I actually like daylight savings time. Without it the sun would be rising around 5am in the middle of summer. But now is not that time.
Because daylight savings time kicked in, we are once again getting up and leaving the house in the dark. I’m a night owl. I really, really hate getting up before the sun rises. I don’t mind getting up with it so much, but to have to leave in the dark is hard on me.
Worse yet, instead of getting into it gradually, the way we naturally do as Winter progresses, we are slammed with it all of a sudden. We’ve been running late for over a week now when we were fine before. All because of the sudden change.
And I can’t help wondering why we can’t wait until the end of April? By then, it wouldn’t be a problem. All I can think is that the law makers live too far South to understand why it should come later in the year.
Jill: Is Theodor fanning you? Really? How’d you get him to do that?
Tina: I’ve got him trained.
Jack: Gah!!!! Run away!
Previously in Jack and Jill: Lifted Lizards
The theme for this week’s Jack and Jill is ” basking ” as suggested by Novroz
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She was flipping through a photo album when she ran across the picture – her, crying.
She remembered all the tears. Always, so many tears.
But years later they were still married.
They had their differences, but nothing important.
And she couldn’t remember what all the tears had been for, only that they had to come before everything could be good.
The challenge, should you choose to accept it, is to write a story in exactly 55 words. Flash Fiction 55 is hosted by the G-man, a host with the most.
Remember Totally Random Pictures? Now that I’m done with Mongolia, we’re back to them.
It’s been about a year since I’ve done this. Time to pass along some of the things my kids say.
1. The Boy: Some people don’t really get to living their lives where as me, I’ve been living all my life.
2. The Girl: I can’t be with people who don’t accept weird. Although to be completely honest, I don’t care to, so there isn’t a problem.
3. The Girl (to the cat running away): Come back endorphins!
4. The Girl: I hate it when I have a headache and sore throat because thinking and swallowing are some of my favorite activities.
Drew couldn’t stop laughing. It felt so good to be here with Suzie and everyone else. He and the rest sat on the patio,
“Seriously,” Vin said. “When you first walked into the kitchen I thought she’d deck you the same way she did Sean O’Connor.
“Oh! Oh! I remember that!” Ben could hardly sit still. “She hit him with that really big cast iron pan. You know, the one that looks like something out of a cartoon. It was so funny. I mean… just… Bam! You should have been there.”
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First blizzards, then rain, then sun…. a week later we get this. The last, bitter moments of life for a snowman. The neighbors who were sure we couldn’t have Spring by the end of the month must be surprised.
We didn’t have all that much flooding from the snow melt. Of course, there’s still plenty of time for it as the water from the back country hasn’t yet made it’s way down to the valleys. When it does, those folks who built on the flood plane by the river will probably be complaining again. Things like that used to be a problem every century or so. Now it’s every few years.
I’m looking forward to some green grass. And maybe a month later we’ll get some green trees to go with it. In the meanwhile, as long as Mr. Snowman’s remains linger, it’s still Winter.
Jill: That look heavy. Please tell me it’s from Theodor’s lab.
Tina: Nope. Jewelry store.
Jill: (heavy sigh) I guess it doesn’t matter. Either way it’s probably stolen.
Tina: Yep. (grin) It’s a lifted lizard.
Previously in Jack and Jill: His Special Place
The theme for this week’s Jack and Jill is “lifted lizards” as suggested by Jannie Funster
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The lizard is for sale and can more easily be viewed here.
He eyed the box.
Only a few tissues left, and no chance to buy more before running out. There was another box in the kitchen, A third in the bathroom. Sneeze. Blow. One less tissue.
He stood, placed all but one in his pocket, eyed the distance. Could he make it? Grabbed the last.
The challenge, should you choose to accept it, is to write a story in exactly 55 words. Flash Fiction 55 is hosted by the G-man, a host with the most.
A little stream of consciousness:
1. cough
2. tired
3. ache
4. whooping-cough
5. death
6. fever
7. sneeze
8. lingering death
9. Medieval
10. dizziness
11. pestilent death
12. hypochondria
13. melodrama
Hey, we all have our moments.
There was something weird going on in the house. Around six o’clock Ben went down stairs to see what happened to supper. He’d just reached the front hall when someone knocked on the door. He opened the door for Lisa and Tracy, who walked right in.
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I suppose it’s to be expected that I should come down with a cold after a week like last. It’s been going around. Mr. Al went down for the count for three days and the school’s auto-post emails talk about numbers of whooping cough to show up. Yet still, I was unprepared.
I’ve certainly had a runny nose often enough, and a cough as well, but half the time I couldn’t tell it from my normal allergies. This time there’s no question. Achiness, fatigue, sore throat… I’ve got it all.
it occurs to me that it has been a number of years since I felt this bad. The flu shot has helped. Better hygiene in my kids has made a world of difference. I’ve been downright spoiled.
Oh well. I’m sure it’ll be over soon enough. Now pardon me while I crawl back into bed.