I’ve got a line on a submissions call, so I thought I’d add elements of what they’re looking for into the prompts for this week. Something post-apocalyptic, but touching and meaningful.
Can you take it from there?

The girls and I ventured into an uncharted territory night before last, and we threw together a zucchini lasagna – we loved it. It was a much simpler recipe than what I’m posting below; we were out of pretty much everything but the zucchini and meat sauce. Still, this is basically the same recipe as my much loved regular lasagna, only with zucchini for noodles rather than pasta.

Slamming two weeks into one, since I missed last week after having an awesome post to put up. Think I can find it now? Think I can remember the bulk of it? Nope… I just remember the feeling of puffed-up pride as I was hitting the schedule button.
Yeah, now I think I dreamt it. Probably did. Or something.
I’ve been feeling very much like these guys lately. Like there is another part of my mind that kinda feels like a prisoner that just wants to break out and drive fast cars. …

Since I was off doing stuff and things at the hospital and for my mom, etc., I’m catching up on my Blog Circle posts now. Our fearless leader Keri posted the following for us to ponder back in June.

Hometown boy makes good, but not even local heroes can escape New Bedlam’s most twisted resident… and Tommy Johns, star pitcher for the New Bedlam Ravens, is certainly no exception.

Urgh, yes this week has been one of those, again. Too. Thankfully tomorrow marks the first of a new month, and the beginning of the last weekend that I’ll need to be wonky. It’s focus time, time to move ahead, away, and forward.
Without further excuses and maudlin musings, here’s the prompts for this week!

Missed all of last week, didn’t I? Again, things have been running together, and it seems like only yesterday I was prepping for Resurrection April (a WriYe challenge), and here it is rapidly approaching August.
I vaguely remember how insane things were when my Grandfather died. Grandma died so quickly after a few years of Alzheimer’s that there was no time to feel the slow/speedy movement of the minutes, hours and days. Limbo followed their deaths, due to family issues amongst their children. I stayed out of as much of it …