Writers: A Challenge

“Summertime” in Three Words

Something new this year; a filled pool, ready for swimmers. Photo Credit: Tremaine L. Loadholt

For us here in the United States of America, it’s summertime and in various states within this nation, temperatures are on the rise. Summertime, although a season I’d rather do without, gifts us with a ton of fun to be had.

When summer comes to your area/country, what do you like to do most? What do you love most about summer? What do you hate most about it? Please share your thoughts on summer using three words only.

Here’s mine:

traveling without
restrictions

I truly miss doing the above and I hope one day soon, I’ll be able to get back to my travels without worry and wonder and being far too concerned with rising Coronavirus cases, but mostly — I just want the world to be safe again from this virus. Writers, you are a creative bunch and I’d love to see what you can do with this topic using three words only. So, the challenge? Tell me about your summer experiences; likes & dislikes in just three words.

Let’s have some fun and please, bring it!


Music? Jazzy Jeff and The Fresh Prince, Summertime:

Writers: A Challenge

Reminisce (Three Words Only)

My kid brother moved to Seattle, Washington this past May. He is the youngest boy of our mighty seven and one who lived with me for three years and remained in North Carolina for five years after that. To say I miss the kid is a major understatement. I am ten years older than him — he was eight when I left for college and confessed to me when he was about twenty years old that he felt his “mother” was leaving him. I carried that with me for a long while but had to remind him — although I was significantly older, I was not his mother — am not his mother — he has one. We have one.

I thought of our connection this morning and it sparked this challenge. Using three words only, give me a snippet of a memory — any memory that sends you sailing down the nostalgic rabbit hole.

Here’s mine:

estivating — no . . .
permanence.

He isn’t just visiting somewhere for the summer, he has ventured to make Washington his home — at least for now. I am planning on visiting him sometime next year.

Now, it’s your turn . . . Writers, let’s get creative! Reminisce, but use three words only. Please, bring it!


And yes, a bit of music: They Reminisce Over You (T.R.O.Y.) Pete Rock & CL Smooth

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3 Words: Getting Older (Jernee)

Jernee Girl, sitting pretty as always.


Overactive bladder

nightmares


Jernee is eleven years old now, almost twelve. Her bladder, as expected, does not hold liquids as long as it used to. Thus, I make trips home during my lunch break, wake up in the middle of the night to take her out, and have resorted to putting “puppy pads” down once again to help my baby girl if I know I am going to be away from home much longer than expected. This is what aging is all about, eh?