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| Ode to a Platitude |
Karen growled and muttered an assortment of foul words in her car, driving over speed limit. Her visit to Mom and Grandma had not provided the affirmation and comfort she had hoped it would.
Bill had packed up his stuff in the night and was gone before she woke up. Note: I’m outta here, bitch…and the last word was written in bold letters. Now, Karen needed to share her pain.
She had been in Mom’s kitchen, sipping on peach herbal tea. Mom was kneading bread, taking loaf after loaf from the oven. These would go to the homeless shelter. Grandma was sitting quietly while knitting baby blankets for preemies at the local hospital.
Karen had been trying tell of her woes and ask for advice when the litany began.
“You know, honey, the darkest hour is just before the dawn. You’ll do fine.” This one came from Mom.
“Such is life,” Grandma added. “What doesn’t kill you makes you stronger!” She dropped a stitch, but caught it time.
Mouth open, Karen had looked from one face to the other, listening with disbelief.
“Yes, sweetie. God has a plan for you…you just don’t know it yet!...and then…It is what it is…Time heals all wounds…Life doesn’t give you things you can’t handle…It could be worse…It wasn’t meant to be…There are plenty more fish in the sea…Everything happens for a reason..
When Karen’s grandma said “If you can’t stand the heat, get out of the kitchen”…
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The italicized and underlined phrase is from Wednesday Words, where bloggers can play and experiment with the words or prompt.
These words or prompts are provided each week by Elephant's Child and fellow blogger River
Many thanks to Delores, who created this idea. This is a re-post from 2014. I hear and read those cursed gems all the time.
