He told me to leave so I left. Said he was done so I filed. Wanted me back so he changed the locks. But he loves me so when I ask he says, “That wasn’t what I meant.”
What began as a flu has morphed into a standard cold. Yet – what can one deem as “standard” in this age of super viruses? But I digress. My socks are sticky with cough syrup, tea bags are strewn across countertops, and the garbage is heavy with tissue bombs. I do not know yet if this is evidence of a successful or failed mission.
I have emerged from the bunker of my sick nest for momentary gulps of fresh air. I delight in the fact that the weather has agreed with my status and the sky has stayed interminably grey. I believe it has begun to rain.
Having come this far, I am nearing the end of free Hulu documentaries of the kind I would watch. I subscribed to several YouTube channels. Alas. It hurts to laugh. I await my turn at Scrabble.
If you are reading this, please know I have heeded your advice to “drink plenty of liquids” and “rest.” I am currently at work on that list of things that begins with, “When I am well again, I will dot dot dot.”
With a roll of toilet paper by my side, a water glass waiting to be refilled, and a cup of tea – I soldier on.
I take great comfort in those who have come before me and survived.
Either she will look up and see me capturing this scant handful of seconds in the long clock of her life or a chime struck centuries ago will break her concentration.
Trifecta Week 101 Writing Challenge entry. 33 words or less on the above photo prompt.
Just do better. Mommy Dourest
See the mountains. Hypothetically Writing
Make God first. Joe Owens
Bring it on. Mandy Blake
To bloom bravely. Thin Spiral Notebook
Make 2014 supercalifragilisticexpialidocious. Bjorn Rudberg
Put those back! The Wizard’s Word
I Shall Be. The Chalk Hill’s Journal
Live life lovingly. PurpleMoose Gazette
Amplify Myself Everyway. Thinkerscap
Love this life. Kirsten Piccini
Do my Best. Writing to be Noticed
Don’t Stress About Rules. From Here to There
Find Your Voice. My Words Are Alive
Laugh Away Fear. Whimsy Gizmo
See the good. The Word Pirate
Take that leap. An Honest Day or Two
Live Authentically, Love. Some Perspectacles
Enjoy life together. Liquid Poet
Learn, not dwell. Janna T Writes
Publish my book! The Bloody Munchkin
Resolved: Happy, Healthy. Not Just Another Mother Blogger
No Impossible Resolutions. The Cheese Whines
Kiss a Dimwit. Shannon City
Accelerate through curves. Red’s Wrap
Work hard, smarter. My Blog Can Beat Up Your Blog
Live. Connect. Grow. The Pigments of Life
Believe in Me. My Thoughts on the Subject are as Follows
Finish my novel. martha0stout
Tilt at windmills. Words on a Page
consume breathe produce. Chamblee54
Crush pitiful rebellion. Joe2Stories
Write More Words. Chris White Writes
Respect Others’ Truth. Going for coffee…
Engage your dreams. humanTriumphant
Find my place. Elsetime & Otherwhen
Write every day. Trudging Through Fog
Create Enjoy Rest. As the Romans Do
Invite intelligent intimacy. Momosapien
I can change. Day In and Day Out
Shed & Fly. consciouscacophony
Leave Something Behind. Breathing Space
Wear many hats. A Journey Called Life
Cheerfulness in adversity. Vivinfrance
Drink less alcohol. Blog of the imaginator
Be your best. Don’t give up. The Syllabub Sea
Remember to breathe. My Constant Thoughts
Weed the manure. Better Lies
Let expectations go. Sempsie Jewellry
Cut cheese thinner. About the rest
Don’t give up. Danny James
1. rule the world! Quest for Whirled Peas
Keep the faith. Anne Chia
Break the rules! Short Stories
Release Relax Renovate. Quick Stepp
Book your losses. Yarnspinnerr
I am worthy. Oh Pithy Me
Find myself again. She Whose Name Shall be a Blog
Selflessness, Forgiveness, Compassion. tinypurpleme
Come from gratitude. injaynesworld
Make the time. s.j. paige
Fat don’t fly. Angieinspired
Oops, next please. So much to choose from
Read. Write. Love. The Swords of the Ancients
Shared wise words. Creative Writing
Just keep trying. Writing in the margins, Bursting at the seams
Laugh even more! The Giggling Truckers Wife Writes
Live with might. Saucy Wench’s Words
To really live. Don’t Panic?!
Shepherd my flock. Cobbie’s World
Drink, Screw, Write. Trailertrashdeluxe
Intentions carried forward. Container Chronicle
Last year’s ones. imabookworm
Smile, in pain. Shadows of the Divine
Care for others. Musings of a Soul Eclectic
Believe in myself. High Five and Raspberries
Live life fully. Flippa Bird
Direction. Not dates. Whispering Thoughts
Character, calling, accomplishment. Charles W. Short
Never give up. Geetanjalee RKA’s blog
Make new mistakes. Getting Nowhere Fast
!BRAVE AS ONE! Katie Mia Frederick
Manifest my dreams. Apoplectic Apostrophe
Make it count. Girl in Jammies
Order more takeout. Empty the well
This time, change. Dunce Academy
Procreate. Publish. Participate. As the forest bird flies
Artistically improve myself. unaware but underlined
Do the work. Fictional Fool
Leave the dishes. The Flunked Adjunct
be well love. Black and Gray
Shine on courageously. Simply Charming
Expect the best. me
This is the collection of all of this week’s entries for Trifextra’s Week Ninety-Nine’s Three Word New Year’s Resolution Challenge. The challenge was based on Michael Ness’ Just Be Nice.
2013 was a difficult and painful year for me and it’s not over yet. I found so much hope and strength in all the entries. Once I started reading them, I wanted to remember them all. So I gave myself this assignment. It proved a very cathartic way to spend the day writing out everyone’s resolution, their blog name, and linking it up. I feel like I got to know everyone a little bit and made me grateful that I joined this community a few months back.
What I found interesting was how nothing repeated itself. There are variations on themes (more writing, focusing on self, doing better) but everyone had their unique interpretation. It also struck me just how meaningful each of these is to each writer. A lot of bloggers offered their backstory – and even drafts – of how they came to their final three words which is even more powerful.
These all make lovely koans and I hope that by collecting them all in one place, we can see just how connected we all are – that our struggles and hopes run along parallel lines, that we are all trying to be better people in our own way, and that moving into a new year is as meaningful as we want it to be.
Happy New Year!
“Just remember, life is like a box of chocolates.” … “You know, they’ve got these chocolate assortments, and you like some but you don’t like others? And you eat all the ones you don’t like as much? I always think about that when something painful comes up. ‘Now just polish these off, and everything’ll be OK.’ Life is a box of chocolates.”
EXPECT THE BEST.
“I found the tracks in the deep snow between the trees. That was the first sign something wasn’t right.”
It was Keith’s twelfth season doing backcountry Pro Patrol on Mount Baker. The second day the lifts were open, a group of Canadians went down the backside of Baker for more pristine powder. Now two of them were gone and the rest of the group was hospitalized. Keith had spent the day at Providence trying to get their stories but none of them would talk.
“The first sign?”
Doug was a few years younger than Keith. Fresh off his rookie years with Washington State Patrol, it was his first season assigned to the ski area. He was annoyed he had to drive an hour south to Everett to meet up with Keith at the hospital.
“Normally there are wells around the trees. Branches break the snow from falling around the trunk so you end up with these pockets. When trees are close together the pockets basically join up. There shouldn’t have been any snow, much less deep snow, where they disappeared,” Keith explained.
Doug nodded and jotted some notes down.
“Ski tracks, right?” Doug asked.
“Not exactly,” Keith replied slowly.
“No, no, no, no,” Doug said and shook his head.
“No way in hell am I investigating a Yeti sighting,” Doug said.
Keith shrugged. It’d taken him a decade to believe Yetis made their home in the Cascades. He still felt a little dumb about it but the past two years had convinced him beyond a doubt.
“The fact that none of the rescued party is talking is the second sign,” Keith said.
“They’re in shock. Happens,” Doug said and flipped his notebook to a new page.
“No. They’re embarrassed. I know. I’ve been there. I don’t expect to get anything out of them for another month or so. Someone will get drunk at a party and start talking,” Keith said.
Doug turned his back to Keith and studied a framed print on the wall. Several moments passed before Keith peered over Doug’s shoulder to see what held his attention. A banquet scene with fancy ladies and guys in tights. A man in a pink robe offered a plate of oranges to a woman with a very long ponytail. Probably something Catholic.
“Hunh. I just noticed the falcon. Or is it a hawk?” Doug leaned in closer.
Keith turned to leave the waiting room.
“And the third sign, Sherlock?” Doug asked.
“I know, I know. Yetis. Ridiculous. Believe me, I held out as long as I could but it was either Yetis or aliens or something else. I’m going with Yetis,” Keith said.
Doug coughed to cover up a laugh. He nodded at Keith to continue.
“The third sign – and it’s the same with the disappearances the past two years – is one male and one female goes missing. All of them were – or are – twenty-one years old. And it’s usually their idea to go off the groomed trails.”
“Darwinism,” Doug muttered under his breath.
“What’s that?” Keith asked.
“I’d say that’s coincidence more than a pattern. I’m sure you used to go off trail all the time,” Doug said.
“Yeah but I also had a family that’d wonder where I was if I went missing. Nobody asks about these kids,” Keith said.
“We could have started with that,” Doug snapped at Keith.
Doug glanced over his notes.
“So let me see if I can put this together. The deep snow between the trees is some kind of Yeti snow fort. The kids are Yetis who walk among us then round up their pals for a ski trip. After introductions are made, they rejoin their Yeti family. Then there’s a new crop of Yeti believers to keep the dream alive?”
“Uhhhh. Something like that. I guess?” Keith replied.
“Then why am I standing in a hospital? How’d the others get hurt?” Doug asked.
“Self-sustained injuries. Slipping and falling when they were trying to get out of there.”
“Right,” Doug said and snapped his notebook shut.
Doug pulled a card from his breast pocket and handed it to Keith.
“If you think of anything else, please, give me a call,” Doug told him and left.
Keith studied the print on the wall.
“It’s a hawk. Anyone can see that.”