Writing prompt for today is pin cushion. Two words, like that. I always thought it was one.

I guess if you’ve ever seen an allergist, you’ve felt like a pin cushion. Don’t they jab and scrape you with little needles? I don’t know; I’ve never been. I’ve often felt like I needed to. I tell you, though, my doctor sure don’t care to draw blood. And I don’t give it up easily; they always have trouble hitting a vein. So they make a pincushion out of me. They feel bad about it, though, so that helps. And I make them nervous because I tend to pass out if they talk about how my veins roll or hide or any number of circus tricks. I swear I drink all the water for twelve hours before, and no alcohol. I’m just a crappy veins person. But once they hit it, I’m a free bleeder. One of my doctors told me once that was because of my Irish heritage.

I’m sitting on my porch, feeling every inch my age, with my glass of red and my Nora Roberts book. Oh well. I am who I am. I rarely read Nora Roberts…this is Dark Witch; I checked it out for Halloween. It’s set in Ireland so it appealed to me.

It feels so late! But it would still only be 8:00 on “old” time. I had been cleaning on Friday afternoons, but I find it difficult to clean when it’s dark outside. So I guess I’ll leave that for tomorrow, after coffee.

It’s a nice night. I’ve had to get my quilt, though. If it wasn’t for spiders and slitheries, I might sleep in my hammock. I wonder if I could without falling out. Doubtful.

Three day weekend, three bottles of wine. No coincidence, but poor planning, since I already started and it’s merely Friday. Oh well. I’ll prolly go see JA at some point, and he’ll keep me in beer.

I will tell you, it’s hitting a little different on this “new” time. Oh well. I’ve got nowhere to be, no responsibilities for a change. I could go tear down Pigeon Forge’s displays tomorrow, but I already know I won’t. It ain’t worth the drive and aggravation. But it’s like I told Kay, it’s nice to know I’ve got a job. ♥️ it’s been a long week. I deserve this.

What do y’all wanna hear about? Don’t email it; I have no idea how to check this account. Well, that’s a bit of a fib. I have it written down, somewhere, but no desire to look it up or do it. Just text me.

So I posed the question to Angela tonight, what books would she take on a desert island? Mine are, of course, Gone With the Wind, Ocean at the End of the Lane, and Lonesome Dove. I’m sorry to say the Bible would come in fourth. She said she grew up staying active and wasn’t much of a reader, so she missed out. I will never miss an opportunity to recommend Peter Pan, any Mark Twain, and Catcher in the Rye, although my ex-husband hated it. He was wrong about a lot of things. She said her first series was Mitford, and it was comforting. I get that, but I hate she was ahead of Babysitter’s Club and Saddle Club. Those saw me through some long summers.

I have come to the end of the bottle, and it is now an acceptable bedtime. What a relief! Goodnight.

Love from Appalachia,

~Amy