WPC: Silhouette

I’m tired of writing out Weekly Photo Challenge so I’m creating a new acronym: WPC. And, since I’m a lazy typist, I’ll create WWC (Weekly Writing Challenge) while I’m at it. Which explains the title of this post. Just FYI.

In case you have not read enough of my posts to figure out my sun rises and sets on my granddaughters; it does. So you shouldn’t be surprised to see the little angels show up now and then for WPC  😉

In this photo, my 2-year old angel looks out at the backyard and contemplates. On what, I don’t know. But she rarely stays in one place for 30 seconds, so I captured a photo of her silhouette that morning.

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Happy Birthday Dad & Mom!

I found this photo of my parents yesterday. It made me cry to see how healthy they were back in the mid 70’s.

My dad would rarely crack a smile for the camera, so this photo is truly precious.

Dad actually smiling in photo!

Gaylord & Nita McGuire dressed as hillbilly’s for a Halloween party.
They were both born on October 19th.

The Sounds of Silence

Stacked firewood

Well… I’m still waiting.

At first I was patiently waiting. Then I was impatiently waiting. Now, I wear earplugs and curse a lot.

When you live where people have cabins, weekends are noisy. I don’t mind that. But it’s the Monday through Friday noise that’s disrupting my mind and soul. If it’s not chain-saws, it’s hammering, men talking (or yelling), cement pumpers, power tools and large trucks.  And that’s just today.

Some days (like today), when it gets really loud and goes on for an hour or more, I let Big Yellow loose. Might as well do housework, if I can’t think well enough to work on my novel. I swap out earplugs for iPod ear-buds and play soothing music to myself. Or hard-assed rock and roll, depending. Even with my ears full of music I can’t take a nap. Along with the headache, no nap makes me, shall we say “grumpy”?

And I hate it when the phone rings and it’s for hubby. This means I have to get my grubby shoes on, go out to the yard, or wherever he is, and wait for a pause in the saw, so I can get his attention and give him the handset.  You won’t hear any feminine voices singing out the window – “honey, the phone’s for you”.  He has very high quality earplugs that can block out everything, including wifely hollering.

There is a chance the autumn firewood cutting will stop this week. Then we should have enough stacked for the winter (please God, let 8 cords be enough!), and maybe, get some quiet around here. Until hubby and friend continue building shelves for the shop. Or whatever noise-making project they think up next.

Thank goodness NaNoWriMo does not begin until November.  I want to finish the draft of the dusty novel I started in 1991, before I get involved with another one.  Wish me luck on that idea  – Ha!
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