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Until I was fifteen I lived on a dairy farm and I “hung out” outdoors in all types of weather, or in the hay barn or milking area with the cows. The acres of varied land was a huge playground. I’ve written a few times about all the things I was able to enjoy.

When I entered high school I was driven there and back by my dad who worked at the machine shop, and I arrived at school very early and then had to hang out after to be driven home when he got off work. Most of the time I did my homework at these times but a treat I loved was going to the local drugstore soda fountain for a coke and probably French fries😂. It was on my way through town down to the machine shop parking lot where I stayed in the car til dad came to drive home. It was fun at the fountain with a friend and we liked trying cokes with added flavorings; there was even one where the guy put in all the flavors, named “the graveyard”.

I wasn’t allowed to date but when I could get together it usually involved candlepin bowling at the town alley and later on I was allowed to go to the Friday night dance held by the firemen in town.

Sometimes I visited my mom who was also working in town at a laundry/dry cleaners. That was really hard work doing hospital sheets, towels, etc on a huge mangle machine.

I remember eating out maybe once a week at the town diner then but until we moved to town we didn’t eat “out”. My parents always knew where I was and I didn’t dare upset the apple cart. I did once when a senior and it didn’t end well.

After high school when working at the Army lab, I lived away from home. After work nurses, secretaries and other women friends would hang out watching the GIs play ball, party at their residences, barbecues at their camp, or visit the college town. There were stores—my favorite was a stationary. I was fascinated by all the different products, especially unusual papers and cards.

Now my hangout time is plentiful since I’m “retired” and I don’t get around much since I always have to ask someone to drive me. Most of my hangout time is with family.

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https://lssattitudeofgratitude.wordpress.com/2022/07/14/throwback-thursday-47-hanging-out/

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http://cyranny.com/2022/07/13/july-13th-1minfiction-challenge/

I finally have a door to show—one of my granddaughter’s photos when visiting New York City, NY last week.

http://nofacilities.com/2022/07/14/return-to-old-wethersfield/

• Let’s go with A MOMENT of CLARITY this week.
• Post the poem to your blog by JULY 19, tag Go Dog Go Cafe, and include a link that leads readers back to this post.
• Add the link for your poem in the comments below.
• Read one or two of other writer’s links…we all get better together.

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A moment of clarity happens when you are suddenly stopped short by something, such as a diagnosis of disease.

first incredulous

mind wanders around too much

about family

thinking worst scenarios

then a faith starts to kick in

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http://godoggocafe.com/2022/07/13/haibun-wednesday-july-13-2022/

Choice

Your own

One you make

From your own mind

Yours

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https://wordcraftpoetry.com/2022/07/12/tankatuesday-poetry-challenge-no-280-specificform-lanturne-or-lanterne/

Joe ran to close the windows and after there were all closed doors too, he plopped down in his overstuffed chair. A thunderstorm with lightning flashes among the purple clouds was an event he never wanted to miss. He had already positioned the comfy chair in front of the picture window in the library, along with a small table where the tea cozy and cup were patiently awaiting his attention. “Bring it on, Zeus!”

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http://godoggocafe.com/2022/07/12/tuesday-writing-prompt-challenge-july-12-2022/

1. Set up a timer or sit near a clock so you can keep track of the six minutes you will be writing.
2. You can either use one of the prompts (photo or written) or you can free-write.

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http://christinebialczak.com/2022/07/12/simply-6-minutes-welcome-to-the-challenge-07-12-2022/

When you go to the urologist and they ask “can you provide a sample?” No, I just came for the atmosphere.

https://lindaghill.com/2022/07/13/one-liner-wednesday-true-story-2/

started at my chest and rose to a bright red on my forehead. Anger of the worst kind…revenge…was exploding in my thoughts. That little weasel, thinking he can come here! He knows I come here every morning and he has the audacity to do the same?

I rose up quickly, knocking my chair to the floor, and purposely strode over to the poor excuse for a man and slapped him, hard. “Take that, you coward!”

The NYC crowd was the usual group who never flinched at much that happened anymore, and went back to their conversations. Joe was not even embarrassed, remembering how he called her a slut after their night together. He had made it a daily water cooler exchange at the office.

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https://fivedotoh.com/2022/07/12/fandangos-story-starter-54/

• Write a poem inspired by one of the lines given in response to the challenge. You may choose any poetry form.
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Anyone who ever gave you confidence, you owe them a lot.” ― Truman Capote, Breakfast at Tiffany’s and Three Stories

***ever grateful to this person who encouraged and helped me to start a blog

chance meeting enjoyed

humor, wit further enticed

relationship found

sparks of confidence needed

provided by a stranger

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http://dversepoets.com/2022/07/12/poetics-breakfast-at-tiffanys/