Buying a musical instrument is not for everyone. Children think it may look cool to play the saxophone and don’t have the stamina to play it. This happened to my son since he was a small guy. He then tried the violin and did well until some pieces of music found his little finger too crooked to reach certain places. He ended up playing guitar and still does, and excellent at it. Here’s a photo of my granddaughter who did conquer the saxophone:
Buy-A-Musical Instrument Day
The tan on my son
He thinks it’s a number one
Burned so deep and dark
You’d think it could cause a spark
Spent too much time in the sun.
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I like to get everything right
Mistakes are just causing a blight
I reread every word
Know that it sounds absurd
But it ends up a perfect write.
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Fitting a tanka in a limerick is not easy!😀
#TankaTuesday Poetry Challenge No. 65, Fun with Homophones, 5/19/2026
This is excellent because I have the opportunity to show my admiration for a friend. Always encouraging, funny, intelligent, talented, with similar world views, and a great support in all my endeavors. We are about the same age, have conquered trials and she, especially is so thoughtful with a constant connection even though we live far apart. I have a wonderful family and making new friends where I live now, but C is always there for me.
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Sunday Poser # 287- Kindnesses
“I do show interest”, he complained loudly. “It’s just you and your hobby interfere with mine!” Joe flopped down on the couch, tired of defending his hobby and certainly not enjoying hers. June came over and asked him to stand up so she could check the measurements for the new blouse she designed. Joe was watching the soccer tournament and June stood in his way.
June stated “It’s like working with a bouncing ball!”
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Sunday’s Six Sentence Story Prompt Word!
Joe wondered if the town’s curse still existed or was it lost as hoped. It had been true enough years ago when he heard the screams of the mothers, the sighs of the fathers, and police sirens. It seemed even the smallest children could slip through the doors beneath the iron bridge where terrible things happened. As usual, newspapers centered on the parent’s behavior, knocking down any family that might be involved. Joe sat quietly in the old diner, watching children play near the tracks, saddened to think most things don’t change.
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Wordle 758
I never think about my age, hard to believe that I suppose, but true. It’s only when I’m sitting in the hospital that I realize, “yeah, you’re old! What do you expect?” Even seeing new great grandchildren popping up, I still think of their parents when younger. As a privileged grandmother I can look at these generations and think in a very small way I am responsible for their happiness and success. I can be proud and remember that yes, I am that old, but so what?😉
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Reena’s Xploration Challenge #431
As of my fourth day home from the hospital, the prompt fits well:
May your good health continue, and we all work to maintain or improve it.👍🏻🖖🏻
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The Friday Reminder and Prompt for #SoCS May 23, 2026
On May 1, I was taken to the hospital. I was so weak I thought maybe I was having a stroke. Luckily I was not but my kidneys were failing and I was in very bad shape. It’s amazing how quickly you can turn dehydrated and in dire condition in a couple of days. Naturally all the hullabaloo in the ER and ICU worried my daughter and my family. This is the third time for such a scary episode. I feel so sorry about that. Today I am home and now on oxygen 24/7 which I dislike, but it is necessary for the short term.
I am writing this to warn you about watching your hydration even if you have no chronic disease. Take care of yourselves because this can come on quickly.
I did no writing and this is my first contact with my blogging friends. Send me your challenges as I will try to get back into the writing groove. Thanks for reading.
cjscan_1999@yahoo.com
One for My Baby
Song by Frank Sinatra
It’s quarter to three, there’s no one in the place
‘Cept you and me
So set ’em up, Joe, I got a little story
I think you should know
We’re drinkin’, my friend, to the end
Of a brief episode
Make it one for my baby
And one more for the road
I got the routine, put another nickel
In the machine
Feelin’ so bad, can’t you make the music
Easy and sad?
I could tell you a lot, but you’ve gotta be
True to your code
Just make it one for my baby
And one more for the road
You’d never know it, but buddy, I’m a kind of poet
And I got a lotta things I’d like to say
And when I’m gloomy, won’t you listen to me
‘Til it’s talked away?
Well, that’s how it goes, and Joe, I know you’re gettin’
Anxious to close
And thanks for the cheer, I hope you didn’t mind
My bendin’ your ear
But this torch that I’ve found, it’s gotta be drowned
Or it soon might explode
So make it one for my baby
And one more for the road
The long
It’s so long
The long
Very long
Source: Musixmatch
Songwriters: Johnny Mercer / Harold Arlen
One for My Baby lyrics © Harwin Music Co.
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It’s Sunday, quarter to three and this always my first thought.☺️
“Whisper to me this night. Tell me all of your dreams. Make the script crispy and brisk. Crush my cold heart until all that’s left are the dim seeds of dust with their creamy shimmer.”
“Aww shucks, Marion. I could never hurt you like that…”
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Wordle 755
The Bag Lady 
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