My heart has empty nest syndrome.
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SoCS 2-22-20
Let’s hear it for the twos! Only available a few more days, get your twos right here! Okay, yes it’s that kind of morning. The only animal sounds I hear are dogs barking, but since I have new neighbors above me, I don’t hear them much at all. Unless you consider car alarm chirps, no sounds of the animal type anywhere and that is sad for a girl who grew up in the country. Like I said, it’s that kind of morning, so time for Snoopy:
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https://lindaghill.com/2020/02/21/the-friday-reminder-and-prompt-for-socs-feb-22-2020/
MLMM Saturday Mix
Welcome to the Saturday Mix – Lucky Dip, 22 February 2020!
For this week’s Lucky Dip, I have reached into my mystery bag and pulled out a Tautogram. The topic is up to you!
You may be thinking to yourself, What on earth is a Tautogram?
Luckily, Writer’s Digest has an explanation…
Tautogram Poems
The tautogram is best explained by its Greek root words of “tauto” meaning “the same” and “gramma” meaning “letter.” Basically, all words in the poem begin with the same letter.
So pick a letter–any letter–and get poeming!
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Putrid penny packing persons portraying polished professional people paraded public places, privately purloining precious peridot pendants–perfectly perpetrated, preventing possible prosecution
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https://mindlovemiserysmenagerie.wordpress.com/2020/02/22/saturday-mix-lucky-dip-22-february-2020
Attached
Do you ever get sentimental about objects? In this case it is a car, a 1994 Toyota Camry. It was named Freckle by the third driver, my granddaughter Saeda, because the paint on the hood was so damaged.
It has been a well used vehicle, travelling from TX to CO to AZ to CA, and all inbetween. It was my husband’s car for work and when he passed away in 2013, I gave the car to my oldest grandson. After he was older and bought a truck, it was passed to his sister, then a younger brother, then another sister.
Only a month old, it survived a crash on a Dallas street, in pouring night rain where we were rear ended by a pickup that left the scene immediately. It’s been through the mill with us.
When my grandson drove it here in Cheyenne, I hadn’t seen it in many months. We parked behind it as we were all meeting at the same place. I said, is that Dad’s car? And then started crying. Amazing how a thing can trigger such emotions.
MLMM Music Challenge 2-21-20
This is a favorite of mine by “Savage Garden”, such a lot of words I can relate to in their songs. “Crash and Burn”.
Fresh Start
Huddled under covers away from the cold
It’s warmer than yesterday, or so I’m told
It’s not just the weather that keeps me so confined
The news of plague and famine are currently on my mind
The affairs of state a vote can’t seem to change
A presidential palace needs to be rearranged
Loud debates of shouting, criticizing everyone
How is change to come about when we cannot think as one
Power and its money seem to win the lot
The helpless and the needy seem to always be forgot
We need a change, we need to think
We need to gather to gain strength
As the opposing forces will go to any length
Destroying friends and allies
Taking up with enemies
Forgetting about the masses
We need a fresh decade, new century.
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Fandango’s Friday Flashback
February 22, 2018. MLMM Tale Weaver 160- Homelessness
Five in the afternoon, already darkness creeping in, and the wind is starting up. Winter in this city is milder than some, but the cement never warms in the day’s sun. The temperatures are low, even though the sun shines here practically every day.
I have a few items that render some warmth. An old yoga mat someone threw in the bin helps a lot against the chill of the pavement. A salvaged length of canvas from a discarded tent provides shelter from the wind. The scent of it being soaked from rain brings back memories of my youth, camping with my folks.
I wipe tears from my tired eyes as these memories of happiness drift in and out of my mind. I pull the worn blanket over my head and try to forget those things. I try to hide them away for they do me no good. Sleep doesn’t come easily when you have to be aware, every minute, aware of where you are, who might be approaching.
I never feel really safe. The library where I wash at night and in the morning has uniformed guards inside. I do feel safe there, for a time. At ten they close and the brief warm respite of clean safety ends. I retreat to a familiar partially hidden hallway to spend the remainder of the night. It is cold, but dry, and as much shelter as I can afford. I shall be grateful to wake to the sun another time. I am homeless but I am alive.
https://mindlovemiserysmenagerie.wordpress.com/2018/02/22/tale-weaver-160-homelessness/
Heeding Haiku With Chèvrefeuille
Trailing arbutus
First spring find in the forest
Delicate hello
Three Line Tales 2-19-20
You were lost at sea
Now waiting for a larger wave
Please carry me out to you
https://only100words.xyz/2020/02/20/three-line-tales-week-212/
FFftPP 2-19-20
The meeting place of James and Catherine, well away from the crowd, with its moss covered rocks and refreshing waterfalls, is a reminder of a long ago love. They met here as children, with their families for a community picnic. Everyone was eating, drinking, or jumping in the water having a good time.
It was only in their teenage years that James and Catherine met here again, quite unexpectedly. Cathy came here often to sit and write imagined happenings in her diary. She often made up the entries for her life was quite uneventful. This one afternoon, she was shocked to see on the opposite bank, a boy remove his clothes and take a swim near the falls. Cathy retreated behind a tree but couldn’t take her eyes off the young man, James.
Being a small high school, they eventually saw each other and James asked Cathy for a date. She blushingly agreed and they have rarely been separated since. After a while they both acknowledged the day at the falls and returned here in later years with their own children.
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