This was literally becoming a disaster, as I just wanted to enjoy a languorous day in bed. I was seeing my grandmother waving goodbye, but it must have been the clouds in my eyes, because she died eight years ago. My daughter told me that she did not need an antediluvian education, that she just wanted the teachers to leave her alone. My daughter bought me a lottery ticket for Father’s day and I imagine that she will feel entitled to a moiety of my winnings if it is lucky. In the past several years, I had gotten the beer of the month club, ugly ties, useless socks, deodorant, a can of WD40, but the worst gift that I ever got was that underwear designed for bladder leaks at night, as that was just plain embarrassing.
Inside my Father’s Day card my daughter enclosed a poem that she wrote about weeds, which went like this, “Nothing can exceed the beauty of a weed. A weed is simply a plant that just wants to grow, they should be our friends, not our foe. They are hearty and they can grow anywhere, they don’t really need much sun, rain or care. It is agreed that the weed will succeed even in a stampede!” When I finished reading her poem, I told her how much I enjoyed it and that I thought it was even better than the one that she wrote about the daisy and the one about the wolf.
Written Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie Sunday Writing Prompt – Teachers, for thehouseofbailey Destination Dreams Scotts Daily Prompt Gift, for Sheryl’s A New Daily Post Word Prompt: Languorous, for Daily Addictions by rogershipp prompt Disaster, for FOWC with Fandango – Literally, for Martha Kennedy Ragtag Community Antediluvian, for Teresa’s Haunted Wordsmith Three Things Challenge, where the three prompt words are “grandmother, daisy and wolf” and for Tales From the Mind of Kristian Word Prompt Moiety and for Swimmers the New Community Pool prompt – Clouds.