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

Simply Six Minutes

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“You know Egbert, you should have put those goggles on earlier. Now your hair is never going back to your curly black, you’re going to look like Bozo the rest of your life!”

“Such a small price to pay Egor, because now I have the cure! Who cares if your hair changes when you are disease free?”

“Uh, Egbert, it’s not just your hair, buddy, it’s, well, look down…”

Egbert looked down, taking off the goggles to see more clearly, and gasped. “You say these changes are permanent?”

“Well you might check the Big and Tall store to see if they have something to cover those feet.”

Egbert fainted and the beaker of cure went down the drain. “Good riddance” Egor murmured.

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Clunkers

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I like old cars, even the junkers

Plain old donuts – coffee dunkers

I had a sweetie, when I was younger

Left her when another swung her

And she left me, but he stung her

Their short love just went under

Life almost over at this juncture

My shortened times, see a new bunker

Hope the afterlife’s not a clunker.

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Weekly Prompts Wednesday Challenge – Clunkers

Friday Fictioneers

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“Interesting, isn’t it?” The museum curator asked a board member of the Hallcraft Museum. The Hallcraft was known for its dive into the extraordinary, unusual, often incredible items to display. It was popular because of that, and membership and attendance soared after every new item was displayed. “See how it seems like an endless curl, never able to see where it begins or ends? I must warn you, however, do not get too close or stare too long. It has an almost hypnotic effect. I must add that I think I saw it moving by itself. The visitor stepped away.

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30 August 2024

Benji

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Bob was sitting on the couch, eating potato chips and watching some TV. Then the doorbell rang. He opened the door and there stood a huge black male Great Dane. The dog wanted to come in. “Hey buddy, what’s up? Are you lost? That’s an old collar you have on, mind if I take a look?” Bob approached the dog from the side slowly and Benji nosed his hand. After they greeted each other, Benji came into the house. Bob looked at the collar, no name, but a phone number. He called and a woman answered. “Hello, this is Marie”. “

“Hi, my name is Bob and a dog just came up to my door, is he yours?” The woman started to cry and explained the dog’s name was Benji and belonged to her dad who just passed away. Bob said his condolences, but then asked why the dog came to him. “I swear he rang the doorbell!”
The woman sighed and said, “yes, he’s a very smart dog.”
“Well I could bring him back to you, where do you live?”
“Oh no” she said, “I couldn’t take him, I live in a condo, doesn’t allow pets”.

Bob thought maybe this was fate, he had been so lonely…maybe Benji would be a great companion. He looked into those pleading dark brown eyes and fell in love. “Okay, I’ll take him. Is there anything I need to know? Has he had all his shots and everything?”
“Oh yes my dad was very protective of Benji and he of my dad.”
“Alright then, I’ll take good care of him too.” That night Bob settled a big blanket by his bed and told Benji to hop in. He did. Around midnight Bob was woken by a soft murmur. He looked down to see the figure of an old man squatting down petting Benji. Bob sat up quickly and said, “who are you? What’s going on?”
The fading image of the man stood up and replied, “I’m just telling him goodbye and he is home now.”

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A new shot at my writing prompt.