Everyday Canvas

Weekend and Twice Upon a Time

For "Blog City Prompt Forum" 
Prompt: What are your plans for the weekend?

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I don’t have specific plans for anything. I have usually a general idea, though.

This weekend, it will be a little of this and a little of that. Those little things mean reading, probably writing a review, a book review, fooling around on the web--on WdC and possibly on YouTube, some housework, a bit of cooking and gardening, and maybe a trip to buy groceries.

I can’t do much else with this Covid19 thing going on. Our governor is opening up stuff a bit prematurely, I think, because the cases are rising and not ebbing in our area. So, I try to go out as few times as I can. Plus, who wants to look like a bandit with the mask on, meaning to hold up people and stores?

But my not making extensive plans is not only for this situation, though. It is my lifetime habit. I usually have an inkling of what I’ll do, but that is not cut in stone, either. This is because anytime I made a decent plan in my life, all those plans were aborted by the “fickle finger of fate.” Being wary of that finger, I am trying to keep my old self free from disappointment.

For: "Space Blog Group" 

Today’s prompt comes from lezismore-moreislez
The planet is "100 words in a story processor " 
The prompt is “Twice upon a time?” I exclaimed.

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Twice upon a time? Well, I think that is what God or Creation or Fate does when we don’t learn what we need to learn. It is like repeating a year in school, which Thank God, never happened to me. I think if it did, I’d die of self-recrimination.

On the other hand, there is one twice-upon-a-time puzzle in my life that I am unable to solve. I live in the hurricane zone; in fact, in an area which is most likely to get hit according to those who study the weather stuff. In 2004, our city was hit twice by two hurricanes, named Frances and Jeanne. Actually, in that year, our state was hit by four hurricanes: Charley, Frances, Ivan, and Jeanne. But the two that came directly on us took us by two weeks apart. Frances was the worst because it lasted 36 hours. Then, two weeks later we got Jeanne, a much stronger hurricane, but it lasted about six hours and grounded what was left standing, which in our case, meant the porch area and an out building. Luckily, nothing happened to the main house except some surface getting dirtied up.

Now, what was it that those two hurricanes were trying to teach us? I still haven’t figured that one out, yet.

All of us who went through those hurricanes never left the area, and each summer with the end of June, the hurricane season starts to end in mid-November. Maybe we Floridians are all daredevils, and maybe the entire humankind is a fearless one since more and more people are migrating here from all over the country. Go figure!