Daily Post Prompt: Ghost
It was a late Saturday morning. I didn’t have anywhere to be, so I was sleeping in. The sun was already shining bright in the room, but I figured I could sleep a little more. I felt Mercy sit down on the edge of the bed. I felt her stroke my hair. The room was so quiet, I could even hear my hair move as she played with it. I slowly opened my eyes with a smile. No one was there. I looked around the room. There wasn’t even a kitty in sight. Wow, I must be still dreaming. Oh, well.
I fell back asleep. It happened again. What the…? I must be still dreaming.
I shook it off and closed my eyes again, but didn’t drift off this time. I didn’t want to get up yet. My hair gets stroked again.
I shot out of the bed and was down the stairs and in the living room in 3 seconds flat.
Mercy looks at me and says, “You look like you’ve seen a ghost.”
“I didn’t SEE one…”
I have often said that I am the luckiest woman in the world. I’m not lucky because of the good things that happen to me, but because of the REALLY bad things that don’t happen to me. I don’t know why I am still alive. That Wednesday should have been my last day…
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It’s the end of Spring Break and I haven’t been out of the house much. I’m bad about being active during breaks from school.
“Let’s get out of the apartment. We need ice and I need to stop at he convenience store” Mercy prods me.
Ok, I’ll be ready in a minute. What’s it like outside? Is it raining?
“Not raining right now, the sun’s even out.”
I look in the mirror. Wow! I showered last night, but my hair is spiked on one side. A quick rub with a damp washcloth and some leave in conditioner and I look normal again.
Ready! Let’s go.
I grab my jacket before heading to the door. We walk out the door. As I get two steps from the sidewalk, I see big rain drops slowly coming down.
“Shut up! It wasn’t raining a minute ago!”
Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha
I didn’t say a word, just put on my jacket and stepped into the rain.
Daily Prompt: Born to Be With You
Got a soul-mate and/or a best friend? What is it about that person that you love best? Describe them in great detail — leave no important quality out.
Mercy, Mercy, Mercy!
Mercy is my partner of 16 years. She’s 5’10” , has short brown hair with blonde highlights, beautiful brown eyes, a cute little crooked nose, long elegant hands and feet, big-boned, flawless skin with a slight natural tan, and long legs. She doesnt find herself beautiful, but I get lost in her face. I have a thing for vampires and after her long stay in the hospital last year she now has semi-permanent vampire bite marks on her neck where her central line was. (I know I’m weird.)
What giant step did you take where you hoped your leg wouldn’t break? Was it worth it, were you successful in walking on the moon, or did your leg break?
There have been a lot of giant steps for me in the last 16 years with Mercy. In fact, many people along the way kept waiting for my leg to get broken, it never did.
Everyone in my life were just like many of the viewers on Earth of the Moon Landing. They had no clue what the Moon was really like, so they just let their imagination run wild. They used their own experiences to color what they saw. They couldn’t see what the surface was actually like.
Why do people judge everything with there own eyes? We all do it. How often do we see the actions of a complete stranger and make a lot of assumptions about what is really going on? I know I do it all the time. Maybe it is entertainment for us.
But why do we do it to our friends too? I think we do it to be right. To be able to say, “I knew that was going to happen.” Continue reading
Stay positive has always been my motto, even when I’ve been gripped by cynicism and sarcasm. I’ve always tried to keep a forward thinking positive outlook. I have to. The present isn’t a bed of roses most of the time.
It’s harder to stay positive when things are moderately shitty, than when they are really shitty. Like when Mercy was dying in the hospital, I was permanently optimistic. I refused to get negative. I knew that my positive outlook and up attitude could be heard/felt by Mercy, even when she was completely unconscious and it was calling to her to get better. And she did get better.
But now it is hard to stay positive. Life is great in some respects, Mercy’s health is getting better. She is still in line to get the surgery to undo the ostomy. we like our apartment and are keeping it nice. Mercy has even started throwing pottery again after getting her new wheel last month. So what could be bad? Continue reading