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Friday, August 9, 2013
August 9th Challenge
it’s Christina –
FRIDAY!! Ahhh, it’s Friday! I still have so much to do!! I think I was so
worried about having an alarm malfunction and not waking up on time to leave
Saturday morning, I woke up at 2:30 this morning. Ugh! It took me quite a while
to fall back to sleep, so I am REALLY tired right now. But, this may be a good
thing. Since I am the one who will be driving, I’m planning on going to bed
really early tonight, waking up at 2:30, loading everyone into the car and then
pulling out of the driveway by 3:00 am. I’m not 100% sure but I think everyone
else is planning on staying up and they will just sleep in the car.
I still have so much to do, today’s blog will be really short, and since I will
be spending most of the day driving tomorrow, there probably won’t be a blog
tomorrow either, and there definitely will not be a writing challenge. So, you’ll
have until Sunday to work on today’s writing challenge. If you do not hear from
me by Sunday, that means the realtor lied and there is no internet connection
at the rental house. (You won’t see a post, but you might be able to hear me
yelling because an internet connection was one of the main requirements I had,
right after 3 beds and a bathroom.) I won’t borrow trouble and hope for the
a wonderful day and happy writing!
Your Last Challenge was:
There’s a knock on the door. The unfamiliar person on the
other side says they grew up in the house and would like to see it. What
happens next? (You can be the knocker or the person opening the door.)
That’s it. This time
I’m going to do it instead of just sitting here at the curb. I’m going to knock
on the door.
It has been thirty-five years since I
moved out of the tiny, yellow, bungalow at nineteen Farmhaven. I have driven
past countless times since, but never got up the nerve to knock on the door. I
had spent the better part of the first twelve years of my life in that house
and I am so curious to see how much has changed.
Undoubtedly the avocado kitchen has
been redone, as well as the miniscule bathroom with the hole in the wall where
the tiles had broken; the hole where my scared cat climbed through on moving
day, never to be seen again.
I wonder if the new owners replaced the
heating system which was an open grate which took up the entire hallway in the
center of the house. The metal grate which heated up, not caring that a young
child’s sock could get caught on its edge, trip and fall, then be branded with
its crisscross pattern.
I wonder if my six by eight bedroom
with no closet was still being used as a bedroom or if they finally converted
the attic to bedroom space as we had always hoped to do.
Out of time. I still haven’t gotten up
enough nerve to knock on the door. Who knows, maybe someday I will.
Next Challenge is:
You have 10 minutes (be honest). There is no right or wrong,
just write. Spelling and punctuation don’t count and NO ONE is allowed to
criticize what someone else has written. Go.