Song Lyric Sunday

Buying a musical instrument is not for everyone. Children think it may look cool to play the saxophone and don’t have the stamina to play it. This happened to my son since he was a small guy. He then tried the violin and did well until some pieces of music found his little finger too crooked to reach certain places. He ended up playing guitar and still does, and excellent at it. Here’s a photo of my granddaughter who did conquer the saxophone:

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Buy-A-Musical Instrument Day

Tanka Tuesday

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The tan on my son

He thinks it’s a number one

Burned so deep and dark

You’d think it could cause a spark

Spent too much time in the sun.

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I like to get everything right

Mistakes are just causing a blight

I reread every word

Know that it sounds absurd

But it ends up a perfect write.

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Fitting a tanka in a limerick is not easy!😀

#TankaTuesday Poetry Challenge No. 65, Fun with Homophones, 5/19/2026

Sunday Poser 5-24-26

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This is excellent because I have the opportunity to show my admiration for a friend. Always encouraging, funny, intelligent, talented, with similar world views, and a great support in all my endeavors. We are about the same age, have conquered trials and she, especially is so thoughtful with a constant connection even though we live far apart. I have a wonderful family and making new friends where I live now, but C is always there for me.

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Sunday Poser # 287- Kindnesses

Six Sentence Story

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“I do show interest”, he complained loudly. “It’s just you and your hobby interfere with mine!” Joe flopped down on the couch, tired of defending his hobby and certainly not enjoying hers. June came over and asked him to stand up so she could check the measurements for the new blouse she designed. Joe was watching the soccer tournament and June stood in his way.

June stated “It’s like working with a bouncing ball!”

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Sunday’s Six Sentence Story Prompt Word!

The Sunday Whirl

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Joe wondered if the town’s curse still existed or was it lost as hoped. It had been true enough years ago when he heard the screams of the mothers, the sighs of the fathers, and police sirens. It seemed even the smallest children could slip through the doors beneath the iron bridge where terrible things happened. As usual, newspapers centered on the parent’s behavior, knocking down any family that might be involved. Joe sat quietly in the old diner, watching children play near the tracks, saddened to think most things don’t change.

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Wordle 758