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Change. I've learned to embrace it, ride it out til the end. Sometimes I'm kicking and screaming, other times weeping with my eyes clinched tight. Once in awhile I ride like a dog in a car, head out the window snorting what life has to offer. Mother to young adult children, a marriage of thirty years, and a desert to mountain to valley waltz with God have shaped me into someone I never imagined I'd be. Life is short and I want to live it. Tears, sighs, laughter and change. Every morsel granted to me. Scrambled, shaken or stirred.

Thursday, May 15, 2008

Serials and Scenarios - Kelly on the Hot Seat... Part Two?


Xta has my phone number. She also has my NUMBER and she has re-challenged me to get a move on with answering my own darn questions. And since I'm not finished with the CFBA book of the week so I can actually review it today, I'm going to take Xta up on her challenge. And then I'm going to do some reading.


Below are the answers to two dregs questions...one of which requires creativity. Oy.


Comment away, friends. Guess what I described. Two possible answers. Go for it.

What crayon in the box describes you on a good day? Bad day? Which one do you aspire to be?

On a good day red. I consider it snappy and spicy, and I have tendency to want to spark things up. The second choice would be purple. I'm not sure why, I just like it and I think it's a solid listener type of crayon.

On a bad day pewter, if there is such a thing as a pewter crayon. If not I'll make it up or call it blue-gray. I don't often tumble into full-blown melancholy, but when I do I manage to eventually miss laughter enough that I crawl out. But melancholy and I are stormy at best. At worst, we produce golf ball sized hail if not swirling 50 mph winds.

What I aspire to be...Yellow = sunshine and light. One of my favorite T-shirt slogan sreads. "Be the moon. Reflect the Son." I want to be a full yellow moon.


Creative moments with Kelly -- Describe something without naming it.

Essence of coconut rides the salty air from half a beach away. Not my favorite scent, but wafting on the breeze, I'm all for it, especially since there is no sand along for the trip.

I reposition on my towel and sigh as the sand shifts and embraces me. Warmth radiates from below and the air currents caress from above and soon my eyelids become so heavy that they refuse to open.

If I could only remember the annoying question that seems to keep me half-conscious--oh well, can it be that important?

2 comments:

Anonymous said...

thank you. now I can enjoy my weekend : )
xta

Birdie said...

hmm...describe the scene?? Two answers? sounds like you smell suntan lotion to me. Am I totally clueless and missing the point?
Loved your crayon writing. That was great! Loved your describption too. When are you writing YOUR book?