But I Smile Anyway…

Linda’s SoCS and JusJoJan prompt…

Your prompt for #JusJoJan the 21st and Stream of Consciousness Saturday is: “count on it.” Use the phrase “count on it” somewhere in your post. Enjoy!

A simple one, this…

If there is a doorframe, table, chair, or anything. in my way, you can count on it for me to walk into it!

I am one of the world’s clumsiest people and have even broken my toe on a radiator pipe that is so flush with the wall that most would say it was impossible. (And that was a few months before I got married!)

Nope. I did it!

Linda’s SoCS prompt.

Your prompt for #JusJoJan the 14th and Stream of Consciousness Saturday is: “once upon a time.” Start your post with “Once upon a time,” then write whatever comes to you, whether it be fact or fiction. Have fun!

Once upon a time, there was a middle-aged woman who never had any time to herself.

What with work and life at home, answering to the whims of teenagers, and her third child, sorry, husband, as well as those of the wider family, and not forgetting the cat, she never had any time to herself.

The hours would slip away, and another day would pass when she hadn’t been able to engage in her own passions.

But on the days she could carve time out for herself, it was wonderful. She’d go to sleep tired but content.

I wish I could write that something magical happened and end with ‘she lived happily ever after‘, but it’s not quite a fairy tale as it’s my life, and probably that of many, many other women out there!

But not to say it’s a sad ending, because I am happy and I’m still here, so it’s not The End!

Linda’s SoCS prompt.

Your prompt for #JusJoJan and Stream of Consciousness Saturday is: “out of the box.” Write about the first thing that comes to mind when you think “out of the box.” Enjoy!

“Sonu, get OUT OF THE BOX!”

It’s a commonly used phrase in our house as the cat loves a box. Any box.

Pretty much like most cats out there.

Whether it’s a giant cardboard box that just housed the new washing machine, or the smallest of tissue boxes that he can barely fit his furry bottom into, he will sit there, regally, as if to say, “This is my new throne!”

Of course, he ends up with his favourite boxes. We tend to leave one or two around the house, even though he has plenty of choices with real cat beds dotted around, but he always comes back to the box.

Some he’s used until they have fallen apart. Some, he eyes up as we unpack a delivery, and you can see his mind whirring. “When will they be finished with my new home?” Some he looks at with disdain. Picky kitty, my cat is.