JUST THOUGHTS and SUCH....June 10th

The words were Rainy Day and Logic.  

Odd to try to put them together. I thought about pieces I’ve done and used some of my poems in today’s vignette.  My reflection is short as I did not really think about much when I woke except that it is Wednesday.  Getting ready to venture out fur errands but only errands.  No unnecessary stops to the clubs as of yet.  I feel like I am my own Twilight Zone episode. I am yet still afraid to be in social situations. I guess that’s just me. 

Until next time....Today is NATIONAL BLACK COW Day which is an ice cream float; enjoy one if you so desire or a cold glass ice tea as it’s also NATIONAL ICE TEA Day or both. 

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      June 10....DAILY REFLECTIONS 

It’s HUMP DAY....just another day it seems

I’m still isolating myself from the world

My own little Twilight Zone episode. 

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                       LOGIC 

             ©   Scottie-ann Murphy

Kendall peered our through the curtain to the action in the neighborhood.  Two Sandhill cranes were lumbering on their spindly legs crossing the street.  They stepped in the puddles formed by the rain storm from the day prior. 

She sighed thinking about the birds.  Somewhere she read or perhaps it was someone who told her, she could not recall which but it did not matter; all she remembered was that Sandhill cranes mated for life.  How lucky they were to find that one special mate who’d be by their side until death do they part.  Kendall watched as they made their way to her neighbor’s front yard.  Her mind full of thoughts of the storms of the day before.  Rain plummeted from late morning to early evening canceling the plans she had for the day. Kendall decided reading would keep her mind occupied and off the weather that always brought up sad memories.   Lately she thought of him more and more, especially during periods of rain. It would be five years today that their wedding would have taken place.  Instead it was five years on St. Patrick’s Day her heart shattered.  The big event at Mulligans should have been a happy time, but instead a time of sadness.  Rain always reminded her of Chris.  They met on a rainy afternoon when an unexpected downpour occurred; both scurried into the coffee shop to get out of the weather.  It rained the afternoon he proposed at her family cottage at the lake. Sitting side by side on the old patchwork quilt laid out on the polished wood floor; the patio picnic held indoors when it began to thunder. The rains came quickly with flashes of lightning and howling wind.  As they sipped glasses of Austi Spumante, Chris placed the two carat emerald on her finger.   Rain, always the rain, bringing back memories of a love lost. It rained the day he left; and it rained on the day they should have been wed. Yesterday it rained; she stood up the blind date her friend set up.  

“I refuse to meet a man on a rainy day,” she thought to herself. “It’s my logic and I’m sticking to it.”