Uh…..hi! I didn’t see you there. Sorry, I’m a bit indisposed. Just ignore that black spitup….I’ve been burying my eggs, and covering them takes a lot of effort. I told Harvey to help, but you know men, never around when you need them. What? Oh, yeah, the spit. No, I’m okay, I just ate lunch, Harvey treated me to some caviar. We celebrated the burial ritual. What’s that you say, eating fish eggs seems weird for a turtle?
http://allaboutwriting.net/2016/12/06/daily-picture-prompt-2/
When it comes to computers, I don’t know all
In fact my technical knowhow’s quite small
If I do learn a skill, I forget it at will
I’d like to remember, try to recall
Hyper text transfer protocol.
I think my favorite is “Nothing yet”
Why are you hurrying by?
Please give our home a try.
It needs some repair,
Don’t climb the stairs!
Why run away
On this fine day,
The sun is still out
Do we have to shout?
While the sky is light
We won’t give a fright
Our house needs some friends
Anyone you can send?
Don’t leave, just tarry
We’re not that scary.
We’re just regular trees.
I know we need leaves.
But the season is autumn.
Our leaves fell to the bottom
Look, see where they are?
Some near, and some far.
Our house needs a family
So very desperately.
The garden needs care
And our roots are bare.
Our home’s shabby and rotting
We’re sad, been forgotten
Don’t run away, please
We’re just lonely old trees.
daily-picture-prompt-1 /allaboutwriting.net
She looked in the mirror, “These trousers look mannish”!
My thoughts in the shop
Was my love would not stop,
But in her bedroom at home
She appeared as a gnome.
The pants were too short and too wide.
They mustn’t be the first ones I spied,
The store mirror must be off key
This item no longer flatters me!
The fabric’s too wild
Not even tie dyed
Could be this bold,
Or my eyesight’s too old?
“I thought there were stripes,
But these huge flowers, yipes!
If I laid in a garden,
One might be regarding
How well I fit in
Until they got up to my chin”.
Taking them off she surveyed her body.
“My shape’s not bad, it’s even been lauded.
So off to the store with these trousers so mannish,
I want to show my curves, not make them vanish”!
It’s only 10:00PM here, so still Monday. I can tell you something very good. My oldest son went in for ACL surgery today and came out fine. He’ll only be fifty next birthday, but was injured playing on the baseball team. Here’s a picture of him when he joined a group of adventurers in the PBS series “Colonial House”. He’s a cool dude!
https://amommasview.wordpress.com/2016/12/05/tell-me-something-good-34/
Those cupcakes look delicious!
1. The thing I value most in a friend is trust. If you have that, everything else just follows.
2. I absolutely love frosting, but wouldn’t lick it off like a child…..I prefer eating both the cake and frosting combined. A lot messier eating a cupcake, but tastes great!
3. I tried to tour the inside of a submarine in California. After taking a tour on a ship, the below decks with the engines etc, was almost too much, so no submarine. (Claustrophobic me)
4. 100 people my age – I would think about 50% would be as satisfied with life as I am. I am about 80% satisfied with my life, at the present time.
I am grateful to have spent the weekend at a choir concert and dinner at the Tortilla Factory after, with my family.
It doesn’t take a lot to make me happy😉This week will probably involve some Christmas shopping, so that will be fun.
http://ceenphotography.com/2016/12/05/share-your-world-2016-week-49/
This Prompt is a difficult one. If asked fifty years ago I would have no problem mentioning serious things in my life that I thought were sacred truths. Now at the age of seventy with lots of life and learning experiences behind me, I have to think about this word with more scrutiny.
When I was an impressionable sixteen year old and loved the small Northern Baptist church I attended, I chose to be baptized. I loved teaching Sunday school classes. Behind the scenes activities I witnessed lessened my admiration and respect for certain church members, but I still attended regularly, loved the minister, and continued to teach, eventually marrying in the same church, at nineteen. My faith in God hadn’t changed but the sanctity of the church and actions of some members changed my thoughts on the value of attending church regularly. I was disillusioned and naive at that age.
Moving to TX and trying to attend a Southern Baptist church was another disappointment. “Hell and damnation” literally yelled from the high pulpit down on all the “sinful” attendees while our frightened children were quickly whisked away somewhere unknown, was more than I could take. I haven’t attended church regularly since. At that time of civil unrest and war, this religious experience only added to my reduced idealism.
Many years after, there were times in our family when we attended services and a friendly reverend came to our home to pray with us for a family member. These were heartfelt and special.
When I think of sacred, I envision the old time chapels with candles, angels, and possibly, stained glass windows. I don’t envision huge gold constructs of wealth. That’s just me. I am an observer and when I see people attending a wealthy church, tithing and then going back to their poverty stricken lives, it doesn’t strike me as anything near to sacred.
I expect criticism for this post, so don’t be afraid to let me have it. I can take it. My goal in writing here on WP is to discover how others think and let you know how I think, if you’re interested. My opinions are my own.
I love music, romantic movies, and poetry, but can anyone find their one true love, or are we destined to always be looking? And if we suspect we have found them, what if they don’t find us? Can love last for years on end, is it really credible to think that we as humans can be satisfied with one love for over fifty years?
Wolves have one mate only. They have families, and the pack is the love of their life. If animals can choose one mate and be content, why is it so difficult for humans? We are supposed to be superior in mind, but our happiness and rewards in life are sometimes less than wolves?
I only know five couples who share that kind of lasting love and commitment. How many can you honestly say you know? I’m not writing of persons who “stay together for the children”. I am interested to know about the lasting love and passion of people who married or not, stay together.
I’m so glad there’s no one else on this platform. The train is late, it’s always late, so there should be more people waiting here, strange. I wouldn’t have taken the train if I knew this would happen. She pulled at her skirt, but even the white stockings couldn’t cover her indiscretion. I still can’t believe I actually did it. It must have been the tequila!
Meeting her sorority sisters after all this time, I guess I just wanted to see if I could still cut it, keep up. It was so hard when I was young and wanted to fit in. I thought being accepted by them would give me a way to do that. After a few weeks I realized it was just a club of wealthy, husband seeking women. Not for me, I wanted to be successful, have a career, be a “modern” woman.
Why are the Sunday trains always late? I need to be home early, I have meetings tomorrow. I should have left the reunion yesterday. Then last night wouldn’t have happened, and I’d be waking up in my own comfy bed. Instead I’m here on the side of the tracks, hoping no one notices me.
The dinner with her college friends was pleasant, each woman secretly trying to impress the others. Ten years gone by and nothing really changed except some hopes were realized, and some disintegrated. No one really admitted it out loud, but dreams were just that, dreams, and life is reality. She couldn’t complain of her own circumstances, she was a successful journalist with world travels at her back. The baby pictures shown did not impress her, she was perfectly happy as she was.
The night drew on and a few alumni decided to visit a bar down the street. She did some work related socializing, so was used to the atmosphere and the insincere banter. Her spirits rose as she lifted the shots of tequila. After an hour or two of conversing, she and another woman decided to walk outside for some fresh air. They were relaxed and uninhibited from the alcohol. They linked arms and swayed down the street, laughing at some advertising in the window of an all-night tattoo parlor. She looked at her companion, gave her a wink, and persuaded her to enter the establishment. It was unexpectedly neat and clean. Various papers hung on the walls depicting the latest tattoo trends. She suddenly felt unburdened by convention – this wasn’t something women did, and certainly not unattended by a man. The two women stood transfixed upon the owner, a heavily inked man, only wearing jeans and sandals. Every part of his upper body showing hundreds of pictures and sayings. They were fascinated.
She made a split second decision. She wanted her friend to see how independent she had become. She moved up to the man and asked about some of the drawings on his arms. He was more than proud to tell the stories. Her friend slumped down in a chair, realizing any protest made would go unheeded. After listening a while, she decided. I want a tattoo of my favorite quote. Where will it hurt the least?
Now here she was, in full view of God and country, with an indelible souvenir. Why is the Sunday train always late?
The concert was sweet and dinner was nice
Being with family should have sufficed
But always the lingering thought emerges
Her mind is with him, her thinking submerges
Into a sea of worrisome things
And she starts again, wondering
If he’s safe, is he well, did he read the letter?
They both decided that this way was better
To wait, to forego the impulse of passion
At the time it seemed wiser to ration
Their dreams, to see if feelings would lessen
Now she is mourning this concession.
The Bag Lady 
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