Twenty-Four Days and a Wish

“If we had no winter, the spring would not be so pleasant.” — Anne Bradstreet Twenty-four more days until spring arrives in the northern hemisphere. On Tuesday, it was 45F (7C) in my part of Wisconsin, which required a walk in the neighborhood. The skies were a brilliant blue, the sun exuding warmth, and although there was a noticeable southwest breeze, it was warm enough to reject a neck gaiter and extra-warm gloves or mittens for the first time inRead more

Grumbles and Yawns

Monday morning comes ’round on the whisper of fleeting darkness It spreads across the horizon in hues of navy and crimson or surrounded by the mist of winter’s fog New life, new breath New work week Monday never knows what joy or sadness or need of coffee it brings It simply is Accepted as a day to start over or cursed by the loss of the past two days Monday is both love and dread Smiles and frowns Monday followsRead more

SoCS: So Far or As Of?

So far, it’s been quite the week for her. As of early Monday morning, March 5th, 2018, it hit without much warning. She knew she was in trouble, but not to what extent. It didn’t seem quite so powerful then, certainly not enough to keep her home from work. On Monday afternoon, trouble grew. Into tiredness, inability to think, her chest tightening,a cough developing. Quitting time became an hour before quitting time. That’s all she wrote. In her mind, she’dRead more

Closing Monday

Monday is almost at a close Good thing, I suppose While not the worst, it wasn’t the best This Monday was a low-life pest From a cat’s paw digging into my face To a livelihood’s quickened pace “Just leave me alone,” was the anthem cry One more email and I shall die I’m sorry, I’m not the Cheers bar Your ridiculous questions go too far While it’s sunny and warm outside At a desk I must begrudgingly reside Reviewing, redacting,Read more

Fired from a Cannon

Monday is as Monday does Fired from a cannon with Sunday’s love It begins unobtrusively While snores commence noisily Then the alarm clock rings “Wake up!” the gray cat sings Monday is as Monday does Flying in on the weekend’s love A fresh start, of sorts A new weekday port Sailing into vacation play Or embraced by the office fray Monday is as Monday does Wheeling around on crazy love Calling for black coffee, stat Being a bit of aRead more

A Trashy Story

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? Click for Source Tuesday is garbage day. Every alternate Tuesday, the county collects the recycling, too. I checked the calendar last night – yup, blue box day tomorrow. Should I put it out tonight, I wondered,or leave it for the morning? You know, the gut-wrenching dilemma of weighing the pros and cons of getting out of my chair to haul the trash to the curb, vs. the “yeah, buts.” Yeah, but it will rain…

The Helium Chronicles

Let’s think beyond a single post written with a single focus, and lean toward the “weekly” part of “weekly writing challenge”: you’ll start your post today, but revisit and add to it over the next several days. MONDAY The sound of “helium” escapes from a Motorola cell phone. It’s a pleasant sound (in theory), one that manages to awaken a sleeping subject. This morning, at the start of the dreck that is called Monday, I dread helium as it officially signalsRead more