Shades of the Day - Week One

For a little over a month now, I've been sending out 'good morning' text messages for those who wished to receive them. It started out as a single line of "good morning" to a few close friends, but on the day of our snowfall, the day was so overwhelmingly gray, I felt the urge to add some prose (or what I call, "prose crap.") This, of course, stirred the competitive nature within me to one-up myself for the prose of the next day. And so, what began as a horrible reason to write flamboyantly, has turned into the sunglasses saga, sticking to the theme of the very first one. I find it is useful for practicing my vocabulary skills and to experiment with different styles of prose. The list of just a handful who receive these messages has grown to over 25. If you wish to receive these 'good morning' texts (on some occassions 'good afternoon' and even a 'good evening' or two) then send me a note with your phone number, including area code, and I'll add you to the queue. Isn't unlimited text-ing great? Or... Just become a follower here and come check in daily. If you currently follow and wish to get off the list, just let me know. Thanks! And enjoy!

December 17th, 2008: Wednesday

Good morning on this gray wintery day. Need some sunshine? I'll smile for ya! :-) My sunglasses sit perched upon my dash reveling in the opportunity to watch the world go by unemcumbered by the act of being used. The bleak landscapes thrill them to no end.

December 18, 2008: Thursday

The morning sunlit glare off of snow-washed windshields forced me to don my vacationing sunglasses, much to their chagrin. It's time off did nothing to quell it's talent and skill for shading my eyes. I am grateful for such a loyal minion. :-) Good morning.

December 19, 2008: Friday

I'm starting to wonder if what I decide to spy upon during my trek to work is what I truly desire or what my sunglasses wish to view. (I watched a tamale vendor for far too long this morning, I almost missed the light.) And... I swear I heard, "Hrmph! Minion, indeed!" Good morning. I am working the BBC today.

December 20, 2008: Saturday

Since in such splendid repose- and in the knowledge that they were vigilant in their garrison throughout the night, I decided to forgo disturbing my friend thinking to myself that a little squinting wouldn't hurt me.

"Oh, yes it will," I imagined them saying and so quickly snatched them from the dash to relieve my forming wrinkles. Today is sabbat! Yay! Good morning.

December 21, 2008: Sunday

Today my shaded spectacles pull double-duty as hair band so that they may be available at a moments notice. Are all lights uncanilly bright after a late night sabbat? I wonder.

"Yes," is the reply from somewhere above me.

They would know.

Today is my sister's birthday! Good afternoon!

December 22, 2008: Monday

We will be inseperable for the week during daylight hours. Much shopping and searching to be done. Isn't this the best time of year? When "goodwill towards men" is the norm? When I smile at my fellow man, my glasses rise up on my cheeks in greeting as well. Good morning.

December 23, 2008: Tuesday

They must have witnessed great craziness this morning judging by the mess in the street. When questioned, my sunglasses held their secret. I placed them upon my eyes to see if the rapport we had developed was supernatural. Still... Nothing. You have to admire their fortitude. Good morning.