Jill Weatherholt

Pursuing a Passion for Writing


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An Unexpected Visitor

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It was early in the morning, five o’clock, to be exact. I was in our bonus room, doing some work on my laptop, before heading off to my day job.

The house was still, Derek was sleeping. The silence suddenly interrupted, when I heard a very loud noise coming from a guest bathroom. It was a noise like nothing I’d ever heard.

When it stopped, I walked toward the bathroom and poked my head through the doorway, and then opened the linen closet…nothing. What in the world was that noise, I wondered. It reminded me of the sound effects from the movie, Jurassic Park. Later that day, when I mentioned it to Derek, he said it was probably something outside.

Two weeks later, as we watched Jeopardy, it happened…the noise. It was back. We both turned to each other, our eyes popping.

“That’s it! That’s the noise I heard that morning,” I shouted.

Again, Derek said, “It’s just something outside.”

I sprung to my feet, “No, it’s coming from that bathroom.”

We both walked toward the noise. Derek stood at one entrance, and I, at the other. Later, he told me the look on my face was indescribable, when I saw this.

Mystery solved

Mystery solved

It was “Fred” or Fred’s relative. Last summer, Fred, a cute Green Tree Frog, lived under our patio table umbrella, in silence.

Fred, hanging out last summer.

Fred, hanging out last summer.

He just hung with us while we enjoyed the summer evenings. That was all fine and good, but hanging out in our bathtub, that didn’t work for us.  By the sounds he made, it wasn’t working for him either.

After some chasing with a bucket, we transported him back to the patio.

Have you ever had an unexpected or surprise houseguest?


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What I Believe

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Image courtesy of freedigitalphotos.net

“Live your beliefs and you can turn the world around.” ~ Henry David Thoreau

The first time I saw a magician put a woman into a box and proceed to cut the box in half, I didn’t believe it. I didn’t fall for it when a quarter was pulled from behind someone’s ear, or when a rabbit was pulled from the magician’s hat. I’ve never been a big fan of magic tricks. I didn’t believe it as a child, and I still don’t.

Some of us don’t know what to believe, but we all believe in something. Here are ten things I do believe.

1. I believe in God

2. I believe family is most important.

3. I believe books are always better than the movie.

4. I believe a smile has special powers.

5. I believe journaling is therapeutic.

6. I believe exercise improves my mood, and so does coffee.

7. I believe showing appreciation for the little things makes a relationship stronger.

8. I believe in sitting down and writing a thank you note or card.

9. I believe I am in control of whether my day is good or bad.

10 I believe in the power of faith.

Happy Easter or Passover!

What are three things you believe?


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A senior what?

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When I was a teenager, I couldn’t wait to be an adult. I’d be free to do anything I wanted. My life would be perfect.

I’d have a car to go anywhere I desired. There would be no more asking permission, and no more curfews. I’d take trips to the beach on the weekend, or perhaps the mountains.

I’d own a fancy condo or apartment that I could decorate any way I wanted. After all, I’d be making money.

Thirty plus years later, and several months before my fiftieth birthday, I’ve experienced every thing that I wished for. In addition to mortgage payments, bills, health issues, house and car repairs. All of those things that come with adulthood, but no one ever told us about.

After a recent trip to the grocery store, I was recording my transaction into my check register.  I glanced toward the bottom of the receipt to get the total, and there it was…SENIOR CITIZEN DISCOUNT. I thought my eyes were playing tricks on me, but since I was wearing my bifocals, I knew it was true. The young cashier gave me a senior discount.

Derek said she probably gave me the discount because I was nice to her.

Hum, I wonder…

When you were a teenager, were you anxious to become an adult?


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A Child’s Plea

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Dear Mom,

I feel so much better today my throat doesn’t hurt and when I cough it is not crupy anymore, aren’t you glad! I know you will say no but can I go out in the snow please! Let me cough for you and show you it isn’t crupy! Please!

Love, Your Better Kid Jill

P.S. This will probably be the only good snow we have all year!

P.S. I Love You!! Xoxoxoxoxoxoxo

During my parent’s recent move, I found this note. I wrote it when I was eleven years old. Aside from misspelling the word ‘croupy’ and the use of exclamation points, rather than question marks, I think I stated my case rather well.

Discovering this faded note brought a smile to my face. Unfortunately, I wasn’t able to get a very good photo.

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Have you ever discovered something from your past that triggered a flood of memories?

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