The Plan To Rid Himself Of His Wife

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The Sunday Writing Prompt over at Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie is Reasons for Admission. Write about one or more of the “afflictions” listed above that qualified for Admissions to a Women’s Insane Asylum, 1864-1889. Ignore the circled item. 

He knew he had to make his letter look good. He feared he would only have one chance to get rid of his wife. She no longer made HIM, her entire world. For his plan to work he would need to put on his thinking cap and delve into the latest list of reasons for institutionalizing women. Supposedly, there was science behind this list, unlike the first one. The prerequisites for admission were so drivel that barring an overly sympathetic registrar, he felt he was guaranteed success.

He needed to devise an opportunity to gather information for his letter. He promised his wife a relaxing day attending a festival that demonstrated how Ferris wheels were constructed. As they traveled around the exhibitions, looking at everything, he scrawled in his ledger. She was superstitious about carnival rides. At one point, he heard her express a religious opinion about G-d not wanting people to use these new-fangled rides. She knew chapter and verse about what was in the bible. She claimed this excursion was for him only and she found the entire day monotonous. How dare she not revel in what he enjoyed. She repeatedly complained that her mind was still focused on the upcoming wedding of their son. All these details were going to make his task an easy one to complete.

Upon returning home, he penned his letter to be given to the hospital. He was convinced that under the circumstances he was guaranteed they would have no option but to admit his wife of 20 years. He had no doubt, his wife met the standard of a woman who needed to be committed to an insane asylum.

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Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie Sunday Writing Prompt

Sara from Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie gives us this week’s word challenge: DEALBREAKERS.

The older I get, the more clarity I have with my deal-breakers list. The list can apply to anyone that is in my inner circle. (Anyone I would have a lot of contact with.)

What people do in the privacy of their own homes is their business. What people do around me is another matter, especially if they are around me most of the time.

Off The Top Of My Head My Top 10 Deal Breakers (in no particular order):
1) Stay away if you are xenophobic
2) Stay away if you don’t love dogs
3) Stay away if you smoke anything
4) Stay away if you NEED alcohol
5) Stay away if you use/abuse drugs
6) Stay away if you hit, scream, or cuss someone out when you are angry
7) Stay away if you are cruel or your go-to is being unkind
8) Stay away if you can’t open up enough to share who you are or want a one-sided relationship
9) Stay away if you are dishonest and can’t be trusted
10) Stay away if you want to be parented (unless you’re my kid)


Same Same But Different

Weejars from MindlovemiserysMenagerie offers us words to NOT use in our writing. 

Your words are:

  1. speak
  2. cry
  3. stop
  4. allow
  5. pop

Three children were talking amongst themselves
While they wandered among the store’s bookshelves
When the small one suddenly started to wail
So loudly you’d have thought she stepped on a nail
The mother demanded she cease the noise
And threatened to take away all of her toys
The clerk wondered why the mom did permit
The child to throw such a terrible fit

She’d  tell old dad when they go to their house
If she didn’t immediately become quiet as a mouse


True Nighttime Mishaps Using Prompts

In the middle of the night last night, I was again unable to sleep. The disquiet I felt made me want to do something. I figured I would be productive with my time. I love, that because of retirement I have the freedom to sleep in the next day if I am able to do so. I no longer have to go to school dragging through the day with only three hours of sleep.

I decided to clear out some of the hundreds of photos on my computer. Most were memorable shots that brought me joy. Some pictures were so blurry that I wondered why I didn’t delete them long ago.  Some were trite, staged photos that only I would enjoy. My grandkids can be known to make a loud verbal fuss if I want what to take what I consider will be an artistic shot. At holiday times I had them dressing up with some of my many seasonal decorations. (You can imagine how well that went off with teenagers.)

I discovered that I had many repeats in a variety of folders. I rarely delete photos because I fear I will lose a perfect shot forever. With confidence that I was doing the right thing, I bid ado to the duplicates and bad shots. I assumed the icing on the cake of getting rid of so many photos would mean that my computer would run faster.

To further expunge duplicates, I decided to delete the files that were in multiple folders.  Mind you, I did this before saving anything to Shutterfly.  (BAD BAD MOVE) I then emptied my recycle bin. (STUPID STUPID MOVE) When I then went looking for a photo for the BrightSquare challenge, I found all my pictures were cleared off my computer, never to be seen again.

The photographs that WERE on my computer are not backed up anywhere. I admit to a few holy c*#p moments. I took a few deep breaths and pondered what, if anything, I could do about it. I realized that in the middle of the night, I could not “phone a friend.” The worst-case scenario was that my pictures were gone forever. Then my gratitude slipped in. At least I had the enjoyment of reliving all those memories before they left my computer. They are still in my heart, still in my recollections, and still a part of my life. 

I have photos in albums, on Shutterfly, and at Costco. I am not down for the count. I shall blog pictures again. LOL

Serenity Prayer

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MLMM Sunday Writing Prompt

THIS WEEK’S CHALLENGE: Choose either sight, sound, or smell, and write a memory it triggers in you.

I chose to write this evening about the sense of smell. My “smeller” is better than the average person at enjoying wonderful aromas. Unfortunately, the antithesis is also true. My nose is superb at over-smelling foul odors.

For as long as I can remember, I have enjoyed the wafting scent of latkes frying. My mother was an expert at making them perfectly crispy without over cooking them. My brothers and I would race to fill up our plates while they were still scalding hot, right out of the frying pan. Growing up, when it came to latkes, patience was not found at our table. I did not want to be a nuisance, but I had to request she not use onions in her recipe. Once I realized how much damage onions did to my stomach, I tried to stay away from them.   

Another amazing aroma that brings me memories of Mom is spaghetti sauce. As a child, it would simmer all day long on the stove making my stomach yearn for the smell to move to my taste buds. I don’t eat spaghetti at restaurants as they are never as good as Mom made. I am happy to say, that mine is a close second. I too, allow the wonderful aroma to fill my house all day before giving in to the taste.

 Unpleasant odors bring memories too. I can smell a skunk long before anyone else does. Sadly, one time my dogs got in a fight with a skunk, and the smell was horrendous. I tried tomato sauce as recommended by friends. I did not want to disparage their idea, but all that accomplished was turn me off tomatoes for a long time. I am confidant that Ragu will never be eccentric enough to sell Skunk scented sauce. I called the vet and purchased Skunk-Off. (I thought he was joking.) The smell was so bad that after using the lotion I had to throw away the clothes I was wearing to wash the dogs. They smelled “better” but not pleasant enough for kisses for a long time.

Now that I have developed serious “scent” allergies I have to protect myself from fragrances that can be life threatening to me. I can not be exposed to perfumes, scented cleaning products, air fresheners, etc. unless I am willing to risk my throat closing. Happily, food smells just bring me pleasure.  

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