My journal of big words and pretty pictures
Here is a picture of my cat, Issy, being ever so helpful while I was manically interfacing with a digital customer service representative for my medical insurance provider. After an hour I had reached "Critical Mass" and was grateful said customer service rep could neither see, nor hear me. I probably would not have received … Continue reading 100 Word Challenge: Madness
“How’d he get out?” Lucas inspected the latched gate, its ancient lock covered in a thick, green patina. “That’s the mystery,” Cameron said, trying to herd a full-grown turkey back toward its pen. “They can fly, you know,” Perry gladly watched the fracas from afar. “Domestic birds can’t fly,” Cameron frantically gestured to Lucas to … Continue reading It’s what’s for dinner
I got a little overwhelmed with prep work for tomorrow's Thanksgiving dinner and didn’t take a break until it was dark outside. Sorry for the late post. So I can have time to actually enjoy dinner with my family, I try to get as much of the meal together the day before. All that remains … Continue reading 100 Word Challenge: Turkey
The turkey carcass was picked cleaner then if it had been devoured by starving piranhas. Crusty pans and bowls, devoid of any food scraps, along with empty plates, crumb-coated utensils, and greasy serving platters were precariously stacked in an overflowing sink - an Oneida and Corelle homage to the sacrificial bird. Celebrants, sated into tryptophanic … Continue reading Dressing for dinner
The U.S. celebrates Thanksgiving next week. NEXT. WEEK. I am not ready, not even close. There will only be my immediate family, so four of us, for dinner. It shouldn’t be too difficult to plan, purchase and prepare. Still, I thought I had at least another week. I need to bake homemade biscuits and a … Continue reading 100 Word Challenge: Eat
More from the Dinner Party… “I’m not one to be critical,” Hallie began, “seeing all you’ve done for me so far.” “You’re questioning how we can ensure you will not be incarcerated by our local constabulary, again?” “It has been a month and I still don’t know what’s going on,” Hallie said. The two were … Continue reading The game’s afoot
Thin spiral notebook 