Who I Am–Accepting Change #MyFirstPostRevisited

This is the first post that I can find. My first was “Oh, THAT kind of bag” which I guess disappeared! It was an attempt at humor over having had bladder cancer surgery and fitted with an ostomy bag to collect urine directly from your kidneys. Very useful since you no longer have a bladder.🙄. I hope this gives you a laugh. I try to face things with humor.

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The dragonfly depicted on my front page is a traditional symbol of change. That’s one of the reasons I chose it, and because it is beautiful.
When you have bladder cancer, your whole life does change. You have many doctor appointments, scans, and tests. All of these change the perspective of your life and future. No matter how positive you try to be, there is always a knawing in the back of your mind of how it will all turn out. I know this feeling well. Every test, and every scan, you have to remain hopeful and positive. Because you have no choice. Think, know that you are going to survive, you’re going to get well. That’s where support from family, friends, nurses, and doctors come in. They are also the ones you have to express your feelings to. Let them in and help you. This is the time to…

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Stream of Consciousness Saturday-3-18-17

The Friday Reminder and Prompt for #SoCS Mar. 18/17

Good mooooorning bloggers! Hope you had a safe St. Patrick’s Day! I didn’t wear green because I don’t have any except a Delta, CO high school soccer t-shirt that is too big for me with short sleeves, which I don’t wear anymore. Whew, what a sentence with useful information! Keep reading for more indisputable news…..not the fake kind😂!

The word for this Saturday is man. If I ever hear it, it’s accompanied by Oh. Like “oh, man” in a sort of groan or whiny voice. I hate to admit this, but that is an OLD saying, from, uh, the seventies? Like, seriously man…man, did you see that? And others. Man, it is searching my mind for more…..like, heavy, man.

I try not to use man in the general sense, afraid to offend you feminists out there, but man, it just doesn’t sound right to say firewoman, firemiss? Firelady? I’ve got it, firefem! That’s cool! A new gender appropriate word, because these days, it’s all about a title for your group. At least according to Mr. T and I’m not talking about the bejeweled actor from the A-Team. If our president has his way, you will get a label and a box to put yourself in, and dare not look or speak to anyone else outside “your group”. Yup, that should solve our problems, poverty, hunger, homelessness, school lunch funding, veterans’ benefits, healthcare……see how easy that was?

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Meet the Bar with impressionism-Commuting

As the lavender evening mood descends upon the city

Rushing commuters blur into the bright yellow of subway lights

Charcoal grays and softened blacks smear into the bright red trains

Ladies’ nude, tanned legs smoothly drift in and out of vision

Doors close and the red cars blend into a purple haze as they gain speed 

Silver buildings decrease and spotted hues of green and brown surround them.

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Prompt-39-Stars

There are not many things I like more than Stars and Snowflakes. Here are some examples.


A bridge of stars connects the Large and Small Magellanic Clouds, two galaxies that orbit our own Milky Way. The bridge’s brightness has been enhanced in this image.


Above are pictured nurseries of bright new stars in red.

*images from Google unless noted otherwise

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#writephoto-Deep

He stared into the cave.  It was just as he expected.  Deep, dark, lit with a fiery red, oh that was the best part.  It was hot and the colors made it seem like it was on fire, but he wasn’t getting burned.  Just as she said; so rewarding to have something fulfilled as promised.  He could be happy here, he could find his purpose.  He settled in on the stone throne, surveying his part of hell.  

Thursday photo prompt – Deep #writephoto

Daily Prompt:Massive

You couldn’t describe me as passive

I have a big mouth, but it’s not massive

If I see injustice I will not be passing

By someone who’s hurt by the masses

Prejudice is a wrongful passion

While leaders quickly try to fasten

Their personal beliefs on us, seems drastic

Wish the whole idea was fantastic

But sadly I think it’s very active.

 

 

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Book Spine Poetry(2)

I had a blast doing this last time but I don’t go to the library by myself, so rare. We all usually go when school is out in the summer.

It was just A song of fire and ice, but this was no Enders game.  Oh no, they were serious!  After The day the earth stood still, in 1984, The princess bride, Neuromancer, and The watchmen all got together and decided a fire of Fahrenheit 451 was dangerous, and not be to be taken lightly.  The Brave new world‘s Foundation trilogy decided action had to be taken.The American gods were not to have total control.  Even the residents of Animal farm agreed,  in their own way. Of course they were aware of Slaughterhouse five, so their meetings were secret.  One of them brought up an odd question at the meeting:Do androids dream of electric sheep?  That brought the house down and the relief of laughter.

A clockwork orange rang out a warning to the meeting participants, “Starship troopers on the way! The Watership is down, the Mists of Avalon are coming, The left hand of darkness is upon us and The moon is a harsh mistress!   The war of the worlds is starting, it might be wise to use The time machine.”

The silmarillio, The once and future king, started speaking over the uneasy gathering,”this Childhoods end –  Neverwhere have I seen such chaos.  This was only a fire, and it has been controlled.  There is no need for troopers or panic.  It’s not like Shrike from The Hyperion cantos is coming!  It’s not World war Z!  The last unicorn still lives.  Settle down, treat yourself to a copy of The chronicles of Thomas covenant, the unbeliever.  No need to be Going postal!  The road is written, my friends, have no fear.


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Making Leprechaun Bait


                             



                 


RECIPE:  2 cups rice Chex, 1 cup pretzel twists, 1 cup Lucky Charms,1/2 cup green M&Ms, 12 ounces white cocolate or vanilla chips, green  sugarsprinkles. Lay out and freeze for a bit.  Then break up into chunks.  Use any of these ingredients or add your own..I must say it was Magically Delicious!

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Ellen’s Story

The room was still. Susan had just slipped under the covers and stretched out, trying to make herself relax enough for sleep. The day had been a long one. She had been reading her sisters’ letters, trying to make sense of their contents. Reading them over again didn’t seem to help. They contained different versions of the same event, her mother’s death. Her father had passed away and her mother remarried about five years later.

Her mother, Ellen, was a lonely woman after her husband died. They had always been together, over years of hard work and personal trials, and Ellen felt almost betrayed by his death. She was not that far along in years that she wanted to be alone without a partner.

Visiting the local post office that was a fifteen foot square building on the side of the road, she met her future husband. This tiny town had one public government building, a post office. Her old friend was the post mistress, so she visited often. Today was just one of those ordinary visits until she saw a nice appearing gentleman looking at the postcard rack. Postmistress Jennie spoke up, “Ellen, I’d like you to meet Robert Mays. He’s visiting from Mississippi.”  

The man tipped his fedora style hat and said “Good morning, ma’am.” Ellen noticed he was dressed neatly and his Southern drawl charmed her immediately. She blushed slightly as he noticed her staring. He turned back to the postcards and picked one of the nearby river. “Is this the same river about a half mile from here?”

“Why, yes it is, the Button River. You can even see it from here.” The man seemed interested and Jennie continued. “I could take you there on my lunch break if you want.”

Ellen seized the opportunity and blurted out, “I can take you there right now if you like, I’m free.” Almost surprised at her forwardness, she stepped back towards the door,  Jennie gave her a look, but Ellen ignored it.

“Well that would be very nice of you, ma’am,” the stranger replied. He walked nearer to Ellen which was only a couple of steps in that small building. ” I appreciate your offer, shall we go?” He opened the door and took Ellen’s arm to guide her through.

“Thank you, Mr. Mays.”

“Please, call me Robert.”  

“All right, Ellen is my name.” She felt instantly at ease with this southern gentleman, but not sure why. It wasn’t like her to be so relaxed around men. They walked the half mile or so to the river, and he took out his handkerchief and dusted off a large boulder so she could rest. A giddiness overcame her at such an old fashioned gesture, but admitted to herself she liked it. Robert admired the river. He also admired Ellen and it was beginning to bother him a bit. He was just visiting, returning home immediately when business was done.

“Beautiful isn’t it? The water so clear. It got its name from all the rounded stones you can see in the bottom.” Robert glanced at the river and it was beautiful, but his main interest was Ellen.

Robert and Ellen married shortly after their first meeting. They seemed happy and made frequent trips from Mississippi to New York State, where Ellen grew up. This seemed the ideal future for them until Ellen’s health failed. She wanted to be by her daughters because she felt near to death. She and Robert moved into a nice home in upstate New York, close to her family.  

The daughters called frequently, but Robert always answered the phone giving them their mother’s regrets in not answering. Trying to visit, it seemed Ellen was always resting, not to be disturbed. A few times he would be out for groceries or some other needed items, and one of them would sneak in to see her. She didn’t seem to be herself, asking them why they never call or visit. They were worried her sickness was affecting her mind. Questioning Robert, he agreed, professing she might need to be hospitalized.  

Busy with their own families, they didn’t seem to notice time passing quickly. Susan lived over a thousand miles away, so she wasn’t able to visit. Their attempts at visiting or calling their mother lessened. Robert would never let them speak to her anymore. One of her daughters grew desperate and demanded to see her mother. She was shocked to see how Ellen’s health had deteriorated in a matter of days. Ellen seemed to be in a slight stupor, hardly recognizing her oldest child. Then she started accusing her of abandoning her in her illness. When her daughter tried to explain, Ellen got so agitated she had to leave.

Shortly after this episode, Ellen was moved to a hospital and in a few days, she passed away. Robert seemed quite calm about everything. He planned a huge funeral, seemingly ostentatious for a small town. His outward show of affection for Ellen’s family surprised them all.

Ellen’s three daughters were naturally saddened and shocked when Robert decided to sell all of Ellen’s personal possessions without their knowledge. Even old family papers and books the girls would loved to have were sold to strangers. Robert further distanced himself from them and sold the New York home and everything in it.  

A few weeks later, the girls were contacted by Robert’s lawyer. They were to sign over any claims to Ellen’s property and holdings. They didn’t even realize she had these things. It seems when they married, Robert convinced Ellen to buy certain properties under her name only. Apparently he had previous legal issues and was barred from doing contracts under his name. The girls started to compare notes and realized their mother’s marriage involved insurance fraud. They each wrote Susan immediately.

Susan and her sisters decided an autopsy was needed to insure their mother’s death was a natural one. The results came back that it was. Even with that information, they did not trust that Robert had not contributed to Ellen’s death. The lawyer insisted the paperwork be signed and so they did. Robert was never seen around their town again. No one was more suspicious of him than the postmistress. Nothing could actually be proven as to his guilt, and there was no money to search out the truth if he was guilty.

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