Sallie sat on a wall and watched. The streets were still, no bells rang from the old church, no children played in the courtyard. Quiet, deathly quiet. In the months since the invasion that’s all there had been, quiet. Sallie wondered how many had survived when Chaos came with their chitinous bodies, like monsters from some dime paperback. Their exoskeletons remained in some places, huge reminders of the days of Chaos and ruin. The combined forces of Earth had defeated them, or so the earthlings thought, but then came the virus, Chaos’ final answer. Sallie still didn’t know how many humans had survived but she had saved some and that would have to be enough. With a nod, Sallie disapparated into a wave of light, headed for her next destination.
White clouds float across a panorama of blue sky not azure, nor sapphire no ethereal wisp of fog no misty angel wings just blue and white like an unfinished masterpiece too often taken for granted magic in it’s ordinariness
Linda’s prompt forJusJoJan January 28th, 2020,is “television” and is brought to us courtesy of Barbara. Use the word “television” any way you’d like.
Six days post op. Activity restrictions abound, no lifting, no housework, no job work, etcetera, etcetera, etcetera (insert awesome Yul Brynner voice). You might think this would make for an excellent opportunity to catch up on some television shows. Yeah, not so much. You see, we don’t watch “television” never hooked the cable up, no antenna reception, we watch dvd’s or stream old tv series (can you say Star Trek?) Thirty minutes is about my tolerance limit and that’s without commercials. So instead, I’m spending my down time reading, catching up on some crafts and …. sleeping. I haven’t slept this much in years, unless of course it was in front of the television. 😉
Linda’s prompt for JusJoJan January 27th, 2020,is “dazzle” and is brought to us by Debbie Use the word “dazzle” any way you’d like.
“If you can’t dazzle them with brilliance, baffle ’em with bullshit.” ~WC Fields (maybe I can’t verify)
That pretty well sums up my day today. Today is filled with “I think I can … I think I can.” I’ve been out of it for a few days. Wednesday last, I went to hospital for surgery. Overnight stay, no big deal right? Yeah, needless to say the words “Major Surgery” went right in one ear and out the other and I figured I’d be back to most of my normal routine by Friday. Nope, not happening. In layman’s terms I had a total hysterectomy and extensive pelvic floor repair. I have somewhere in the vicinity of 100 stitches, mostly internal. I came home and went to sleep and the last 5 days have been, get up walk around for a while, go back to sleep, get up, go back to sleep. ARAGHHHGHH!!! This is more down time than I had when I had my total knee replacements! Anyway just thought I’d stop in, let y’all know I’m still alive, recovering nicely and hoping to be back to normal soon. In the meantime I’m going to go take (another) nap.
For Linda’sJusJoJan ourprompt for JusJoJan January 21st is “scraggly” and is brought to us by Cheryl. Thanks Cheryl.
Winds from the south brought warm air to January skies I watch the dirty remains of snow drifts melting into tiny rivers flowing wildly down the asphalt toward their destination of nowhere a small crow lands on a scraggly winter brown shrub and boldly caws, daring the song birds to return early for he knows, as I know, that this winter is far from over the air will chill again, more snow will fall and I have plenty of cold days remaining days to savor the peace and solitude of winter a warm fire, a cup of tea, and a good book come Winter and shroud my world in your blanket of white stillness
for just a little longer
For Linda’s JusJoJan prompt for January 19th, 2020, “gobbledygook.” Use the word “gobbledygook” any way you’d like. Today’s prompt isbrought to us by Jim.
“Gratitude is a choice I can make every day.” My dear Mother sent me a kitchen towel with that slogan on it many years ago during a particular low point in my life. Back then I was an arrogant 30-something with a career, children to raise and stuff to do. I regarded that precious slogan as a bunch of gobbledygook, nonsense meant for the weak willed.Continue reading “Spoonie Sunday – JusJoJan 19 – Gratitude and gobbledygook”→
For Linda’s JusJoJan and Stream of Consciousness SaturdayYour prompt for #JusJoJan and Stream of Consciousness Saturday is: “movie title.” Take the title of the last movie you watched (just the title, not the premise of the movie), and base your post on that title.Have fun!
Last movie I watched, hmmm Spiderman Far From Home (dvd)
Star was alone on the top of the rise. They had been traveling for days through the bleak sandstone of the Enchanted Wasteland. The first few days were spent wading through endless sand dunes. Star and her company had trudged the dunes, scarves tied so tightly around their faces they could barely breath. Even that did not prevented the constant shifting, blowing sand from working it’s way into their eyes, ears, mouths and lungs. The dunes had given way to rocky hardpack, the sun beat brutally against the skulls of Monster, Witch, Human and beasts alike. As she topped the rise, hoping to see some glimpse of green in this Goddess forsaken land, she saw … waves. Waves of colored sand, fossilized dunes of varied colors that stretched for as far as the eye could see.Continue reading “JusJoJan and SoCS – Movie Title theme”→
For Linda’s JusJoJan prompt “Jade” is brought to us by MB, Thanks!
Sharra carefully wiped each leaf of the jade plant until it’s waxy leaves shone in the sun. Carefully plucking a few, she placed them in her basket. Her withered hands moved with the effortless grace of a much younger woman as she gathered the remaining ingredients for her prosperity charm bags. No more wars, no more fires. She was just the simple village witch.
With a wave of her hand, the old village witch vanished and she was once again, Sharra Fire Fae, her strong wings unfurled, Dreamsong, grasped in her sword arm, blazing with magic fire. War loomed ahead and her heart sang with battle magic. But that was so long ago. With a sigh she returned to her older image. “Sometimes immortality’s a real pain in the arse,” she muttered as she returned to her jade plant.
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Who Wants to Live Forever – Queen — Freddie, ye left us too soon