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!!!

Westward Ho

The kid hitched a brim-full U-Haul to his Jeep and set out under the swiftly changing sky. Her eyes caught wisps of his golden curls blowing out the window as she waved from the curb. 

What’s a conflicted mother to do but beg him to stay? 

Knowing it wasn’t fair and not what either wanted or needed, she did it anyway. Some things can’t be helped.

If she could see his eyes in the mirror, she bet they were brimming too. Hers would have made it harder for him, so she feigned brightness.

Time to fly, baby boy. 

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The word is ROAD, either used or implied. Tara's 100 word prompt was perfect for me this week. 

Sunday Stream of Consciousness: Jet Lagged...Still...

I was going to write one thing this morning because it has been weighing heavily on my mind, but it is too big of a "thing" (aka a rant) for a five minute Sunday stream of consciousness entry. So you get to hear about something else (aka potentially mundane). Yay, you!

So here are the rules set forth by All Things Fadra. Write for five minutes. Don't edit, fix, tweak or touch the words once down. Press publish.

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I have been gonezo, out of the country, halfway around the world on a cross country tour of Nepal with a dear friend (here's a shout out to you Air!), leaving my family behind, high and dry if you ask them, for 2 weeks. Breaks are good, right?

The time difference between here and Kathmandu is 10 3/4 hours (ahead). Have you ever heard of such a thing? Not 10 hours. Not 11 hours. Not even on the half hour. 10 3/4 hours. Whose idea was that? Maybe, I think, Iceland has a wacky time difference by being on the half. I don't know, but, come on Kathmandu. Try calculating this on the fly to figure out a suitable "FaceTime" time or texting time. Actually, because it was morning for me and night for them, there were advantages. I got to quickly participate in a few daddy/daughter date nights (my hubby likes to be occupied). And when it was tucking myself into bed time, they were well into their work days, and 'twas the perfect time tochat. It really turned out well because I would have my day of fun without the worry or, Yikes!, the disruption of daily home life creeping in. The only hitch was my college age son (as always?)who wasn't exactly with the program texting a few times during the night. Gave him a virtual smack upside the head!

Anyway, I haven't strung together more than two or three hours of sleep, particularly during the night, since I arrived home on Wednesday evening. My face falling onto my dinner plate. Yawning all evening while out with friends last night. It's been hard to concentrate. Hard to be productive, even unpack. Hard to do anything. Poor me, right?

This morning, right now, is the first time I don't feel completely inhuman (although I am tired of getting up before 6am everyday). I never knew jet lag could be so...so...debilitating! AHHHHHHH, but it was worth it!