Goodbye My Dear Henry: Five Minute Stream of Consciousness

What struck me instantly were his gorgeous eyes. I am a complete and utter sucker for blue eyes, and I fell in love quick and hard. You know how girls sometimes do when a new boy shows up at school, mysterious and all.

He was the new kid in the place, and he had a way about him. He was light and funny and fluttery. His vivacious personality was hard to miss.

One thing we did not have in common is he liked peas and I do not.

He was my Henry, a pet name I gave him, and he came to the aquarium the same winter week I did. That was more than three years ago.

It wasn’t until I couldn’t find him in his usual spot to hand feed him his peas yesterday, I shouted over the microphone, "Has anyone seen my Henry?" that I learned he passed away last week. Poor boy. Was he a boy? I don't even know.

And though they promised another would replace him in the not too distant future, it will never be the same.

Most of them have green eyes…

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Thanks to my friend Kenya for letting me know that there is another opportunity for linking to a stream of consciousness writing community over at her place! This is probably my favorite way to write. Five minutes, quick and dirty! And on a Friday!!!

I Need To Hear Your Voice

Five Minute Friday at Lisa-Jo Baker at Gypsy Mama is a stream of consciousness linkup (which you know I love) with this week’s prompt being VOICE.

Connect on Twitter with the hashtag #FiveMinuteFriday.

No extreme editing; no worrying about perfect grammar, font or punctuation.

Unscripted. Unedited. Real.

Okay VOICE, here we go…

There are things I need to (love to) to really know about a person. I love to see something written; not an email or something typed. I connect seeing handwriting because it’s real. It helps me visualize people. It’s like a piece to a puzzle.

But what is more important to me is knowing what someone’s voice sounds like. I may not know what they look like, or what their handwriting looks like, but hearing a voice stimulates my senses. For me, hearing things like music or words, the intonation of a voice, is incredibly important. If I can see the person AND hear them…AHHHH!

There is someone I’d love to be hearing right now. Someone I miss very much. That is one of my God daughters who lives in an orphanage in Honduras. I didn’t see her, hear her voice this year and it just about stabbed me in the heart.

She’s 18 now. I’ve known her since she was nine. She’s almost grown up but schooling (unlike other things) moves much slower there. She’s a high school sophomore.

I happened to be on Facebook today and “poof”! Up popped “Hola”. I was surprised and thrilled because it was a school day and during school hours.

So I asked about escuela (school) and she was getting ready for a big exhibition for her teachers on an operating system so she wanted me to wish her “BIG” luck.

WOW!

Presentations…On operating systems…In Honduras?

And I could see she was trying to video chat with me. Then I would REALLY hear her voice but after a minute or two, she said GTG (so kidlike). So I sent her a giant XOXOXOX which I taught her. And of course, my love.

I really miss her. Boy do I wish I could hear her voice.

Striking The Deal, Making It Happen

Five Minute Friday is stream of consciousness writing hosted over here.

The word today was WIDE and we write for five minutes and post what we got without editing (much or at all). I really like writing this way especially on a busy day.

GO CUBS (Sorry Gal, they stink. I’m only going for food and beverage!)

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There was a time in my life that I loved to strike them! And I was good at it believe it or not. It was actually my job to negotiate and close “the deal”. It’s how I made money, my living!

I am a long way gone from those days but every now and then I am called on to do the deed and especially when it’s for my own benefit. I must admit I’m not as comfortable as I once was.

I’ve been car shopping this week because my car is not one I’d wish to hang on to beyond its warranty, which is virtually up, and it’s sort of a lemon.  

Tonight I got all the pricing and trade in values, all the info I needed to make my decision between two cars and tomorrow, I need to make the call and negotiate the final deal. There’s a problem though. The gap between what I’d like to pay and what they would like me to pay is WIDE.

It’s not my favorite thing to do anymore but I’ll do it.

My husband’s working. He knows I can fully handle it. He trusts me to do a decent job with the price AND he hopes I’ll walk away if I’m not feeling it.

Uggggghhhh!

It’s just not my favorite thing to do anymore but I’ll do it. (I know I said it twice…)

It used to give me a rush.

Now, it makes me uncomfortable. Don’t’ know why. Maybe Eric will feel sorry for me and give me what I'm asking...

Wish me luck!

Maybe tomorrow night I’ll be smelling a new leather interior instead of  one that smells like stinky dog.