Engaging in the latest news, Terri was tired of all the drama, while at the same time she knew safety needed to be first and foremost. COVID-19 was not a virus to play around with and the whole state asked people to stay home.
Terri placed her less than clean feet in her slippers, gathering up the trash-which was overflowing-and carried it to the dumpster. Neighbors were out in the complex, talking up with one another, interacting with their neighbor’s children and dogs all while heading to the common grilling station.
Just then a storm of pollen blew as the wind picked up and Terri hurried back inside. Showering quickly due to the pollen, Terri made toast with honey, a cup of tea, grabbed her remote, and settled on the couch for what would be the safest plan for who knew how long.
There you have it! This is my Six Sentence Story for this week. A little late, but I am here.
It’s that time again for TTOT! It may be Friday the 13th, but it’s also soon to be Lucky Saint Patrick’s Day! So, I am putting my best betting on the lucky 4-Leaf Clover of hope!! Without further ado-let’s get the party started!
1.2. Books – In light of the pandemic, it’s great to have a stack of books from the library and a well loaded e-reader. This is what I am currently reading:
I thought I lost this book and searched all over, but it was in a briefcase, so thankful #2 is that my book was found. It’s a good book, so far.
3. Puzzles – Daughter loves to put puzzles together, me not as much, but she’s happy to have the dining table to leave her puzzle out. She’s working on a black and white puzzle which you then color. Some of the pieces she has already colored as she has assembled it once before.
4. Ice Cream – I am happy to have an ice cream freezer! One thing I did learn is not to put the gel cylinder in the dishwasher. While I did not do this, someone else did and I may have to get another. The good news is that it still makes milk shakes and you can always freeze afterward and have ice cream. When there’s a will there is a way. I have a great low carb recipe and have made it dairy free by using nut milk.
5. Six Sentence Story – I am still going strong with this weekly challenge. I’ve been working on sort of a theme with a couple and this is this weeks results.
It’s called Routines of Love
6. Rainy Days – While I am not a fan of driving in rain I do enjoy some rain to refresh the environment.
7. 8. Netflix and Choices – I am grateful to be able to have Netflix so I can watch stuff when the world is trying to send news I don’t want to hear. I turn on some old Andy Griffith and escape for awhile. Also, there are plenty of choices otherwise. It’s nice to be able to have choices.
9. Health Care – I am grateful to have good health care.
10. And lastly but not leastly here’s your place at the table of thankfuls. What have you to say? Let us know ❤ Can we break bread together in gratitude?
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Belinda looked out the window, her red strands stringing her eyes, still crusted with sandman’s presents; This was her routine each and every day, gazing to the lands and wishing for her dreams to come true; Closing her eyes, stating her wishes into prayers, she then bounced up onto her feet and bounced into the nursery, letting her little brother know her presence.
Smiling, squirming, hiccupping from his milk filled belly, Cleveland wiggled his chubby legs in delight from seeing his sister, clearly loving the routine of being greeted by her cheerfulness; Grasping him carefully, Belinda pulled him up and into her arms, hugging him while singing to him her favorite made up song, written especially for him.
“Baby Cleveland, cheery boy, you are my most favorite joy, how I wish to help you grow, always and ever more to know; How I love you, yes I do, and I always will, it’s true; One day when you are grown up, you’ll still be my buttercup, never will you leave my heart, you have been there from the start.”
Giggling and pulling her long tresses, Cleveland clearly adored his big sister, enchanted by her blue-green eyes, he poked at them with his chubby fingers, before reaching for his own as if comparing them with his own rich blue orbs; Carrot tops matching, these two were like two peas in a pod, so to speak, but there was one thing for sure, they were also very different; This was one thing that Belinda would be sure about: personalities.
Just down the road, a few houses down, Barton was also up for the day, doing his routine of chores before going to school, knowing his homework was likely suffering, he had routine responsibilities which took him away from book learning; Sure to make up for his father’s own duties, Barton needed to see to it that his mother did not suffer any more than she already seemed to, as her sighs of sadness prevailed; Taking a moment to take his mother some fresh tea, Barton took her hands in his, gazed into her brown eyes, moist from longing, and told her how beautiful she was and how it was going to be another good day, all before Barton gathered up his books and lunch, putting soles to the dirt road, hoping to catch Belinda on the way to school.
Waving goodbye to her mother, Belinda bounced out the door, books and lunch in hand and looking about, hoping to see Barton as he always made her smile; Sure as the sun shone, there he was picking up his step when he eyed her, almost running to her side; “Good morning Belinda,” Barton breathlessly greeted her, “I hope you don’t mind if I carry your books,” And with this, Belinda smiled at Barton, handed him her books and smiled, nudging along with their hands waiting to be held.
This is my Six Sentence Story for this week in response to Denise’s prompt word: Routine
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Shaking the wrinkles from the old, worn coat, he placed his arms into the sleeves, one by one and proceeded to gather up his fishing gear and head to the river.
Thinking time was what he needed, and that old coat was a necessary part of his life, as he felt the comfort, the familiarity and what he swore was the scent of his daddy’s old pipe tobacco.
Standing at the shore, doing more thinking than fishing, he snagged a few but no real keepers, until finally, right after spotting the most vivid red cardinal, he hooked the biggest fish he had seen in a long time, maybe even when his daddy was with him many years ago.
“Yes, I understand now, daddy, and I will do just that tonight, see you the next time.”
With a determined gait, he double stepped it back to his place and cleaned up, knowing he needed to have a spit shiny image in order to accomplish his goal.
With her bright red curls shadowing her sparkling blue-green eyes, she smiled the most beautiful, wide smile, all before he took her hand and said, “it’s time for me to talk to your daddy, but first I want to make sure it’s okay with you,” and he knelt to the ground.
This is my contribution to the Six Sentence Story for this week where Denise provides us a prompt word each each. This weeks word was “coat.”
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Barton claimed Belinda in his heart the first time he set eyes on her at elementary school, when she came to class, all of nine years old, the new girl in the camp, just a few doors down from his home.
While some boys teased her just for being new, Barton just watched her move, ever so gracefully, as she sat at her desk, ready to pay attention to the teacher.
Studious, she was, and Barton was hoping he would get a chance to talk to her without sounding as behind as he was with his studies.
He had reasons, and she would figure that out eventually, but he didn’t care so much about that as he did about getting a chance to impress this beautiful red-haired girl with braids and freckles bouncing off her cheeks when she smiled.
Noticing that reading made Belinda smile, he opened his reader and with one eye on her he attempted to learn the words.
Sensing the feeling of heat on the back of her neck, Belinda looked around and spotted Barton looking at her, smiling; She nodded, and he nodded back, red faced but ever so pleased that she did not grimace.
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Write 6 sentences. No more. No less.
Use this week’s prompt word: CLAIM
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