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A last minute road trip with my daughter and granddaughter to CO where we lived for years, driving straight through and visiting friends and relatives. So wonderful a break from my sad and depressing family news, reuniting and resolving some old issues. The landscape brought great memories of previous travels and areas that I hadn’t seen for eight years. Here are two take away photos – turn up for sound! This is my idea of heaven:

Above – This was from car so a bit odd😀

It was my daughter’s idea and of course as usual, she knows what I love and need most. Even though WY and CO border each other they are very different—think I got a needed green and tree fix finally👍🏻🥰

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I haven’t been on here much. I’m trying to keep my head above water as my older sister just died and my other sister just diagnosed with three cancers. in hospital. I’m an emotional person at the best of times but now I’m a puddle. I’ll probably post oldies for a while but I am reading yours. 👍🏻

Daily Prompt:  Flee

I was just getting up, not quite awake

When the front door started to shake.

Sitting on the edge of the bed I just listened

So early the moonlight still glistened

Through the cracks in the blinds

I tried to clear my mind.

What could be making all this prattle

The door on loose hinges started to rattle

A delivered package? From the bed I rose

They did not read my note, I suppose.

I left a note on the door you see

To leave any parcels for delivery

There on the outside of my door

Cause answering quickly is a hard chore.

After some scraping, thumping, and thuds

I heard a voice say “Hey, what’s up, Bud”?

I froze on the spot

Who could that be, what?

“Hey, you changed things in here quite a lot”

I sat very still, while the guy had a thought.

“Oh, my god, I am sorry!, Oh, my god, oh my god”.

You’d think I’d be nervous and scared

For this strange guest I was not prepared.

I stayed in my room, quiet as a mouse

Since no light was on it was dark in my house.

“Oh, my god, I’m so sorry, I thought this was Dave’s!”

Trying to be quiet while laughing I craved

The intruder kept saying how sorry he was

Then shuffled and mumbled, at the door he paused.

“Sorry again, I, uh, please forgive me”

I heard his footsteps as out he did flee.

True story!

http://allaboutwriting.net/2016/12/12/daily-prompt-flee/

http://fivedotoh.com/2023/06/30/fandangos-flashback-friday-june-30th/

One-Liner Wednesday – Day One is in the Bag

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#TankaTuesday Weekly #Poetry Challenge No. 326, 6/27/23

This week’s Story Starter teaser is: When Ida discovered that she could hear the voices of the dead speaking to her when she tuned into a certain radio station, she decided to…

tune in every hour. She said missed her husband so much and just being able to hear his voice again would be be wonderful. She called the station to see if they could request a certain voice to hear.

Of course my dear! It’s only $100 a minute to speak to them, that is if they choose to speak to you, too!

Ida said his name was Joe Schmo and they seemed to respond immediately.

Apparently Joe has been waiting for your request!

Ida waited and then she suddenly heard her late husband’s voice: “I was wondering if you would try to contact me—and if you think I’m giving you the combination to that old safe, forget it! It’s your fault I “fell” down those basement steps! By the way, it took you five days to find me? Uh huh. Go to hell, Ida!

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http://fivedotoh.com/2023/06/27/fandangos-story-starter-103/

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And So it Began

Hurry up, my wife cooked a pot roast for tonight and I can’t wait!

You know what the mayor said, get the body in there and cover it up quick!

But isn’t this crazy? All the guy did was show up in a dress at the bar. Almost everyone there knew him and even liked him! So why all the covering up and fuss?

Why all the fuss? You would want to see a guy in a dress in a bar?

Well if he’s brave enough to do it then why not? Who really cares anyway? So he’s wearing a dress? You know those guys down in the Irish pub? Every year they dress up in kilts to celebrate their clan heritage. No one seems to take offense at that!

What’s a kilt? Is that a dress?

No, it’s a blanket fashioned into a skirt of sorts.

I guess it was just this guy’s poor luck that he was beaten to death.

Poor luck? Apparently he didn’t realize the the mayor’s henchmen’s were there. Sorry, whoever you were. Shovel faster, I want to get home and forget this nasty business.

http://christinebialczak.com/2023/06/27/simply-6-minutes-welcome-to-the-challenge-06-27-2023/

http://gmgblog.ca/2023/06/26/five-word-weekly-challenge-2326/