I didn’t think I was going to make it. I thought I’d need to invent ‘Wordless Wordzzle’ and it stressed me out imagining what that would be like but I did it. I must, once again, thank Raven for inventing Wordzzle. It truly relaxes me and makes me feel creative. I was in a pissy mood.
The store sucks the big one (as my niece likes to say) and it’s raining and humid and the AC in the store isn’t working. You haven’t lived until you have a hot flash in the middle of the checkout island with 4 customers around you and the heat from the register blowing right in your face. A little boy asked me if I was OK – “lady your face is very red and very white at the same time”. His Mother wanted to know if I could go to the stock room and get the Windbreaker in an XL in Pale Mint.
Last night, while driving home in pea soup fog, I was pushed off the road by a speeding car that was riding ON the yellow line. I looked into my rearview and saw him coming straight at me. Luckily I was alert and the shoulder was wide. I sat there for a few minutes shaking and chanting “Motherf’er, Motherf’er” to myself. I went to turn the radio on to get some calming music only to realize it’s still in “safe mode” from the last time the car was operated on. So I drove the rest of the way home singing at the top of my lungs – “F**k em all, F**k em all, the long and the short and tall. F**k every blonde one and every brunette, some we remember but most we forget. F**k em ALL”.
I know that doesn’t qualify as the Sun Dance I promised Jeni for her Autism Walk/Run but if that didn’t make God smile well I just don’t know what more she expects. (God that is, not Jeni).
But enough of me, I’m so sick of me. On to this week’s Wordzzle.
Ten Word Challenge: galaxy, delta, redecorate, dearth, offshoot, Uthar Pendragon, cordial, gingerbread, foretold, bonnet
Uthar Pendragron slipped into his secret chamber and finally relaxed for the first time in days. He put on his favorite bonnet, the one that made him feel pretty and sipped a spot of blueberry cordial while munching on the gingerbread soldiers he had baked the last time he’d been able to escape the dearth of gentility that was his everyday life. He knew he needed this time to be himself. He’d been having odd dreams that he believed foretold of a wondrous time to come. In these dreams he saw shiny flying machines with unfamiliar lettering on them; American, Delta, Southwest. He believed these machines to be vessels come to take him to another galaxy, a place where he’d be accepted for who he truly was, a place where he could let go of the battles that surrounded him. Uthar always awoke from these dreams feeling both uncomfortable and exhilarated. Part of him believed the visions were nothing more than the offshoot of his dissatisfaction with his current situation but a small part of him believed they were messages, a tutorial perhaps , on how he could and should redecorate his existence. For now, in the safety of his sanctuary, he would cling to believing in all possibilities.
And the Mini Challenge: palliate, functionality, jungle, brass, asphyxiate
Sydney struck up the brass band in her head as she headed out once more to make her way through the jungle. She cursed the reduced functionality of her MP3 player as she struggled through vines that gripped at her, threatening to entangle her throat and asphyxiate her. Music was the one thing that helped palliate the terror of being lost.
I'll be along eventually to read everyone's paragraphs. But first I think I need a nap.