100 Word Challenge: Recluse

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For the past several weeks, I’ve been without a car. Well, that’s not entirely true. I’ve been driving my daughter’s car which has a broken A/C – said broken A/C is the reason I’m driving my daughter’s car. Her dad and I are helping her get it fixed. Not paying for it mind you, but shuttling it back and forth between the repair shop to diagnose the problem, ordering and waiting for parts, then shuttling the car back and forth to get the new, finer parts installed.

[To clarify: Daughter is paying for the repairs herself, we are just facilitating the finding of a reputable repair shop. I’ve loaned her the use of my car, and it’s functioning cooling system because I’m a nice mom and have the luxury of having a car she can borrow for work.]

Finally, today we’ve been promised the car will be fixed. None too soon for me. I’ve been a self-imposed, non-driving recluse in the interim. It’s too farging bastage, Hades-Hot to drive around Florida (amongst lingering tourist traffic) in this stifling humidity with only windows-down air circulation.

I must confess that my non-essential spending also has been down this last month because of the temporary shutdown. I’m not driving around in a sweat-lodge, sweltering car and its open-window wind-tunnel vortex wicked enough to tangle even the shortest hair. Not a good look for me. Wind-blown went out with the 80s.

So, I’ve stayed home, in my cool, windless house, not spending money. (Except for those on-line purchases we won’t discuss.)

It’s funny. I’m don’t typically drive around a lot, not like my daughter who is on the go every day – to see clients, to attend events, for meetings. I’m very much a stay-at-home kind of person, that is until I’m semi-forced to stay home. Then, it’s intolerable. The fact that I don’t do a lot of running around during the week is one reason I offered my car up. I didn’t think I would miss it all that much. I was wrong.

Hopefully, the embargo ends today and I can have my car back and my daughter gets her new, improved air conditioned car back, and my days as a shut-in are over. Fingers crossed because we all know that promises made, aren’t always promises kept.

“She was a very fine lady, a recluse. We never talked much but just to say hello, that’s all.”
~ Marcel Boulet

This week’s word is:


Using “recluse” for inspiration, write 100 Words – 100 exactly – no more, no less. You can either use the word – or any form of the word – as one of your 100, or it can be implied. Include a link in your post back here, and add your story to the Mister Linky list. If you don’t have a blog, you can leave your submission in the comment section, or as a Facebook status post. Remember to keep spreading the love with supportive comments for your fellow Wordsters.