It Will End Again In Moonlit Song

Here is the edge of my very rustic screened-in porch. I can't wait until I get to start using it. The girls and I found some really nice chairs for it.

Ooooh, kids. I can't believe how damn fast this week went. It was so much better than last week and I got some sweet, beautiful alone time and I'm reading a good book and finally back into the swing of working on my house again. I must have been a little burnt-out and felt overwhelmed for a few weeks there, but now I feel refreshed and I'm trudging right along again. I can always tell when I'm back in the game when I start obsessively making lists. Maybe planning is a sign of being hopeful for me. Hmmmm.

Anyway, this weekend I have crazy to-do lists and to-buy lists and to-research lists and to-work-out lists. It's hard to believe, but the forecast calls for it to actually get above 30 degrees this weekend. I'm planning to run the next three days and hopefully start riding my bike to work as much as possible starting Monday. So far, tomorrow night I was thinking I'd stop at the Co-op on my way home from work and buy a nice, affordable bottle of wine. I'll run and then do a little, quick work on the cupboards and then either read or watch a movie and drink some of that bottle of wine. Saturday will be more work on the cupboards, recycling, a little shopping for hot water heaters, some biking gear and finally replacing those glasses that were broken when that stupid trashy girl punched Stinky a while back. I'm sure I'll go out on Saturday night for a bit...We'll see how tired I am and how long I last.

Now. I promised to do this writing prompt and I'm finally going to do it. Mrs. Big hairy Woman started this with the first paragraph, tagged the Alien and he tagged me. So, here are their first two paragraphs and my third one added on. I'm also tagging Eclectic Tara for the 4th one. Have at it:

The first paragraph:
"The sun was edging on the horizon, peaking through silver slits of clouds. She sat there watching, waiting for the end of days. On this day she had wished for a fresh new start. Oblivious to what was really happening to her. She couldn't shake that feeling of being watched. She didn't know who or why, but she felt it."

Alien's Paragraph:

She looked over her shoulder, but saw nobody there. The feeling stayed with her as she got up and start to walk back toward the house. A rustling in the bushes caught her attention as she nervously peered in, squinting to see who or what was there. A squirrel ran out and toward the large oak tree. She jumped, but knew that wasn't what made the noise. She looked in again and said in a low-pitched squeak, "Hello?"

My Paragraph:

There was no reply. She didn't really think she'd get one, but it was worth a shot. The only way to really know what was back there, was to suck it up and take a second, better look. This time, she carefully separated the branches to be able to see better in the back of the bushes. At first it just looked like a large rock, but then she saw the two thin arms, bent and reaching up to cover his head. It was a young boy, curled up in the fetal position, and trying to make himself disappear.

Okay. Have fun with that Tara and to all the rest of you, have a great weekend and let me know what you plan on doing with it.