One-Liner Wednesday – Reason #27 Why Sign Language is Our Friend
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Laura’s Music Challenge
Asking for a video of a song that reminds me of the meaning of Memorial Day, I think of this from the musical “Hair”. Watching those soldiers March into the plane makes me cry every time.
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Word of the Day: Delicious
The last couple of weeks
Nothing delicious
I suppose you could say
It was nutritious
Applesauce, banana, toast and rice
To appease your insides, trying to “make nice”
It’s not bad for a few days
As long as those choices keep away
The nasties you don’t want to experience
However, sadly, there is no variance
A diversion to a hot creamy coffee
Not good, then you start feeling offy.
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I know, terrible. ; 0
P.S. Anyone know how to get into your dashboard? My old link doesn’t work.
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Sammiscribbles Weekend Writing Prompt #107
Spin, you might call it that. I’d like to spin out of this spiral of flu I have. If I never see another cup of applesauce, piece of dry toast or even smell a banana, it will be too soon. Rice also used to be a friendly white food, but I only had one serving left and that was a week ago. I stepped out and made a packet of instant oatmeal last night. Woohoo! Maple sugar flavor…see the word “flavor?” It was good and I haven’t seen it again, so far.
https://sammiscribbles.wordpress.com/2019/05/25/weekend-writing-prompt-107-spin/
Monday Movie
In remembrance
MLMM First Line Friday 5-24-19
The sky looked like ink, no stars, just black; that’s how it began. We trudged on in spite of it. Grandfather’s heavy old silver flashlight would keep us on the path. It wouldn’t be too much further. The woods were thinning out and the bushes were clearing. We finally reached the gate and opened the front door.
There were no sounds coming from my grandparents as they sat motionless at the dining room table. They seemed alive but frozen. The beam of the flashlight swirled around the familiar home and we saw no signs of anything changed, no evidence of foul play.
We came because of a desperate muffled phone call from them. It was cut short as all the lights anywhere in town disappeared. There was no radio or television report of anything unusual except a blackout warning. They had been occurring frequently since the construction started on a new research facility outside of town.
Our grandparents were alive, as we determined from feeling for a pulse, just unmoving and unresponsive. The receiver from the landline phone was still laying on the table, and I replaced it, as if that small action would suddenly animate them. I felt a slow panic crawling up my spine as I started to realize what could have happened.
Rumors bandied about at the local diner concerning other elderly people found unresponsive in their homes, but seemingly fully recovered the next day. It hadn’t occurred to anyone these incidents happened in sync with the blackouts. This night I recalled the rumors and thought this is what has happened to my own grandparents. I tried to push the panic away thinking they too would be fine in the morning hours. We stayed the rest of the night there at the table with them. Dawn came and nothing changed. We tried shaking them awake but as we did, they slumped down, now lifeless.
The secret research facility now completed, the need for the elderly passed as did the blackouts. The usefulness of the older bodies was now complete. The nights returned with moonlight. The horror of the past months’ events seemed to be stricken from the residents’ minds. The only reminder being the rows of newly heaped soil in the graveyard. The relatively sudden deaths of the older townspeople was accepted as a sad, but natural experience.
https://mindlovemiserysmenagerie.wordpress.com/2019/05/24/first-line-friday-may-24th-2019/
Ronovanwrites Weekly Haiku Challenge
https://pixels.com/profiles/pierre-leclerc.html
Pink and sweet scented
Clustered hearts better than one
“All together” love
RonovanWrites #Weekly #Haiku #Poetry Prompt #Challenge #254 Sweet&Heart
SOCS May 24, 2019
I can’t say everything’s been rosy for the past 10 days since a not very nice bug came to visit and I’ve been more sick than I’ve been since post surgery in 2015.
I spent time at urgent care and then my regular doc when things didn’t improve, some unpleasant tests, IV, and still on the brat diet. Paranoia set in as it always does with post cancer victims so the inspiration to write was hiding under the covers with me.
Today I feel practically normal and will write a bit if this incessant headache leaves.
Sorry to be a bummer. This is true stream of consciousness…..I do wish a good weekend to all!
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