Season Five Episode One of the Great British Baking Show is just the fun pick me up anyone needs! I love the show and the camaraderie of the contestants.🥰
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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
SYW 7-31-23
Here are this week’s questions:
1. Expensive or sentimental, what is priceless to you? Love in all forms
2. What do you consider to be ‘a quiet night in’? All my nights are pretty much quiet unless family is here.
3. Do you believe in Soul Mates? Definitely yes.
4. Can you dance? (for example: old time, disco, jive) I used to love to dance but was shy. If I could now I would not let shyness get in my way.
Gratitude: I’m grateful my family arrived safe and sound on the east coast to visit my oldest granddaughter.
Share your World 31st July
dVerse Poets Haibun
Today, let’s reflect on moving! Write a haibun that alludes to moving, any way you conceive of it.
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Moving on it’s called, as if anyone can truly move on to something new while mourning loved ones? The memories linger, as they should, but accompanied by tears.
distance sensed
summer doldrums felt
grief remains
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http://dversepoets.com/2023/07/31/haibun-monday-7-31-23-moving/
Classic Song Beginnings
MLMM Wordle
Is it sporting to rely on destiny to maintain a connection to the magical sandman, or should we be robust and demand our wishes on the mortal coil? A teenage wizard’s ramble in a secret spell may cause terminal harm, or simply cause the surprising installation of a meatloaf at dinner. A practiced wizardry will provide an accurate rendition, so as the adage goes…practice makes perfect.
The Sunday Whirl
Seven women rising, floating above the main line, aided by strong arms of practiced male ballet dancers, bodies strengthened and honed to perfection. Privacy granted, but at risk by their willing participation in a beloved art form. The beauty is learned and muscles of both genders build to their highest peak. Named as a dance, but the precision and poise in their creation suggests more.
Wordle 602
Lazy Day REBLOG
The autumn chill descended over the town and with it came rot and ruin. “Yeah, that’s what my dad says every year at this time” Hildegard replied to her friend Mona. Hildy and Mona had been best friends since the age of three. Inseparable until high school, when the difference of one year put them in different schools. Today they happened to have a free Saturday and met at the old cemetery.
It was Friday the 13th after all, and the yearly excursion into the cemetery was a must. They walked along, trying to spook each other with tales of what really happened to old Mr. Gronky or Miss Eliza Whittaker, whose gravestones were prominent, but had no quotes or information on them. The two friends always paused by the small embedded markers of infants who passed away at birth or soon after. It was sad they had no chance at life.
The girls tried to avoid the newer mounds, which gave them the creeps. However, the old familiar ones were almost friendly after all this time. The newly mounded dirt gave them a strange feeling as it felt too real, not like the older grassy indentations.
Suddenly, Hildy grabbed her friend’s arm. “Oh. . . look at that!” She pointed to a new mound under a scraggly tree where a temporary cross had fallen over. They cautiously walked over to set the marker straight, trying to avoid direct eye contact with the heaped dirt itself. Mona lifted the broken wooden sticks and righted it while reading the written words.
“Here lies Thomas Tripper, murderer, hung by the neck on October 13, 1792.” The girls looked at each other realizing what it actually said. . .1792. “That was almost two hundred years ago! Oh goodness, Hildy! The grave looks new, but it can’t be! The cross is broken, what could have happened here?”
“I’ll tell you what you want to know…” the voice came as a surprise to the girls, and they looked up to see a dirty, ragged form hanging from the tree.
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Six Sentence Story
Rules of the hop:
Write 6 Sentences. No more. No less.
Use the current week’s prompt word.
Link up at Wednesday’s post. Link goes live at 6:00 pm through Saturday late…
Spread the word and put in a good one to your fellow writers.
PROMPT WORD: TOAST
The wedding party gathers round. The bride and groom separate as the best man approaches. Everyone has eyes on the groom’s best friend as he sets down his glass of champagne. “I have the privilege of giving a toast to my former best friend and my former girlfriend.” Suddenly he pulls a gun and shoots them both. The crowd is shocked and run out of the building screaming.
Sunday’s Six Sentence Story Word Prompt!
Sammiscribbles Weekend Writing Prompt
Please stay and sit awhile
Beauty displayed in bold colors
Artfully designed for protection
False bold eyes seem to hover
Delicate legs perch momentarily
Awareness always surrounds
Such splendid beautiful wings.
Weekend Writing Prompt #322 – Flutter
SOCS 7-29-23
The Friday Reminder and Prompt for #SoCS July 29, 2023
The Bag Lady 
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