Friday, December 12, 2025 Five Things

I read about a writing prompt recently. The idea is to observe or notice one thing and then write a sentence or two (or more) about it. You can go back later and add more if inspired. Then you do that four more times. The examples in the essay I read were positively lyrical and amazingly deep. I decided to try it for a while and see what percolates. Nothing lyrical or deep emerged, but it’s early days. Here’s today’s batch:

1. I’m sorting through a bin of old clothes and it’s a bit like sorting through memories. I’ve kept some of these clothes under the delusion that I’ll be able to wear some of them again in that mystical future in which I’ve lost enough weight. Others have sentimental value. I see reminders of a mission trip with our two youngest, a family camp trip (those wonderful days!), a thinner version of myself, Christmases of yore…even an ancient shirt from my youth with my initials affixed to the back, a gift from a friend.

2. Binoculars sit on a stool by the window. We use these to see if our mail has been delivered. No sense getting all our winter gear on to get the mail if it hasn’t arrived yet.

3. I wear two rings: my wedding band on the left hand and my replacement engagement ring on the right (lost the diamond out of the first one some years ago). Promises made, promises kept. The Lord has been kind to us.

4. The large bluebird cross stitch piece on the wall was a labor of love from my sister, a project she gave herself a couple months to complete and which took over a year. How does one quantify that kind of love?

5. The clock on the wall says 12:00 noon. Time to put my contacts in and go to the pool to swim 18 laps. It’s cold out. Must I go? (Yes.)

1 The post needs to be written.
2 The post is written.
3 The post needs a photo, just because.
4 Post is published!
5 It must be deleted in the morning.

2 thoughts on “Friday, December 12, 2025 Five Things

  1. As I look out the window with the cold snow swirling, a Cardinal gently lands on a swaying tree branch. He doesn’t look too comfortable being blown about, and quickly grabs a leftover berry from the branch. In one swift launch he’s in the air and looking for a more steady perch to enjoy his lunch….so that’s what a writing prompt is all about. I think I need more insight!!

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