Chatterbox: Passing the Time

Good afternoon, my dear blog readers.  I hope you are all enjoying your Sunday afternoon.  Today I'm going to be participating for the first time in Chatterbox, a linkup hosted by Rachel over at The Inkpen Authoress.  (Go check out her blog-- it's really cool!)

 

This month's theme is:

 

Passing the Time

 

Sometimes the wheel of time turns slowly.  Other times it winds on and on without stopping to let you catch your breath.  Today was one of those slow days, where the seconds seem hours and the hours seemed years.

 

"I'm cold, Jacob,"  whined Tessa.  Her brother looked at her in disdain.

 

"Cold?  Haven't you heard?  Hell's frozen over, and now we're living in it.  We're snowed in, dummy, and now the power's out.  There's nothing to do."

 

"Be quiet, Jacob."  Great-Aunt Eliza was rocking rhythmically back in forth in her wooden chair.  Her knitting needles clicked in time, slowly forging a large pea-green sweater to match her knitted cap and socks.  "If you can't say an'thing nice, don't--"

 

"Say anything at all," finished Tessa.  She stuck her tongue out at Jacob.

 

"That's right."

 

"Stupid," muttered Jacob.  At nine, he was anything but a gentleman.

 

"You children are obviously bored.  What should we do to pass the time?  Maybes you'd like t' go and shovel the walk again--"

 

"No, Aunt Eliza," said Jacob quickly.  "Please."

 

"Or maybe you'd like to hear the story of the time I went to Europe and saw the Eiffel Tower and London Bridge--"

 

"I believe you looked up at the Eiffel Tower and knit,"  Jacob said into his glass of milk.

 

"I may be nearly blind, but my hearing's just fine." said Great-Aunt Eliza.  "And I can still arrange for you to shovel snow."

 

"That's all right, Aunt Eliza," said Tess.  "Jacob would love to hear your story, wouldn't he?"

 

Jacob was silent.

 

"I don't know, would he?  He seems very eager to pass the time shoveling snow."  The elderly woman's fingers never stopped driving the knitting needles back and forth.  They were like the wheels of time itself:  they never stopped moving.

 

"Sure," he said.  "All I know is, Mom and Dad better be back soon."

 

"I don't think there's much chance of that," Aunt Eliza prophesied, gazing wisely out the window.  "Now, we set out in the spring of '48--"

 

 

 

 

Also!  A couple quick updates:

 

+From now on I'll be posting about every other day.  And probably once a day on the weekends.  No more tardy posts for me!

 

+Things are about to change up in my little corner of the blogosphere!  I'm super excited about getting a new design. :D

 

+I've been thinking about getting an Instagram... what do y'all think?