Proud

I’m always proud of my family, we love each other without judgment or repercussions-there might be an eye rolling by someoneπŸ˜€. I’m also proud of myself for keeping my sense of humor in a life subdued by a love hate relationship with my wheelchair, surviving two bouts of cancer twenty years apart, and living alone as a widow. Living alone has advantages but as most people would say, it would be nice to have a companion. But I’m pretty healthy, live in a nice apartment, have friends, and family living five minutes away. Who could ask for more than that? Speaking of proud…here’s a pic of some grandkidsπŸ₯°
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Writing Prompts

Simply Six Minutes

β€œClara dear, would you please fetch me a cold compress? I feel a bit faint. It must have been the enchiladas, you know that spicy food doesn’t agree with me anymore. Why on earth did you serve it to me? Honestly Clara, some days I think you just don’t care any longer…we’re not as young as when we first fell in love. I realize that, but do you have to torment me with food? Both of us could stand to lose a few pounds…Clara? Clara are you listening to me? I really need that compress!” Clara left after the first request. It was time. Twenty years was enough!

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Simply 6 Minutes – Welcome to the Challenge:10/01/2024

Tanka Tuesday – Puente

Pine Trees

-Chilled air seeping in

Windows only partly closed

Fresh, autumn, pine scents

Colder breezes send to me

Seasonal welcomed fragrance

-β€œto me a lush carpet of pine needles or spongy grass is more welcome than the most luxurious Persian carpet”. Helen Keller.

-Pine forests needed

Hardy character native

Needles, winter fare

Lovely pine trees offer scents

Citrusy, calming, cleansing.

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#TankaTuesday Poetry Challenge: Tanka Puenta, best and worst moments 10/01/2024 #syllabicpoetry

Truthful Tuesday

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My handwriting was exceptional but after getting a computer, back in the dark ages, I rarely wrote using it. Letters to relatives and friends became less and less frequent, and typing was faster and easier, but the finished product was very neat, but not β€œpersonal”. Reading a handwritten letter is more meaningful. A note here: my grandson J who was born without arms, has the best cursive in the family! So, yes, I think it is a valuable tool. I think if more people actually took a pencil or pen to write a note or letter to their loved ones or friends, the world would be a better place. Too simple, you say? I can write here or email or text, blast someone, anonymouslyβ€”possibly, but looking that person in the eye or sitting down to compose a letter, I might think twice. Shooting off a text is too fast and too easy and real communication is lost. Cursive writing is an art, taking the time to make letters as perfect as possible, so you have to think when you write. Isn’t that worth the extra time? And then there is calligraphy, another art form of communication.

Truthful Tuesday: October 1st, 2024

Carla Loves to Read Nonfiction

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I just started reading a new book by Jack Carr and James M. Scott entitled β€œTargeted Beirutβ€œ, about the 1983 marine barracks bombing, and the untold origin story of the war on terror.οΏΌ β€œThe first in a new in-depth nonfiction series examining the devastating terrorist attacks that changed the course of history.”

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It’s Monday! What Are You Reading? (September 30, 2024) πŸ“šπŸ“š

3TC 9-30-24

Your final three words for September are: PULL PUSH SHOVE

I don’t care if you pull, push, or shove as long as you encourage the vote!πŸ˜€

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Three Things Challenge #M833

MLMM Wordle

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He was a rogue, obviously, but did have somewhat gentle hands. Apparently the sentinel in front of her home was on a coffee break when the fragile woman was taken hostage. The silver heart bracelet she always wore was ripped away when he took her hand. She lay tonight, heart pulsing, the memory of her abduction fresh as it came every night, and finding no solace for her in the silence of her bedroom. These five years since, the recurring nightmare plagued her. She was rescued, her captor imprisoned, but there was still no peace for her.

MLMM Monday Wordle #392