Think of a time when you were completely wiped, totally exhausted, bone tired, and just plain done. Not quite dead, but really close. That was supposed to be me after working five days in a row.
But here I am, still conscious, reasonably lucid and almost pleasant to be around. Huh. I don’t know what happened. I expected to be passed out hours ago, comatose and in recovery mode for my two days off. I realize normal people work five days in a row all the time, but my four working days out of seven are broken up into small spurts with frequent home days in between, so I’m just not used to rising and shining day after day after day.
But when you’re short-staffed because some people quit and other people take vacations, these situations come up and you muddle through. In varying states of muddle-ness.
I do know I’m tired though, because there are other clues besides falling asleep mid sentence. When I’m over tired and can’t wind down, I find really dumb things hilariously funny. Like this for instance…..
Hahahaha! Caught poetry! Seriously I laughed way too long at this to be considered sane.
On a completely different note, our pair of mallard ducks continue to show up out of the blue every morning and evening because apparently our backyard is a fascinating place. Or there’s a lot more spilled birdseed out there than we realized. They are delightful to watch. We have also had visits from a lone Blue Jay and a Jackrabbit who is all splotchy changing from white to brown. I feel like I’m living in an enchanted forest. Another sure sign that I’ve been working too much.
Well, there. That certainly explains many things about this particular little ramble.
I hope you all are having a fabulous weekend! Mine has just begun. With any luck I’ll be able to stay awake for some of it. Maybe take some more miraculous wildlife-in-the-city pictures with my phone. Maybe we should build a duck blind! Maybe not. I’ll sleep on that one.
He says he wants to brave the rapids
So one leg in the canoe I give us a push
Bare feet with life jacket over bikini
Too late I realize we’re bound to mess up
Grab the paddles and endeavour to row
Whack some rocks in the creeks white water
Bumping and tossing we finally capsize
Our little adventure is less than epic
In three feet of water we wade to the dock
Well this was fun! Why start off with a frontwards Acrostic when you can do a backwards one?
I can’t get them out of my head. What does this mean? The phrase takes me all the way back to high school English and teachers who analyzed poetry in particular, but also pretty much every other written thing, to death. I admit I liked trying to impress them with my twisted take on things. I expect a lot of authors would have been totally baffled by the garbage we came up with that they never meant at all.
Anyway, I want to know what you think. Please take my poll.
There are no wrong answers. Probably there are no right answers either. Thank you class. No going home for you until you finish this. I will mail you your marks.
Lazy day lovers unite.
Cin’s Feb Challenge Lazy Day and Dance
Why is my life so damned boring?
Yelled Jack, with little forewarning.
His friends didn’t know
But suggested he go
Drink some ale to calm down his roaring.
Since the bartender never stopped pouring,
Jacks head was soon muddled and soaring.
He fell in a bush
And injured his tush.
It was hard to explain in the morning.
Trifecta Week 106 33 to 333 words using the Yiddish word tush – 3rd meaning – buttocks (slang)
Your mission is to write five haikus — one for each of the five days leading up to this Friday when we will choose some entries and feature them on Freshly Pressed.
Wise words always sound ridiculously more sage and profound when they’re written in the form of Haiku. So here’s my five deeply philosophical attempts to attain WordPress fame. And if Freshly Pressed is not in my future, what the hell.
Not a broken mess -
You are not alone.
There’s no good reason
To act your age my darling.
Stay forever young.
Can life be perfect
One fine day, some tomorrow?
Nope, so just relax.
You must learn the rules
Before you can break them all.
Hey, good luck with that.
Afraid of the dark?
What you can’t see worries you?
Kid – turn on the lights.
With craft and cleverness he fought to own her,
With pledges and promises, halcyon gold.
But only emptiness burned from his eyes,
Dangerous, sinister, forbidding and cold.
She put their betrothal on hold.
This weeks Trifecta Writing Challenge: 33 to 333 words using the third definition of the noun CRAFT - skill in deceiving to gain an end.