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Six Sentence Story: Range

I'm joining in again with Six Sentence Stories.  This week's prompt: range.


There's one in every bunch, or so the saying goes, and she was no exception.  While the others had long ago learned to sit quietly, or at the very most, to grumble occasionally, she became more and more irritated, until finally, she couldn't stand it any more.  Years of built-up tension finally got the better of her.  That Sunday morning in May, she had had it.  She started shaking violently, and then she blew her top.  No one would accuse Mt. St. Helens (in the Cascade mountain range) of being dormant!

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Thanks for nature, even when she is extreme.

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  1. I was in Japan when she blew her top, but my mom said some of the ash fell in central Wyoming.

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  2. Ha, Kristi. I was sure you were speaking about a student or an angry person. Were you living close by?

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    1. I was in Oregon, and I remember ash falling.

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  3. HA! Nice interpretation! I like it.

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  4. Once a volcano always a volcano waiting for its chance to frighten the hell out of us and itself.

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    1. That's true. I'm just glad it was Mt. St. Helens, and not Mt. Rainier!

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  5. really? (the ash… tough to imagine, have seen the photos and such, but we don't have anything like mountains in southern New England, so nothing to relate it to)…. What was cool, was how relatively not long a time it took of the ecosystem to begin to recover.

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    1. Yes, winds carried the ash all over the place. Years later, John and I lived in Washington not too far from Mt. St. Helens, and planting a garden was interesting--the soil was comprised of the typical clay, along with inches of sandy ash!

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  6. Awesome! I didnt expect this one! Nice going! Nice to see you at the hop! HOW are you? Hope all is well... I was thinking about Willow and wondering how she is doing in her new job?

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    1. Thanks! All is well, just busy with real life and still-quite-young Deedee. (She goes to Donna, the other co-raiser, today, and I will hurry and try to get some things done around here!)
      The client Willow is matched with had a scheduling conflict, so Willow is still waiting to begin her in-home training with that person. I imagine it will probably be after Christmas sometime. I will definitely announce when she officially graduates!

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  7. Ha! Didn't expect that one but it definitely worked!

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  8. I think you got us all! I wasn't expecting Mr. St. Helen! Good story Kristi!

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