When Selfies Were Rocket Science

We are working on our photo album.  This one, of my husband and his big brother, should win a prize.

Circa 1950:  How To Take A Selfie

1) Wait for Mom to go to the grocery
2) Have brother help you take down the bathroom medicine cabinet mirror
3) Bring that down to the back yard and prop it up
4) Get the camera
5) Lay on the ground. Face the mirror. Take your picture.

Ellespeth

Our Daily Walk

Santa Clara County, CA 3/24/20:

We went for a walk yesterday.  Stayed 6 feet away from other people out walking who were also trying to fend off cabin fever.  We were almost run over by a toddler, on a scooter, zooming round the corner and about to fall.  She was wearing a helmet – totally oblivious to the world happenings around her.  It was such a joyfilled moment amidst all this corona virus stuff

Wash yer hands!

Ellespeth

When You Are My Crème de la Crème

We are making some sort of frozen lemonade cool whip cream cheese sweet condensed milk fresh strawberry something pie to freeze for tomorrow.

So…

I babysit the grand baby.

You make a grocery run f or the creamed cheese.

Just now I open the fridge and four packs of cream cheese almost fall out.

Me:  Whoa!  What’s this?  Four packs of cream cheese?

You:  Two for the price of one.

Me: (after observing the packs and noticing you’d bought different types of cream cheese)  Perfect.

You:  How many did you say you needed for the pies?

Me: (I needed one)  Oh this will do for sure.

You:  (smile and settle into your easy chair)

What’s not to love about you?

Ellespeth

When You Have To Potty

At last!  Something to keep me from going off the deep end.

The photo won’t let me link to it 😦  Unfortunately it’s not mine.

PS:   I just found out this is an LGBT symbol.  I don’t get it.  I don’t get any of these new bathroom signs.  I want the ladies room back.  Lots of us do, probably.  I saw a urinal in one of these shared bathrooms and, lemme tell you, they are gross – long and narrow looking things fit for an alien.

Ellespeth

A Day In A Life Seeking Joy – Fiction

Time again for Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers.   Thank you, PJ, for sponsoring this and for all of your hard work on our behalf.  Please follow lil froggy for more stories.

This week’s photo prompt is provided by H.R.R. Gorman. Thank you H.R.R.!

A Day In A Life Seeking Joy

When I woke up this morning, I felt wrapped in an aura of joy. What did I care that my 4-year-old had jumped up and down on our bed until he was sure I was wide awake? What I did notice, though, was his somewhat “I know I’m in trouble” grin talking to me.

Dear Marie Kondo ~

I want to make this as short as possible. When I woke up this morning, this is what awaited me in my 4-year-old’s room: Help!

Stella from New Orleans

Dear Stella ~

Oh! This is a very easy messy one to handle. Take each piece of toilet paper and fold it in threes. 

Marie  

Ellespeth   

Gone Girl – Book Review (up to page 19)

I’m a mystery reader.  Started way back in my Nancy Drew days.  For some reason, I made a conscious decision not to read Gone Girl.  It seemed every book I’ve wanted to read, for the past few years, has been compared to Gone Girl.  Today, after reading that comparison yet once again, I’ve downloaded the damned book to my Kindle.

I’m on page 19.  We sit down to supper and discuss our day.  I’m telling you about the book and how I hate the sister’s nickname ‘Go’ – for Margo:

You:   Go is the present and gone is the past participle.

Me:   You have told me who the killer is!

You:   No I haven’t! I only commented on the grammar between the sister’s name and the title, and you inferred that she was the killer.

Me:   I did not, you did.

You:   I haven’t read the book.

Me:   I’m just on page 19 and you’ve already told me who the killer is.

Fini

He could be wrong, so I’ll keep reading the book.

Ellespeth