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Previous Challenge Entry (Level 2 – Intermediate)
Topic: Whine (05/23/13)
“Easy Come, Easy Go”

It had started out to be a fun day. I took “Dickie Dingledorf”, my re-born baby doll, to the Center where we play Bingo. He charmed most everyone, frightened a few.

One gal blurted out that he is terribly ugly and if his eyes were closed he would appear to be quite dead.

Sigh.

I, incensed, took umbrage and tore after her like a mad mama lion.

(Actually, I went to her and told her I still loved her, even if she was a poor judge of baby dolls), and that he was adopted.

Whine.

Exhausted from the battle, I sulkily managed to lose every game of Bingo, fueling my smoking mood.

Whine.

Afterward I fled to the library computer and tried to print out a story I wrote about my precious little baby doll: “Dickie Dingledorf”, “Bingo” for short.

The printer refused to print.

Whine.

Returned home, fell on the bed for a three hour nap. Just this morning I increased my thyroid medication to 200 mg from 150 mg. Still falling asleep.

Whine.

Time to get up and get dinner started.

First thing, I must head for the head.

I simply flushed the toilet.

Horrified, I heard an odd sound, turned to watch the bowl fill to almost overflowing.

Whine.

Racing to the other bathroom for the plunger, I was brutally accosted with the sight of the wide white bowl awaiting its brand new toilet seat.

Whine.

My olfactory senses screamed, unpleasantly reminding me that Fifi’s litter box has been untended for several days.

Whine.

I usually attend to her desperate needs daily, but broke the toilet seat and am impatiently struggling to get the nut off.

Whine.

Returning to the first bathroom, I am unpleasantly aware that the flooding brown muck had not abated.

Whine.

Wildly I plunge and plunge and plunge.

Whine.

Did I mention I have to do this in my wheelchair?

Double whine.

Plunge, plunge and plunge;
whine, whine and whine.

My girlfriend calls for a chat.
Knowing our propensity for gab fests, I beg off.

Whine.

It would have been quite a sob spree.

By this time I am knee deep in, well, you know. My sister sweetly offers to help – I stare stupidly at her broken hand and just as sweetly scream she scram.

Whine.

The toilet is still overflowing.

I mindlessly run screaming to Mike, who cannot help me because of the excruciating pain of his Rheumatoid Arthritis.

Whine.

Time out.

This month has Elvis Presley movies – one each night in “the merry, merry month of May . . .”

My Mike is not enthralled with Elvis, and May is almost over.

I whine that I haven’t seen Elvis in years. Mike realizes that this is a good time to let me chill and watch “Easy Come, Easy Go”.

Mary proffers the Yellow Pages. I take gulping deep breaths and yield to the knowledge that I cannot solve every problem every time.

I call an emergency plumber, sit back and sigh, yielding to the Technicolor splendor of Elvis having difficulty communicating unless in full glorious song.

And then I am struck by the horrific realization that I have trouble communicating unless I am in full whine . . .

I should be praising God, not whining.

KJV Proverbs 30:7 “Two things have I required of thee; deny me them not before I die: 8 Remove far from me vanity and lies: give me neither poverty nor riches; feed me with food convenient for me: 9 Lest I be full, and deny thee, and say, Who is the LORD? or lest I be poor, and steal, and take the name of my God in vain.”

I fall prey to whining when I should be praying.

Please forgive me, sweet Lord, and keep me ever mindful that when life’s challenges bring me to my knees – I should remain there – in prayer.

It’s so easy to whine, complain, grouse and ignore God at such times. When sanity returns, I realize that Satan isn’t giving me these trials.

God wants me on my knees, trusting Him and giving Him the glory I was going to keep for myself.

Thank you Lord, for the pain caused by putting my trust in myself and not in You. Thank you for sending a plumber to save my sanity.

Now I can go potty . . .

KJV Lamentations 3:39 "Wherefore doth a living man complain, a man for the punishment of his sins?"
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Shann Hall-LochmannVanBennekom 
05/31/13
I enjoyed reading about a day in the life. You have a subtle sense of humor. I do wonder if I hadn't read the last story, the Dickie doll may have left me scratching my head. You have some fantastic showing verbs, though I'm not sure proffered was the exact verb you were searching for as it didn't quite seem to fit for me. I think of it more it as a proposal, though technically it does fit. I really liked how you included the prayer in this piece. I may have ended it with that and left off the last line. You did a nice job of writing on topic while delivering an important message. You did a delightful job with this devotion. I'm sure many will see themselves in this great piece.
C D Swanson 
05/31/13
I totally enjoyed this piece and I know that many others will as well. Great job.

God bless~
lynn gipson 
06/02/13
I found this original and very interesting to read. I enjoyed your style of writing very much, felt as though I was reading from a ladies magazine. The subtle humor left me smiling. Very well done.
Genia Gilbert
06/02/13
Great description of a day in the life of......with much reality in circumstances and reactions. It was fun and the ending prayer was a good finish.
Allison Egley 
06/03/13
Nice job with this.

My only suggestion would be to tweak the formatting a bit in one place:

I, incensed, took umbrage and tore after her like a mad mama lion.

(Actually, I went to her and told her I still loved her, even if she was a poor judge of baby dolls), and that he was adopted.

I would have combined the two paragraphs, gotten ride of the parenthesis, and made "and that he was adopted" it's own separate sentence.


Great job with this. I loved, and I think my own entry might be a paraphrase of the conversation she had with God, and the conversations that many of us have with God!