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
QUADRILLE (a poem of EXACTLY 44 words, sans title) that includes the word “present” in the body of the poem. You can use it as a verb or noun.
Present the case And do it well Just the facts, No need to swell Anyone will see the truth This man is certainly uncouth We hoped his rhetoric would stop Hopefully quelled by a cop See the justice finally served— That’s the intended op!
It’s bad enough you have (Joe off the street) spouting such hate speech but do we have to see “elected officials“ do it too? Yes, and that should shiver your timbers😳
One of the most pleasant types of petrichor was the scent of the wet canvas tent we all huddled in on camping trips. That smell brings back happy memories of camping and hiking in the Colorado mountains. The second favorite is leaves in a late autumn forest. Next would be the smell of apples in Vermont air in October. Fresh spring rain on warmed pavement always enjoyable and gives a feeling of renewal. From childhood I remember wading in brooks lined with spearmint, also evoking memories of fun times.
Shadows of trout in the forest creek cause only a mild ripple as the summer sun is still rising in the morning mist. A perfect time to fish he thinks, sitting quietly, and removes the bag of lures from his belt. Optimal time is short for the fisherman soon the sun filtering through the trees will be too bright overhead. A wise old crow serves as a warning sentinel when the sun reaches that point. It’s lucky the man came at dawn.
The vertical drop is a lie that highlights the nightmare—falling, falling and then I wake up, eventually finding myself safe in bed which is proof it was only a dream, even if a horrible one. I lay there paralyzed for a few minutes, feeling around to find I really am safe in my bed. My usual decorus after such unpleasantness would be to label it only a dream. The turmoil between the frightening dream and wakefulness seems to last too long and I take the glass of water by my bed. That’s what they do in the movies, supposedly to calm people, but that is misleading, of course, because it’s only an offering not a cure.
Welcome to the Saturday Mix – No Nonsense, 10 June 2023! You will be given a nonsensical, made-up word. You will need to come up with your own definition and use it creatively and in context, in your response. It is your choice whether you write using poetry or prose. Your nonsense word this week is: “strele” Remember, define it; then use it!
This word just made me laugh because one of my granddaughters is named Sterlie Abeni – she was adopted from Haiti and her middle name means “girl prayed for”. She is a beautiful tall model with a quirky personality who wants to be an actress. I laughed at the prompt because all during schooling – she’s now 25, no teacher would call her the real name, but instead Sterile. Even today people can’t seem to get their head around the correct pronunciation so it’s a joke in the family. It has to be, because people are thoughtless and uncaring, and you have to let things like this roll on by if you want to survive in today’s society, especially today.
Tired is not so much a state of my physical being and I am used to that. However for the last few years the decline of the United (using that term in an obligatory manner) States of America have made my mind more tired than I thought possible.
The last thing I filled this morning was a cup for a coconut latte I had made. I am officially addicted and after a shower, dressing etc, I look forward to sitting and sipping it while reading blogs. I am taking this opportunity to heave a big thank you teddy bear hug on my followers and their likes and especially their comments on anything I post. I admit it’s quite a variety and that’s the fun of it, to me. I see they have taken the translate button off some sites so I appreciate your views, but sadly I only read in English. Personally, as if it’s ever anything but, I am sorry our education system does not insist on learning different languages when even preschoolers’ minds can pick it up easily. So here we go,
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