THREE PHOTOGRAPHS, AND THE FEATURED IMAGE, ARE THE PROMPT FOR THE NEXT SHORT PIECE OF WRITING.
Meanwhile, I promised to write in response to one of these two prompts from my last post. I think I’ll go with #2.
1. Write about whatever comes to mind when you read, “We don’t know when it will be fixed.”
2. Outside the window, you see something you can’t believe. Describe it.
When I wake up in the morning, usually before 5:00, and while the weather is still cool, I open the windows in my bedroom. My old white cat, Isaac, loves to sit in a window, feel the breeze, listen and watch as his neighborhood comes to life. If he spots another cat, or a squirrel, he emits an odd sound, more a howl than a meow.
Yesterday, that howl turned to a roar, Isaac jumped down from the window, his fur standing up straight, fled to his cat bed on the sofa, where he spent most of the day shaking and whimpering.
I not only ran to the window, but rushed outside to try to discover what he had seen. Whatever it was had disappeared, and all was quiet. Later in the morning, I discovered large bite marks on the screen.
DON’T FORGET THE PHOTOS FOR THE NEXT POST.
I hope these are already working for anyone reading this blog. Honestly, I am finding myself pretty well distracted from thoughts and mood swings over he virus. It’s a short relief, but I’ll take it.
Is that a bowl of soup with an overweight Oreo or a full bedpan? Sorry, that’s the way my mind works (or doesn’t)!!
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No on the bedpan. Close with the Oreo in the food category.
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Greetings! Finally back online after nearly (more than?) two months out of commission during the move from Charleston to the Nashville area. I’m trying to catch up. Probably never will…
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How wonderful! Glad not to have lost you.
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