Blogging here for a few years, I think of people who I miss very much. Curiosity has stirred me to research where they are now and if they are okay. Some well read bloggers have passed away and I’m sure we all miss them as well. Farewells are sometimes heart breaking, but a sad fact of life. We are all here to enjoy each other’s work and miss the people who are no longer here.
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Sunday Confessionals : Farewells
Sunday Puzzle
NPR
For tax season, this puzzle is titled “C.P.A.s.” Every answer is a familiar two-word phrase or name, in which the first word starts with C- and the second word starts PA-.
Ex. Person’s unsavory history –> CHECKERED PAST
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The sound of the hounds in races to the fox flick a feeling of dread. That is a fox’s death song and so called heroes riding on a fast horses’ trip for slaughter is not my idea of entertainment. I wear a red hood in the forest so no hunter will shoot me and try to hide from the hunt. Suddenly I hear the fox’s whine and the brawl of dogs fighting over the prey.
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Wordle 702
Eighteen, future looms
Sadly sitting in her room
Dreams of her senior year
Happy as the prom drew near
Contemplating the college scholarship
When an injury happened, fierce confidence slips
The future bleak
Hopefulness she seeks.
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Weekend Writing Prompt #411 – Fierce
Just do it is going through my mind. Yeah, all those slogans either help to motivate or claw at your ego. Ignore the heavy hitters over there lifting weights looking like Arnold Schwarzenegger when he was young. Trying to meditate for a few minutes before lifting and reaching my goal.
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Weekly Writing Prompt
Putting My Feet in the Dirt – 4-28-19
Donning her denim’s overalls for a day outside in the garden, Mary was excited to see what Mother Nature did with the seedlings she planted last week. Working in the city, these weekend trips back to the bucolic setting of her youth were heavenly.
Last week she planted some of her favorite vegetable seedlings, grown from seeds indoors the past few weeks. Mary’s hope was that a sturdy start would help them survive during her five day absence. To Mary’s surprise, they all seemed to be doing well until she came upon one odd sight, the eggplant sprouts. They were larger than any of the other vegetables and quite peculiar in appearance. She decided the seeds must have been particularly healthy and went on gardening.
The next weekend Mary returned to find many plants had taken hold well and she was very happy until she spotted large purple blobs taking over the corn plants. The eggplants were almost frighteningly large. The vine seemed to be strangling the corn stalks. Corn plants were covered with them and their tops were looking dry, even malnourished.
Mary was shocked at these uneasy eggplant episodes and started to pull their vines away from the corn stalks.
Sadly to report, Mary’s body was found by investigating police when she had not shown up for her job in the city. “A bizarre sight” the forensics team observed as Mary seemed to have been strangled and partially consumed by vines emanating from the oversized eggplants. The coroners had never experienced a vanquish by vicious veggies before.
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http://fivedotoh.com/2019/04/28/fowc-with-fandango-bucolic/
Peculiar – Word of the Day Challenge
https://puttingmyfeetinthedirt.com/April-writing-prompts/01/04/2019/
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https://wordpress.com/reader/feeds/161661547/posts/5628616928
My first thought was an old song called “Friendship” written by Cole Porter in 1934 for “Anything Goes”. Some of the lyrics are “ if you’re ever in a jam, here I am, if you’re ever in a mess, SOS”.
Here is a version of it from YouTube if you would like to hear it:
My Brazilian Heart
The sultry yet upbeat influence of Brazilian Bossa Nova has colored Joyce Partise’s musical world and created an ambiance that she believes influences people in many emotional ways. Whether her performances calm the soul or add romance to one’s life, she believes this style of music will live on eternally. In addition, the American Songbook is another favorite. Full of classic jazz standards, these nostalgic timepieces will live on forever. Joyce Partise takes the many influences found within these various music types and makes each rendition her own, adding her dramatic flair and zeal that resonates behind each note.
Video Credits
Piano: Bill Brendle
Bass: Eddie Resto
Drums and Percussion: Kevin Winard
Saxophone: Robert Kyle
Trumpet: Harry Kim
Trombone: Alex Henderson
Music Production & Arrangement: Bill Brendle
In the very small hollows of the shrine, the epitaph had faded. It seemed as if a constant rain might be dripping down causing the damage. However, as I stepped nearer, I could see where animals had been laying, crushing the grass surround. Apparently there was something that drew them to the gravesite.
As one who craves knowing the history behind epitaphs, it was heartwarming to see that even the animals could tell the importance of the person buried here.
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https://fireblossom-wordgarden.blogspot.com/2025/04/word-garden-word-list-immortal-poems.html?m=1
The party ended in screams when the hostess’s body was found in the…guest bathroom underneath Scammin’ Sam, the well-to-do party guest. Sam loved women, at least their bodies, not so much their minds. He could put up with some chatty Cathy’s but there was a limit. After all, he thought, no one especially a woman, knows more than I do.
I knew I had a winner when I saw the body on the floor. I grabbed my phone. It was the hostess but also a blonde model from Sam’s tv show, the title of which I dare not write here. Let’s just say it’s on Channel X, Sam’s creation. Don’t look at me like that. I need this gig because no one’s reading the written news anymore.
Sam took a quick shot with his phone and the rest is history.
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Fandango’s Story Starter #195
The Bag Lady 
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