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Have you ever drawn a picture, painted a flower, decorated a simple tshirt, frosted a cake, written a poem, or story? I have tried all of these and I must say some attempts were not too bad. The problem I had with my efforts was, I sometimes didn’t stop when I should have. The item would be overworked and end up disappointing or a disaster.  

I used to make all the kids’ birthday cakes. Most of them turned out very nice. As long as I took my time and didn’t overdo it. In the eighties I made sweat outfits and shirts with fabric paint. I’m most proud of a lightweight denim long jacket I made for my daughter. I painted the bottom all the way around with different sights, such as the Kremlin, the Eiffel Tower, etc. I didn’t overwork it and created a unique item.  

As most creative people love to try different forms to express that creativity, we all need to remember to not overdo our efforts.

https://dailypost.wordpress.com/prompts/overworked/

I used to take my handy scooter

It was a real hooty tooter

When rubbish day came around

I’d bag it up tightly bound

Scoot down the sidewalk

When no one’s around

And hear the bag drag on the ground.

Of course I was careful not to abuse

The rules of the complex on refuse.

I wrapped it soundly so nothing should leak

Used heavy bags so nothing would reek.

Others around just put anything there

Dog-do, even old stinky arm chairs.

Now I only have a chair that I roll

Going to the dumpster takes its toll

It’s hard to hold a big bag with your knees

So ask the grandkids would they please

Most of the time they do it for me

But now a problem…the Christmas tree!

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#JusJoJan Daily Prompt – Jan. 19th/17January 19, 2017 by LindaGHil

Michelangelo, Picasso, Dali, and Gogh

Many famous artists you already know

daVinci, Pollock, Degas, Seurat

These and more you could put in a vat

Stir, and enjoy beautiful brews of their day

Add Rivera, Renoir, Rodin, Kahlo, Monet

Matisse, Lewis, Bartolini, and Kapoor

Serra, Canova, Donatello, or Moore

The aesthetic values of all of these

Efforts and styles, they wanted the ease

Of being true to themselves above all and

Would never know how their art would enthrall.

https://dailypost.wordpress.com/prompts/aesthetic/

January, probably my least favorite month.  Cold, dreary, tiring.  So for the good news, only a couple of weeks to go!  My answers to SYW this week:

1.  I have two closet doors in my room.  One is always cracked open because I have a shoe hanger with a bunch of pockets on the inside of it.  It’s open because I have padded the top hooks in order not to damage the door.  The other closet is full of stored items, like Fibber McGee’s closet, so rarely open it.

2.  I haven’t stayed in a hotel for a year and a half, but used to take the little shampoo to put in my husband’s shaving kit for when he traveled.  We stayed in an antique hotel in Austin,Texas and I loved the Sandlewood soap they provided, so yes, took it home.

3.  My usual bedtime is about 11-1.  I read or write blogs, do a puzzle to relax enough, then try to sleep.  My leg muscles don’t like to relax.

4.  I don’t use Post-a-Notes.  I used to, a lot.  Now I’m not that busy, and have no place to stick them😄. If I write a note, I use pen and paper, or add it to reminders on my phone.

5.  The last time I wrote an actual letter was about a year ago.  In fact I penned about seven letters to a certain person and never sent them.  I also wrote a long letter to my sister when her husband passed away in July’15.  Since I use the iPad so much, my (used to be great) handwriting is not as legible as it needs to be.

6.  Definitely a phobia of being closed in.  I do not tour submarines, etc.  I also don’t care for spiders.

7.  I used to be 5’5″.  Sadly I am now, according to the doc, 5’1″. ***

I am grateful my granddaughter has recovered enough from two hip surgeries in December to go back to college this week.  Only 21, I feel badly for her.  This week my two grandsons were out of school on Tuesday and we went to a horrid movie, “Sleepless” —  Last time the 17 year old picks the movie.

Have a fun week everyone, and thank you for following, and especially for commenting. 💐🤠😉

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https://ceenphotography.com/2017/01/16/share-your-world-january-16-2017/

The sand filled his shoes, but he hardly noticed. His pack was not heavy, though it carried most of his life. He always had it when seeking something new, something undone. Adventure beckoned and often his body would follow. This walk and chill of the sea air was supposed to clear his mind. 

The bright light was coming nearer, warmth closing around him, filling the emptiness. Slowly his body was being lifted into the gold. “Where am I going?” he asked to no one. He was being transported, but to where? He closed his eyes, letting the glow carry him.

http://ramblingsofawriter2016.com/2017/01/19/100-word-wednesday-week-2-voice-at-sea/

Skimming over the blue

Swishing near the white

Soaring over the green

Sharply rising into the air

Slipping up and down

Like a dolphin.

https://allaboutwritingandmore.wordpress.com/2017/01/17/daily-picture-prompt-39/

I didn’t want to do it, but I did. I made a complaint. I know, but I didn’t have a choice. I can’t physically go up the stairs to talk to them, or put a note on their door. I was writing the apartment manager anyway about a repair needing done. I said in an apologetic form that I hated to be complaining, but the people above me are creating nights on end of sleeplessness for me, and probably others. I don’t know why they chose an upstairs apartment, since they pound, knock, slide furniture, use a treadmill, etc almost every night. I’m not talking about an occasional late night or regular noises. Using the treadmill or vacuum at two to four almost every morning is getting annoying. So, we’ll see if it worked. The manager said she would speak to them. I hope it doesn’t get worse now.

https://lindaghill.com/2016/12/31/just-jot-it-january-2017-complaint

 I think we need lemons also, if we’re going to have cocktails.  Limes, cherries, olives?”

“What?  Oh sure, sounds great.”  Jeff was looking at his tablet, as usual.  Barely listening to his wife as she rattled off items she needed.  The party was to introduce him to her new work friends.  Great, he thought. I can hardly wait.  Booorrring!  He glanced up just for a second to see her giving him that look.

” You know how much this means to me.  Why can’t you just go long with it?”  Her phone rang and of course she stopped to answer it.  

Jeff had been here before.  What is it with these meet-everybody-at-my-office parties?  You hear about fifty names you won’t remember an hour later, and when the jolly old St. Nick party comes, it’s the same thing all over again.  A waste of his time, he thought.  He had more important things on his mind.

“Sure, that would be great, Grace, bring that.  It’s your specialty!”  She hung up the phone and shook her head.  Why is it everytime you have a get-together everyone thinks you can’t LIVE without their contribution?   It’s not a potluck, it’s a cocktail party!  She looked at her list again.  Olives, gin, vodka, “I wonder if we should get stuff to make margaritas?”

“Huh?”  Jeff looked up briefly from his tablet.  He finally found someone to buy that old motorcycle.  Two minutes, that’s all he needed.  Two minutes!

Julie couldn’t believe it.  Jeff should be happy for her and this new job. Her phone rang again.  This time it was Kevin saying he was happy to accept her invitation.  She crossed off another name on the list.  She was excited to see most of them were coming.  If only Jeff would put that damn thing down so we could talk.

Jeff almost had the deal sealed when he jumped at the sound of his wife’s voice.  “Jeff!  Are you listening?”

“I almost have the bike sold, hold on!”  Julie’s phone rang again.  As she answered it, she caught the look on Jeff’s face. She remembered that look.  

“Thanks, Carol. I’ll have to call you back.”  Jeff pushed the tablet aside.  For a moment they just stared at each other.  They each turned off their devices.  Julie put the list in her purse.  

They each started to speak at the same time.  “Let’s have a drink.”

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A kick of coffee

Should inspire you to write

And shake the cobwebs

Out of mind and out of sight

Growth will come from this delight.

http://ramblingsofawriter2016.com/2017/01/18/weekly-tanka-prompt-challenge-week-28-inspire-growth/

My friend over in Australia

Never ceases to avail ya

Of a funny poem or story

Or a murder oh so gory

Since I’m on permanent vacation

I offer up this invitation

To write a story or love poem

While listening to La Bohème

We’ll see if he responds

Or frightened, he absconds

With pen and paper or typewriter

Or write it, making my day brighter.

https://dailypost.wordpress.com/prompts/invitation/