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
“Grantchester” is back🥳 with season six on PBS.org. This is my favorite PBS series! The characters will easily become part of your life. My favorite is Geordie, played by Robson Green. Enjoy, but please start with episode one, season one to take full advantage of the character building.
“I say old boy, is this another morning where you straddle the line between consuming a particular piece of a possibly radioactive item disguised as a doughnut, or a healthy piece of whole grained toast?”
“You know George, your malapert personality only shows itself in the morning. We all have to wait till afternoon to engage you in conversation. I’ll have you know my mother made fresh doughnuts every morning and I’m still here, healthy as ever! Perhaps the sugar quality of this warm sweet treat would put you in a better mood.“
Joe forgot his umbrella, he was so upset. He decided a walk in the forest would calm him, even though it had started to pour. He really had no idea why a tattoo of seven small doves would cause his mother’s thundering response.
Joe’s father coveted several small tattoos, all of elves, which seemed odd, but his older leathery skin had faded them. His mother accepted them at the time, so why make out Joe’s decision was such a blunder?
I never drink, don’t dance much Don’t favor a party going bunch I might, occasionally Invite a friend for tea Mostly, I’m happy with me Without a lot of company. That being said, I do enjoy Romantic visits from a boy I’m no goddess, I admit So their presence has a limit. Nothing bothers them more than this: My brush off from an unwanted kiss I know I’m doomed to end up alone Certain things I can’t condone— Octopus arms or bad breath Always cause romantic death.
The gentleman shifted in his seat. The train was exceptionally bumpy today. His suitcase toppled off the seat and onto the treaded platform. A stiff breeze rushed in the window. “I think the weather is making this trip more unpleasant than usual” he said to the young lady across from him. Miss Blake was going to ignore the man but since his case had fallen at her feet, she had no choice but to engage him. “Let me help you” as she grabbed the braided rope handgrip placing it back on the seat beside him. “Thank you, Miss. May I ask, what is your travel destination?” “Of course. I’m going to see the capital. There is a harvest festival in the area I plan on attending.” “Oh, my. . .my destination as well! An Octoberfest you say? I’m going to the capital for business, but the festival sounds inviting.” He held her eyes for a second, hoping his attempt at joining her would be accepted. “Well then, would you care to meet there? They have wonderful warm cider. Perhaps you could join me?” He noticed a sparkle in her eyes as she offered the invitation. “Delighted! Here’s my number, will you text me when and where?” “Yes.” She took the number and the train came to a stop. Both passengers left the car with a much brighter attitude than they had at the beginning of their trip.
“Smooth Operator” was playing on the sound system as the man pretending to be suave tried to glide into the room. Joe had read every issue of GQ, Men’s Health, Esquire, and the Wall Street Journal. He assumed he was well dressed and well versed in any subject that might come up in conversation.
Thanks to the bartender, he was introduced to a beautiful woman. He immediately asked her to dance and he was glad he had practiced some Fred Astaire techniques.
Unknown to Joe, the woman was only an apparition and as soon as he maneuvered her into a darkened corner for a kiss, she disappeared.
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