Prompt for Week #108 (Nov 26, 2022 – Dec 2, 2022). Luck

Luck of the Irish an oxymoron.
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Prompt for Week #108 (Nov 26, 2022 – Dec 2, 2022). Luck

Luck of the Irish an oxymoron.
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I’ve never slept in a hammock and it’s hard to maintain friends when you move often but there are always a few old ones that last. I am a decisive person with ethics and wish more others were also. I think double standards is taking the “easy way out” for some.
Sweets are my guilty pleasure but I find it easier in old age to control it. I put my favorite movies or books here on the blog.
I have a hard time remembering names anymore🙄 and I don’t think a person’s name defines them.
Hard to believe if you read my blog but English was my best subject, math the worst and favorite was sociology.
I had to laugh at this one…photogenic? Omg no! I skip photo sessions at gatherings and chill at the prospect.
I believe there are things in the universe we don’t know and would not comprehend fully. I don’t believe there’s an old white man sitting on a throne in the clouds. Oh oh, was that lightning I just saw😂
I love meeting people and have a tendency to form an opinion right away. I like to see warm smiles that include their eyes. Usually I adopt a go with the flow attitude til proven wrong.
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https://earthlycomforts.uk/2022/11/26/question-time-over-coffee-6/


Your words are:
Your writing form is either poetry or prose.
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“A sorry state of affairs” she uttered quietly after the waiter plopped the cork in front her husband’s plate. Pouring a bit of wine into the glass as he smiled down at him, some of the red liquid spit out on the white tablecloth. The red faced waiter whipped off the napkin on his arm and quickly covered the mess.
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Had this great ambition
As I woke up today
A sunny chilly morning
I’d bring out the words to play
Decided I would spoil myself
Fixed a cup of coconut latte
I stretched out in my recliner
My handy iPhone for wordplay
Then hands around my coffee
Warming up fingers to type away
Then suddenly decided
At least my brain did, anyway
To walk the dog for inspiration
And look for Christmas on display
This year is not the usual
Few lights brighten up the way
And I’m sad to think it’s apathy
That rules the decorated splays
The world keeps on turning
No matter what experts say
I think I’ll choose the happy
And let those other feelings stray
Try to do my best for others
It’s the theme of holidays.
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http://lindaghill.com/2022/11/25/the-mifriday-reminder-and-prompt-for-socs-nov-26-2022/


The Invisible Life of Addie LaRue is a fantasy novel by the American author V. E. Schwab. It was published by Tor Books on October 6, 2020. The story follows a young French woman in 1714 who makes a bargain with the devil that makes her immortal, but curses her to be forgotten by everyone she meets.

I just finished “The Invisible Life of Addie LaRue” written by V E Schwab! I listened to the audible version from the library and the narrator is very good. I couldn’t stop listening and completed it in two days. Schwab has many other books to offer so check her out in your local library.
The old minister sat down tiredly in the church pew. That evening he was supposed to make a presentation of the new political “decoration” certain members of the church had decided upon. It was not his choice, but he had to comply or be jailed or worse. He knew it would be a dangerous thing to display but this was 1940 and he had no choice. Musing about WWI, thinking of the lives lost and now it starting again, he was dismayed.
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http://cyranny.com/2022/11/25/musing-word-of-the-day-challenge/
http://fivedotoh.com/2022/11/25/fowc-with-fandango-dangerous/
https://pensitivity101.wordpress.com/2022/11/25/three-things-challenge-m158/Your final three words for this week are: PRESENTATION, DECORATION, CHURCH
Came home last night from watching “Justice League” to find my countertop had grown several loaves of bread. Later on I received a text to thank me for making stuffing. My son in law said, “make sure to spread it out well so it dries overnight”…..uh huh….it was ten o’clock and my eyes were tired from something I was allergic to. Cutting up or tearing that much bread?
“You wish” I wrote back, “I’ll do it tomorrow.” Then my daughter chimes in, “make sure you do it early.”
What is it with young people these days? It’s not like I have been making Thanksgiving dinner for over fifty years or anything! And I excel at stuffing, using sage as my favorite ingredient. My husband’s grandmother, I still miss today, used oysters in her stuffing 🤢 and creamed every vegetable known to man, but I loved her anyway.
It’s 11:21 AM and I haven’t started chopping bread yet….the rebel lives …

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Prompt: Write a serious poem
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I have a problem with serious
It’s nothing all that mysterious
I prefer humor any day
Than dwelling on sad, whiling away
Feeling sorry, feeling bad
I’m not really into sad
Take the news…please
Henny Youngman used to say
That’s sure to ruin your day
Think positive…I heard a rumor
To relish it with a sense of humor.
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Henry “Henny” Youngman was a British-born American comedian and musician famous for his mastery of the “one-liner”, his best known being “Take my wife… please”. Wikipedia. Born: March 16, 1906, Whitechapel, London, United Kingdom
https://www.writersdigest.com/write-better-poetry/2022-november-pad-chapbook-challenge-day-25

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