JuJoJan 10 – Don’t Get Me Started + SoCS

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What a week to give this prompt, especially me, because I can honestly say, don’t get me started! Remember the old tv show named “The Week That Was”? This would be one of those for sure. Michigan is suffering. Every day I wake up to see or read some unbelievably horrid news and the descent into madness. However, I am a lucky one, white, old, disabled, and no one messes with me. I don’t attend protests even though I’m there in mind. I live in Wyoming and there’s only a few people I can even converse with who feel the same about politics and religion. On the religious opinion I must say it puzzles me how someone can “believe” self-righteously and still act the way they do. What about the golden rule? What about love thy neighbor (they have a caveat-as long as you’re a white Christian). Well the prompt was don’t get me started and I guess I answered that. Okay, I’m ready for you, let me have it…

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The Friday Reminder for #SoCS & #JusJoJan 2026 Daily Prompt for Jan. 10th

JuJoJan 9 – Celebrate

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It is my husband’s birthday today and he would have been 85 if he had not succumbed to esophageal cancer in 2013. However, I think of him on this day and wish he was here to celebrate. A bittersweet day as I’ve read other similar posts.

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JusJoJan 9/26 – Celebrate

dVerse Poets

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Xenophobia, disliking all peoples

Your belief?

Zeppelin riders do

Above all the rest they fly

Bearing false symbols of unity

Comically believing

Doing acts of destruction

Everlasting belief of superiority

Feeling triumphant in their quests

Glorious wars of self righteousness

Intentions clear

Handed down from slaving generations

Justified violence

K K K, need I explain?

Languishing leaders lurking

Managing youthful minds

Never offering reasons

Oppressing the facts

People ravaged, lost

Quandaries fade like quick silver

Rewards of cheap symbols

Severe punishing riots

Tempted teens try joining

Unrequited compensense

Varied violent actions

Wanton leadership

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MTB: First to Last letters

Can You Tell a Story in 63?

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The octogenarian stood on the edge of the swamp, sporting his usual dress, worn out dungarees from his youth. The noodles were splaying out from the restaurant box thrown into the lake above. Everything drifted down into the swamp sooner or later, especially these bargain priced containers most restaurants used. Fascination sated, the man walked back to his place in the clinic line.

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Can You Tell A Story In…

I feel like Rodney Dangerfield

You know how it is, you’re already feeling old, decrepit, ready to just crawl back into the bed you’re trying to make with new sheets. So you’ve got one hand trapped between the wall and the headboard and the other hand is trying to get the corner of a fitted sheet down underneath so it will stay there when you try to put on the other three corners.

So you think maybe a little music would be fun and you turn on the music and of course there’s an ad right away and the ad says “Women – your skin doesn’t feel the same. Your body feels heavy, blah blah blah blah – I stopped listening right there. All I wanted was some upbeat music so I could make this bed and be done with it but I get an ad telling me that I’m old, my skin is sagging, I’ve gained weight and I’m a woman. I should expect this, being a woman??? but there’s something I can do about it. I only have to pay a few thousand dollars and I’ll feel great.

I just told the guy to shut up and I turned on the music I was going to listen to which was this;

I was going to choose a Neil Diamond song who I’ve always loved but apparently my daughter hates him and I think she’s coming to see me today.

The things we suffer for our children.

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Friday Fictioneers

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From the discarded, on the edge of the sea, shows us the absurd and the beautiful. A tableau of life in a vast watery ecosystem known as an ocean. I wonder if the animals swim by to observe the art created by themselves unknowingly, or from some careless human walking by. Someone, probably a child, planted a plastic stemmed spray of sparkly bubbles. It is an artful companion to the natural weed clusters and phytoplankton that add color but not brightness to the vision. Bright green mossy seaweed gathering in clumps adds drama. I see such beauty in natural things.

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9 January 2026