Tell us about something that happened to you in real life last week–but write it in the style of a fairy tale.
It was a very chilly and windy morning, I dressed up to go out to pay my bill,I thought I did not need to take my scarf, I made a wrong decision despite my warm Eddie Bauer long coat and a hood to go with it,I should have taken my scarf because the cold wind found a way to reach my neck.I stood waiting for the bus, which I thought would come in ten minutes , this was not my day, the bus took twenty minutes and I was cold, the bus finally arrived I managed to get to my destination.
I found the teller free, paid my bill. I knew I had to go to the mall to take care of some chores, I crossed the street to get the bus again, it was the same story I had to wait for the bus this time fifteen minutes,the wind was slightly calmer. When I reached the mall I went to get my chore done ,found the woman busy and not in a hurry to serve me. I told myself “it’s all right, after this I’d go straight in the comforts of my warm home.”
My home is not too far from the mall, there are four stops and then my stop, I do not remember ever being so eager to get home, the cold wind,snowbanks everywhere, was enough to encourage me to go home.
What was your favorite plaything as a child? Do you see any connection between your life now , and your favorite childhood toy.
I grew up in a large family, I didn’t have a plaything which solely belonged to me. We played with a variety of things, one of these was we’d stack up seven flat stones one on top of the other and with a tennis ball we tried to hit the stack and scatter the pieces of stones, we continued to play until all the stones were scattered if we missed a shot it would be the turn of the next sibling.
Our best plaything was the board games, Monopoly, Scrabble and one other which I cannot remember.
We had a lot of fun playing , in the game of Monopoly, my eldest brother was always the banker, when he needed money to keep playing, he’d take some when he thought we were not looking, but I caught him each time. We were very noisy my mom said I was the loudest, I had to stop playing and help her with some chores.
I cannot see any connection with our game of Monopoly and my life now. I have the board games, I don’t play at all, I miss playing with my brothers. I’m not the noisy one even if we play once in a while. So there is no connection between life then and now.
There are jobs that we are paid for,which is exciting ,every two weeks we get a cheque telling us thanks you have done well. I like this and am motivated to do better hoping I’d get a raise.
Then there are tasks we have to do to get that shiny certificate,it tells the world we are ready and willing to work hard.
Next in line is chores, this is a thankless one,we do not get paid,we do not get a certificate. Why do we do it because our place of abode looks horrendous. We work day after day cleaning the same mess which magically comes back unannounced and uninvited. Who tells us to do it,our conscience,it doesn’t stop reminding us about the dust on the table,on the chair and on everything we own. So we slave away day after day dusting,vacuuming,mopping you name it all these ings gang up against us.
We are not paid to do this chore,no one says thank you, but they are quick to point out the dust and tell us we are not good house keepers so we do not deserve the house.
Procrastination (Photo credit: MrSchuReads)
In elementary school I was flooded with idioms. We were given these daily to write a story. When I read the prompt,immediately I thought of.”Procrastination is the thief of time.” We were always reminded to use our time wisely.
There are a number of things I have left to be done later. I know it is not the right thing to do. I bought novels I wanted to read. I have them on my shelf,I guess they are wondering when will I read them.
At this very moment I am thinking of cleaning my room.I have neglected it for a long time. Hopefully the word,”Procrastination”,will make me start.
So my blogger friends,I am getting ready to do my chores. My intention is to read my books next. Au Revoir (see you later).