I never thought of my home as a palace However the need of repair was a malice Electric outlets were a precious few All needed a basic renew The outside eaves were moldy and musty Wires next to them were dirty and dusty The porch door was loose on its hinges Neighborhood cats came in on binges Bathroom was small and too confining Caused more than a bit of whining Windows had roll out handles Only worked when not covered in brambles Cement steps were used front and back Had to be careful of the cracks.
I try not to think of WordPress as an adversary, but refuse to be contrite after thinking it safe to update once again. I believe I am no exception, thinking, disaster! I’ve now lost the ability to use the classic editor, which means images take forever to load and are just what they appear, no adjustments.🥴
The daily sheen of streaming sun in my bedroom window is a sharp reminder that morning has come. By other’s rights, I should try to cover the blinds with a curtain of some kind that would keep me snoozing a while longer when the line of brightness seeks to wake me. But like a moth to a flame, there is nothing but streaks of sun I prefer. I feel free without the sounding fray of an alarm.
Stay the course. Accept the challenge. The instructor is coarse and difficult, but his approach is a ruse. Except for a few extremely timid students, he will pass every pupil who works hard.
Julie looked up to the neon sign and knocked on the door below it. It’s going to be okay she told herself, it’s only temporary.
Words uttered by every woman entering these doors told themselves—“just till”. For Julie the idea of dancing for strangers wearing tiny strips of material was only the beginning. Her self esteem crashed, resulting in drug induced nights to withstand strangers’ touches.
Returning home in early morning, it seemed her children looked right through her and she felt she was disappearing. This was not the only way up. This was not how she intended her family to survive.
I woke up fuzzy headed, it must have been a long night. My eyes seem to have technicolor lenses as I look out my window. I must have drunk more than I thought or maybe I was drugged? I see purple everywhere. I stumble to the bathroom and look in the mirror. My eyes are black and blue, head’s killing me.
What could have happened I wonder?
Then my roommate Joe came to stand beside me, put his hand on my shoulder. “That was some party, man. I didn’t know you could fight like that! You have quite a temper!”
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