Where humour is often found in the mundane, where the trivial becomes of utmost importance, where, well...where I Live!
Since becoming a Members of the groups below, I will use the daily prompt, as well as, well...sharing the sporadically mundane everyday, that I find carries just a Smidge of humor. ;)
Saturday was always our family day, Sunday was meal prep for the week. I made muffins for children's breakfast and snacks for after school because I went to work before they got up for school and they got home first in the afternoon. And I cut up vegetables for the week a head's meals. I don't miss those days at all.
This morning he offered to empty the dishwasher, great. I come back in the kitchen and all the dishes are on the counter. When I ask why, he said he didn't know where they went. I said, open the doors it's pretty obvious. I walk away before I yell. I come back later the dishes are taken care of but every cupboard door is wide open. GRRRRRR
Witchy Yule Woman, That is Exactly so! I cannot name One chore that I have given my husband or one that he has willingly offered to help with, that I have not had to go behind him to fix. It is like following a young child around to fix their chores. On the other hand...he is the sole caretaker of our four acre property, and I know that, yes...I could mow it like he does, but...there is so much more that he puts into it that I could not (edging, weedeating, etc), so I really cannot complain...Too much!
Husbands, what would we do without them, it's like having another child. Our husbands share similar characteristics, if I ask my husband to do something without a doubt, I discover I should have done it myself. Like I asked him to start the laundry, yup, he put it in the washer but never pushed start.
That's the one!I Love it. When I began using that font here, I started w/o bold. I like just italcs better, but was told by two readers, that it is too difficult to read thay way. At least when using certain colors, I guess. Now I just do bold And italics, and try to alternate with the colors that I like.
BC ~ Imagination
“The color of springtime is in the flowers; the color of winter is in the imagination.”
Terri Guillemets
Which kinds of stories, poems, or writing can you imagine in relation to the color of winter? And what inspires you the most during the winter months?
As much of the land is devoid of life and color during the fiercest of the winter months (there may even be a momentary stretch where I live), imagination is the glue that holds anything that I may write together. Being one that thrives during the warm spring, and scorching summer months (where I reside), winter tends to be a harbinger for more melancholy writing, most likely born of the sadness that seeps into my soul with the lack of sunlight, warmth, and color; those necessities that would otherwise inspire my writing creativity.
Setting melancholy aside for a brief moment, I often find my writing in the frigid...below 60 degrees interminable stretches of physical suffering, to bring about a sence of anger, perhaps, as though I seek to punish winter for its path of destruction...death and decay. All of life fights, yet in the end yields to winter's vengeance.
Winter delves into the soul
Incasing it in ice
Thoughtless interloper
Crushing all
Vengeance seeks unto the death
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