Showing my age this week, again…I choose one of my still favorite songs, “Autumn Leaves” from (US version)1955.
Original French Version
Listen to the classic 1955 vocal recording of Autumn Leaves by Nat King Cole:
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Crisp Autumn Weather
The plan was to wake Sue and make her shake in her boots! But it must have been the shock of it all because Sue sat up, pulled on her pants and with a brave smile walked right out the door with her hands in her pockets and yelled, “that’s a sad attempt at scaring me, Joe!”
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MLMM Monday Wordle #497
Was that a scratch she heard on the window? It must be a tree limb from the windy storm outside. It was tempting to believe the devil’s horror show that streamed on her favorite network, but this was a bit too real. Sharon believed that beings existed that she hoped would never ring her doorbell, but also thought she should have a stronger backbone if she ever encountered a creepy character. There was another scratch at the window and Sharon had a hunch it was her neighbor trying to frighten her. She looked out her window and what she saw was not her neighbor!
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When I get them all set up I’ll take a photo😀
Quadrille #257: A Pocket in Your Poems
I have to publicly thank a friend (actually more than a friend to me) for encouraging me to write a blog here. I wanted to help other people who had bladder cancer or uterine cancer to be able to cope with the problems that occur. Sharing my experiences in an open and honest way seemed like a way even to help myself. Humor is essential in my life, and I try to bring it to these conditions along with sincerity. I didn’t receive any questions, maybe I was too thorough! No response, so thought I had failed. Then I focused on the word prompts, exploring my feelings. It has opened up a new world full of interesting people. I so enjoy reading your stories, discussions, comments, and opinions. And the photographs are wonderful. So I’m not only grateful for my friend’s advice, but to all of you who have stopped by.
Thank you!
Sleep is a desperately wanted commodity often sold by many pharmaceutical companies around the world.
Weekend Writing Prompt #488 – Sleep
All may say “it’s a breeze”
Meaning you can accept it with ease
But I find it difficult to be quiet
When hearing the king lie, you can spy it
It’s his mouth’s regular diet.
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The Friday Reminder and Prompt for #SoCS October 3, 2026
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“People who cannot distinguish between etymology and entomology bug me in ways I cannot put into words.”
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One-Liner Wednesday – I have a spider in my kitchen…
autumn brings nature’s beauty of color
winter snow is white
colorful leaves drop and hover
icy gray hides black sights
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No idea if this is correct🙃
Poetry Form: Breaking up the Couple(t)
Don’t you hear that woodpecker? He’s doing a breakdance on the roof! Joe, suffering from vaccine shots, was drowning his pain in a martini. He was busy reading the days horoscope or horrorscope as he called it. The shifty editors always made up that junk and the readers fell for it. He was tired of the newspaper business, and wanted to quit.
A tough one☺️but two☺️
Helen, tired this morning after one too many martinis the night before. If only that woodpecker doing a breakdance on the roof would stop! Her horoscope said it would be a relaxing day…what crap! She should have gotten vaccine shots, worrying now about Covid! Nah, if Joe would just get rid of that bird, but was shifty looking, staring into the newspaper.
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