A sports uniform holds many things
Including many familiar sweat rings
The ones you see in various shades
Depending on which game they were made
And then there’s the odors of the locker
When opened, could knock you off your rocker
I’ll just add those items that have cleats
The ones used by athletes on their feet
There’s no comparison that can meet
The odor likened to Limburger cheese.
https://thehauntedwordsmith.wordpress.com/2018/09/29/three-things-challenge-29-sept-2018/
Amber light streamed down from the arched windows, splattering the altar and their upturned faces. Was it a sign she wondered? Was it the gods letting me know they were pleased by this sacrifice?
It was definitely a sacrifice, offering up their hard won harvest yield to unknown sources. Reaping most of their crops to put them here on the altar when they only kept meager supplies to last for their families till another season.
The light was taken by all as a sign the gods were pleased once again and the strength of their faith once again renewed. As the peasants left the hallowed earth area, the light dimmed, then it was gone.
She glanced back for only a second to see the offerings had disappeared.
Paintings by Diego Rivera
https://mindlovemiserysmenagerie.wordpress.com/2018/09/28/first-line-friday-september-28th-2018/
“A case of the pucchips, I believe.”
“What? Hiccups?”
“No, Madame, certainly not. I am referring to something missing on your computer.”
“Then will “pucchips” fix the problem? I haven’t been able to log onto any social media.”
“That is my observation, yes.”
“So how do I fix it?”
“My dear woman, you are not capable of repairing this problem, and if I’m perfectly honest, neither can I.”
The woman sighed, hoping this however snobbish clerk, would remedy her computer problems. “Guess I’ll just have to mail it back to Apple.”
“If you wish, but I could have my assistant try something,” and took her laptop to the back room, returning about five minutes later.”
The woman paid her bill and returned home. That evening she opened her computer to read the latest posts from her Facebook friends. It seemed at first all was well and then up popped a tiny fluorescent green figure. It seemed to be looking straight at her and was quite animated. It jumped around over the screen and then looked as if it was reading all the messages.
It seems the computer store had been designated as one of thousands of secret satellite Facebook stations that collected people’s private information through little green creatures known as pucchips.
Here I go, taking a Prompt and completely ruining any redeeming qualities of it. I was thinking last night on another bit of trying to forget the day and drift off to sleep, that life is certainly not gradual. The only thing gradual the last year has been the success of a loved one desperate to find a better job. However, nothing was gradual with the bad stuff. The expenses just kept rolling in, building up, discouraging news every month. Everything came fast except relief.
When I first started to think of this word, I thought of aging. It seems you look around and never cease to be amazed at how fast children grow and change while looking at yourself, you fail to realize your own gradual changes taking over. I wish of course, gradual for all of us, stretching out our time together.
Hey, it’s party time!
I found out today that the loved one achieved the goal and has that better job. What a relief! But it took a long time, perseverance, patience and gumption. Remember that word, gumption?
https://dailyaddictions542855004.wordpress.com/2018/09/28//daily-addictions-2018-week-37/
Dom for domestic goddess. No, I’m not a fan of Roseanne but I liked the title. Hmmm, cloudy and cooler, autumn is upon us. Got out the few decorations I have today and here they are. Years ago I decorated each holiday with gusto. I had a basically white walled home with doors of white, ceramic white tile with streaks of mauve. It was the opposite of our previous home and was a marvelous backdrop for each season. There was a see-through fireplace that could be enjoyed from the living room and den. Of course it was in Houston so the fireplace was only used during the holidays. I loved that house. I’m afraid it is no longer livable after the last flood.
My couch:
My guys:
Yes I love birds🙄😳😂
http://lindaghill.com/2018/09/28/the-friday-reminder-and-prompt-for-socs-sept-29-18/
Sipping her tea, said to the maid
This tea could have been better made
A hint of mint would help it out
And tea always aids to cure my gout
☕️☕️☕️
The maid was tired of the old woman’s rants
Went to the garden for mint perchance
What she found made her hop and dance
Putrid plants and inquisitive ants!
☕️☕️☕️
http://puttingmyfeetinthedirt.com/2018/09/01/september-writing-prompts-2/
I was on the phone with Dish to see if my replacement box had been sent yet, it had been seven days. After twenty minutes of I don’t know what they were doing, on and off hold, but to a pleasant helper, my phone pinged, and kept pinging. Not wanting to get off and endure the automated holds before reaching an actual person again, I ignored it. After another ten when I was done with my call I looked to see what was up and found this:
I’ve got to hand it to her, no matter what is happening, good or bad, our sense of humor reigns!😂❤️ By the time I answered he was already at the door.☺️
This has happened a couple of times, once ending up in a harried visit to my apartment because they couldn’t get me on the phone. There was no problem except my phone had been temporarily disconnected when switching plans. My daughter and family live three minutes away, so they rushed over to make sure I was ok. That is very comforting.
I do receive texts but always know when it’s my daughter because it’s at least two pings in a row. She is fast fingered on her phone. I am not and if I try to hurry and send it usually has errors.
Changes in seasons
Is it mother nature’s plan
A journey for earth
All things planned and harmonized
Or some unearthly power
Must you leave?
Come here to rest
Lean in close, I’ll do my best
Do not wake or rise too soon
To leave me here all alone
When you do, your memory haunts
And those warm yearnings taunt
My body and my mind
When you leave me here behind.
“Come in, my dear. Oh, he’s perfectly harmless, besides he’s old, no longer has teeth. I have collected many items over the years, from clients without money.” The young woman hestitated before sitting at the table, which held a crystal ball, candles, and a dark starry shawl covering.
“What may I help you with, child?” The saddened girl spoke her dilemma, recently been diagnosed with a serious illness, wanting to know how long she would live. “What gift did you bring”, as she took the girl’s palm.
The young woman could offer no compensation. “Well, then, my dear, not long”.
🔮🔮🔮🔮
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