It was promised
I relied on it
One black balloon would do it
I chose an empty space for the transformation
I held the balloon
I waited
I gripped the string tighter
I wanted the dream
I wanted completion
The balloon faded
Along with the dream
https://mindlovemiserysmenagerie.wordpress.com/2018/08/21/photo-challenge-227/
After a fairly busy weekend, today I am spending the day just “being”. So much goes on in our lives, it’s always recommended to spend a few hours or days recuperating from life. Life is full of stresses of all types, and even worrying about how much stress you have is stressful!
Don’t feel guilty about taking time for yourself, shutting off your notifications, and just be.
She drew the pinfeather from her sweater. Visiting the chicken coop always yielded fresh eggs, but never without a soft white feather to boot. It had taken a lot of decorous actions to justify this coop in an area not wanting to accept any animals at all. In obtaining this old house she did not falsify her reasons for purchase on the final contract. She was a retired business woman and knew full well the ramifications of falsehoods. Also being wary of contractual obligations she was a hemmablind individual and required no crutch of lawyers except for the minimum requirement. She knew her way around the business world.
This day she calmly walked around the property, observing the marigolds she planted around the small vegetable garden. Indeed they did the trick, keeping pests away. The stream close by provided a trickle of ever feeding underwater to the garden. It was her natural way of watering and therefore required no fancy hoses or sprinklers. All efforts on her part were to maintain a living as close to nature as possible.
At first she was a curiosity to her neighbors, living alone, not communicating with others who tried to pester with inquiries of her lifestyle. She was happy and only interested in maintaining her home and solitary life. She had lived the other life for over sixty years. That sacrifice provided her with the completion of a life long dream of this home and this life.
https://mindlovemiserysmenagerie.wordpress.com/2018/08/20/wordle-207/
Sidlak:
A dry land
Dusty causing thirst
Animals and plants alike
Long for the respite of water blue
Checking the class
Scheduling times
Getting what’s needed
Hoping they’re fine
It’s a daunting task
Lots of decisions
Hope the list works
Needs no revisions
Okay, think it’s complete
Now we’re on Easy street!
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I have my eyes focused
Not blinded by your light
Enjoying all attending
But soon I’ll show my might
Don’t assume you are protected
In this aura of the night
Please just keep on buzzing
Not thinking of my bite.
https://wordofthedaychallenge.wordpress.com/2018/08/19/kiras-sunday-scribbles-4/
He raised up the ancient staff
Would they heed to its power?
The trick was to make them kowtow
Seeing frightened looks on their faces
Knew he had accomplished his goal.
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https://fivedotoh.com/2018/08/19/fowc-with-fandango-kowtow/
http://secretkeeper.net/2018/08/20/weekly-writing-prompt-155/
A rebel flower
Refusing to be destroyed
Adapting to change
RonovanWrites #Weekly #Haiku #Poetry Prompt #Challenge #215 Rebel&Change
Fall is in the air this morning and cooler temps most of the week. The lows much lower which is to my liking! I rarely use the A/C in my small apartment, only for visitors. I’m not old enough yet to be bundled up outside in eighty degree weather. I do see their point, however; not eating or exercising enough to keep your body warm, it happens. It’s the proverbial walk in their shoes thing. Hey I just thought–If Trump could spend a few miles in others’ moccasins, maybe he would have an epiphany! Am I expecting too much? It’s Monday, have to be positive!
Ceenphotography.com has new questions for us in Share Your World today. Join in!
1. My choice is green olives, definitely. The black ones taste spoiled, imo. However, if on a pizza they blend in, so tolerable. I have a granddaughter who is addicted to the black ones.
2. My favorite room used to be the kitchen when I was still standing, taking pride in cooking or baking for the family. Now it’s the bedroom out of necessity. However, ANY room, since this IS SYW and dreams allowed. . .you know it. . .a one room cabin. Oh, my yes!
3. I can’t think of any fictional family I would want to be a member of. Maybe the Downton Abbey household. . .but who? Hmmm, think I’ll pass on this.
Had company all weekend, and most of it was enjoyable. The problem I find as a constant sitter, is I get tired of looking up or being hovered over. Any other wheelchair bound people agree? I saw a scene in Amazon’s Agatha Christie’s “Ordeal of Innocence” series. A man in a wc refused to join in a party with his wife, stating that “. . .braying over my head while my face is at crotch level is not my idea of fun”. It sounds very rude, but it’s sometimes true in large groups.
I don’t know what I’m looking forward to this week. It certainly is not a continuation of the three phone call battle I had with United Health Care on Saturday. We complain about hard to understand accents, uninformed responders, but my frustration comes when three different people from the same “help” line tell you three different things. I take notes during these calls, ask their name and add the date and time so I have backup. They say you’re being recorded, but does anyone ever check what these supposedly knowledgeable people say? Ok, enough. I said I was going to be positive, dang. Maybe you’ll get a kick out of this:
http://ceenphotography.com/2018/08/20/share-your-world-august-20-2018/
“This is it!”
“Really? They look shorter than in the series. Think they will still work?”
“We can try. We didn’t come all this way not to try.”
The two middle aged women had been binging on the “Outlander” series and thought finding these stones and using them to find their own personal Scottish hero would be the end to their boring lives.
Saving up for over six months to make the pilgrimage to “the stones”, they were a bit disappointed in their size. However, not to be discouraged after travelling thousands of miles, they sat themselves down in front of the tallest ones. Giving each other a sideways glance, feeling overwhelming anticipation, each woman placed her hands on the stones and closed her eyes.
After a few anxious moments they opened them to see the stones they touched each had an addition. They looked at each other in a surprised, almost terrified expression.
The two stones were now occupied by two wee leprechaun-like figures. The ladies’ terrified looks were caused by the devilish lurid expressions on the little occupants’s faces.
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