The Bag Lady

Here are this week’s questions:

1.  Can you remember your first wage packet? Was it cash, a cheque or paid directly into your bank account? It was a check, grabbed by my dad and I never saw it again.

2.  Do you prefer to shop with cash or card? I wish cash but now some places don’t even take it!

3.  Do you know the price of half a dozen eggs? Yes, since that’s what I usually get. $1.13

4.  Have you ever kept chickens? No, my sister did and hated it!

Gratitude: I can honestly say as my grandson showed me a photo of him and my great grandson, about six months old, I can’t complain about anything, I’m in love❤️❤️

Still on Top of the Dirt

Laugh at me, if you think you must

I can brush off this paltry dust

But you will always remain

In a cell ‘cause you’re insane

Trying to bury me went bust.

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Laughing Along With A Limerick

Sadly we have no more children visiting on Halloween night. A tradition that failed from fear, I think. I miss the little ones the most!

Giggles and oohahs fill the streets

With tapping boots from tiny feet

Little ghosts dressed in holey sheets

Large bags or baskets to hold treats

Halloween goblins need to eat.

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A quintilla poetry form, five lines, eight syllables per line

Haibun Monday 10-27-25: Halloween

It seems the wire fence had been broken back on itself and was in need of repair. Probably some large creature did the damage. It was too late this day to do any repairs as a cold breeze signaled this day of ranch life was done and it was time to heed the dinner bell.

Joe had just finished his evening meal and heard a ruckus in the barn. Checking it out, found a nest disturbed and bloody feathers strewn about. No need to tell this news to his daughter Nell because she had taken care of this bird as a pet. Apparently some creature decided to drag the bird out to its den, leaving a bloody mess. Joe decided to inform Nell the bird’s disappearance was a sign of magic and the bird had changed into a ghost but would still be around at times.

Joe cleaned up all the mess and when satisfied, went back to the house. His wife and Nell were already in bed. The next morning Nell went out to say hello to her bird and found no trace except one feather resting on a hay bale. She ran into the house hoping for an explanation from her father. He started out “well you know it’s almost Halloween and there’s magic about…”

He got no further when Nell yelled at him practically shoving the bloody feather in his face. “No, dad, that’s not true…I’m not nine anymore and don’t believe that!”

Joe sadly told her the truth. Later he told his wife “kids grow up too fast these days.”

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Wordle 729

I got a dose of the real world having a heart attack a month ago. My writing was nil, no ambition, no strength or imagination – I was exhausted after brushing my teeth. But I do think a bit differently now. I’m starting to “feel” words and hopefully my writing improves.

I’m saddled with a bunch of pills, a blood pressure machine – mini version – and a pulse ox for my daily use. My docs are fighting between my kidneys and heart and what needs the most attention. My idea is babying the heart right now because I’ve had ups and downs with my kidneys for years. The nephrologist also said to concentrate on heart diet etc. I am a salt person. No salt means no taste so I struggle with that. The nice part is I have no appetite so pretty easy so far. I saw a doc on FB today saying after 75 you are screwed…not his exact words, but apparently a few six figure dollars could help you…if that’s the case I imagine most of us are truly screwed.

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To Jimmy, zoos were a wonderland. He hid his gerbil, Poo in his zip pocket. Jimmy’s dad’s aftershave hid any odor Poo might emit. Jimmy patted the pocket reassuring Poo he was okay. The trouble started when Poo squeezed out and ran up Jimmy’s arm. It startled another child who screamed like a banshee!

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Can You Tell A Story In…

Putting my Feet in the Dirt

(the broom of doom, greasy grimy chauffeur guts, ziglet of zombies) *******

It didn’t take long, learning how to drive the broom of doom, especially when being a chauffeur was the dream of a lifetime. Of course most goblins liked to drive their own broom, but the witches in the area preferred a driver. Then they could sample the brews they concocted with no chance of getting a DUI.

Three such ladies of the occult were happily chatting on the rear seat of the broom when suddenly they heard a splat! And then they saw it and felt it, greasy grimy chauffeur guts, covering every inch of them! The new chauffeur was not watching close enough and ran smackdab into a parliament of owls!

Meanwhile the broom was out of control and descending fast! The witches tried to grab the handle and right themselves, but continued to fall. If it wasn’t for farmer Jones’ hay piles in the field below, well you can imagine. . .

As they got up to check for injuries, a ziglet of zombies happened by. “Hey, you ladies in for a night on the town? We promise you’ll have a ghoul of a time!” Thinking their night of fun was over with the broom accident, the witches were delighted to accept the invitation.

October Writing Prompts

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https://mymindmappings.com/2025/10/24/fandangos-flashback-friday-october-24th/

Thought his mom was going nuclear
Announced he’d remain a bachelor
No grandchildren?
She committed assault with a spatula.

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https://sammiscribbles.wordpress.com/2025/10/25/weekend-writing-prompt-439-bachelor/

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flowing gold

end of a rainbow

fantasy

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https://amanpan.com/tag/senhaisaturday/

I was lucky , but thought no cause for alarm. I say lucky because I should have called 911. I did survive and then spent ten days in the hospital because it turns out I had a heart attack. My family who was mostly out of town at the time admonished me for not calling the emergency service. Guess what they think is true, I’m immortal😳😀.

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https://lindaghill.com/2025/10/24/the-friday-reminder-and-prompt-for-socs-oct-25-2025/