I have been beating my head against the '100 Word Challenge' for this week. The word is "Rotten". It really is rotten, too. I cannot, for the life of me, make it work in my head.
I have ideas. The last two things I did ran out to 120 words or more - and there wasn't anywhere I could cut words without destroying the sense of what I was writing.
I guess I haven't let this one stew enough, yet.
I do that, you know? I take the 'Word" and I stick it in my mental craw and a couple of days later it comes pouring out. I guess this one needs to cook a bit more. Maybe it will wind up being a 100 Word Friday Haiku - nah. I've done that already.
Grannie seems to be making some progress. Maybe, just maybe, she'll be able to get that feeding tube out and things can get just a bit closer to normal. I hope. For her sake more than mine. And for Annie's sake, as well.
Yesterday was my 65th Birthday. It threatened NOT to be any kind of 'special' - that is, until all the FaceBook messages started showing up in my gmail inbox. They kept coming and coming.
I said, in my FaceBook status, that "You have no idea how blessed I feel". And it's true. You have no idea how blessed I feel.
It's a very rare and special feeling to have so many people care enough to take the time to send a birthday wish.
Thank you, all.
"As I go, I am wearing you." Ndinombethe.