Hi it’s Christina –
A bungalow surrounded by McMansions |
Good Morning! The initial
plan for today was Lys and I were going to drive down to Avalon to pick up a
load of stuff from Nan’s house, then turn around and come back home, but plans
changed so we won’t be going down.
Nan & Pop's |
I have mixed feelings over
this change of plans. The Avalon house has meant a lot to my family and me over
the years, even though it wasn’t ours. I would have liked to have seen it one
last time before it sold; but then again, I’m not so sure the emotional
experience of knowing it was the last time I’d be seeing it would be a good
thing.
Ice cream on the back porch Me, Dani, Lys, Beth, Chris |
Coffee on the back porch before anyone else (except Pop) was up. Watching the otters raid the bait bucket, then dad cursing a blue streak. The kids running out to stand on the picnic table and wave to Miss Avalon. The gulls getting blown up by lightning.
Adult beverages being consumed in large quantities. Chowing down on clams and crab, which we caught or dug ourselves. Subs from Moran's. Trips to Hoy’s for things we really didn’t need but had to have.
Moran's |
Floaty thingy Tim, Kyle, Chris |
The back dock |
It's sad seeing that chapter of our lives end, but I
wouldn't have traded it for the world. We were incredibly blessed that Sharon
and her folks allowed us to share their little slice of heaven.
Train Pop made which ran under the house |
I hope you have a wonderful
day, and happy writing!
Your Last Challenge was:
“It’s the only time
in my life when I ever forgot what time it was or what day it was.”
(A quote from
Martin Scorsese, in a biography by Peter Brunette. He was talking about a
weekend getaway at a friend’s house which turned into a three week visit.)
It was the only time in my life when I
ever forgot what time it was, or what day it was. Images flittered through my
brain, fragmented, out of sequence. It would have been easier to catch smoke in
my hands than to organize my mind.
The last thing I recalled with any
certainty was riding my bike. The day was clear and sunny. The breeze through
my hair was refreshing. I remembered the distinct smell of Lilacs, so I knew it
was mid spring. I was happy and enjoying the ride. Though I was still unclear
if the bike ride occurred moments, days, weeks, months or years before my brain
became scrambled, it was my last clear memory and I held firmly to it, used it
as a building block to reconstruct a timeline in my mind.
I
have no idea where I was going with this – I still can’t seem to focus. Sorry.
Your Next Challenge is:
It’s a
mystery…
You have ten 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.
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