All you ever talk about is money, how I spend it, how there’s no savings, and I wish we could sit down and build a budget we could both live with. Every time I try to save by lessening the potted meals, you complain it’s pure rubbish. I think your dream sense is in a practical shape it needs to be. Either I get another job or you do and then maybe you will be able to sit down and enjoy the surf and turf meals you like.
“Hey, fancy meeting you here Joe. How about we all catch up over a little dinner? This place has your favorite beer too.” “Catch up? I’ve been trying to call you for two weeks and I texted you also. Take your catchup and pour some ketchup on it. Come on Mike, we’re out of here!”
Here are this week’s questions: 1. What was your favourite pastime as a child? Playing outside in meadows, brooks and forest
2. Did you use colouring pencils, fibre tips, or wax crayons for your childhood drawings? I don’t remember doing much drawing but loved Crayolas
3. Did you use a paintbox or have a ‘magic’ book where you only needed to brush the page with water? I did have a cheap paint box but liked finger painting best
4. What kind of books did you read as a child? I read all Jack London books and all others that featured dogs and horses. My favorite was Cinderella Golden Book at very young age and then Black Beauty
Gratitude: I am grateful my granddaughter returned back to PA safely after visiting here a week.
One of his poems that especially talks to me, is one called “After someone’s death” Selecting a line I wanted to avoid the most obvious and well-known lines and went for this:
all of the names swallowed up by the cold
By Swedish Nobel Laureate Tomas Tranströmer.
Which I believe will be a versatile line to use in your prosery. The challenge is: Write a piece of prose of no more than 144 words (or if you want exactly 144 words) that includes the given line. You may change it with line breaks, punctuation but you have to keep the order of the words.
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Standing near newly mounted dark soil, I automatically reach for the hand of my husband, but he is not there. He is far away caring for our three children. By my father’s side I am remembering other relatives, and “all of the names swallowed up by the cold” come rushing to my mind. I console my father as much as I can while keeping myself tear free and strong. I hold him close during the funeral trying not to sob. I had let my voice explode in the hospital room but now I had to be in control, concentrating on my father. At night, alone in the bedroom is when I secretly grieve my mom.
The Peter, Paul and Mary version was released as a single in 1969 and became their only No. 1 on the Billboard Top 100. It was also their last hit record and the only version of “Leaving on a Jet Plane” that ever charted. Songwriter: John Denver
Rules of the hop: Write 6 Sentences. No more. No less. Use the current week’s prompt word. Link up at Wednesday’s post. Link goes live at 6:00 pm through Saturday late… Spread the word and put in a good one to your fellow writers.
PROMPT WORD: REMOTE
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Sue sat lazily on her sunny patio listening to the loud traffic of the city and her mind wandered. She always wanted a hideaway cabin in a remote mountain area. It was part of a dream to first find a lover who wanted the same and the two of them would live happily after…(Sue’s mind started drifting, as usual)…well maybe not happily…living remotely meant no social life, no food delivery, no internet or phone service and no close medical help if needed.
Sue began to realize what living remotely entailed. Her vision disintegrated and she got up, walked into the elevator to the parking garage of her condo, slipped into her Mercedes and drove to the McDonalds drive through. The traffic continued to hum and Sue sighed.
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This week for Sunday Confessionals, we have one goal only : Express yourself! Let your creativity take over and bring something out into the open.Please feel free to create in any medium that inspires you or calls to you, or share previously crafted creations that are important to you – because you felt like you really expressed yourself with them.
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Being creative with expression in today’s world seems to have gone way too far off the mark. Words expressed in accusing manners (and I must add that I have been accusatory here on the blog) are detrimental to making valid points. Once you start using epithets people are usually turned off and stop listening.
Frustration feeds on this and soon it all gets out of control and ends up in violent action. I think anonymous texting and emailing is supplementing this problem.
When a member of our government can write and speak epithets in a public forum with no consequence, this country has a problem.
When a president of our nation can spout trash talk and act irresponsibly, it is dangerous and inflammatory and we have a problem. Freedom of speech was never meant to allow this, in my opinion.
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