Monday, Dec 8
National Brownie Day
Caramel Brownies
Spaceships & Laser Beams
Caramel Brownies are rich, gooey, and wildly irresistibleā¦ a swirl of chocolate and caramel that turns any Monday into a treat-yourself moment.
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The criminal tried to foster participation with his days of speechifying lies and still imagined he could change things. His warped mind would sink into a thicket of hate filled ideas. The latest sky high proposal was to build a fake bomb to threaten authorities. No influence by therapists or relatives could rinse away his evil thoughts. Since no prescribed medications were consumed by him, he finally ended up in jail.
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*A tough group of wordsš
Wordle 734
She answered the familyās queries
With ājust peachyā as to how she felt
In spite of no red and green decorations
Her consciousness wouldnāt reveal indications
Of loneliness, her lack of spirit
Did not want them to hear it
For the turbulence would start
Even though it came from their hearts.
She wanted her independence
And not their constant attendance
But accepted their pleas
They decorated with ease
And her seasonal joy returned.
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FOWC With Fandango ā Consciousness
RDP SATURDAY: TURBULENCE
Weekly Prompts Colour challenge – Red
spite
Just Peachy
āWhereās the phone? You know, Martha, this modern gadget is irritating. I might as well go back to my office and use my old telex. That would be a lot easier than this tiny slippery cel phone that I can never find. And whatās up with earphones? Now I canāt hear your conversations! Iām going down to Smithās antiques and see if he has an old handset!ā Charlie slammed the door on his walker on his way out.
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Three Things Challenge #MM265
a picture
thousand words needed
beauty saved
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evergreen tableau
bright life framed reality
a vibrant art form
natural beauty display
cleverly posed not still life
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**just could not do a proper haiku with this photoš
SenHai Saturday #29
āThe wait of nine months may seem a long time. Really, itās notā, her doctor stated.
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Weekend Writing Prompt #445 – Wait
Abundance describes how Christmas used to be when my children were small, many years ago. I always tried to get the one thing they wanted more than anything else, and then the stockings were overfilled and their favorite. Today a local news article reported the homeless shelter here in the city was ransacked and trashed by a few residents, causing it to be closed til next year and repairs could be made and afforded. Volunteers showed themselves in abundance, for construction, appliances, and repairs. This is the meaning of Christmas.
Blessings
Volunteer help
Giving and living seen
Loving thy neighbor in real life
Season
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Open Link Night 397 + December Live
The color on this chart that jumps out at me is cyan. A remarkable thing happened in 1967 as I was living in Houston, Texas, sitting in a Big Boy restaurant with my husband. I was pregnant and it was summer, no air conditioning in our car and every Friday night we went grocery shopping and ate out. I was young, nineteen, and a trip to the store was exhausting in hot humid weather. By the time we got into the checkout line at the grocery, I had to sit down by the side, feeling faint. When we were in the restaurant and waiting for our hamburgers, I spotted a young couple and their baby. The baby was dressed as a girl, had red curls and unbelievable eyes, the color cyan. They stood out as bright as the swatch of color you see above. I was a redhead and I thought, I hope our baby is as beautiful as she. I had a boy with dark brown curly hair š and no redheads, or cyan eyes.
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Colors
There you are in your golden tower
Rows of soldiers in the bowers
Is he afraid theyāll soon discover
Why heās asking for them to hover
Red white and blue waves over them
Their minds fixed and numb
Only the bravest will succeed
In denying his illegal deeds.
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I woke up to 21 degrees F and went back to bed. Since morning chores done, it has warmed to 34F. Yesterdayās melted ice has hardened and now slick. It seems my granddaughterās college break is taking forever to arrive. Iām not doing any shopping, Christmas or otherwise. I put out a few decorations and will find my light strings but donāt think Iāll put up a tree. I wish you all a safe and healthy holiday season!
The Friday Reminder and Prompt for #SoCS Dec. 6, 2025
To die, to sleep, perchance to dream? All I want is to sleep! One night, no dreams, no thoughts running through my head.
To die? Well Iām not that desperate yet. As a matter of fact I did die once, and before you ask, no, niet, nada. Not a light, not an angel, no pearly gates, nothing. I didnāt even know I actually āpassed onā till I read the doctorās report of my death. Talk about an eyeopener, literally! A second time I thought I was dying and so did everyone else in the room, doctors and nurses included. That was scary, because I realized what was happening.
This week while family gathered, we were joking around, speaking about the ages of different ones. I mentioned something about Iāll be dead before then, and my daughter pipes up, āwerenāt you dead already, a couple of times? Youāll outlive all of us!ā We all laughed, and I said, āOh, my, God help us all!ā And I meant it. Iām already getting what I describe as crotchety, proven today by losing patience with my 13 year old grandson. Heās emulating the ādrive you nuts, but Iām lovableā style of his older brother. He and his older sister were here to wrap presents and the day before was horribly busy and tiring. Having only two hours sleep, I was not my usually grandma persona. And they donāt believe me if I say thatās enough, Iām serious! Because Iām not usually serious. And they can make me smile even if Iām mad. Does that make me a pushover?
Back to the sleep. After todayās wrapping half the day and entertaining the ten year old tonight, Iām pooped out. A side note, when my first grandson heard that for the first time, he thought it meant something else. See how my mind works? No wonder I canāt sleep! I am physically tired. Iām yawning. Why canāt I sleep? Itās 5:22 AM. Iām writing this because sleep just wonāt come. Hamlet had it easy.
The Bag Lady 
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