Today
is Monday, November 05, 2012, the day before the Presidential Election.
This
has been like a long pregnancy when the mother-to-be is two weeks overdue. A friend of mine experienced that with her
first child. She became so distressed
and overwrought that she decided she would be pregnant forever. Her husband came home to discover her
dismantling the crib and packing away baby clothes.
Oh,
she had the baby a day or so later. She
was an extremely intelligent woman with a PhD in English. But, there comes a time…
These
are my Wednesday Words for my November 7, 2012 post, words that have been batted around until they
are shredded and weary:
Slump Triumphant March Defeat Direction
Dust
The last word “Dust”
has been used before, I realize. But I
am surrounded by dust in my dusty house.
Since the dust doesn’t leave despite my efforts, it will be included in
another post.
"I am triumphant" Susan declared as she gazed around her now dust free home. Hearing a soft sound, like a giggle, from the living room she turned and marched in that direction. Shoulders slumped, Susan admitted defeat. Dust had won the battle and, most likely, the war.
ReplyDeleteI feel your pain girl.
Oh, you clever lady! That is exactly how I feel. You captured the despair of housekeeping perfectly.
DeleteIn a dust slump but will march in one direction without defeat. Triumphant I will be and make that stuff flee.
ReplyDeleteLet me know how manage to disperse the dust.
DeleteGlad the elections are finally over and the next president's been elected. It's nice to not worry about that anymore, either way.
ReplyDeleteSo very glad. Now we live with the choices and decisions made.
DeleteYour poor friend, and her poor husband. Some things (almost never the good ones) do seem to go on forever. Speaking of going on forever, yet again I will try and make use of these words.
ReplyDeleteI love forward to seeing what you can create!
Deletei have been in a slump as time marches on with or without me. i feel defeat, triumphantly exclaiming it's victory over me. as i hear it's laughter peeling through the dust and wind, i know i move in the right direction.
ReplyDeleteLynn did a terrific job, but here's my feeble atttempt:
ReplyDeleteShe slumped over while fervently dust busting her kitchen floor before the doorbell rang. Her husband's boss was an hour early for dinner, but she wasn't ready to admit defeat. Hence, she marched right up to him with his favorite drink in her hand, and started throwing lots of compliments in his direction. When her husband walked in on them half-dressed, she still felt triumphant, as his boss could care less about her cooking. Julie