The Bag Lady

Dream—as in living it? That’s what I thought I would be doing, but it didn’t end up that way. I disclose this because I was brought up to think of the fairytale dream—be a good girl, meet Prince Charming, get married, not necessarily live in a castle, but marry, and it’s with the love of my life and anticipation of my dream coming true.

Whoever decided that this should be a little person’s dream? Was it Disney? Maybe it was someone who imparted this dream in one of the numerous books I read as a child? Or someone who’s dreams came true for the rest of their life? But that’s what a dream is, isn’t it, it’s not reality.

It was not putting on a pink peignoir on my honeymoon and hoping because I saved myself for this person who I am in love with that everything is going to be “dreamy”. And even if that one particular night didn’t go as well as planned or dreamed of, I was still hopeful, still enamored by another and the “two” will try to make the dream come true, together.

Unfortunately, it does take two, not just one having the dream. And then life happens, they have children, have jobs, have responsibilities, and even though everything looks perfect from the outside, it rarely is. And it wasn’t. It was real, actual…it was practical.

Reality has a tendency to laugh and crush dreams. You shouldn’t tell that to a child or a teenager or a young person entering college who has their life in front of them.

Life is so much harder mentally today than when I had the dream. Young people have been indoctrinated by news, peer pressure, gaming, and social media; they know about reality. I don’t want to admonish them for dreaming. I try to encourage, be positive; but there comes a point when I’m asked a flat out question and try to answer it. Truthfully. It’s no longer viable to sidestep pragmatism.

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***written for Blogbattle#18

https://mjmallon.com/2015/07/14/blog-battle-week-18-theme-dream/

Breakfast was cereal which my sister insisted on eating under the kitchen table like a dog😂. Lunch was in a bag from home and not memorable, we were in a one room schoolhouse with no amenities except a bathroom.

Dinner was always great as we lived on a dairy farm with a huge garden, apple orchard, berries and grapes etc, and all the trimmings which meant meat, potatoes, veggies and dessert. My mom did all the cooking and cleaning up.

We used manners, always sat down at the table, and the table was set correctly every meal. I think now probably, cleaning up by herself was a respite for her as we were outside most of that time. We didn’t have homework as kids today do, but we had chores around the farm.

We had huge family meals on the holidays with my three sisters and their families. I usually ended up taking all the kids outside to play.

A few meals I have made for my own family and passed down to grandkids, but they sure do not taste as good as mom made them😀

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https://fromcavewalls.wordpress.com/2022/10/06/throwback-thursday-57-family-meal-rituals/

It was one of those intermittent low points we all have, but this was a lesser one. Therapists have said there is no weakness in having the feelings come over you as long as you don’t let it pierce your mind often.

Well it does stab me often, but I won’t tell him that—let him conjecture on the extent of my miserable existence. I once allowed him into that deep well and was immediately hospitalized. I learned it will always be with me and I have learned to control it…mostly.

Julie slipped lower into the warm bath bubbles, trying to relax, letting the images dissipate into the warm air. “You’re not in control today!” she told them.

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https://travelwithintent.com/2022/10/09/low/

http://cyranny.com/2022/10/09/weakness-word-of-the-day-challenge/

http://fivedotoh.com/2022/10/09/fowc-with-fandango-intermittent/

https://onedailyprompt.wordpress.com/2022/10/09/your-daily-word-prompt-Conjecture-ydwordprompt-October-9-2022/

https://thedailyspur.wordpress.com/2022/10/09/miserable/

https://ragtagcommunity.wordpress.com/2022/10/09/rdp-sunday-pierce/

Time to watch this again.

https://rugby843.blog

Looking at a recipe for pumpkin bread and clicking on it to see a disgusting ad featuring what looks like a decimated foot. Am I the only one who is sick of these gross ads displayed everywhere?? And in a recipe that’s supposed to encourage you to make the recipe and eat it?

Needless to say I just clicked off. When did it become necessary to advertise someone’s personal, supposedly private malady in “full living color”?

Is there possibly any internet site that doesn’t have these? Here on WP we have them. Last time I checked my own blog there was one ad and it was fine. However I noticed some followers had commented on old blog posts and saw there were four in a row.

I accept the fact companies need ads but please, be polite. These repellant, nauseating ads just find me vowing never using whatever product they are selling.

🤢🤢🤢

https://rugby843.blog

Thanks to Judy over at http://judydykstrabrown.com, I found Tourmaline’s Halloween challenge which is going to be fun😬

https://toy.photography/2022/10/08/blood-tourmaline-s-halloween-challenge/?amp=1

https://sammiscribbles.wordpress.com/2022/10/08/weekend-writing-prompt-280-amok/

Back of the fridge is a place I can’t see and moving it is out of the question. In fact the idea of what dust may be on top of the fridge is also a mystery. Now inside is a different story as this new apt has a bright, lighted interior so things are not hidden. It is disappointing that the freezer part has no light and it’s so high I actually have to throw a loaf of bread etc into it if I buy more than one. There’s no handle or reliable thing to hang on to momentarily while searching that space and of course the freezer door is tempting to hold but as Sophia of Golden Girls said, “picture it”🙄🫣

http://lindaghill.com/2022/10/07/the-friday-reminder-and-prompt-for-socs-oct-8-2022/

It started out as a transition

When I made a stupid decision

What could it hurt? I said to myself

While waiting love that sits on that shelf

I thought hard about it for a long while

Enjoying the looks, mischievous smile

I’m a sucker for that, you probably know

So I ended up staying when I should have let go

Can you think, stop and think? my brain was pleading

But I ignored it, and I hadn’t even been drinking!

I couldn’t refuse, I freely admit it

Maybe thought I could outwit him?

Whatever, it matters not now—

The why, the when, and even the how

I screwed up, we all know, now sadly

But it was only love that I wanted so badly

And I ended up in that compromising position

While I was committed, he was only fishing.

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https://rugby843.blog

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http://cyranny.com/2022/10/05/october-5th-1minfiction-challenge/