Tweet Tales Tuesday Week 211

So I spent the last several days with these two crazy kids. 
Crazy Brian and Remy
My brother got a puppy right after Christmas, and last week he had to go out of town for bit, so he asked me to come babysit my niece. I was thrilled to spend time with Remy, so I headed up the road to Columbia. Remy is so, so, so, so sweet. She’s a gangly, cuddly lovebug. She’s always excited to see you - even if you just disappeared for a quick pee break, she acts like you’ve been gone for months and that she has been pining away for you the whole time. Makes one feel appreciated. 
Jocelyn and Remy
Once my brother got home, I stayed a few more days with him. Okay, fine, I really wanted more puppy snuggles. But we all had fun. We ate some yummy food, played some Playstation games, and watched some cool things on Netflix. And of course fawned over Remy. It was a great visit, although I now have puppy fever, like, whoa! Best keep me away from animal shelter websites, or I might go on an adopting binge. 
15 Minute Tweet TalesNow it’s time for this week’s 15 Minute Tweet Tales word, and it’s totally fitting considering how much time I spent squeezing Remy over the last few days. 
gigil - an extreme urge to squeeze someone or something, usually because it's cute, but sometimes because it’s irritating (Filipino).
2/9 - When the babysitter sees the infant, gigil washes through her. Later, when the baby won't stop crying, she feels a scarier type of gigil. 
Play along and write a tweet tale for the above word. If you’re willing to share, post it on twitter with the hashtag #15tt or add it below in the comments because I’d love to read your tales. Any thoughts about this week's tweet tale or #15tt word?


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20170524 junda

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And then the curtains were dropped, the watcher retired a little out of sight, and everything was subdued into absolute stillness. Mrs. Damerel sat down noiselessly in the background, and covered her face with her hands, and wept silent tears, few and bitter. She had felt him to be hard upon her many a day; she had seen what was wanting in him; but he was her husband, the first love of her youth, and her heart was rent asunder by this separation. She had enough to think of besides, had she been able; she had poverty to face, and to bring up her children as best she could in a world which henceforward would not be kind and soft to them as it had been hitherto. Her soul was heavy with a consciousness of all that was before her; but, in the mean time, she had room for no distinct feeling except oneā€”that her husband, her love, was going to be taken from her. This tremendous parting, rending asunder of two lives that had been one, was more than enough to fill all her mind; she had room for nothing more.

And he slept, or thought he slept, floating out of the vague pain and wonder of his waking thoughts into strange, vague visions, dimmer still, and then back again to the fancies which were waking and not sleeping. There was a dim impression of painfulness in them, rather than pain itself; wonder, curiosity, and that strange sense of an absolute blank which makes the soul giddy and the brain swim. Sometimes his mind seemed to himself to wander, and he got astray somehow, and felt himself sinking in an unfathomable sea, or striving to make his way through some blackness of night, some thorny wood in which there was no path. I suppose he was asleep then; but even he himself scarcely knew.

When he woke it was evening, and the lamp, carefully shaded, had been lit at the other end of the room. He liked the light; and, when he stirred and spoke, the watchers made haste to draw back the curtains. The serene evening sky, full of soft tints of reflection from the sunset, with breaks of daffodil light melting into ineffable soft greenness and blueness, shone in through the uncurtained window which he liked to have left so, that he might see the sky. Rose and her mother were close by the bright circle made by the lamp, one of them preparing some drink for him, the other opening a new bottle of medicine which had just been sent. Though it was all so familiar to him, the fact that he was to go away so soon seemed to throw a strangeness over everything, and gave a bewildering novelty even to the figures he knew so well.

ppst 2017.8.21

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