Crazy shifts lately. Been working 8 day on- 1 day off intervals, and all my free time has been spent doing errands, laundry, and getting as much sleep as I can since I'm on rotation for nights/days/evenings. It's hard when your part-time and you agree to help out during school break.
Any stories I had in my head has seeped away, and I'm trying to dig them back out.
*picture is originally from http://ideaswu.blogspot.com/2011/03/amazing-chair-photography.html
04/27/2014 (Monday)- A Prized Possession
It was father’s favorite chair.
A worn leather recliner. The smell of cigarettes and stories read aloud still lingering, of sermons and shared confessions, of how lucky I am lectures.
Mother asked me to find someone who wanted it. A chair that doesn’t recline, the seat worn from use, and the tell-tale smell of age and mistakes. It’s been broken since he left.
I’ve tried to fix it, but there’s no helping if it doesn’t want to be fixed.
So I moved it to the garage along with his other prized possessions.
Just in case he comes back home