The Bag Lady

Okoto Enigma @ http://www.okotoenigmasblog.com is the creator of this award and was one of the first blogs I followed.

Thank you goes to Reggie German at https://fromprivatetopublic.wordpress.com for nominating me for this award. I have enjoyed his blog, new to me for a few weeks. He is a school teacher with great insight to children and writes poems and stories from his life experiences.

I have received awards, this one included and I very much appreciate receiving them as an opportunity to name other bloggers I’ve just met and some “oldies but goodies” as well. My confidence has been given a boost and an incentive to keep writing here. Thank you to all followers and readers! And please comment if you have any thoughts good or bad – be honest. I love comments!

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Three things about myself are old hat now. If you read me, you know me already. I am a scribbler of my life, sometimes fact mostly fiction. I digress, number one – I love that phrase.  Two. I just bought this in an attempt to be taller in my wheelchair:

It’s a patio chair pillow that should remain “fluffed up” more than a regular chair cushion. Three. My exciting life contains buying items like the pillow above and this small but very cute ceramic casserole to warm things in the microwave:

Yup, that’s about all the news that’s fit to print from me on this day June 17, 2018, Cheyenne, Wyoming, USA.

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Answers to questions ^^^^Reggie asked of his nominees:

1. I am retired. I planned on being an executive secretary or a journalist. The first happened, the second a dream.

2. My sense of humor. Example: I was in line at Wal-Mart and the person ahead had a huge pile of dog food bags in his cart. We were both waiting a long time for the person ahead of us. I thought I would break the tension and asked him, “so, do you have a dog?” I thought it was funny, but the guy just looked at me like I was nuts.

3. No routine. Something comes to me with a word or picture and I just start scribbling.

4. Just like I previously mentioned, random. Easy to read, hopefully funny at times, or thought provoking.

5. You mean besides what I’m wearing right now? Which is pajama bottoms, gray with pineapples and plants, beige camisole and my favorite autumn hued cardigan. It’s Sunday, everyone else is out of town celebrating Father’s Day with my son in law’s dad and family. I get to be lazy, braless, comfortable and undisturbed.😳☺️😎

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Five questions for my nominees:

1. If you have an award free blog, why?

2. Who influenced you most in your life so far?

3. Do you cook or bake? What’s your specialty?

4. What is your favorite movie ever?

5. Do you floss?

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A favorite post? Most of the ones I personally like are not the most popular ones. Hmmm, lately the one I received the most likes on was a short simple poem: Daily Prompt: Guilty.

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I need to preface this list by saying, if you see my icon, I like what you’ve written and usually comment, so please don’t be offended if your blog is not on this list:

A Wisconsin Woman’s Blog

Out of my Write Mind

This, That and the Other

Zombie Flamingos

Morpethroad

Eschudel

O.D.

Eddaz

Geezer94

Lindaghill

Cyranny’s Cove

Roseelaineblog

Rachel Poli

Laura Bailey

Martin Cororan

Zoolon

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https://rugby843.blog

There’s a problem in today’s society

It’s sometimes called moiety

Nothing new, it’s been around

In every sight, every sound

People can’t seem to get along

Express their views, however strong

A look, a color, a speech, a walk

Makes another person wary, balk

Not wanting to know or it is fear

Judging on what perceived appears

Into their brain, their minds so small

It’s a wonder we’re “together” at all.

https://talesfromthemindofkristian.wordpress.com/2018/06/17/moiety/

Summer camp under the blue

Array of stars above for you

A bath in the lake

No soap to take

Slap sound of bare feet

On a packed dirt street

No need for covers with soles

Experiencing nature is the goal

Bunk beds essential for roommate fun

Just bend down if you’re the lower one

Horse riding, frog friends, then fireflies

A perfect day turns to peaceful night

https://mindlovemiserysmenagerie.wordpress.com/2018/06/16/saturday-mix-same-same-but-different-16-june-2018/

He came here every day to get a break from the factory job. He enjoyed the company of only a few birds. He shared his lunch every day with the creatures he considered friends. He came here to forget.

Charlie had married Sylvia when they were both in their thirties. He thought he knew her, but as time passed he noticed changes in her behavior. She became reckless and distant. After following her one night he discovered her meeting a stranger in the local bar. He confronted her and she admitted she couldn’t help herself.

Charlie accompanied Sylvia to therapy and she learned how to control her compulsive behavior. Things between them were never the same after Charlie discovered Sylvia’s secrets.

Sunday Photo Fiction – June 17, 2018

June Writing Prompts

My old boss made certain assumptions

Didn’t like my actions of gumption

Being a woman back in the day

He wanted to give me much less pay

Overworked, I decided to quit

He wouldn’t budge, so I split.

FOWC with Fandango — Gumption

He grabbed a bunch of wild flowers, not really a neat bouquet, but she would love it. John knew she would prefer one like this, wild, unformed, natural. The roots showing, untamed, fitting her personality perfectly. John loved this about her. He was attracted to her not only because of her natural beauty, easy manner and free thinking life; she was extremely knowledgeable, and always open to new ideas.

Earlier John carefully packed a picnic lunch with her favorite treats. A bottle of wine tucked in and he was ready to go. The bouquet was snatched from his garden.

June 14: Flash Fiction Challenge

I’ll always want you

Your words kindled my feelings

Emerged from the dark

To suddenly feel again

My heart thanks you for your love

COLLEEN’S WEEKLY #TANKA TUESDAY #POETRY CHALLENGE NO. 88, “PRAISE & EXCITE,” #SYNONYMSONLY

The neighbors love their shelter pet

The homeless ones you can get

A nice way to show you care

But furry pets I am beware.

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Wanting to share their new love

Couldn’t even use a glove

Furry creatures can be harmful

When you have an armful.

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It’s not the fur, it’s the dander

Had to say it with all candor

Sorry but they make me sneeze

Around animals I’m not at ease.

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http://fivedotoh.com/2018/06/15/fowc-with-fandango-candor/

It is just a book Frank said.

It was not just a book, it was my life, written out with a pseudonym on the cover. The lines written were real and I did not want anyone who knew me to read what I revealed in the pages of the book.

The secrets are now ready to be published. I feel it needs to be out, even as a warning to other women. I hope the title attracts these women to read the book and take steps to remedy their situation. I detailed my experiences and the ways I found to help myself and survive.

Frank read the book. He was puzzled as he read what I had been through. I thought he would be able to understand and accept what happened and appreciate me as the woman who recovered and was now able to have a real relationship.

Time To Write: A Book [Creative Writing Prompt]

Kids with guns

Yes, they’re plastic

Filled with sponge balls, darts, plastic pellets

Supposed to be harmless

To me these are not “toys”

Targeting other children’s faces

Forget the softness of the bullets

Think of the implications

A child of twelve running around a playground with a gun

Shaped and clicking and simulated to use and sound like an AK-47

I watch as he shakes it with his right arm to reload

I see him mimicking all the moves of a soldier in combat

Sneaking around, lying down to get a steady-armed shot

His target in the sites

Is this what we want our children practicing?

I wrote this knowing I will get flak, and I welcome all of your opinions and ideas on it. I’m not asking you to agree with me, I would just like your opinion.

https://ragtagcommunity.wordpress.com/2018/06/16/rdp-16-target/