100 Words

100 words per day, per entry. I saw this on a site that refuses to fix my problem with posting. I entered the first post with no problem, now I keep getting an error message. Screw 'em! So, my entries are posted here! The idea is to post 100 words every day. No back tracking or working ahead. Here's what I've got so far...


May 1, 2009
The thunder can be heard in the distance. I believe it is heading this way. Just yesterday, the sun was shining and the birds were singing. I enjoy the sun, but a little rain never hurt anyone. The lightning streaks across the sky, letting me know that the cell will be upon me very soon. A few droplets hit my face and I take pleasure in the freshness it brings. The dark clouds on the horizon seem daunting and hateful, but beautiful at the same time. I step inside and continue to watch the splendor of nature. The rain comes.

May 2, 2009
I wanted to be a part of it all. I wanted to do all the town things like go to the church pancake breakfast and later wave at people in the big parade. I wanted to hear the bands and see the clowns. I wanted to buy cotton candy from the street vendor. I wanted to go to the town square after the parade. I wanted to eat barbecue and chips while watching the singers on stage. I wanted to complain about the heat while standing in the shade waving a paper fan. I wanted to belong. But. I didn’t.

May 3, 2009
“Newspapers are a thing of the past”, “They” say. “They” with their laptops and wireless Internet connections. Well, “They”, I say to you, LIGHTEN UP!. Tell me that sitting and staring at a screen while looking at the Sunday edition of most any newspaper is the same as spreading out pages and pages of said paper on the couch, floor, bed, etc. There is nothing quite like leafing through the World news and local stuff quickly and then heading to the important stuff...the comics, advertisements, and coupons. “They”, you are boring and in need of paper print on your nose.

May 4, 2009
I see the red blob staring back at me through the steamy mirror. I think it may be glowing. The dripping reflection is merciful for it does not show the details, such as the tiny red bumps trailing along my cheeks, or the skinny veins close to the surface of my chin. Rudolph would be envious of my huge red nose. The redness is almost constant. I very rarely get a reprieve. The research shows that it will only get worse. Just one more thing to make me different. The mirror clears. I see my fate. Rosacea. I despise you.

May 5, 2009
The voice on the other end of the telephone makes my blood pressure rise. She belittles me and makes me feel like a bum. Well, maybe I make myself feel this way, but she smiles while I self-destruct. I made the payment, but I made it five days late. To me, it’s only five days. To her, it’s been months and months. Oh, she’ll tell you that it’s not her job to judge, only to receive payments. She lies and takes comfort in my discomfort. Only five months to go. Five more times I get to hear her voice. Bitch.

May 6, 2009
I saw a friend tonight and she had her baby girl with her. I realized that I’ll never be someone’s mom. I’ve thought about it before, but it’s not something I dwell on. About ten years ago, I wanted a baby and was willing to do anything to have one, but my desire to have a child died when my mother died. She was a wonderful mother and I knew with her help, I’d be a great mother, too. Time changes things. Death changes things. The moral of this story: live your life. Have babies. Time waits for no one.

May 7, 2009
Right foot. Left foot. Right foot. Left foot. Stretch those muscles. Muscles? Those things I almost forgot I had. I guess I’ve just been lazy. I haven’t moved much in the past two years. My body hates me because I’ve let it go into middle-age mode. Ooops...right foot. Left foot. Right foot. Left foot. I say middle-age, but people rarely live to be 86 years old. I should face it, I’m not middle-aged, I’m ancient. Can I reverse some of the damage I’ve done to myself? Right foot. Left foot. Right foot. Left foot. Am I strong enough? Yes? (maybe).