Category: Bladder cancer

He looked back, no one there. He thought he could feel someone, of course that was just wishful thinking; he wanted it so much. But no one will come, or care, to save me. I made the decision, I’m never going back.

Earlier, after cleaning up after supper, he sat down to the table to finish his homework. Another stupid assignment. He couldn’t wait for this year to be over. School was just a waste of time, he’d never go to college. With his dad gone and mom working two shifts a day just to get by, he felt there was no future for him. No going to college, joining the other guys, drinking beer at the frat parties. None of that was in his future. He didn’t know if he even wanted that life. It didn’t matter anyway, not possible.

I’ll get a diploma if I’m lucky and start work at the factory, just like all the other losers. I hate my life, hate this house. I’m always alone here, hardly a home. A real home would have a dad, and a mom who cooked you dinner and laughed with you, watching funny tv shows.

It was getting colder, he looked around again. Stop thinking someone’s coming, they’re not. You made your choice, so keep moving. You only have the thirty dollars from mom’s bureau, you can’t afford to stop till the train comes.

He had heard of people jumping into train cars, but never tried it. Tonight was the night. If he didn’t make it, that would be okay too. He was sick of everything. All he wanted was to get away, away from everything he knew, and start over. He didn’t even care where or what it was, just something different. It couldn’t be worse than this.

He felt the vibration through his shoes. Then he heard the train whistle, getting ready to slow down for the stop ahead. He could do this.

http://allaboutwriting.net/2016/12/11/daily-picture-prompt-7

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“Man, did you see that?  They got my sleigh, Rudolph, and all the other reindeer!  And the presents, what am I supposed to do now?”  

“Well, we were just sitting in Starbucks having coffee.”

“What do you think happened?”  Shelly interrupted,  and started talking over Sue, as usual.”There was this big light, and we were just having coffee, you know Sue and I were just having coffee before we went to that big Macy’s sale, and then there was this big light, and”

“Shut up, Shelly!  Don’t you realize where we are?  Remember that movie?  You know, the scary sci-fi thriller?  That’s what happened to us!”

Santa went on, ignoring the girls, “let’s see, if I had my cell, I could call the North Pole….”

“It’s ancient times here, don’t you get it?  There are no cell phones!  We’ve been transported back in time.”

Shelly looked around, looked at her clothing….”you think we’ll fit in?  Look at what we’re wearing, oh my god!”

Sue looked at Santa, realizing he was just mumbling to himself.  She looked at her friend.  This must be a joke, a crazy dream.  Yes, I need to wake up now.

http://allaboutwriting.net/2016/12/10/daily-picture-prompt-6/

Besides seeing a bare bear, my thoughts turned to 1974 when my three year old daughter, was bored.  The rest of us were watching television in the living room.  All of a sudden she comes running out of her room completely naked except for a pair of cowboy boots!  She’s not going to forgive me for this……

Everyone’s busy this time of year

Santa has lots of stories to hear

But parents seem to be honor bound

To defy the kids sneaking around.

No one wants them ruining their surprise

Trying to keep gifts from their prying eyes

Is truly a task of extraordinary means

With boxes or blankets, even old jeans.

They prowl, they’re clever, and they sneak

Anything to find them and peek.

In hiding, Santa takes pride

Telling the parents, don’t worry, abide.

https://dailypost.wordpress.com/prompts/abide/

Frosted, gumdropped, sprinkled, fudgy gingerbread cookies

 

 

 
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She bowed her head and prayed. The horror of gunfire was ringing in her head. She ran when she first heard it and now she seems frozen to this spot. It wasn’t a good place to hide but her feet wouldn’t move and her legs were shaking, feeling like jelly.

The shots kept sounding. “Oh, God, help us!” Why aren’t the police coming yet, the firemen, someone to save us! If her dad was here, he would come. He would bring that old shotgun of grampa’s and protect her. He had always protected her, until he couldn’t save himself.  

Two students ran by in a panic. They tried to grab her, but she wouldn’t move. Something was holding her to this spot. “Come on! We’re going to the car and getting help! Come on!” She wanted to join them, but was too terrified to move.  

Suddenly a man came close and put his arms around her. She saw him, but couldn’t really feel him. She tried to lift her head. Again she was unable to move.

The young man came running out, holding a rifle with both hands. He glanced around looking for another victim. He passed her by and ran into the street. It was if he didn’t see her at all! He fell to his knees and the police came out of nowhere and knocked him on the ground. The crisis was over, for her. 

She lifted her head and unclasped her hands. She was so grateful to this stranger who saved her. She no longer saw or felt any presence. He was gone. She could no longer stand, and the weight of what happened made her slump to the ground. She looked everywhere and the man wasn’t there.

http://allaboutwriting.net/2016/12/09/daily-picture-prompt-5/

This song came to mind immediately.

“Goodnight, Mrs. Calabash, wherever you are”

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I’ll be right upfront, this is a restaurant rant.

Ever go to a *drive thru and ask them to hold the mayo?  The only sandwich I like with mayonnaise is a BLT.  And then I prefer Miracle Whip.I learned to tolerate mayo when I cooked at a small office building deli.  I made egg salad and tuna with mayo. But a hamburger?  Growing up we had hamburgers at home, not in a restaurant.  It was meat, mustard, and maybe a pickle.  When I married and went to a foreign land, Texas, a burger came “all the way” – restaurant lingo for, meat, cheese, lettuce, tomato, onion, pickles, mustard, ketchup, mayo and the kitchen sink.  A brief venture working at a Dairy Queen made me an “all the way” expert.  And don’t forget that little DQ signature curl on the ice cream cone, it had to be perfect.  You’re also taught you must always turn a Blizzard upside down when presenting it to the customer.

Another brief stint as a waitress in a brand new small restaurant was when I realized I was not cut out for this type of work. I had a catering business with a good friend for a very short time.  That’s when my back pain took priority and we had to quit, but I knew something of food service. At this new restaurant I naively thought the owner would be well versed in what it takes to run a startup business.  Thinking it would be fun to wait tables for a new adventure, I was wrong, very, very, wrong.  We had about four popular items on the menu.  My first table had sixteen hungry people.  Right then, my instincts should have kicked in, but no.  I took the orders and finally went to the kitchen, finding everyone (2) there in a chaotic mess.  I’ve since learned this is the usual in restaurant kitchens.  After four trips back to my large table, advising them we were “out” of what they ordered, I felt like a failure.  Needless to say, so was the restaurant.

These experiences make you realize that working with food takes guts!  Waiters and waitresses need to be respected and tipped!  I’m not talking about ten percent on a cup of coffee.  These people don’t make minimum wage.  They take home a share of tips at the end of the night.  I emphasize share.  If your waiter is amazing and his coworker isn’t, they all get the same share at the end.  Minimum wage is important.  When I see bread go from 25cents to 325 cents, something has to give. 

As in most jobs, especially outside an office atmosphere, you have to walk in their shoes before criticizing.  Working in your home or outside, is hard.  If it wasn’t, it would be called vacation.

Okay another language alert if you watch this!  Think the quality of my posts may be going downhill.?….

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(Language Alert)

I’m laying in bed, it’s too cold outside

I survey my room, and see *Ironside

You know, the chair,

Just waiting there.

It’s not such a bad thing

Very useful, frustrating

Metal and canvas

For an unfeeling ass.

The wheels rotate wildly

And putting it mildly

They always get stuck

Some way, so you’re –

The WiFi’s been going in and out

Irritating, you just want to shout

Manager says it’s not what WE think

You’ll have to contact Century Link.

I get out my ever trusty cell phone

That I have to have, cause I live alone

Call information for someone locally known

Got connected to a guy in Sierra Leone.

The shower here has a wand that is handy

Flip the switch on the faucet, just dandy

Except the water that’s supposed to flow

Stays in the faucet which is way too low.

This may sound old fashioned 

Cause my coffee’s been rationed

But I think it would certainly be great

If everything worked with no expiration date.

I know the video quality is bad, but the music kills me.  Look at those cars!  Love it! 

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