Category Archives: A Day In The Life

Everyday observations


 A fiction prompt

In hindsight, I should have run over her.

My supervisor, Dave, hired a woman for our team, I’ll call her Shelley.  She was six-foot-tall, three hundred pounds, with bright red hair in a bi-level cut, the left side was just below her earlobe, and the right side was collar length. 

I am not a superficial person; I don’t judge others by their appearance. Hell, I would never win any beauty contests myself.  However, there was something about Shelley… a niggling, prickly sensation at the back of my head, an anxious feeling in my chest, a warning to keep my distance.

A week or so later, on my lunch break, I pulled out of the parking space and headed toward the exit. Shelley stepped right into my path and stopped. Shelley, with her outlandish hair, long purple coat, and gray boots.

Just standing there, staring at me.

After I rolled down my window, she explained that her car was in the shop and she was on foot, would I mind if she rode to lunch with me?

That’s how it started. The next day, when I left for lunch, she went with me.  She always had horrible situations going on in her life, her boyfriend said mean things, her mother said mean things, her friends weren’t generous enough, you name it.  If it was bad, it was happening to her.

Then, she started having money woes, didn’t have enough money for groceries or to buy lunch, didn’t have enough money to buy cigarettes.  It progressed to not having money to pay her rent. I got a drunken, hysterical call one night asking if she could pitch a tent in my backyard because her friend threw her out and she had nowhere else to stay.

I felt drained all the time, exhausted. Then, I got sick.  After nine months of dealing with her, I ended up in the hospital on intravenous antibiotics for a massive respiratory infection. 

Shelley quit her job a few steps ahead of getting fired.  After she left, I never heard from her again.  

In hindsight, I should have run over her.

Enough Is Enough!

No social media until Monday. No Twitter, no Facebook, I may not even watch the news on television.


  1. Scheduled a rally in Tulsa, where the Greenwood Massacre took place in 1921, and has been called “the single worst incident of racial violence in American history”.
  2. Made a tweet threatening protesters with violence if they show up at the rally, and called them “lowlifes”.
  3. Is making people sign a waiver of liability in case they contract CoVID 19 at his rally.
  4. Whining like a little bitch, saying the Supreme Court doesn’t like him because of their rulings on DACA and LGBTQ this week.
  5. Posted a manipulated video of two toddlers on Facebook last night, the eve of Juneteenth, to promote racial tension, and blamed it on CNN. When he was called out, he said it was a parody, meant for a laugh.
  6. Has not acknowledged Juneteenth. At all.

Ansel Elgort

  1. Accuser states she was seventeen, was five feet-two inches tall, and weighed less than one hundred pounds.
  2. Alleged that when he initiated sex, she was terrified and sobbing in pain, but he refused to stop.
  3. Alleged that he told her they “just needed to break her in.”
  4. The same day, an anonymous person tweeted that Ansel is a racist, and likes to use the n-word. This person claims to have gone to high school with Ansel.
  5. Newsweek magazine pointed out that several of the commenters claimed Elgort was the only “Ansel” to have ever attended the school mentioned in the post.

My head is about to split open from all the hate and negativity. My anxiety level is off the chart. In the wise words of Mr. Leary, it’s time to turn on, tune in, and drop out!

So, there’s this…

The past three days at work have been mind-numbingly stupid. Stupid mistakes made by others for me to fix, the explanations are not clear as to what was done and what needs to be done to correct it. This requires enormous amounts of research. Additionally, there is a quota of claims I’m required to finish each day. If it takes twenty to thirty minutes just to find the issue… you see where I’m going.

In the good news department, I had a very happy dream about my mom last night. She was in good health and in good spirits and, in the dream, we had a very nice time. I’m choosing to believe that she actually paid me a visit just to let me know she is okay and happy, and that I should be, too.

So, now that I’m finished working and finished talking about it, I think I’ll take a nice hot bath and soak away the day. Have a great evening!

Come Fly With Me

Share a story about the furthest you’ve ever traveled from home

The furthest I’ve ever traveled from home was to Glasgow, Scotland.

My sister Cathy, our friend Betsy, and I drove from home to Kansas City, and stayed the night at a motel close to the airport. We were allowed to leave the car in their parking lot and take their shuttle to the airport the following morning. Their rate was much cheaper than KCI’s long term parking rate.

We arrived at Newark Liberty International four hours before the flight to Scotland was to depart. The airport staff took us to a private lounge with a television, free snacks, and drinks. It was pretty awesome…

Cut to the actual transatlantic flight. Cathy, Betsy, and I sat in a bank of three seats, Betsy at the window, I was in the middle, and Cathy on the aisle. The arm-rest on my seat with the lever to make the back recline was broken, the back would not lock into position. My choices were: lean forward with elbows on knees or lie in a supine position and stare at the person sitting behind me.

We asked the stewardess if there were other seats where we could sit together, or at least one seat that I could move to, but she stated the flight was basically at capacity. She was terribly sorry, but she had nothing to offer me.

It takes six hours and thirty minutes to fly from Newark to Glasgow.

Think about that.

Six hours and thirty minutes…

I would sit with elbows on knees for a while, then stand for a while, I even cried at one point, but just for a little while.

Fortunately, our time in Scotland was every bit as fun and exciting as we’d hoped it would be. Possibly the best twelve days of my life.

Even better, the flight home wasn’t even close to crowded and each of us were allowed to sit in a bank of three seats all alone. We had all the room we could possibly want or need.

I’m Back

Election year has rolled around and the insanity at Facebook has reached the point I have to leave until the election is over.

Members of my family, and people I’ve known for most of my life have shown their true colors… while they might not be true racists, they’re okay with Trump being one. They’re also defending the police and all the murder and violence that has surfaced this past year.

So, I’m going to start again with the writing prompts and see if I can settle my mind. That doesn’t mean I won’t rant occasionally. Just remember, you’ve been warned.

Day 103

April 13, 2017 – Tourist Trap – what’s your dream tourist destination, what about it speaks to you?

The Taj Mahal. Now, I’m completely aware that the woman who is entombed there, Mumtaz Mahal, died in childbirth, delivering her 14th child. I know that it is a monument to the sub-human subjugation and mistreatment of women. I get that, truly I do. But..every time I see a photo in a magazine or on television, the sheer beauty makes me catch my breath.

Honestly, I try to imagine visiting the slave trade / auction sites in the American Southern States and trying to find beauty there, and it makes me feel nauseous and sweaty. However, the Taj Mahal… I long to see it, it sings a sweet siren song to my soul, ‘come, come to me and you’ll find peace’.

Day 85

March 26, 2017 – Swing Set

Many, many years ago, the school sytem here in town wanted to expand one of their Vo-Tech buildings. In order to do that, they had to purchase all the homes on a full city block, all four sides. My Granny Ware hated to move but there wasn’t any choice in the matter.

My dad and my four uncles all showed up to her house on moving day with their pick up trucks. My brothers and sisters, and all my cousins sat in the bed of the trucks to keep things from falling out on the drive to the new house. It was a lot of fun and we laughed a lot.

Granny had a swing set in her backyard. I’m honestly not sure which of the men had the bright idea not to disassemble it, but to place the whole thing in the back of one of the trucks. Some of my older, heavier boy cousins sat in the swings, then the menfolk placed two girls at each leg, standing with our arms wrapped firmly around them to hold everything steady.

Believe me when I tell you that was one of the most exhilirating rides I’d ever been on. Roller coasters are wonderful, I love them. However, standing in the bed of a moving truck, hanging onto the leg of a swing set, with no safety gear or seat belt between me and the pavement… yeah.

It makes me laugh, and feel sweaty and anxious every time I think about it!