Virtue has its limits.

Source: xymonau

A flannel-soft night erased frayed edges of day, leaving Evangeline to contemplate how her virtuous existence revealed her inching towards the end of life.

All the luxuries I have denied myself…all the delights of the flesh…

Gazing out at the black sky, at the donuts of stars several life times removed, Evangeline considered her life to be a multiple of cartoons played out in black and white.

Damn.  She considered, grabbing the car keys and the big wad of cash from under the mattress.  I’m going to ‘Vegas.

Virtue has its limits.

  

Source: jaylopez

This was originally published in 2013, and now has been updated. The underlined words are from  Delores who created Wednesday Words long ago to challenge and inspire writers.  Finding ways to put disparate words together is entertaining, makes my sense of humor break through.

I love throwing "Vegas into posts randomly.

I will be gone, so have turned off the comment section. Still I hope you enjoy this, and smile or smirk.

Virtue Limited

Source: xymonau

A flannel-soft night erased frayed edges of day, leaving Evangeline to contemplate how her virtuous life revealed her inching towards the end of life.

 

All the luxuries I have denied myself…all the delights of the flesh…

Gazing out at the black sky, at the donuts of stars several life times removed, Evangeline considered her life to be a multiple of cartoons played out in black and white.

Damn.  She considered, grabbing the car keys and the big wad of cash from under the mattress.  I’m going to ‘Vegas.

Virtue has its limits.  

Source: jaylopez

Many thanks to Delores at thefeatherednest who instigated/started this Wednesday Words Challenge.  Please go to her site, where she has participants on her right sidebar.  

"Donuts" and "cartoons' were out there, Delores!!  

J is for...

Jetsons!  Meet the Jetsons!

 

“J” is for…Jetsons

f you are a fan of Hanna-Barbera cartoons, then you have watched all the simply drawn, repetitive, and yet charming representatives of a different time.  I remember “the Flintstones” and waiting to see what Fred and Wilma named the baby—Pebbles! 

No one ever listened to him.

I'll never know what she saw in him. 

 

Then there was “Yogi Bear” whose incessant needs for pic-a-nic baskets frustrated poor little Boo-Boo.  I identified with Boo-Boo; Yogi would have done much better foodwise if he had stuck to the usual bear diet of berries, carrion, and fish. 

Oh, the life of the future family~

There were others, of course.  But the one that I actually enjoyed the most was “The Jetsons” where the future was automated, and oh-so-much-easier than my life on the farm.  If they wanted dinner, Rosie the Robot just pushed some buttons and out came a full-on feast; then Rosie did the dishes.  Meanwhile, I was peeling potatoes while Mom fried chicken, and making all the other elements of a farm family dinner.  The dishes were mountain of work for a family of seven.

The Jetsons  had the same problems that faced all of humanity.  Work.  Transportation.  Harsh and unrealistic bosses.  Teen-agers angst.  What to wear.  Remembering important anniversaries and birthdays.  The list is the same for the Jetsons as it is for us mere humans who still have to peel potatoes and wash dishes.

But, watching the Jetsons was an escape for this once-teenage girl.