Trifextra: Week Eighty-Six

Having worked in the Hospitality Industry for many years, the number "Eighty-Six" brings thoughts of something that has been depleted. If the Mac-N-Cheez sells out, it is "86'd"...oops, the manager forgot to order Bloody Mary Mix!  Bloody Mary's: "86'd" .

I sure hope the title doesn't count in the word limitations, if so my entry will be....well, 86'd!

Visit your local Humane Society this weekend and give some love to all of the beautiful and hopeful creatures waiting for their forever. A smile and a pet, a pat and a coo, goes a long way for these guys! :))  Have yourselves pet-tastic weekend!

 

 

 

Dimensional Unidate: 03/20/2133

Materialization complete.

Land: Barren.

Life: Microbial.

Moisture: 3.3333%.

 

Dematerialization activated.

Materialization complete.

Land: 0%

Life: Abundant/Intelligent.

Moisture: 100%

 

Dematerialization activated.

Materialization complete.

Land: 29%

Moisture: 71%

Life: Abundant.

Blue skies.

Nuclear Activation.

 

Good-Bye.

Trifecta-Ninety-Five

My flight was a long one; thirteen hours, but I finally made it. Jet lag was nothing compared to the fruition of dreams I had about this moment, which soon would be at my foot.

Ireland was the land of lore, but I had done my research, oh yes I had! Greenland was the true spot where my dream had landed me. It was here that my pot of gold would be found. Not over some green pasture’s hill, next to the pub on Fancy Street, but stuck, for centuries, in the ice of this non-green land.

I prepared well. Every severe weather article of clothing adorned my warm-blooded body. My feet protected by the very best of boots. I was on a trek. A trek to find the true pot of gold. Misplaced, for my benefit, by James Hall, sent by Christian IV of Denmark, as an Expedition of greed. Mr. Hall, unknowingly found this secret stash and I knowingly found out about it.  

I utilized my pack to full capacity and off I went into the freezing beauty of my dreams. The spot of the coordinates would take three nights journey and four days hike.

All went well until the fourth days’ hike. I was so close, I could taste the metallic sugars. One leg went completely through the ice. I was stuck! I tried, in vain, to loosen myself, only to cause further damage when my second boot broke through the ice and sent my body, waist-high into the freezing grips of the ice. I used my ice pick as a frantic last resort, to pull my body from the glacier.

The cold was such as I cannot put into words in this diary. Whomever finds my gear should know, that the loot is but yards from where I will surely sleep my last sleep.

I can now feel my body shutting down. The frost-bite has been a welcomed companion in this end. Someone else will find my dream rainbow.    

Trifextra Eighty-Five

Trifectwritingchallenge.com weekend challenge is to use the apostrophe. With the kind of week I have had, I welcomed this, seemingly easy challenge.

I am posting now, just in case you don't want to read about it's inspiration, which follows my submission.


 

An hour’s passing minute’s slip carelessly o’er the enclosure of Pretty’s brief, but needed rest.

Her bluest eyes look as an ocean’s swirl full.

My hazel’s look hopeful, my voice’s calm brings relief.

It seems like this life thingy has really been pushing my emotions, self-endurance, strength and ability to accept thing the way they come, full with force. If it were not for these ever so important qualities I possess, I know not how I'd overcome some of the shit I have.

Who likes to read about depressing crap, when they too might be struggling with their own depression? The following story is the inspiration for my submission into this weekends challenge. I know, it is depressing, read on if you can handle it. I am only now coming to grips with the severity of the incident, myself.

So, our lease was up and we spent all of the prior week moving. Boxes, furniture, the normal stuff you do when you move. We worked especially hard one of the days and during our break, decided to move the sofa into it's place. An area rug needed to go under the sofa, so we lifted the sofa, placed the rug and set the sofa down.

We went on and continued doing what you continue doing while you're moving into a new place.

The love's of my life, my children, my family, are my 5 dogs. One, whose name is Pretty, is my baby. She sleeps, snuggled next to me, every single night, and has since she was weaned. She was missing! We noticed about 15 minutes after we moved the sofa. We searched every nick and cranny of the new place and couldn't find her. We searched the yard and didn't find her, but did find an area where, technically, she could jimmy herself through. 

I freaked out crying and calling her name, combing the several block radius near our house. We didn't find her. I was heart-broken.

As I was composing a posting for Craigslist under the 'lost and found' section, I heard a whimpering coming from under the sofa. It was she!

We lifted the sofa and she came out wagging her tail and happy. It seemed like she must have gotten lucky and been trapped at the right spot under the sofa, where it is hollow, with a thin covering at the bottom. I was relieved!

We went to sleep and awoke to find a terrible outcome. Pretty was dragging her back legs behind her. I rushed her to the ER and it was found that a disc in her spine had slipped and was pinching her spinal cord causing paralysis. As you can imagine, my reaction was one a parent might have after finding out that their daughter had been paralyzed in a car accident.

There is a surgery that can be performed, but the numbers for success are low, as are the numbers of my bank account. We do have a 50/50 chance that she will regain mobility. Through rest, medication and expelling urine from her bladder, which I do myself, she has a chance.

She has been ordered to remain in her crate so she can't try to move. It is disheartening to see her in there, alone and scared. I have been at her side during the whole time and am keeping as positive of an attitude that I can on her complete recovery. I am also quite aware of the lifestyle change we will go through if she remains unable to move.

We have been blessed by a complete stranger for a wheelchair, free of charge, should she need one. I have been overwhelmed by the human kindness and compassion of everyone involved in this ordeal.

Either way, Pretty will be ok.Thank you for reading this mini-novel, I just felt moved to include it with my entry.

Mask Ninety-Four

I ordered the product, in hopes of hiding ravages of time from my face. My wrinkles, sun spots and moles were holding youth from me. I felt twenty-something, but looked eighty-something. I am eighty-three.

I ordered the speedy delivery plan and received it three days later.

“Dr. Yung’s Lotion”

I used my magnifier to read the small print. I wanted to make sure I used this cream exactly as I should.

The cream’s packaging looked very much like a toothpaste tube. I was to use the full contents of the tube. It was to be applied, thickly, to my face and neck. I left the cream on my face, as per the instructions and went to bed.

The next morning I awoke to find a mask of blue, clinging to my face. The direction given was to gently peel off the product, careful to keep the mask as a whole. It could be reapplied later onto the face for added benefits. What I found, after I peeled it off was nothing more than magic!

My face was soft and radiant and had the glow I longed to have for so, so long. The cream worked! I truly looked fifty years younger.

I was beside myself with happiness. I pulled myself a nice bubbly bath for a hot soak in the tub. I took off my robe and lifted away my nightgown. I was petrified by what my eyes beheld.  Indeed, my face had changed, but the sagging skin of my old body remained. As a naked woman, I looked monstrous!

I quickly called the 800 number and ordered a half-dozen more tubes, with expedited delivery, of course. For the full-monty.

It was delivered. I used the product on my body, ignoring the warning not to do such a thing. As before, I awoke to find a blue body suit. I carefully removed and placed it, safely, in my fur vault.

Who says an old broad can’t have her very own “Wonder Woman” suit?

Grace

Most life perished upon impact.  Original sequenced descendants of first planetary life were sole survivors. They’d been conditioned to join. Each would bring special traits to the colony. Several groups from various parts of the globe remained. Each with Guardian. They were yet to be familiarized with the nature of a different kind.

The train’s first three cars were completely destroyed when the plan carried through. The second car from the end, ours. Three survivors. The tunnel caved on either side. Escape was impossible.

Jackie, a musician, carried with her a tattered and beat-up acoustic guitar. After considering the situation, she strummed a tune from joyous strings.  Her face shown no ill emotion, only serenity. Her music was a relaxing element for uptake and a necessary portion of the plan. She would bring art.

Juanita was an older Hispanic woman. Her devotion and religious nature was crucial. Descendants began the enlightened experiment. Her survival would bring with it emotions, of which, our species hasn’t. Through her strong faith, she prayed and fondled her rosary, kissing it and finding solace. Her tear-stained face was one of love and devotion.

Professor of Mathematics, Chung, survived a long family history of such wisdom. It was from this chain, much scientific and cosmic technologies came. Earlier today, he spoke at a MENSA convention, also initiated within the plan. He paced the hallway of wreckage, thinking.

I blended well with humans and lived for thirty-three years undetected. I studied their diverse cultures, societal characteristics and weaknesses. I take with me grace and information.

I introduced myself to the trio through their newfound ability. Explanations far too advanced for the spoken word.

Quantum cellular transport followed the instruction. I was to be encircled with clasped hands. It would initiate the transfer. The energy’s light was the brightest any of them had seen.

 Juanita’s words joined the transformation, “Hail Mary, Full of Grace, the Lord is with thee.”

And the Lord was within us, each one.

Dematerialization, instantaneous. Re-manifestation, beyond.