Fandango Flash Fiction Challenge #156

If this week’s image inspires you and you wish to participate, please write your post, use the tag #FFFC, and link back to this post. I hope it will generate some great posts.

The photograph above is from CookmePancakes @ DeviantArt.com.

Hope Makes Everything Possible

Try as she may, Hope’s mother gave up years ago on talking her daughter out of a long daily ritual of waiting for the mail. Hope’s autism was most severe and the quiet time, she spent daily waiting, had become a mixed blessing. Her mother had come to count on a few hours of ‘ME’ time to care for herself, and she needed that. So, all was well.

There had been an offer for a free poster of Hope’s favorite TV characters in a magazine ad, so Mama had long ago sent for it. Hope was 7 at the time. She kept the ordering page neatly folded reverently on her dresser ever since, but Hope was now still waiting 15 years later. The T.V. show had even gone into syndication 10 years ago, but Hope got to watch the Rugrats on demand anyway. Time just wasn’t moving in her world.

Well, Mama brought Hope her lunch- on one grey day- and a ring at the door, signaling the mail, went off. The young woman almost upset her plate as she raced downstairs with the exact same daily enthusiasm she’d maintained ever since childhood.
Mama braced herself for the usual sullen daughter dragging up the stairway in disappointed when Hope ran into the room squealing! She was holding a long tube above her head.
There it was! That long-awaited prize that Mama was certain would never come. They opened it together and immediately hung it on her bedroom wall. Hope danced with happiness too excited to even eat her lunch.
Mama’s heart nearly burst with joy watching her daughter’s celebration even though she was absolutely baffled by the long-delayed wish coming true. “What the heck?”, Mama thought.

The next day, Hope anxiously paced all around rubbing her hands since her routine vigil had been ended, so Mama thought quickly and ordered another poster from the same ancient careworn magazine page. It worked!
Her daughter started a brand-new vigil. And, with a name like Hope, she’d be waiting for as long as it takes. All was well once again.

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Procrastination Station

I consider myself as the person who put the “pro” in procrastination.

I’ve read about habitual procrastinators…as usual, it is blamed on the parents. I disagree.

I do agree with the assertion  that procrastinators are “made” not “born” but I feel that the deciding factor is the person’s internal dialog. As I am a strong proponent of nature over nurture…my mother is off of the hook 🙂 .

I believe we who procrastinate are “Hyper” sensitive to making a decision that is “wrong”. Making NO decision is easier than making the “wrong” one. As our lives progress, the “waiting” has fallen into our favor often enough to be worth the continuing of that pattern.

After all, doing things immediately can leave a person wishing that they had considered more options. Paying your whole insurance premium can have you waiting on rebates that are as slow as “molasses in January”. Doing your Christmas shopping ahead of time causes people to “over buy” and “over spend” . Last moment sales can be great! Those who finish their shopping in September, literally pay for their relaxation in December.

I am writing this blog as I procrastinate the chores of my day. How cool is that? Bet you I’ll make it!

There has always been a part of me that needs to test deadlines…I used to run down to the Jr. High ball field during the 2 1/2 minutes allowed for changing classes. I got back just as the second bell rang every time! (What were the consequences anyway? I was a good kid and used that reputation for limit pushing!)

What I have learned in life is, almost every deadline has an extension and every delay has a potential reward.

So here’s to procrastination, the force of challenge and relief from the mundane!

First things First

That old familiar excitement has begun.  The Katydids are singing in the night and just a few maple trees are blushing with changing leaves. Back-to-school ads, preseason football, cooler nights, my Autumn “juices” are stirring.

The only thing I’m dreading is my first Christmas catalog. I realize that there is a tight schedule on advertising and stocking shelves in stores BUT this ritual really bothers me. Why is everybody rushing around? I feel dizzy half the time!

When did everything get so fast paced? I wonder if it is the embodiment of adulthood to race around outside the moment? Kids live in the moment. Funny though, it used to seem like Christmas took years in coming when I was a kid. Now, well, even I have considered starting to shop for it.

Time has always been a fascinating subject to me. Scientists tell us that it is constant but I don’t believe it. I have experienced many moments when it stood still. The morning that my granddaughter was born, I stood outside the grasp of time. I felt as though I was inside a snow globe, unreachable, silent, and calm.

My first kiss, first day of school, first time standing in a graveyard sending off a loved one, all these events stood outside of time in a place where, I assume, everyone has been.

Seems the way anyone can stay young and grounded is by keeping their experiences fresh and to continue to find “firsts” in everyday.

Waiting…

male

He must be important

Proud, strong and full of lust.

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She builds, nurtures and carries.

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Master of his world

Conquering and seducing .

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Her life is dauntless and driven.

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Bright colors and a posture perfect

Anticipating a fight…a war.

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Within her beats the new life…miracles.

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Been said, “Lonely at the top.”

He is waiting.

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She remains to busy to notice…

female