Here I am again, urging you to see “The Greatest Showman” while it’s still on the big screen. And don’t be late! The opening scene is not to be missed featuring a silhouette of Hugh Jackman that will make you fall in love with this movie right from the start. The YouTube scene below is about Hugh (Barnum) trying to convince Zac (Carlisle) to join him. As I said before, the music and dancing is infectious. It will be hard to sit still. I wanted to get up and dance. And the message of inclusion and tolerance is a good one. Take your kids, all ages!
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Carrot Ranch Flash Fiction- Edge
I read your words
I fell in love
I heard your voice
I fell deeper
I felt your touch
I fell harder
I couldn’t help myself
I went to the edge
I let myself go
I fell freely
I fell without thought
I fell with conviction
I fell without constraints
You said you’d be waiting
You said dare to fly
You said I’d be safe
You said go to the edge
You said you’d catch me
We made promises
We trusted our feelings
We loved without boundaries
We went to the edge
We fulfilled our dream
We are one.
https://carrotranch.com/2018/01/25/january-25-flash-fiction-challenge/
JusJoJan 26 – Address
Are you seeing the ads for Bitcoin? Do you know what it is? Let’s address the subject. I have read, seen videos, and listened to an explanation, and I still don’t get how it’s “mined”. It seems to me to be a volatile way of spending money, and I’m too old fashioned to be interested. Having had my bank account hacked a couple of times, I guess I have problems trying to figure out how this wouldn’t be a dangerous way of spending. What are your thoughts? Maybe the “Math With Bad Drawings” blog person can explain it to me.😳🙄
Watch “How Does BitCoin Work?” on YouTube:
http://lindaghill.com/2018/01/26/jusjojan-daily-prompt-january-26th-2018/
The Secret Keeper 125
It was so cold that the minute I stepped outside and took a breath, the inside of my nose froze. I remembered that happening when I was a child in Vermont. It wasn’t the only thing that brought a smile to my face. Being “home”, the snowy atmosphere brought back memories of my sister and I taking turns to see if ice on the small pond was thick enough to skate on. I doubt our mother would have approved.
Growing up in a small farm community, walking for miles to play with a friend, made our tiny schoolhouse a meeting place for children. Especially in winter you were there, despite the weather. All day you could interact with them, like them or not. Most mothers didn’t drive in those days, and farmers could only afford one vehicle, other than a tractor of course, so the main vehicle took father to his day job. Families could not exist on farm income alone.
The classes in the one room schoolhouse were small, usually only four to a class. My class had two boys and two girls. There was Bobby who thought it great fun to eat his lunch which always contained a banana, with his mouth open the whole time. Of course he sat right in front of me, so I endured his lunchtime, with hardly any appetite for my own, and definitely, no bananas. After lunch we all headed out to the playground. We didn’t have snow days. If we got sick we stayed in a corner by the pot belly stove away from the others just in case whatever it was might be catching. No mothers drove to pick you up for any reason, you just waited for the small bus to drop you off at the end of the day.
Memories of playing in the cold flooded my mind as I walked. I thought of Henry who thought we were fooling him when we said his tongue would freeze to the swing set. How we laughed when he tried it. He was always bugging the girls, coming up behind them, grabbing and hugging. No one could really stand him. But even with his behavior, we all felt a little sorry for him when he tried to peel off his tongue.
One of the best treats was the spring weather when we could play in the trees on the outskirts of the grassy play area. Wild flower hunting contests, skating down the remaining small sliver of ice in the shaded areas was another thing we looked forward to.
I reached my destination, the old swimming hole my father dug out for us, now completely frozen and safe to skate on. I donned my adult size skates and cleared off a smooth area. I wouldn’t stay long, just long enough to complete the memory of being eight or nine, here on this patch of ice. It was very cold so I knew it was safe.
http://secretkeeper.net/2018/01/22/weeklu-writing-challenge-125/
MLMM Heeding Haiku with Chevrefeuille – 1-24-18
Seeing starlight now
Blue sparkles reflected there
Beauty in your eyes
MLMM Tale Weaver 156
She moved this way
He moved that
He loved her sway
She liked his hat
Their relationship was elite
Except he had two left feet
He would watch her from the chair
She would dance around him there
He would sit completely in a daze
Loving the way her body swayed
Love was her language with her body
Onlookers might have thought it shoddy
Their relationship was perfect
There was never any defect
If you’re having lover problems
Body language might just solve them.
JusJoJan 25 – Prediction
If I was a scholar I think I would make a prediction that there will be no proof showing up in the Russia scandal involving Mr. Trump. He is too powerful. His wealth and influential buddies have and will continue to cover for him. Collusion, nepotism, have just seemed to go by the wayside. He’s thought of as childlike; other worldly positions of power have dismissed him. It’s sad to see that what was supposed to be the leader of the free world, is just a blowhard, being ridiculed. He deserves it.
Daily Prompt: Trill
My only thought of course was this song we used to sing as children. I was five when Patti Page sang this song. It paints a lovely innocent picture of life as we knew it then. Definitely not appropriate in today’s world.
MLMM Wordle 184
I’ve gotten myself a bit behind. I tried to move to a new location, one without memories. My abysmal attempt to leave, quietly but with firm determination, has failed. It’s as if I’ve been sent to Windglum along with all the growling natives, but it wouldn’t dampen my memories.
Your touch, that long sweet kiss of goodbye, a kiss that would send me reeling every time. I tried. I was trying to forget all of it, the long conversations, your clever sense of humor, the feel of just sitting by your side doing nothing. At night I found myself flailing about in our bed, wondering why you weren’t right beside me as always.
Life is not a Harlequin romance novel. It’s a comet streaking across the sky, only experienced by a special few who choose to look. I had that experience, seeing the wonder. It occurs infrequently, but it does exist.
I tried turning over a new leaf, finding someone else. I searched the sky every night after you left. I don’t think I’ll ever see or feel the stars explode again, as I did when we watched them, together as one.
Daily Prompt: Dominant
Usually your left or right side is dominant. It occurred to me today ( why I think of these things?)that in the military, you’re told to “dress right” but when marching, the dominating instructor always shouts “left” for every step to keep people in line.
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