Author: rugby843

I am a widow since 2013 and live by myself in a small apartment. I use a wheelchair to get around, but I wouldn't consider myself disabled. I'm 11 years away from having bladder cancer resulting in a urostomy and I'm doing well. This cancer was a result of having radiation in 1995 because of uterine cancer. So have faith in yourself, a cancer diagnosis is not a death sentence. My first try at blogging was an attempt to help other people with my condition. I am a mother of three married children, and a grandmother to eight gorgeous kids, featuring them often here, and a great grandmother to two as of today, 6/7/25! I enjoy exploring my feelings and like to try the challenges. I like humor, music, movies, games, and some sports. I absolutely appreciate your reading and commenting on my blog. I am happy to read all of your blogs and learn more about you. Please comment however you like, ask whatever, and I'll answer honestly. Thanks for reading! Cheryl

SoCS 6-20-25

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Jumble is exactly what I think when I read all the “reels” on FB. And jumble is a nice word, a rather happy concept, and I have to keep my mind with a positive outlook because reading the news today is overwhelming. And of course my personal opinion is that Trump needs to go. It is comical in a way that he has his signature constantly seen and him sitting in the Oval Office in a slump even as visiting officials are humiliated, brow beaten and criticized as if they’re some lowly creature he can disregard as important. Eventually congress should wake up, impeach and jail this wannabe king, sorry excuse for a human being, and president? Omg. My opinion on this stream…

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The Friday Reminder and Prompt for #SoCS June 21, 2025

Fandango’s Flashback Friday

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Wordle #160 6/19/2017

She nudged her friend and smiled as she nodded toward her father. In itself, the backyard event was a mundane affair, the usual Father’s Day, with late June heat.  As Joy hinted to her friend to watch her father with the meat wrapper, she whispered, “watch this”.  Meanwhile, Joy’s mother went back inside and ignored the activity.  She had organized the neighborhood BBQ almost every year, but since Jack came home, she wanted no part of it. His actions seemed unnecessary, and she felt embarrassed for him. Someone else could have run the grill.   Joy’s dad, Jack, was an older father than most of the others in the neighborhood.  He was an Army veteran and lost his right arm in a bombing incident.  He received medals and should have been considered a hero. The dismemberment of his arm was replaced with a substantial hook.  He was quite deftly unwrapping the hamburger patties with a backwards roll of his hook on the paper.  It had taken a lot of training to be adept at everyday chores, but he was used to it now.  His daughter was very proud of  him and never missed a chance to brag about his skills.   Jack’s wife on the other hand was opposed to the idea.  In some ways she seemed so disappointed in his survival, one might think she would rather have had a tricornered flag. She was tentative when she saw him in his initial wounded state. Her grief over the loss of his arm seemed paramount to the fact he was home and safe now.  Perhaps the worrying many years he was overseas had taken control.  It was almost as if she didn’t have spine enough to accept him as he was, alive, and slightly changed.  She certainly never got used to him showing his dexterity with the arm’s partial replacement.  She was embarrassed for some reason, known only to her. Jack took a while to adapt to being home again.  Often he would talk to his daughter and vent his feelings.  She was much more receptive than his wife.  He didn’t suffer from PTSD as so many of his military friends experienced.  His wife’s disappointment was clear

but the relationship would last until their daughter finished high school. Jack realized the situation was far from perfect, but he intended to be an example to his daughter.

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https://mindlovemiserysmenagerie.wordpress.com/2017/06/19/wordle-160/

Fandango’s Flashback Friday — June 20th

MLMM Summer Solstice

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Summer solstice doesn’t mean much to me in the climate I live in. Yes it is hot today – 90F and that is unusual for us here in Wyoming. Most of the eleven years I’ve lived here there is cold winter and the other three seasons seem to fade together. The growing season is so short you can’t plant till late May or June and then autumn seems to skip right into winter and your plants barely got a chance to bloom. Then of course an occasional rain or hail. But enjoy your lake front picnics and beachy bonfires. Do I sound jealous? Um, well….

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6/20/25 – 6/29/25

Summer Solstice

NTT 6-19-25

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Two cave men were having a quiet conversation while waiting for their prey to stop roaring: “Think he’ll shut up soon? We’re going to be late for dinner.”

“I doubt it Joe, he loves standing up there pretending he’s king.”

“But you know the girls – they hate eating late…maybe if I run back and offer them some grog from my hidden stash…”.

“What stash! I didn’t know you had a secret stash! Where is it?” Meanwhile the lion hopped off the ledge and went back to his lair. When the two men realized their catch was lost, they slumped back to their women. Joe made sure to get his friend to bring grog to appease the girls.

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(Any similarity to loud speaking (kings) is intentional.)

No Theme Thursday: 6/19/25

Friday Fictioneers

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Just as every day, Joe starts the morning admiring his works of art. The one time love from years gone by…he often wonders where she is now. When she left, he looked over all the sketches he had drawn and his paintings of her. These few were his favorites. Her beauty evident, but the fun they had that summer was depicted on this wall. A summer romance after college graduation was brief but remembered here.

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20 June 2025