Single Shot Monday… E of A to Z Challenge

True Confessions ~

Sometimes, Monday mornings look like this. This may be one of those Monday mornings.

I’m not saying it is.

But I’m not saying it isn’t.

I’m beginning to dream the alphabet for the A to Z Challenge.

Last night, I dreamt I was out in the back garden taking a click for the letter G.

Hahahaha. WordPress doesn’t like “dreamt”. Too bad, WP. Cackle.

Yeah. I cackle on Mondays. A lot.

Last night, I dreamt I was out in the back garden taking a click for the letter G.

Only, it wasn’t my back garden. It was my neighbor’s.

And the fence was so high, I couldn’t see over it. And there was no gate.

How did I get there?

Did I get there on a plane? Did I ride a choo-choo train?

Hey. It was a dream. Could’ve.

And I was in my jammies. Barefooted.

Good thing they were the good jammies. They had buttons and working elastic and everything.

This worries me a teeny bit.

We’re only at the letter E.

What’s going to happen when we get to P?

Will I be on a plane in my pj’s with a Pentax? If I am, will it be a purple Pentax?

What about Zed?

Best not contemplate Zed.

It’s all feeling kinda Dr. Seuss-y to me.

Moving right along.



adj: lasting, durable ~ Merriam Webster’s Collegiate Dictionary, 10th ed.

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Back in September of 2013, we took a little road trip. We were road-trippin’, baby!

I call it a roadmance. Romancing the road. You’ll find a link to this category just below the bloggity header image.

We roadmance a lot. But not as much as I’d like to.

Are you a road-tripper? Tell me.

Back to Maine.

We spent several days in Bar Harbor, Maine.

And while on a nature cruise, I took this shot — among many — of the indigenous rock face.

It is the very essence of enduring. The epitome. The embodiment.

Somebody, stop me now.

Single Shot Monday is a regular post here on Elen Grey.

And Monday is in the house.

Git. To. Work.


4 thoughts on “Single Shot Monday… E of A to Z Challenge

  1. I may soon be dreaming similarly I fear…

    And, just to annoy your WordPress, an inprovised little poem on the topic:

    I dreamt about things burnt, money earnt, and lessons learnt.
    Odours smelt, places dwelt, and hassocks onwardly knelt.
    Loans lent, leaps leapt, and finally — ahem — breakages ment.

    British spelling of passive participles FTW.

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