Jim tried to act normal while packing. The boys weren’t sure they wanted to go. A fishing trip with their stepdad should have been a happy occasion, but this was rushed. As Jim drove, he wondered how he could tell them their mother had just passed away in the hospital.
https://sammiscribbles.wordpress.com/2017/11/25/weekend-writing-prompt-30-journey/
How is everyone? Survive Black Friday? I never went into the fray. We all had frozen yogurt at Spooners, which is great yogurt by the way and lots of different flavors and toppings. We sat around taking pictures of each other in twos and laughed our heads off. We used the filter that exchanges your faces. A couple of us had beards, one bald, glasses, so it was a riot. I’m sure we acted like idiots, laughing so much, but it was well worth it. Everyone’s going back home tomorrow, back to college, back to work, so it will be quiet for a month now. Darn! 😂
I have been using some challenges and putting my own ink on them…does that qualify?😳🙄😂
Listened to Paul Simon this week, so this one is appropriate for my message above, because I do love them like a rock💓
http://lindaghill.com/2017/11/24/the-friday-reminder-and-prompt-for-socs-nov-25-17/
It was three o’clock and I was ready. I had been ready for a while. My son and his wife were going to be there, my grandson who I rarely see would be there. Circumstances, jobs, lack of transportation, make these reunions rare. I was getting more and more excited as the day wore on. I took a while longer than usual getting ready, picking clothes and doing my hair, etc. Finally the knock on the door and I was on my way.
Everyone was there already, and looking great. No one had changed much in the last year, no one but me. I had aged a lot in the last two years, not knowing why, really. Hugs and smiles all around as I was carried up the stairs to my chagrin.
Maybe I look frailer than I actually am, but was not permitted to walk the stairs. It’s times like these I realize I’m not as invincible as I think and it’s difficult to see that fact on family faces.
After lots of food and drinks were digesting, we played games, laughed till we were sick and the noisy chaos was enjoyed by all. The happy day is over and I realize my utter complete happiness involves my family.
https://mindlovemiserysmenagerie.wordpress.com/2017/11/23/tale-weaver-147-what-brings-you-joy/
I’m standing in the dark, but surrounded by white clouds. I feel them all pulling at me, they never give up. Everyone wants something, some things I cannot possibly give, but they never stop asking. My life is not my own, it’s theirs.
They are pulling life out of me. I am strong, but never able to stand without feeling their pull, the questions, the help, the problems, they all want my solutions. I have too many to answer. They don’t rely on themselves enough, they always ask my help.
I answer in different ways, but I am always there for them. I exist because of them.
https://mindlovemiserysmenagerie.wordpress.com/2017/11/21/photo-challenge-189/
I never had much of a problem learning to drive with a clutch. My dad being the impatient – maybe that’s where I get it – man that he was and the disciplinarian… took me down on the open river bank in our pea-green VW bug and said, “drive. When I tell you to go, go and when I tell you to stop, stop!” There was no one around, maybe some curious neighbors peering from their windows higher up on the bank.
Everything was going fine and I was doing well when he yelled “stop.” I made the mistake of asking why? I was told “you don’t need to know why, just do it.” The worst was being intimidated so much that I had no confidence in driving. I took Drivers’ Ed in school and did well with the big football coach teaching us.
At my state driver’s test I was doing great even with parallel parking. The very last part was going up a steep hill. I was told to stop in the middle of it, turn the car off and I did. Then he said okay, let’s go. I put in the clutch and the seat adjuster broke, so my feet couldn’t touch the pedals. I was hanging on to the steering wheel trying to pull myself forward enough to reach the pedals. The hill was very steep so made it difficult. The instructor pulled the emergency brake and I tried to adjust the seat but it was a goner. I had a small panic as cars were lining up closely behind me and rolling back at all would have caused an accident. The instructor was calm and said to go, apparently not realizing I couldn’t reach anything. He waved the car’s behind us to go by and he pushed my seat up and held it so I could get the car moving up and off the hill. I was so embarrassed when I got out of the car, I wasn’t getting back in. He told me I passed, but I wanted no part of it. How silly I was then, but I think part of it was my lack of confidence.
The gremlins were around late last night
This morning at four they decided to fight
I peeked out of the covers and turned on the light
The time on my phone gave me a fright
Only four? It’s the middle of the night!
These gremlins stay up pretty late
I do some puzzles and patiently wait
No use trying to sleep with all the noise
Wonder if they have teenage boys?
Oh well, I got up did some Thanksgiving prep
Returned to my bed, thank heavens I slept.
It’s now almost one in the afternoon
Turkey smells drift making me swoon
The skin is browning, stuffing gets baked
Maybe dessert will involve a cake.
Another day ushering in the season
For happiness, maybe some stress within reason
My wish for you all is just to enjoy
After all, that’s the original ploy.
It was Thanksgiving
And all through my apartment
The strong smell of turkey was wafting throughout
My daughter’s oven went on the blink
Could she use my oven–I had to think
Yes, of course, I said
Thinking with dread
What about my pie
You now see that I
Was making an apple dessert
But you need to know the rest of the dirt:
Was awakened at four couldn’t get back to sleep
Worried about the apple pie I would reap
I tossed and turned, finally I rose
Cold and dark, I slippered my toes
I decided to make MS’s pate brisee
Done it before, always turned out okay
Looked up the recipe on youtube
Oh yes I remember, I’m no rube
I fixed it all and stashed in the fridge
An hour to wait, I’ll just nap a smidge
At eight I was up to prepare the crust
Floured the counter with pastry dust
My apple corer must have taken vacation
Got a paring knife to start the seration
The phone rings before my first apple slice
Her oven’s not working and it would be nice
If she could use mine, of course I said yes
What’s Thanksgiving without a turkey to dress
The older girls now twenty-one and nineteen
Arrived shortly with the beast so keen
So it’s in the oven taking up space
The pie won’t be made, taking second place
The rest of the meal will be stovetop or nuked
First time for that but we will not be duped
Snacks and games till the bird is done
Later now, but we’ll laugh and have fun
The moral of the story is this
Relax and enjoy and don’t get pi–ed.
Five times a day, yep, no matter if there are tornado winds, an earthquake or flood, she gets a call from me. Five times a day, every day, all year, for the past five years.
Everyone loves their momma, right? But when daddy died, she turned into the neediest person you could imagine. If the world dissolved around us both, she would still expect me to call her at least five times a day. I think my daddy was a patient man.
It just occurred to me, he was a traveling sales man…
No wonder daddy lost his job!
http://carrotranch.com/2017/11/23/november-23-flash-fiction-challenge/
Just a note to say a big:
This blog has been a lot of things to me and I am thankful for all of them. It’s been an outlet for an old lady who doesn’t get out much. I share everything here and you don’t seem to mind, my rants, my happy times, my health and my worries. Here I’ve been able to travel around the world, see beautiful places, travel to art “museums” free of charge, be privileged to peek in your homes with your personal photographs, travel with you to places I’ll never see in person, feel your happiness, pain, relief, frustration. I’ve met great people here and that’s the very best!
Ode to Danny @ dreambigdreamoften.co
He asks the questions
As he always does
Usually difficult
Starting a buzz
You know Danny
Now he’s on vacation
But still asking questions
With no cessation
Before you answer
He makes you think.
Bloggers like this
Use lots of ink
I often answer
Always too quick
May not have mercy
With a comic shtick
Some questions are tricky
And hard to answer
Sometimes you need
To be a line dancer
Stepping either way too far
Your reputation might even be marred
Thanks, Danny for making us take time
Most answers I read are quite sublime.
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