This post is in response to the prompt called Alphabet Soup.
To make the explanation short, it means that you have to use words from each letter of the alphabet in order to write a post. I hope this turns out ok, but I have no idea.
First job is to pick out the words. I am going to put the list of words in here as well. I hope that doesn’t bother anyone.
Enjoy the post and happy blogging fellow WordPress members.
Animal, Break, Coffee, Dog, Easter, Franc, Grandparents, Hive, Intervene, Job, Kill, Limp, Moon, Noon, Omen, Pool, Quiz, Relinquish, Swore, Television, Universe, Volts, Wolf, X-ray, Your, Zoo
In my family, Easter has never been a major deal. We don’t go to giant parties at the grandparent’s house, go on easter egg hunts, or are religious in a way that requires us to take part in activities on these days.
Generally, we spend our time doing other normal things that would make us avoid the fact that the day has even arrived. The adults would always talk about their job over a television show. The children would play with the animals that are in the house when the dog allowed it, and we all treated the day like any other.
The only break that kills the normality of our universe on Easter is the candy we receive each year. This can happen anytime from noon until when the moon rises at night. It depends on whenever the parents want to relinquish their ability to control their children while they struggle for candy.
By the end of the day, it has the parents wishing they could drop their kids off at the zoo, feed them to the wolves, or that it was summer allowing the kids to run their energy off in a pool. They want to do this while drinking coffee in order to stay awake long enough to arrive home in one piece.
All of the kids seem like a hive of creatures that no one wants to intervene in when they have a sugar rush. It would require an x-ray machine, with a high voltage, in order to find your own child in the sea of people.
It reminds me of a year I spent most of easter playing with my cat Franc, even with his slight limp, instead of talking to the other children surrounding me. I didn’t like being around others when I was that young and it caused me to want to be around my father and my cats instead.
Short Quiz (for discussion in the comments)
1. Have you ever swore you felt an omen, even on a holiday like easter, that made you scared to enjoy the day?
I apologize if the post was a little more random, but using all of those words was difficult for me. I only let myself pick the first word that came to mind that started with the letter.
Happy Blogging everyone.