Hiya, Welcome back to PEP! To my fellow Americans, Happy Memorial Day! Hope ya’ll enjoy your barbecues, picnics, family day, whatever it is ya’ll are doing to celebrate. Even if you’re visiting cemeteries to honor those lost while serving our country. I’m not visiting this year as not only am I currently on a dog-sitting job but I’m also taking the day to relax but I have a grandfather, and grandmother, in the Dallas-Fort Worth National Cemetery. Both of my grandfathers on my father’s side, long story as to why there’s two, served as did my GrandPapa on my mother’s side, his brother and two uncles on my mother’s side. My Great-Uncle was actually KIA overseas during WWII; my GrandPapa also served during WWII. My Grandfathers and one uncle served during peacetime, my other uncle served during the Iran war and after 9/11. As such, I always respect the services of those fighting for our Country; even if perhaps I don’t always agree with why or where our men and women are being sent.
This week’s question: Do you like being alone?
My answer: I consider myself an Ambivert. I enjoy socializing with friends, being around other people. But I equally enjoy being by myself, recharging my battery. It’s all really in what mood I’m in. Sometimes I enjoy being in a crowd, other times I hate it and want to be by myself.
What’s your answer?
This week’s baking and cooking: I made Grape Salad. It was good though really more of a dessert than a side salad. I also made Frosted Drop Cookies, which I don’t have pictures of as while the cookies turned out really well, the frosting didn’t. I also made Memorial Day Mint Chocolate Brownies. I baked and frosted those for a baking competition on Pinterest. This is my first one on Pinterest so I’ll see how it goes. It looks good and tastes delicious.
This week’s writing:
She crouched down under the blanket with her little brother, making certain they both stayed quiet. She peered through the slit she’d long since cut into the blanket, watching her mom and other adults. They peered through the windows, making certain to stay out of sight. They couldn’t be seen. They were all tired and if they were drawn into another fight, there was no guarantee they’d all make it out alive. She saw the other two blanket huddles remaining just as still. They’d all learned quickly the children had to stay quiet and still during the day when they weren’t on the move. It was a matter of life or death. Any that couldn’t follow the survival rules would be abandoned. She’d seen it happen too many times already.
This was all her little brother knew, as well as the two youngest children. She was old enough to remember the world the way it had been. At night, when it was safe to talk, she and the other three older children would sometimes talk about things they missed. Rarely, they’d talk about the dreams they’d had once. Dreams of what they wanted their future to be like, dreams of changing the world. Those dreams were useless now and they were all better off not speaking of them. Especially not to the adults nor to the little ones that had never had the chance to have dreams.
After all, what are you supposed to dream for when there are monsters outside your window?
© Paula Crofoot
Monday Motivation: Patriotism is supporting your country all the time, and your government when it deserves it. -Mark Twain
Writing Prompt: He could make anyone follow him anywhere.
My Book of the Week: I’m currently reading Morrigan’s Cross by Nora Roberts. It’s book one in the Circle Trilogy. I’ve found that I enjoy the trilogies better than the solo books. The single books are good, I just enjoy the longer and more in depth plotlines the trilogies bring more. I also enjoy the ones that have at least a hint of something supernatural or fantasia over those that are solely mundane. But that’s also what I enjoy writing and reading overall, along with some thriller and horror, so it doesn’t surprise me.
Music I’m listening to as I’m posting this: The Green Glens of Antrim: Various Artists-Pure Irish Air and Melodies.