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Monday Morning Warm-Up:

Where are you? Be literal if you want to. Describe what you see, and in doing so, help us feel what you're feeling right now. If you want, try this from the point of view of a character in your WIP.

I sit at a desk covered with:

baseball photos
mosaic tiles (various shades of purple) and a pair of tile nippers (dusty from disuse)
a camera dock
a children’s books-themed cigar box purse
an “I Read Banned Books” bracelet from the ALA
a stapler
a tall sweaty glass of iced tea

I see my garden through the window, and I hear belching from the family room.

My big rambling rose (really … it’s technically a ‘rambler’) slumps over in front of my office window. It’s a “Paul’s Himalayan Musk” rose and if you click on the name, you’ll see what it should look like when it feels happy and supported. Mine is no longer happy and, in a fury of self-destruction, came tumbling off its support today. A week of heavy rains will do that to a ramblin’ rose.

I hear two eight-year-olds watching “The Sand Lot” in the other room. Cole’s friend E seems extravagantly fond of belching. I never realized how lucky I am that Cole is mostly a peer-pressured recreational belcher.

I feel the pain of inspiration.

No, I literally feel the pain of inspiration. It hurts when I take a deep breath.

I dunno what I did last Saturday … but I ripped something … or pulled something … or … well, the Physician’s Assistant yesterday (I finally broke down after nine days of pain and went to the walk-in clinic) claims I must have torn my chest wall.

Can that be right? It sounds so fatal and incapacitating. He described it as … that thin membrane you see holding ribs together. If you tear it, it takes for-fricking-ever for it to heal, because it never really gets to rest … you use it every time you breathe. And sneezing? OMG. It’s allergy season. ‘nuff said.

(Wow, another massive belch. My kid this time, I think.)

Anyway, I’ve been in middling but constant pain for ten days now, which means I’m hindered in my gardening chores. I’m pretty much soldiering on and taking ibuprofen, because dang! We don’t get many sunny days and I have seeds to sow and weeds to pull!

In fact, take a peek over my garden gate:

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This is Constance Spry, and she’s mostly done blooming.

Here’s a blueberry cobbler update:

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But back to the Monday Morning Warm-Up!

I see a furtive black dog French-kissing and nibbling one of the visiting flip-flops … no, DeeJay! It’s one thing to eat our shoes … must you anger our guests by chewing their shoes?

I hear a gas-powered something outside. Loud! People, can’t you settle down and enjoy the day off?

Oh, wait. I think it’s my own DH. I did mention the looming laurel bush. And he dearly loves power tools.

Oh for the love of Pete, enough with the whacking of the nerf ball against the bedroom door! Go play ping-pong, you kids!

I see a story in my head that wants me to tell it.

I’m going to sign off LJ-Land, and attempt to appease the story.

You may go now.

jbknowles, I’m sorry! I have failed the MMW-U! I turned the writing prompt with all of its colorful potential into possibly the dullest post in the history of blogging. Forgive me!


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May. 30th, 2006 01:36 am (UTC)
like a rug! This is not a dull post. It's charming.

although I'm sorry for your chest wall. Can't you get some kind of spackle in there somehow?

And why are there tile nippers on your desk, anyway?

Yay for the story in your head. Did you appease it any? Let a wee portion out?
May. 30th, 2006 12:47 pm (UTC)
Re: You LIE
No, by the time I finished, it was time to appease the collective family hunger.

I make mosaic tile stepping stones and things like that ... the reason for the tile nippers. I have three glass picture frames which have been waiting for grout for ... uh, six months?
May. 30th, 2006 06:52 pm (UTC)
Stupid collective family hunger
Make 'em eat cereal and toast. Mom has a story to write.

And interesting about the mosaic tile stepping stones and such. Post a pic?
May. 30th, 2006 07:11 pm (UTC)
Re: Stupid collective family hunger
And interesting about the mosaic tile stepping stones and such. Post a pic?

Dot, you're so cute! Sure, I'll post a pic later. Thanks for being so darned interested in people!
May. 31st, 2006 04:45 am (UTC)
Behold my mid-life crafting crisis
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(In my back yard ... sorry, it was starting to get dark outside)

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(Engagement present for my sister a couple of years ago)
May. 30th, 2006 02:02 am (UTC)
Loved your post. And a friend of mine had the same tear thingy last year. If you go with about 5 days of near-complete rest and lots of ibuprofen (or other anti-inflammatory), it becomes bearable to move around. If not, then you will eventually do it because you will continue to reinjure said thingy and will finally knuckle under and rest. Stupid rib cage.
May. 30th, 2006 12:51 pm (UTC)
*light bulb over head*

"5 days of near complete rest ..."

*seriously thinks about calling in sick to work*

Now if only the faux-doctor-physician's-practitioner-guy had prescribed rest in addition to ibuprofen! Stupid faux-doctor-physician's-practitioner-guy.

May. 30th, 2006 07:13 pm (UTC)
I've been at work for about four hours now ... and I realized I've rested more today than I did for three days in a row at home.
May. 30th, 2006 03:44 am (UTC)
Ouch, ouch. Hope that there is some way to rest your chest wall, perhaps lighten up on the breathing?? ;-) Burping and boys, they sure enjoy it...
May. 30th, 2006 12:52 pm (UTC)
I woke up this morning, surprised AGAIN by how sharp the pain still is.

Aging: it's not for the faint of heart.

May. 30th, 2006 12:48 pm (UTC)
Ouch! You really have to cut down on your late-night vigilante activities--otherwise your chest wall will never heal. Here's wishing you a quick recovery! Not that wishes are much good when it comes to pain.
May. 30th, 2006 12:54 pm (UTC)
It's all those pop culture killers. They must be dealt with!!
May. 30th, 2006 01:49 pm (UTC)
You didn't fail at all! I LOVE this!

So sorry to hear about your pain. I agree, you need to rest! And maybe wear a corset! (Is that how it's spelled??) :-)

My son still can't make himself belch yet, but he has a self-inflating whoppie cushion that provides hours of entertainment.

Get well soon!
May. 30th, 2006 07:19 pm (UTC)
Thanks - I'm going to zip my lip about aches and pains now before I start to sound like Grandma G, who was always ready to regale us with tales about her bowel movements and trick knee.

Good old Uncle D has a remote fart-sound-effects thing. You can put it under someone's chair, then set it off at quiet moments. Uncle D is my son's favorite relative!
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