Daily Prompt; The Daily Post


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When you look back at your blog on January 2, 2015, what would you like to see?

Photographers, artists, poets: show us PROGRESS.

This is really chancing it. Taking time and putting a stamp on it. But for a blog’s make-believe prompt, I will play the game.

In January and in February, I continued to write about Al’s condition with MSA. One morning though when I went to wake him up, there was a note left behind from him. It said he was sorry he had to go, but he was invited by the angels and decided to fly off with them.

I remember writing to all of my friends about my broken heart and yet could manage to add a line or two about how happy I was that he was no longer in pain.

March and April I could see that Spring was coming. I was able to open the windows off and on to clear  the staleness of winter. I usually made my daily trip to Al’s room where it was left untouched from the day he left.

With the sun shining and the window open a crack I looked around at his huge collection and it came to me it was time to box up his possessions. It took me a few weeks to do it as this task always made me sad and weepy.

Once this was done I had a clear room if you didn’t check the closets. I slowly began to take pieces of my antiques into his room to fill up the empty spaces and within a couple of weeks I had a  new room to look at.

By the end of April Spring was definitely in the air and I noticed one day that I was smiling when I looked into my mirror. There wasn’t a day that went by that I didn’t think about my dear brother, but I had by now caught up on all those lost hours of sleep.

My birthday had come and my children had all surprised me with a big birthday party since I turned 60. I had pondered on whether to sell my home and move to where my daughter was or to stay here in the frigid winters.

What I decided on was to stay here but go visit her for a few weeks in the winters. A few more weeks I spent with my best girlfriend, catching up on so many lost chats. I made arrangements with different friends I had made on here. I drove or flew out to see these friends in the next several months.

Getting to meet the people who had supported me throughout Al’s illness was a dream come true. We each had our tears and yet there was plenty of laughter and sight-seeing. I came home from each visit with a new-found life. The last visit I made I brought home with me a name and a phone number of an awesome guy whom I had met.

By the time that December had rolled around I was almost back to normal. Al never left my mind for even one day. I could always see him standing hand in hand with Mom and Dad. All of them were smiling down on me and this warmed my heart.

This Christmas was going to be super special. Not only was I going to be able to see my children, the man who I had met was coming here for a visit.

On January 2, 2015, I got the proposal of my life and I said yes. Wow, life was full of sorrow the past seven years. But I was a good sister and daughter. I took care of my family as long as they needed me. Now things are beginning to turn and I find myself waking up smiling every day. Life is good, and getting better. Al, you would be proud of me. I told you I would be alright if you left. See? I wasn’t lying.

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Daily Prompt; You’re a Winner


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You’ve just won $1 billion dollars in the local lottery. You do not have to pay tax on your winnings. How will you spend the money?

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Interesting prompt, I believe. In my opinion there are two ways to look at this. The dreams of living or the living in reality.

How many times have you sat in front of the television eagerly awaiting the lottery numbers to be called. Excitement filling you and some anxiety. Maybe a feeling of a little luck, makes your emotions taller than the tallest building in the world. You feel it, you can almost taste it. Your numbers you picked are going to be it.lottostoresnpa400_19bu53n-19bu540

Quietly, barely breathing you listen to each number called. If it is with you like it is with most people who play, one or none of your numbers are called.

Disappointment sets in. Hope disappears. The visions of that new sports car drives quickly a way.sports car

Maybe after you spend numerous dollars each week and set yourself in front of the TV, you may get lucky. If you are truly full of luck you could be the real winner. And if you are that one in a million what will you do with your winnings? Will it be spent on charities, family, cars, houses, bills? It doesn’t matter to me. What is important to me is not how much you won, but how will it change you.

Will it make your ego soar? Will you give thanks to the one who made it possible for you to win it? I don’t know the answer to this. Lottery can be a great entertainment, I admit. I used to work in a gas station and I would see people spend almost their entire pay checks on beer and lottery. A few days later they would come in for gas complaining about how high-priced life is to live. How they only have a few bucks left until the next pay-day. That there freezer is empty. It is theirs and your choice to live any  way you wish, but remember, for every decision you make there is always a good or bad pay off along with it.

Now there is the other type of winner. It doesn’t necessarily even have to do with God. It has to do with your attitude in life and about life. How you feel about yourself. Do you wake up each morning being thankful you have one more day to make the best of it? If the sun is shining, you smile; and if it is cloudy or raining, you don’t gripe. Instead you instantly can think of something that needs to be done indoors for the day. And as you look at the brown grass, you realize that the rain is desperately needed.

Do you go to the fridge and get out food to fix a meal? Do you give thanks to anyone for being able to do this? Do you ever stop and ponder that maybe that old man/woman on the corner isn’t eating this morning because they don’t have enough money to buy food? Or maybe they have the money but no one has made the effort to take their grocery list to the store and along with their money get what they need? Maybe you feel generous enough that you can toss in a couple extra cans of soup for them.

campbell soupHave you ever thought how darn lucky you are that you can still make the choice whether to do this or that; to be laid back or dig into some project that has been calling your name?

Some people wake up in the mornings and don’t know what day it is. Is it night or even day? Age and sickness ravish this world. You and me are lucky enough to still be able to walk, think and talk.

Now to me, as long as I have my bills paid and food on the table, I consider myself blessed and rich. Of course a few extra jingles in my pocket would be nice. A drivable car is very nice. To have one car in our driveway is awesome. But many times I see two, three or more sitting in one driveway.

We all have multiple TV’s, more than a land line phone, almost everyone has a cell phone on top. Riding lawn mowers, snow blowers, leaf blowers have replaced manual work. Our lives are so easy compared to fifty years ago,and for some reason we still keep wanting more.

This is human nature. I don’t blame anyone for feeling this way at all. We can’t help ourselves. But we need to realize how good we have it today. We are walking, talking, breathing, making choices, dressing ourselves, loving, hating, eating, reading, hearing, smelling, touching. We are rich in these areas and yet we don’t realize it each day when we get up.

So there are two riches in life. Maybe you are the one in the million that has both riches. Maybe you feel you have nothing to feel rich about. But I bet if you reread this again, you will discover you may be the richest one of all.

Daily Prompt; My Precious


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Who is the person in your life who can do no wrong? Describe this person and tell us why you hold them in such high esteem.

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Who is the person in my life that can do no wrong? I am sorry, I can’t think of anyone who can do no wrong except one lady. I used to think there were two. My best friend, L.S. and my dad.

Now being down to one I feel so lucky that I have that very best friend who I think the highest regards for. Who in my eyes does no wrong.

Now when I was a kid, not too many years back I had a few favorite people I felt could do no wrong. Idols, who I looked up to. Visits I got so excited about. Smiles so big that they showed missing teeth. Yes, those were the days. Can you guess who they were in a young girl’s life? Let me show you by photo only. I know you will guess then.

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Daily Prompt; A Bird, A Plane, You


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You get to choose one superpower. Pick one of these, and explain your choice:

  • the ability to speak and understand any language
  • the ability to travel through time
  • the ability to make any two people agree with each other

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The ability to speak and understand any language is the one that I choose.

The language of love and compassion and understanding are all formed in one area and that area is in each of us. In between our rib cage right under your left upper breast is a heart.

The heart is where most feelings start.grains-of-sand-990x500hands I don’t need to know Spanish, German, Italian, French, African and so many other languages to feel love.

I can look at you whether you are white, brown, black or polka-dot and see and feel your love. The pain will be seen through your eyes and felt within my heart. I can reach out my hand and lock it in between yours and there is an understanding. A peace that gently surrounds the two of us like a gentle rain falling around our souls.rain

A good example is our blogs, I have some of the best friendships and it is due to hearts, not so much the words. I can be here in Indiana and you can reside in England, and we connect through our hearts.

Yes, this is my choice. For what ever human being my path crosses in life, there is a chance to connect. A chance to love, feel, and touch through our heart and soul.

Daily Prompt; Perspective


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Think about something that drives you crazy. Now, think about something that makes you happy. Does it change your perspective on the former?

Photographers, artists, poets: show us a PERSPECTIVE.

I hate when I use the phone and I get those stupid recordings.

 

I hate busy signals on the phone.

 

I love the sounds of birds.

 

I love taking photographs.

 

I love Joyce Meyers.

 

I absolutely love Dr. Charles Stanley.

 

There is a huge difference when I am doing what I love in life. My step is higher and lighter. My smiles are back. I look forward to the next day. When I am surrounded by sickness and sad things or things that irritate me, I get tired easily. I get irritable. I want to sleep all the time. Life is not always worth looking at the next moment.

Daily Prompt; Fright Night


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What’s the thing you’re most scared to do? What would it take to get you to do it?

Photographers, artists, poets: show us FRIGHTENING.

With using my mind and not my subconcience I am admitting I am afraid of a few things in life.

1. Darkness, I hate being in the dark. Walking outside in the dark. The unknown of the dark. Who is lurking around out doors at night? My imagination can run wild. I prefer to stay inside once I can’t see light anymore. I prefer to not have to get out of bed once I turn the lights out.grey trees

2. Heights, I hate heights. Anytime I stand on a chair or a ladder, my legs turn to jello. My feet become cemented to the surface. My whole body becomes a dance of wiggles and shakes. I guess the fear is of falling. What else could it be?ladder

3 and lastly, spiders. Anything that crawls that has two or more legs, is shorter than me and quicker than me sends shivers down my spine. Forces me to race for the broom, mop, fly swatter, anything I can defend myself with.

I figure I am afraid of it getting me. Will it bite me and hurt me? Will its sting be fatal? What a baby I am. Something so tiny compared to my height and yet I go running for the hills.

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Daily Prompt; Come Fly With Me


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Share a story about the furthest you’ve ever traveled from home.

Photographers, artists, poets: show us TRAVELS.

In my mind, I have traveled the Universe.canoe I have visited from North to South, East to West. I have seen the homelesshomeless. I have seen the rich.empty_house_by_scarlettletters-d3fenj7 I have seen death and I have seen birth.angel childrose

I have seen the mountains and I have seen the valleys.nature skieswave_tourist

I have seen the smiles, I have seen the tears. I have seen the joy and I have seen the sorrow.

In my mind there is no where I haven’t been. I have traveled the universe.

Daily Prompt; The Perfect Game


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You’re set to play poker (or Scrabble or something else . . .) with a group of four. Write a story set during this game. Or, describe the ideal match: the players, the relationships — and the hidden rivalries.

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The air was filled with haze. Cigars being lipped and inhaled. Eyes narrowed, all eyes on red and black. The bartender wiping glasses. Girls lined up on the stairs; ready to take your money.

Big Buck walks in through the swinging doors. Eyes raise, brows come together. Everyone hated Big Buck.

He had a reputation of being a low-down dirty dog. Didn’t give a hoot about anyone but himself. Usually everyone took off when they saw him coming he stunk so bad. Scraggly beard, rumor was he didn’t bathe but once a month. Even then I heard it said he took his bath in the pig trough.

Big Buck walked over behind one of the players. Scratching his beard and rubbing his nose, he squinted as he looked at the player’s hand. Slowly he made it past each player, checking out who had what.

Then he saw it. He saw one of the players had a card peeking out from his sleeve.

” Cheater. You all got a cheater playing here. I seen it. He has a card hidden up his sleeve. What ya all gonna do about it? I say kick him out and kick him down.”

The one being accused scooted down in his chair. Pulling his hat down to cover his eyes, the other players stood up. Putting down their cigars one of them walked over to the accused. ” Are you trying to cheat us Morty? Roll up those sleeves and show us that hidden card.”

All but one gal quit bringing in the bait and scurried up the stairs. She wanted a piece of the action.  One by one you could hear the doors slam. The bartender stopped wiping and reached for his gun on the shelf below.

” I said it once and I ain’t a saying it again. Roll those sleeves up. No one here wants to play with a cheater.”

Cheater didn’t say a word, he just pulled his hat farther down and kept quiet. One of the other players got up and snarled, ” Yeah boss, he must be cheating. Look at the coward. He can’t even prove himself. I say let’s get him.”

Everyone took cover as the cheater was picked up by the back of the neck. A punch to the right jaw and then the left. The nose was instantly swelling and blood was dripping but not a word came from  his mouth.

Another player was getting down right pissed at his lack of words and picked up a chair and cold-cocked him right over the head. Down went Cheater,  hit the floor hard. The other players started using their grubby boots and kicked him in the ribs.

The bartender let out a thunder of bullets. Everyone stopped in their tracks and looked at him. ” Not in my bar, you all get out of here and take that mongrel with you. You gonna fight, take it outside.”

Old, Big Buck let out the biggest god awful sound. He was laughing so hard he started choking on his own spit. ” You fools, you listen to everything. If I told you the chief was coming would you believe it? You all just give me some good entertainment. I was bored and you all filled the bill.” Laughing so hard he didn’t see the chair coming at him.

Knocked him to the ground and started beating him up. Didn’t even bother taking it outside. Just let him have a dose of his own medicine right here and now. By the time the players got done with him blood was everywhere. Chairs were busted. The ladies came down to see what was happening when all got quiet.

” Get out of here you old ornery cuss. We don’t like the likes of your kind here. Don’t you ever show your ass back here again, you hear?”

They drug him to his feet and kicked him all the way to the door. Big Buck staggered outside the saloon. ” I’ll be back, you’ll see. I’ll be back, just you wait and see. You can’t keep me a way. This is a free country.”

The guys turned their back on him and went in to tend to the innocent Cheater, still knocked out cold.

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Daily Prompt; Pep Rally


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We all know someone who could use a pep talk… so write them one!

Photographers, artists, poets: show us CHEER.

I Promise To Try Harder

Al when he was little

I promise to try harder

To not feel bad

To be more positive

To not cut myself down

To smile more often

I promise to try harder

To accept what is happening

To reach for each moment

To treasure each gift

To not think ahead

I promise to try harder

To be more understanding

To carry more patience

To comfort your tears

To listen to your words

I promise to be the

Best darn sister you

Could ever wish for

On our trip walking

Through M.S.A.

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Daily Prompt; Home Sweet Home


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When you’re away from home, what person, thing, or place do you miss the most?

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When I visit a motel, it can have the nicest, biggest bedbed; but it lacks the comfy look of a room.comfy bed

The room can be furnished with everything I need and be so neat and tidy.clean room

But I would feel more at home with a little less neatness and a little more lived in atmosphere.messy-room1

So although I am enjoying being a way from home, seeing new and old familiar faces, I dream at nights about being back home in my own bed.