This is week 62 of the Saturday Wordzzle challenge. Anyone new to the process can refer back here to find out how it works. I'm looking for some word suggestions if anybody wants to send some.
The words for this week's ten word challenge were: gentle spring rain, mammoth, soap opera, worry, bubble gum, garden gate, seizure, of Biblical proportions, paralysis, wrinkles Mini Challenge: operatic, stuffed animals, anger management, biographical, paint splatters
My 10 word offering:
Following the mammoth seizure which had led to her paralysis, Myrtle Mimsy took her pleasure where she could. On sunny Spring days, her health care worker would wheel her to the garden gate where she would sit and enjoy the beauty of the flowers and a soft breeze. Occasionally, she'd take with her a large basket of bubble gum and after popping a piece into her own mouth, would pass it out to children and adults as they passed by. Sometimes she'd have bubble blowing contests with the children. This year the weather had been bad and she had been reduced (though she secretly enjoyed them) to endless hours watching endless hours of soap opearas. Although today there was a gentle Spring rain, it had been raining on and off constantly for weeks and weeks and she feared not just flooding but flooding of Biblical proportions. All this worry will give me wrinkles she mused, and it won't stop the floods if they do come. I do miss giving the kids their bubble gum. Maybe it's time to throw a party and take everyone's mind off this weather for a while. "Matilda," she sang out. "Come along. We have a party to plan."
Although Floretta Fiandoche was often sweet as the stuffed animals she collected, when she lost her temper it was operatic and dramatic in the extreme. This had gotten her into a bit of trouble at home and at the office and now she was being forced to take this stupid anger management course. It really pissed her off and she was simmering with anger as she did the stupid paint splatter exercise that was supposed to help her express her feelings in a healthy way. The biographical information her husband had shown her on this half-witted psychiastrist had not mentioned that she was an IDIOT! Just wait until she got out of here. There was going to be more than paint splattering, she thought to herself as she tossed another wad of red ink at the thickly dripping canvas. Watching through the two way mirror, the aformentioned psychiatrist shook her head and sighed. This one was not going to be easy.
Looking at the paint splatters with which 3-year-old Timmy had managed to cover the walls, his stuffed animals and a number of assorted toys like a not-so-gentle Spring rain, Jennifer was really glad that she had worked on dealing with anger management. It was amazing that a child who looked as sweet and innocent as Tim could wreak a kind of havoc of Biblical proportions so seemingly effortlessly... and with such devastating regularity and such incredible speed. It wasn't as though she was careless either... she was a woman who never left the garden gate open, who kept as steady an eye as possible on her creative young son. Her husband always teased her that Worry was her middle name. He didn't have to live the soap opera that was life with this particular child. Tammy, who was now 10, had been a dream of sweetness and good behavior. She had created none of these mammoth operatic crises that Tim managed to pull of on a daily basis no matter how closely she watched over him. About the worst Tammy had ever done was to get bubble gum in her hair. In the diaries of biographical memories she was keeping for both of her children, Tammy had only three or four pages of "stories" even though she was now 10, while Timmy's misadventures had already filled up two volumes, added wrinkles to her once youthful face and left her near paralysis with terror on occasion and - in situations like today's mayhem - on the edge of a seizure with anger and frustration. One thing that conforted her, though, was that as a writer, she figured she had a pretty entertaining book in the making based on Timmy's bad behavior. Her tentative title was Surviving Timmy. If it sold, she figured it would pay for his college and her own therapy.
Next Week's Ten Word Challenge will be: Green goddess, shampoo, filibuster, please and thank you, Operation Marigold, throw pillows, up the creek without a paddle, spandex, ubiquitous, wedding ring,
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