Screen Shot

tiny book

(Today’s prompt at Five Minute Friday is NOW. Here is my free write contribution.)

Now I am sitting at my desk, typing, trying to figure out how to compose a snapshot of this moment in words.

Ok, now–at this moment–I am writing. My husband is on a Google Meet with a fellow teacher discussing how seniors will be able to complete their Capstone projects this year with adjustments necessary because they won’t physically be in school this year. My daughter, a sophomore in high school, is finishing up her last class of the day. She misses her friends, but she’s resilient; she’s adjusting to the new norm. My middle child, a freshman in art school, finished his one and only “live” class an hour ago. The rest of his (extended) semester will involve completing assignments and checking in with professors periodically. My oldest son is at the pizza place where he works to provide take-out. It’s probably for his last day for a while, as his boss is furloughing some employees until the coronavirus pandemic subsides.

And me? Well, just like the rest of the substitute teachers in the world, I’m unemployed at the moment. That is not to say I’m not working. Since school began in the fall, I’ve been trying to figure out how to fit in time to write while subbing full-time and caring for a family. It would seem, at least that particular problem is solved. . .Now.

About Amy Nicholson

A busy wife and mother pausing to ponder the beauty and complexity of life and share it with words.
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2 Responses to Screen Shot

  1. Amy, you may want to check the link you let at FMF when I tried it it spun me back to my own WordPress homepage, rather than here. I got here by hovering the mouse over your title, seeing the adress come up on the bottom left corner of the screen, and mentally excising your blog address from what I saw there.

    So I’m here.

    The modern world has lost the plot
    of how it came to be,
    or perhaps it just forgot
    that isolation was they key
    to so much we hold in awe,
    grand achievements of the mind,
    revealed to writers, holy law,
    and inventors who would find
    the way to make a printing press,
    or construct a better lock,
    or, perhaps, manned flight address
    out at windswept Kitty Hawk.
    Perhaps our social banishment’s
    opportunity, not punishment.

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