Succinctly Yours Week 198: Driven to Dis-traction

Thank you to Grandma’s Goulash for hosting Succinctly Yours! The purpose of this delightful challenge is to exercise our brain cells and churn out a story of 140 words or 140 characters or fewer. The bonus word this week was “taboo.”

After Ty’s accident, he declared it taboo to mention his once-great invention of a new sport: Downstairs Snow-Biking.  100

It is now taboo to mention REO Speedwagon to Ty. Once their biggest fan, he misunderstood the lyrics of “Ridin’ the Storm Out” and tried to recreate the song. 130

Sometimes we feel that we are barely pulling ourselves forward through a tight tunnel on badly scraped-up elbows. But we do come out the other side, exhausted and changed. ~Anne Lamott, Stitches

Succinctly Yours Week 197: Not the Brightest Apple in the Barrel

Thank you to Grandma’s Goulash for hosting Succinctly Yours! The purpose of this charming meme is to dip into the recesses of our creativity to retrieve a story of 140 words or 140 characters or fewer. The bonus word this week was “echo.”

The horror of Al's New Year's Eve party would echo for years. The decorations were sad, only the cat showed up, and bobbing for apples after 6 zombie shots was a bad idea. 140

Al’s New Year’s Eve activity was seeing whether apples echo. They don’t, but the fallout from viral online photos does.  100

Q: What do you call a guy with his head in a barrel of apples? A: Bob.  54

Don't think. Thinking is the enemy of creativity. It's self-conscious, and anything self-conscious is lousy. You can't try to do things. You simply must do things. ~Ray Bradbury

You Better Watch Out, Santa

I’ll say this for them: they are rather polite as yellow jackets go. Not like the seething ones I discovered while cleaning out the gutters last summer that taught me I can do an awesome jump from really high up a ladder, sort of like a stunt person. If the stunt person were a middle-aged Scooby Doo. This was just after I’d discovered that my hornet spray does not, in fact, shoot 20 feet like the label says, but instead sends out a dribble that goes “pffst,” and extends maybe five feet, tops. The stuff they should warn you not to spray willy-nilly directly over your head during rapid descent from a ladder.

Though my hair has remained yellow jacket free, my house has not. They started appearing whenever it was cold out, these drugged, sluggish insects congregating on the inside of the patio door. I have transplanted virtually dozens of them to the other side of that door thanks to my expert catch-and-release weapons that include an empty plastic sorbet container and an ad for bargain denture replacement.

I’d originally assumed the yellow jackets had made a nest somewhere within the passionflowers that frame the back door in the warmer months, and somehow they were squeezing in behind the screen. But after the vines died back, I was surprised to find not even a small hive.

It wasn’t until the door remained shut that it became clear what this Christmas season had brought down my chimney.

So this year, I have rediscovered my fireplace. No question there is more than one kind of comfort in a nice, cozy fire! Sorry, critters, but this Christmas Eve, I need to be sure not a creature is stirring…up a hornet’s nest.

Wishing you a calm, peaceful Christmas. The cootie-free kind.

And then, in a twinkling, I heard on the roof

The prancing and pawing of each little hoof.

As I drew in my head, and was turning around,

Down the chimney St. Nicholas came with a bound.

~”Twas the Night Before Christmas,” by Clement Clarke Moore

Succinctly Yours Week 196: A Christmas Carol: The Sequel

Thank you to Grandma’s Goulash for hosting Succinctly Yours! The purpose of this charming meme is to use the picture to create a story of 140 words or 140 characters or fewer. I’ve attempted to participate in SY for the past few weeks but always seem to end up too overwhelmed to get it posted—so here is last week’s as well. The bonus word this week was “grumpy.”

When Tim was no longer tiny, he and his family enjoyed singing Christmas carols. Unfortunately their singing was such that it made Ebenezer grumpy all over again. 136

Succinctly Yours Week 195: Tisn’t the Season

Bonus word was “urgent.”

It was no longer urgent to get all the Christmas shopping done, wrapped and mailed. They had made early January into their favorite season.   116

Ron and Edna liked to do their Christmas shopping in the middle of the night. A lot of stores were closed, but at such a romantic hour, nothing seemed urgent.  129

Some thought it odd that they had no urgent need to buy each other gifts. Few knew that for forty years, this stroll was their gift to each other on Christmas Eve night. 135

Far too many people are looking for the right person instead of trying to be the right person. ~Gloria Steinem