You’ve being exiled to a private island, and your captors will only supply you with five foods. What do you pick?
That is exactly how I’m feeling these days; like I’m living in a private island. Winter continues it’s annoying ways; it’s extremely cold and the snow is thigh deep anywhere I haven’t shovelling or stomped a pathway through.
The stomped pathway is to the bird feeder which is a table. I gave up on bird feeders the first year here when raccoons destroyed them. Squirrels are my friends, too, my totem animal, so they are provided with corn and a few peanuts for a treat. These are my companions in my little island dug out of the snow.
Even though ‘having a job’ is keeping my sanity right now; they are also my captors. Yesterday was my only day off in a run of 9 days when two weekly schedules collided in a explosion of ‘hours’. Thankfully, I’m on 5:00 to 9:00 tonight so I almost have today off.
(I was just writing on crazily,
braggingcomplaining about all my hard work and isolation when I remembered the point and deleted my meanderings.)
My captors provide me with the five foods I need to sustain me in this isolated island that is my home. (At least I work in a grocery store!)
- Potato Chips
- Chocolate bars
In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Five a Day.”