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Tuesday, October 29, 2013
October 29th Challenge
it’s Christina –
I definitely have more grey hair today than yesterday! My son, I love him to
death, but he is such a KLUTZ! Like every other male on both sides of our
family, he enjoys tinkering with cars. Last night, he was home alone and
adjusting something or not on the used Jeep he purchased two weeks ago. I’m not
exactly sure what happened, but somehow a screwdriver fell off of wherever he
had it balanced and hit him right in the eye. (I will spare you the photo he
drove himself to the emergency room, which was at least ten more grey hairs
worth of information. Note to readers: PLEASE do not work on ANY projects –
cars, roof, tree branches, etc. – when no one else is home with you. Then I
found out he went to a hospital where I wouldn’t bring a stray dog to be saved.
They are horrible, and as far as I’m concerned, responsible for killing BOTH of
my grandmothers. I hope that after it all turns grey, falling out is not the next step!
they did a CAT scan, and his eye is ok, it should heal just fine, but it looks
horrible at the moment. They gave him some pain killers and some antibiotic eye
drops, and a note that he should stay out of work through Thursday. Knowing my
son, he may take a pain killer or two, he’ll do the drops for a few days (I
will be riding him daily on this one so he actually completes the cycle of
antibiotics this time), and he’ll be back at work tomorrow, if not today
already. After being out for several weeks in August because of his back
injury, he won’t want to miss any more time.
I’ll be hitting the Miss Clairol before my gig this weekend. Did your mom ever
say, “I hope you get one just like you, then you’ll appreciate what I went
through!”? Well, I apparently got three just like me, so my mom must have said it
too many times. All of my kids are as accident prone as I was, and they’re not
showing any signs yet of getting better. Perhaps it would have been wise of me
to buy stock in one of the hair dye companies years ago…
hope you have a wonderful day and happy writing!
Your Last Challenge was:
Rare for this time of year, but here it
comes, and it’s going to be a doozy. The clouds started thickening and
darkening about an hour ago, and then they took on an ominous peach glow. As
the wind picked up, the sway of the branches dislodged the remaining autumn
leaves and blew them into spiraling mini vortexes.
As the distant rumbles of thunder
began, we scurried about the yard to ensure every possible projectile was
secured. When the outside was as safe as we could make it, we moved indoors,
and as we prepared for the worst, we continued to hope for the best. Flashlight
batteries we checked, candles and matches were unearthed, the tub was filled
with water, and a hasty dinner was prepared as the thunder grew progressively
closer and it was joined by brachial flashes of lightening.
The deafening sound had us cover our
ears and close our eyes. The house shook. The lights flickered …once…twice…then
went out, plunging us into near total darkness. The storm was upon us. The wind
howled and the distinctive ping on the windows announced hail had accompanied
the now torrential downpour. With the threat this rogue autumn storm was more
than predicted, we elected to ride it out in the basement, just in case.
Next Challenge is (this is the challenge I offered as homework while I was
covering the class for Keith, but the group mutinied and would not do it):
Write you own obituary
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.