This week’s fun words: Struggle Blatherskite (a person given to voluble, empty talk. nonsense; blather.) Ephemera (anything short-lived or ephemeral. ephemera, items designed to be useful or important for only a short time, especially pamphlets, notices, tickets, etc.) Careless Addictive Nostrum (a medicine sold with false or exaggerated claims and with no demonstrable value; quack medicine. a scheme, theory, device, etc., especially one to remedy social or political ills; panacea. a medicine made by the person who recommends it. a patent medicine.) Terminate Rigor Mortis Notify Decide Concave Episodic
Mavis and Harvey struggled every night at bedtime. Mavis was the friskier of the two but it was Harvey who usually decided on the action for the night and tonight he was dog tired having today buried his long time mate Freddy Dagg.
Mavis and Harvey had been married a heck of a long time and Mavis after all those years was pretty sick of Harvey’s nocturnal activities. His constant snoring, his waking up, his getting out to toilet himself was wearing her out. She searched the Internet daily for some new nostrum that would knock her out and let her sleep oblivious to Harvey and his comings and goings, though as Mavis would muse there were more goings than comings.
So far everything had had an ephemeral effect on her.
Tonight she mused about the old days when she was addicted to Harvey like he was to beer. She couldn’t get enough of him and truth be told she still couldn’t.
The trouble was of course their episodic life style. On one minute off the next.
Mavis had thought of terminating the whole marriage but what was she to do. They had become careless over the years in expressing affection and no amount of blatherskiting from Mavis made a scrap of difference to Harvey.
It seemed so often that with Harvey rigor mortis had begun while he was still breathing. At least in his mind. Not a new thought entered it she was sure.
Right now she felt she should notify him of her desire to engage him in anything but the dullness that was their life but as she watched him in his concave position in the bed, his breathing fuelling each snore like a tornado about to hit, she knew that the days of love and affection in a physical sense were long gone. That he acknowledged her and asked if she wanted an early morning cuppa, like clockwork most days even when she was struggling to awaken after the interrupted night she had just had, that Harvey thought of her at all, was evidence that there was nothing ephemeral about him.