Day 151; Footnotes of Where Do You Run To?

 Today, I did the good daughter thing, I got mom out of the house for a little while. We went shopping but from the looks of the shelves in a couple of the stores we went into, there wasn’t a great deal of things to shop for. They were trying to get shelves stocked, but seemed to be in need of help getting that accomplished. So mom and I made a lap around and headed for the car. We then just went on down to the bog box store and got what we needed from there. Back at the house I put the bag of frozen fruit I had purchased away. I had some, but looking at a best use by date that was six years ago, I figured I’d just toss that and start again. 

A few hours later my son was working on a project and yep, we needed to go to the big box store. Well, he did, I just tagged along. I walked with him for a few minutes until I got bored and wandered off. He found me, then he wandered off. But he did tell me where he was going so finding him wasn’t a challenge. Back home with the stuff he needed I left him to his project challenge and went inside.

 I prepared a quick supper and let him know it was ready. I came back in here just in time to hear someone across the way shooting off fireworks. Not the stuff that you buy in the big box store, this was the good stuff. This stuff shook my house. Well, not quite but didn’t miss it by much. My dogs both went into full panic mode. Bella was already in the house, but I called Molly quickly. They didn’t know where to go, where to hide, whether to go back outside or stay inside even trying to get under my desk. At one point i had to call my son in here to help me, they were that afraid. In the process he informed me that not only were the dogs afraid, so was the cat. She had hold of him and wasn’t letting go. This went on for a good thirty minutes plus. I kept waiting to see the woods behind the house ablaze. Thankfully that didn’t happen.

 After eating it dawned on me. Today is the last day of the month, and I haven’t decided on prompt words for June. I like having those ready even though I don’t always use them. So I made a quick trip down the rabbit hole, found a site with a list of prompts that will work and now have that taken care of nicely. I’ll probably do a better or at least a more detailed search into one word prompts later.

 For now, the dogs are calm, the world is again quiet, the meal is out of the way and my son seems to be finished with his project of the night. Considering this evening, its a good feeling that the critters here know who to go to when they are afraid. Bella and Molly both were right at my side, trying to get under the desk in front of me, just wanting close. The cat had hold of my son’s chest and you couldn’t have pride her off with a crowbar. I hope I never find myself in a position where I am afraid, but if I do, I hope I remember right off where to run.  I know in whom I trust, in whom my faith rests.

About rebecca s revels

A writer, a photographer, a cancer survivor. An adventurer of the mild kind, a lover of the simple pleasures such as long walks and chocolate. A Christian unashamed of my faith and a friend who is dependable and will encourage readily. Author of three self published books with more waiting to find their way to paper. An advocate of good things, a fighter against wrongs.
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12 Responses to Day 151; Footnotes of Where Do You Run To?

  1. That rose! It is perfection! What a gorgeous photograph! You are so talented! I am so very sorry that neighbors were being unthoughtful. I do hope your fur babies are feeling safer now.

    • Thank you my friend. When I bought that rose for mom, I decided I wanted one the same color but when I went back, all of those were sold and I haven’t seen it since. Go figure right? As far as the fireworks, while I wasn’t expecting last night’s event, it really isn’t that unusual when you live in this area. Rednecks and all ya know 😉

      • Arg….I am still traumatized by the 4th of July celebrations in rural Minnesota. Salt of the earth kinda folk for the most part, but my gosh…fireworks and gun shots.What a shame there were none of those roses left! The color is amazing!

      • I can ignore it for the most part, as long as I know my dogs are safe. It does bother me because I know that mom and or dad have to be up with their dog for the duration. One that can and has lasted until past one in the morning. Then it gets annoying.

      • I never quite got used to people having guns, and I think that is the problem!

      • I can understand that.

      • I mostly try and ignore these celebrations nowadays, it is the animals I feel most sorry for!

      • At the first sound of gunshots or fireworks my dogs come to the door crying. I immediately let them inside. Now since I’m never gone long, when I get ready to leave, I bring them both inside so I know they are safe. Fear can cause an animal to do irrational things.

  2. Irene Melgoza says:

    Poor pups. I don’t mind hearing fireworks, but when people start since as early as April…yup…that’s the case here. It’s so annoying. And ditto the above comment….that is one gorgeous photo!

    • Thank you Irene. Thankfully last night it was only the one who decided the neighborhood needed a pyrotechnic show. During days such as the fourth, or New Year’s it sounds similar to a war zone with so many being fired off. But I prepare for them, I wasn’t expecting last night’s event. And thank you, the rose is mom’s and it really showed out this year.

  3. ChallEngEr says:

    Beautiful rose.i enjoyed the calmness and peace in your writing.have a great day💕

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