Category: wait-what

Cut through the darkness…

Sara

Minnesota Weather Update: IT SNOWED. Like, measurable snowfall. It was probably three inches at most, but the snow removal company had to actually come out and shovel and plow for the first time this entire season. I heard shoveling around bedtime and looked outside and there were so many dudes with shovels, there was practically one in every driveway on our patch of street. Usually it’s one or two doing front steps while the truck… Keep reading…Cut through the darkness…

Forget about yesterday by tomorrow…

Sara

I can write pages and pages of dialogue (and the occasional narrative) and find most of it to be crap. Or what I perceive as crap. Somebody else might think it’s okay. Then I go back and read, and reread…and reread…and then something stands out that I actually like and it sticks in my brain and I find myself wondering, “Why can’t it ALL be like that?” But I guess I’ll take what I can… Keep reading…Forget about yesterday by tomorrow…

Turning day to night…

Sara

At a recent doctor appointment, Bob went with me and accompanied me into the actual appointment. The tech asked, “Who’s this you’re bringing with you?” I told her he was my husband. She smiled and said something to the effect of, “Oh okay! He just looks so young. I had to make sure he wasn’t your son. I don’t think you want your son in on this appointment.” Record scratch. ‘Scuse me? My son? I… Keep reading…Turning day to night…

How many days in a year…

Sara

I think nine out of ten “follows” I get on Twitter are spam accounts. The tenth is usually some random business with an auto-follow bot running scripts on keywords that I happened to use in a tweet. Keywords that, in the context of my tweet, have absolutely nothing to do with their business. Or it’s some musician/band I’ve never heard, claiming to be similar to a musician or band that I have heard of and… Keep reading…How many days in a year…

Let me prove it to ya…

Sara

Every so often I get this trembly-shivery-thing happening. I shiver like I am frozen to the bone even when I’m not actually cold. What is this fresh hell? By happenstance, not that long ago, I was reading an article about anxiety—more specifically Generalized Anxiety Disorder—and it described twitching and trembling as a symptom. It got me thinking about the shaky-trembly bullshit I deal with and I think I solved the mystery. At least in part…. Keep reading…Let me prove it to ya…