Longest flight ever. Our first. I sat sandwiched in between an 8 year old bubbling with excitement and a 3 year old sobbing because she’d left her beloved blankie behind. Long day ahead.
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for the Trifecta weekend challenge: This weekend we are giving you three variations on a prompt. We need you to give us 33 words back, and 2 of those words must be either “cheap flights,” “sandwiched in” or “spectacularly clean.” This weekend, your piece must also be non-fiction (poetry or prose). And yes, we reserve the right to call your mothers and former lovers to ask for verification on your tales.

True story – first plane ride for all three of us – coming to Alaska to join hubbymoose/daddymoose who had come ahead by 2 weeks. There have been better flights since.

He leaned over
and whispered
sang her name
She nodded in time
Experienced? Yes
She was
He was

The sun rose over them
They greeted it with joy
They experienced each
Other
Again
And again

Making love to the
Guitar strings of her soul
Psychedelic peace
Pieces of their minds

She was
He was
Again
And
Again

Out in the open
Hidden in plain sight
Freely together
Until the end

They said it wasn’t acid
It was simply their time
Mixed metaphor of life
And death

Time to go
Time to say goodbye

She was
He was
Again and
again
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written for Lance’s 100 Word Song. This week LeeRoy and Lance chose Are you experienced by Jimmy Hendryx. The above words are my reaction to the song.

No!

Spoon held defiantly.

No peas.

No carrots.

Revolution in a high chair. Someday he’ll eat me out of house and home, eating everything in sight.

For today, he can only say, No!
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Trifextra’s 44th challenge is to write only 33 words on rebellion or revolt. Since I’m on a gramma-type kick this weekend . . . the above is what you get.
🙂 Enjoy

Reading favorite books were special times with my daughters, then grandchildren, when they were young, leading to cuddles and snarky comments, and laughter – always laughter.

Sometimes there were tears; reading Where the Red Fern Grows almost did me in. It’s hard to read over a lumpy throat.

Day after day, year after year, each successive grandchild would sit at our breakfast table; Grandpa cooked pancakes while Gramma read. All ears at full attention as both soul and tummy were filled.

Despite modern electronics they all still love the printed page. I’d like to think our special times contributed to that.
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Velvet Verbosity’s challenge is LISTENING. This is what I think about that.

Stevie Nicks’ voice filled the car as I drove away. What was I thinking? There is no escaping getting older. I could trowel on the makeup and exercise away the pounds, but there was no way I could get back the lost years.

I drove on and wiped the tears as I sang along. There is little left here now. Now that you are gone and I am alone. I can’t even balance a checkbook. I was that subservient to you. What is there for me now?

Death is hard. Divorce is harder. 45 wasted years.

Time to grow up!
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Lance’s 100 WordSong challenge this week is Fleetwood Mac’s Landslide. I love Stevie Nicks’ voice and the way she sings this song. Note: the above is NOT autobiographical, just a reaction to the song. Thanks for reading.