“Strange how they leave me in here.  Why pink?   I don’t know.  I understand the shells.  There’s four inches of water in the tub.  I swirl the shells around.  Take the blue ones to make a geometric design.   Then take the top jar; take out a colored paper; copy my design; drop it in the bottom jar; put the top jar back.  Repeat, repeat, repeat…. I wonder why pink…. Swirling is soothing.  I’ve always liked geometry.  Back home I made figures on grids.  Drew figures in the sand.  I’ve always liked geometry.  I’ll do it again…. Why pink?  Don’t know.”


Thanks, Rochelle, for the 100 word prompt, and also thanks to Priva Bajpal for the picture.  Rather baffling this week.  Stretched my imagination.  😀



About oneta hayes

ABOUT ME Hello. To various folks I am Neat’nee, Mom, Grandma Neta, Gramma, Aunt Neta, Aunt Noni, Aunt Neno, and Aunt Neto (lots of varieties from little nieces and nephews). To some I’m more like “Didn’t you used to be my teacher?” or “Don’t I know you from someplace?” To you, perhaps, I am a Fellow Blogger. Not “fellow” like a male or a guy, but “fellow” like a companion or an adventurer. I would choose to be Grandma Blogger, and have you pull up a chair, my website before you, while I tell you of some days of yore. I have experienced life much differently than most of you. It was and is a good life. I hope to share nuggets of appreciation for those who have gone before me and those who come after me. By necessity you are among those who come after me and I will tell you of those who came before. Once upon a time in a little house on a prairie - oops, change that lest I commit plagiarism - and change that “house on the prairie” to “dugout on the prairie.” So my story begins...
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2 Responses to WHY PINK? DON’T KNOW…

  1. Dale says:

    Oh dear… that person is totally stuck in a loop…

    • oneta hayes says:

      I have no special training in this kind of situation, but experience seems to show that when a person goes into mental illness he/she focus on something they really like. That was my reason for the “geometric design” issue, but other things are so strange. I had a friend who was a building contractor. When he entered a stage of dementia, his wife said he liked to make his bed. He would make it nicely, undo it, and remake it, seemingly enjoying it. I thought the “bed-making” might be a form of “construction” for him. A more knowledgeable person might laugh at my musings regarding the issue.

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