ūüė∑ So…this is the TO BE EFFIN CONTINUED PARTS of my stint in the skilled nursing facility cuz I EFFIN BROKE¬† SOME BONES PARTS…

1.¬† My first roommate died.¬† She was 94.¬† She was a hospice care patient. It took me awhile to realize she was there to die…I’m still processing this..

.2.  My second roommate had some sort of sepsis wound!  Then, she developed pneumonia

3. I had my second ~ of three ~ ‘meltdowns’…

4.  My discharge was delayed.

5.  Another meltdown.

6.¬† I came home ūüėÉ

7.  My new computer crashed.

8.  My tablet crashed.

9.  My 24 hour caregivers are fantastic!  They are teaching me ~ by sharing their own life stories ~  what it means to be strong and thankful.

10. I have a new tablet!¬† ūüėä

Hopefully … I’m¬† back…¬† I miss everyone…


When You Watched Me Sleep – A Love Poem

i have been in hospital and skilled nursing facility since 2/7. ¬†i’m going home with 24 hour care tuesday. ¬†tripped on a small block while watching the church kids. ¬†broke right tibia, knee, wrist. ¬†some surgery already. ¬†more to follow in a few months. ¬†so it will be a long slow recovery. ¬†more sometime next week…maybe even a fiction challenge. ¬†meanwhile, a short poem:

When You Watched Me Sleep – A Love Poem

I asked you to go home
to rest
to dream
of other days
and smiles,
but you said
you wanted to watch me sleep.
we let ourselves
be sentimental
just for a moment or two.



My computer crashed. ¬†I’m just up and running again day before yesterday. ¬†I think¬†it was a good thing not to rush out to buy a new one. ¬†Since I don’t have a television and semi-boycott our local newspapers and get my news via several internet sources, ¬†I missed the¬†daily T-uck news. ¬†Lovely to be back and running in time for next week’s episodes.

Then, just now, I saw this cartoon –


(created by Cynthia Sousa (@theamat) and Sam Machado (@samscenarist) and originally published on Cartoon Movement.)

Ellespeth ♥

Red – Fiction

Time again for Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers.  So grateful to PJ for hosting this weekly challenge.  Please follow little froggy for more stories.

Here is the photograph and my story:


I’d waited ¬†hours for my big sister, Sunshine, to get back from her best friend’s wedding. Anxious moments spent wondering about ¬†Rainbow’s wedding dress. There had been rumors of the local flower shops selling out of red roses. All ordered up and delivered to the church.

“So what did she wear?” I asked when my sister finally made it home.

“She wore red.”

“What do you mean she wore red?”

“Red . ¬†As red as the front of Mamma’s Restaurant.”

“Oh my goodness! What did Stanley wear?”

“He wore red too!”


This week’s photo prompt is provided by Singledust. Thank¬†‘s for your photo:)

King’s Day – Fiction

Time again for Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers.  So grateful to PJ for hosting this weekly challenge.  Please follow little froggy for more stories.

Here is the photograph and my story:

King’s Day

As usuual, we were sitting at the bay window each in our comfy winged back chair. Below, at ground level, workmen were hauling away December’s Christmas tree. Dead needles laid a path before and behind them. ¬† It was King’s Day.

“What do you want to discuss today?” he asked.

“I remember one year, ¬†I was 6, ¬†pitching a fit when Mom started taking the tree down on King’s Day.” I smiled and glanced his way. “That was the last Christmas I believed in Santa Claus.”

He nodded. That was his job. To listen and nod and repeat my words back to me.

“I cried for a real long time that day. Probably because I was letting go of Santa Claus.” I reached for a tissue. “When I stopped crying, Mom and I made a King Cake. ¬†After it was baked, we tucked in the porcelain baby.” I smiled again. “My brother chipped his tooth on the baby.”


(This week’s photo prompt is provided by Shivangi Singh. Thank you Shivangi for our photo prompt!)

He Said…


I was debating back and forth about what to share about my recent absence – here on WordPress – so I moaned:

Me: ¬†I haven’t a clue how to explain it all.

You: ¬†Just don’t make it sound too serious.

Me:  How can I make a lump in your scrotum sound not serious?

You:  Just say we had a medical emergency that ended up not to be one.

Me:  OK.

You: ¬†OK. ¬†I’m off to the pottery studio.

Kiss.  Kiss.

I don’t want to get any more personal than that about my recent absence ¬†from Word Press. ¬†I’m just telling everyone, here and now, that this has been one of the worst months since I married the man.

Here’s a toast to the New Year…may it kick the old one soundly out the door.



The Truth About Absinthe Fields

Today is the first day, in a week, that I’ve not only been out of bed but also able to somewhat function. ¬†A cold? ¬†The flu? ¬†My everyday trips – taking my best friend for her radiation – were turned over to the loving care of others. ¬†I think I’ll be up and well by Monday. ¬†Yay!

I came online and saw this week’s photograph for¬†Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers. ¬†It reminded me of a poem I wrote about three years ago. ¬†The poem was originally titled The Places We Go For Comfort ¬†and other parts of it have been reworked as well. ¬†Since I’m still not up to feeling too creative, I’ll post this and hope I’ll be back to writing stories again next week.

So grateful to PJ for hosting this weekly challenge.    Our photo is provided by Jade Wong.

Please follow little froggy for more stories.

The Truth About Absinthe Fields

I’d hardly advise
to take the first offer
into his bed.

How could I be
more honest
than that?

And yet,
if you must,
go on and take it
– during the cocktail hour –
before those naughty green fairies
come out to play.