Writing Challenge

[copied from dland]

I'm either going to have to write less often or start making stuff up. Yesterday I chose the first one. I suppose I could make stuff up, but why bother when my real life is so exciting?

[You may snort along with me here.]

I did come up with a major revelation today, which I'm pretty impressed with. There are just lots of people sick around here, some with colds like mine that never really go anywhere, sore throats, itchy eyes and so on. Only yesterday I had to admit that this two-week cold is probably allergies after all. And then I realized why. It's the fucking weather, or rather, the lack thereof.

In an ordinary year, we have a good solid first frost absolutely no later than early November. What the first frost does is kill all the mold blowing around out there in the dead and dying vegetation, freezes it and kills it, so after that, the wind can blow, but nobody's breathing in mold. When was our first frost this year?

I'll let you know.

Here it is, January, and so far, no killing frost. They probably have had one as nearby as the northern edge of New Jersey along the New York state border, which is in the same county I live in, but not here. It must be worse farther south. When I talked to the Colleague on the phone last Sunday, she had almost no voice at all, which is the first place her allergies hit her; she said it started as they drove over the state border into the southern state where her son lives. I know I should start using all the nasal sprays I have, but I just hate them, hate doing that. Anyway, it's my eyes stinging all the time, not just the stuffiness. Oh right, eye drops. Yeah, I don't like doing that, either.

My mission for tomorrow morning is yoga, followed by by normal Saturday errands, and then home. R is coming by briefly in the afternoon. She's starting her new job on Monday! And get this: I just stopped writing for a bit to talk to the Sibs, and it seems that Wonderful Niece has also just gotten a job and started today. She was in court like a real lawyer! All these kids growing up, I just don't know. (Yes I do. It's excellent!)

Just took another short break to call OldFriend for her birthday, and left a message. When her birthday dawns, can mine be far behind? You know, we had always planned to get together on the Sunday between our 50th birthdays, but our birthdays fell on Sundays that year, and we were both caught up elsewhere. I have pledged to her that we will spend our birthdays together four years from now, when we turn 58. Why 58? Because then we will have been friends for 50 years. (My parents had already bought the house across the street from hers, but we didn't move in until March. Even so, I was invited to her 8th birthday party and she was to mine, and I was driven over to play with her a few times before we moved.)

Jeez, I'm not saying much, but it sure is taking me hours to say it here. I must have started typing hours ago, but I'm just going in fits and starts. Better post before I fall asleep.


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