Five Minute Friday — Work

Happy Five Minute Friday!

The rules remain the same. Ponder the weekly prompt. Nothing too pithy, just honest as the words flow from the brain through the fingers. Keep it limited to five minutes {or so} with limited editing. Link at Kate’s place on Facebook at and sit back and enjoy other posts from other writers.

In fact, I’ve been using testimonials about the group and the exercise from other members as collected in Five Minute Friday: A Collection of Stories Written in Five Flat. This week’s it’s an anonymous post. I encourage you to listen to the words and visit Kate and her wonderful corps of writers … and maybe be inspired to join in!

“It all started with Lisa-Jo [Baker, the originator of Five Minute Friday] and when Kate was the new hostess, I wondered if my season for FMF was over. I stuck with it and I am so glad I did. I enjoy the Thursday night Twitter party and the challenge to say something in five minutes!”

I’ve approached this week’s prompt — WORK — with a little tongue in cheek, but nonetheless, the timer is set so it’s time to GO…

Thanks Adam. Thanks Eve. We toil from dawn to dusk (or dusk to dawn). We work for years on end. We work at real jobs. We work for pleasure (like gardens or exercise … not me, of course). We work, work, work.

Once upon a time, we were kids. We didn’t have to think about work. We thought about entertainment like pick up ball games with our friends or an afternoon at the local movie house. Alas and alack, we grew up and as our toys got more expensive — like our first car — the responsibilities started to add up and guess where we landed … in the workforce to keep gas in the tank to fuel our  entertainment.

Of course, then comes love and marriage and back to work to keep the lights on and the roof over our heads. And we all know how challenging the “real” work of keeping a happy, healthy, marriage alive is as well as keeping clothes on kids who grow an inch every day and food on the table for their never-ending friends.

One day, finally, you get to bid the workforce … STOP

… goodbye. But it quickly becomes a parade of volunteering, which means — you guessed it — more work.

This weekend, for example, I volunteered to babysit four of my grandchildren. End of day one. We got through it with just one overly dramatic scratch (the boo boo bandage sealed with duck tape), tried to keep a persnickety puppy from the ever-pawing paws of the littler grandkids (I don’t know how many times poor Angelina was locked in her kennel to escape), ate PB&J sandwiches on the picnic table outside before running around and playing for an hour or so, sat through I lost count at nine My Little Pony episodes, had burgers, fries and a salad for dinner and watched Paddington. It’s now bedtime, with the eldest fighting the youngest to go to sleep and the two middle one settling in to bunk with me in the living room, complete with forts and sleeping bags. UPDATE: Youngest has joined the party.

I even missed my afternoon nap!

Now, in all my years, I didn’t do a lot of manual labor, but I have to tell you THIS day’s work was exhausting! And I did have a little help (?) from the older ones.

One down. One and a half to go!

THOUGHT TO REMEMBER: Every problem has in it the seeds of its own solution. If you don’t have any problems, you don’t get any seeds. — Norman Vincent Peale

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I'm just an ordinary guy walking along the journey of life.
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2 Responses to Five Minute Friday — Work

  1. Loved this! You can draw such a lively and endearing picture with words. I am SO GLAD you are a part of FMF.

    Aside from the fact that we needed more testosterone there.


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