The Bag Lady

Greetings, everyone!

Today, for Sunday’s Confessionals, I would like you to create about the saying ‘putting one’s hand on the lit stove to check if it is hot’ from the prism of personal experience.

Please feel free to create in any media that inspires you, and do not shy away from sharing previously created work that touches on this topic.

Once you are done posting, please link up via the comments section and check what others had to offer.

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I have to say this is a weird one, MLMM! My interpretation is relating to politics and the way citizens expect change will come about if they do nothing. You don’t have to put your hand on a hot stove to feel the heat emanating from the burner. You can stand there and feel it coming next to your hand even if you don’t fully place your hand on the stove. The heat you feel is your warning. You can choose to ignore it and place your hand anyway, but don’t blame the stove for your ignorance.

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Sunday Confessionals : Heat-lesson

Belief

In the cradle of dry plains lay an oasis, an ancient site with waters that rained down from a large outcropping of stone. People would travel long distances to see the weeping veins in the stone that magically appeared on holy days. The believers would cup their hands to taste the glorious liquid and it seemed to briefly cause fluttering heart beats. They thought this meant the spirit was temporarily flowing through their bodies. In truth, the anxiety and excitement caused their hearts to react.

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Wordle 660

It was with ragged desperation that Julie lifted the hormone medication to her lips. Every last nerve of her body quivering, she suddenly had to sit down on the edge of the bathtub, feeling faint. She had to do it, every day, to make sure she would not get pregnant. She looked at the symbol on the medicine package and started to cry. She wanted a baby, a child to raise, just as her sister before her. Julie loved her nieces and nephews and spent loving times with them. Her family didn’t know Julie’s secret, that her husband was a sociopath. He was a good looking man exuding charm when needed and her family loved him. Once home alone with him, Julie saw his actual personality. There was no way she was going to bring a child into this unpredictable home.

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https://pensitivity101.wordpress.com/2024/06/23/three-things-challenge-m734/Your three words today are: HORMONE MEDICATION NERVE

FOWC with Fandango — Desperation

RDP Sunday: ragged

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I look at your portrait

Often as it’s by my bed

Sleepless nights lend to memories

Another life, possibly

Would it be different?

If we met again

If there is an afterlife

If there’s another dimension

If it were possible

We might start anew

Keep old vows naively made

Have old dreams become real

Possibly?

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Small waves rippling

Calmness on the boards

Paddles softly swirl in pools

Rough mountain edges contrast the smoothing waters

Comforting activity after a busy week.

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http://lindaghill.com/2024/06/21/the-friday-reminder-and-prompt-for-socs-june-22-2024/

Joe and Mike looked into the deep hole below where a mysterious excavation had taken place. “Wow, it sure is deep!” Mike’s comments always held a bit of folly which did not vary. He absentmindedly offered the bag of cake donuts to Joe. Joe said, “no thanks, Mike, those are tough by now, and the only good thing that bakery makes is pumpernickel bread.” Mike sighed and continued to fish into the bag for stale donuts offered free as “day old delights”. Neither old man seemed unduly concerned there was a huge hole across from their homes. It was an old neighborhood and hardly anyone grew excited by the sudden appearance of something new. There had been many changes since WWII.

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excavation

Folly

https://pensitivity101.wordpress.com/2024/06/22/three-things-challenge-m733/Your three words today are: BAG BREAD CAKE

RDP SATURDAY: TOUGH

FOWC with Fandango — Vary

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Weekend Writing Prompt #369 – Spoonful

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Lucky Dip – Saturday Mix, 22 June 2024

Sprinkle of Balderdash 6-1-2018

How appropriate prompts are sometimes. The example of a sprinkling of balderdash fits today’s events perfectly. I was just sitting here minding my own business when I was interrupted with a text from my credit card company. They said they were warning me about a debit today and would I confirm a certain purchase made today. TODAY? I haven’t used that card since April 27 to see “Infinity Wars”!

They gave me a number to call in the text, but me being the suspicious, been burned a few times already person that I am, just texted back No. Got out my cc statement and called that number in case the text was fraudulent. Turns out it was used and the text was a valid warning which I appreciated. After our conversation found out the card had been used about ten times since I had hidden it away on the 27th of April. How could this happen I queried, since it never left my possession? Then I learned about mobile apps. OMG! Now what? Another plague on society, mobile apps. At least that’s my opinion. Because anyone who sees your cc number can set up a mobile app using it?

This isn’t just a sprinkling of balderdash, it’s the whole enchilada! So here’s the thing, I use a cc for convenience since I don’t drive and basically don’t go anywhere so never have ready cash. On the rare occasion I’m out, I use a card. I don’t use ATMs because they charge a fee to get your own money out of the bank, another plague. Many places don’t take a cc so it is inconvenient, but I don’t shop! I get groceries once a month, period. Okay I’m done for now. The cc person said they’re sending me a new card. I said no hurry, I have no intention of using it, I’m paying it off!

http://puttingmyfeetinthedirt.com/2018/06/01/June-writing-prompts/

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