Stories - FD Thornton

  My brain is not working today; for one, I nearly poured lemon juice into my coffee instead of creamer. I’m working on two projects at once and they got my brain pretty scrambled up. And I wonder why I quit focusing on more than one thing at a time. The old adage, “Absence makes the heart grow fonder,” is definitely true when it comes to creating and producing. In my current state of retirement, other than the fatigue, lightheadedness, and forgotten tasks, I feel okay. But it’s when I get up and something I need to do stands in front of me, that I realize I ain’t healthy anymore. It’s a sobering thought, especially when pouring lemon juice into your coffee. So I sit here frustrated with myself for not being as quick as I used to be. Thinking of all the conversations where I forget memories and names so quickly, and instead rely on the quiet and a keyboard to get my thoughts down. At times it makes me fear the day when this itself will eventually fade away. But you do what yo...

  I’m about done with my Sunday morning chores. I got the sheets off the bed to wash, got my medicine took, lite my candle, cracked opened windows (to let out evil spirits), and called my father-in-law (to check on some old evil spirits). But seriously there’s been a steady rain last night and the weatherman has been promising me snow all week. About 0.02” to be exact. You can stop laughing now all my snow bound bird friends up North. But the rain has made the stale air of a Southern Winter smell a little sweeter, so thanks Canada for that. While the final rinse on the washer sounds like a jet fighter shutting down. The breeze outside is picking up, but still no flakes. But just like a humid summer’s day is to a Canadian, a little accumulation of snow or ice is kryptonite to a Southerner. So while we laugh, we both know our limitations. Funny how life usually even’s things out in the end, knowing our weakness’ and our adaptability. So in conclusion let us all have a good belly ...