Joe stood by the shuttle’s on-ramp, waiting to see the winter sky view, where he would watch through windows to see every flake of snow turn the landscape into a skier’s dream. He often thought of how his ancestors must have struggled to go over these rough mountains. Reading back into the past, Joe saw letters of the pioneers in his family who overcame what he now enjoys with ease.
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MLMM Monday Wordle #417
Mary dreamed of being thinner
Ate only cabbage for dinner
Her odor is not pleasing
Had a dress couldn’t squeeze in
Now sad, she’s never a grinner.
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Laughing Along With A Limerick
My washer stopped and is saying “End” on labeled panel. However it won’t let me open the door to get the laundry out for the dryer.
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Linda of https://lindaghill.com suggests that now being in isolation, without regular go to work days, can pass on our days’ events or non events by posting a diary of sorts. So here goes, and I warn you, Boorrring! I am usually pretty isolated so not a big deal for me. I miss family though.
3-21-20
Woke up, very warm and comfortable at five, stayed in bed till eight, I know, spoiled. It’s so hard to get comfy enough at night to sleep, I take full advantage of sleeping in.
Checked phone, turned off mute, sunny 50+ degrees, yes, spring again with snow on the ground. Enjoying coffee, reading blogs and now it’s already 1:30 in the afternoon!
Wrote a few posts–thanks for reading, sent and viewed a few snapchats with grandkids. Now deciding if I want leftover from last night spaghetti or something new. I’m trying to stretch my fresh food so left salad for another time instead of having it last night with pasta. I usually eat one meal a day around three, so have time.
Decided on making tuna salad before the celery turns. I have half an onion, I need to add them to my list.
Told you, boring. I have laundry to fold. 🙄. Blanket best friends:
Not even kings have absolute power.
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Weekend Writing Prompt #408 – Heart
a rose he held in hidden hand
his desire a soft demand
she approached with a smile
he hoped she liked his guile
offered the rose, a gift of passion
she blushed, her actions rationed
he touched her cheek with a kiss
but then she turned away
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*I am having a problem with this paragraph colon thing that pops up when I write anything. I’ve tried writing and then copy and paste but it does its own thing when it shows up and format is changed🙄
W3 Prompt #151: Wea’ve Written Weekly
The Bag Lady 
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