Share Your World — Thick Skin and Blueberry Pancakes

Monday means Melanie and her weekly Share Your World prompt. So let’s get right to it.

Here are this week’s questions.

Are you thin or thick skinned?  Are you easily offended or tend to let it just roll off your back like a duck does with water?

I think of myself as being rather thicked skinned. I’ve never been easily offended by what others say or think. And as I’ve gotten older, my skin has apparently thickened up even more because, for the most part, I don’t really care what other people think, say, or do…unless it directly and adversely affects me, in which case, I will push back hard.

How important are morals in a healthy society? What are the most important morals for citizens to have?

I answered this when Rory asked it by linking back to THIS old post I wrote a while ago. I will say that I used to believe that strong morals in society were critical for society to function properly, but since Trump became president, apparently amorality is the key to success in America these days.

What will your epitaph be?

He was a very ordinary man who lived a very ordinary life extraordinarily well.

French toast, pancakes or waffles?

Pancakes, with blueberries and/or bananas, thank you.

And finally, what were you grateful for this past week?

After ten straight days of rain, we’ve had more than a week of beautifully sunny weather with stunning blue skies with mild temperatures for this time of year. Rain is back in the forecast, however.598f437b-e946-481e-b346-316f952bd0d4

Twittering Tales — It’s Over

img_2080Marcus woke to the sound of raindrops on the window pane. He turned over and woke up his wife. “Honey, it’s raining,” he said.

She rubbed the sleep from her eyes and looked at the window. As the tears started falling from her eyes, she sobbed, “Thank God the drought is over.”

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Written for this week’s Twittering Tales prompt from Kat Myrman. Photo credit: markusspiske at Pixabay.com.

Time To Write — All the Signs

CDD9308D-2273-4576-86B0-278EDA2D484ADean had been planning the day for months. Everything, down to the last detail, had been accounted for. Because anything short of perfection would be failure.

The only wildcard, the one thing he couldn’t control, was the weather. Sure, he had a backup plan in case of rain, so that if Mother Nature didn’t cooperate, all would not be lost. Other than the perfection he was seeking, of course. But he knew that if it did rain on that day, it would have been an act of God that was responsible, nothing that he did wrong.

The good news was that summers in that part of the country were generally mild and dry. Rainy days were few and far between, so the odds for a dry, sunny day were clearly in his favor.

As the day approached, Dean double-checked and triple-checked every item on his list. He placed calls to everyone involved to make sure they all had their ducks in a row. Everything and everyone was lined up. Nothing was left to chance. If only it wouldn’t rain.

When the day he had been so meticulously planning for finally arrived, he could barely contain his excitement. Even the forecast called for sunny skies, with no rain in sight.

The period of tribulation had begun a few years earlier with the appearance the Antichrist riding down the escalator and with his subsequent rise to power. All of Dean’s careful calculations, all of the signs — the deceptions, the disputes among nations, the devastation, and the persecution of believers — pointed to the fulfillment of the prophecy on this day.

443101D4-82C9-4071-8A59-5979055CCC39It was finally time for the Rapture, the instantaneous transformation of his body, and the bodies of the Lord’s other faithful servants, to be lifted to join God and Jesus for eternity in heaven. He was ready and it would be perfect.

By nightfall, though, when nothing had happened, doubt began to creep into Dean’s thoughts. Had he miscalculated? Had he misread the signs?

But then it started to rain, and Dean knew that God was sending him a sign, telling him that, as He always does, God works in mysterious ways.


Written for Rachel Poli’s Time To Write prompt.

#writephoto — The Last Time

6E8B4ECD-E5F4-4997-A58B-4DB0ED77D43C“You never get it right, do you?” Amy scolded her husband. “This is the last time I’m going to leave planning the family vacation to you.”

“It’s not that bad,” Craig said.

“You’re not serious, right?” Amy said. “We’ve been stuck in this cabin for almost a week and have yet to see the sun. It has rained every goddam day. The kids are going stir crazy. And, frankly, so am I.”

“But it’s not raining now,” Craig said defensively. “Look out the window. The clouds are breaking up. I think the sun is coming out.”

Just as he said that, large raindrops started pelleting the cabin’s windows. “Right,” Amy said. “A little research, Craig, and you’d have known that you booked this cabin in the middle of the rainy season. No wonder you got such a good deal.”

“Look at the view, Amy,” Craig pleaded. “The mountains, the lake. It’s so serene. You have to admit that.”

Amy glanced out the window. “Is it? I can’t tell with all of the raindrops streaming down the window.”

“But if you look carefully you can see the rays of the sun coming down from between the clouds,” Craig pointed out.

Amy turned around to see that their two kids were up. She smiled at them and said, “How about I fix you some breakfast and then we can all play Yahtzee?”

“Again?” both kids groaned.


Written for Thursday Photo Prompt from Sue Vincent.