Very Inspiring Blogging Award

The very first person who ever started following me back in March of this year, was Bird. I quickly became attached to her, as I was still fearful of what I am doing, or what to write. I have come some ways, but have much learning to do yet.

Bird is a special woman. She is tough yet gentle hearted, giving, but won’t be used. She has so much faith in God, that she taught me I have a ways to go to be in her position. She is loving and fair and writes a wonderful blog. Make sure to check our her site:

Thank you so much Bird. This means so much.

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Our kitty is most entertaining first things in the mornings and late in the afternoons

Cali, the kitty, loves to give kisses

I am actually going to start calling nursing homes tomorrow to get information

Indiana is having their state wide yard sales tomorrow and Friday, and it is to rain both days.

We had lasagna and cheese bread sticks for supper

I bleached out my outdoor furniture today and now they are nice, bright and clean

I took a small hutch that I always hated the white paint, and used dry brush strokes in a color of antique green and repainted it. It now looks older than me. LOL

For nominations:

paulaacton   for reading each of my chapters of my new book

viveka   for leaving a comment every single time whether my blog is good or bad

girldiaries101  for being too much like my own self

dreamingthruthetwilight  for finding me through another web site


Thank you Bird, once again. I think you are pretty terrific!!!

Continuing Story Part 8

The next Dahlia woke up to darkness. She sat there blinking her eyes, but no shadow came into play. She tried crawling out of bed to get her robe on and tripped over her slippers. This caused a loud noise, which brought the teacher directly from her bed to Dahlia’s bedroom.

The teacher knelt over and helped pick her up and sat her down on the bed and checked her out for any cuts or blood. After seeing nothing, the teacher asked  what had happened, had she fallen, and Dahlia burst into tears, saying she could not see.

The teacher laid her down in her bed, and told her she would be back, that she  was going to go call the doctor, and told her to please lie still and try not to get out of bed. The teacher could be heard going through the house, sounding like fast running horses.

In mid morning, the doctor came over with his special tools and checked Dahlia’s eyes out, and found that a few of her blood vessels had broken in both eyes, and there was no way to fix this. She was blind. Dahlia broke out in wails and the teacher came to her side and put her arm around her and tried to comfort her, but it did not work. She told Dahlia that she was going to walk the doctor to the door, and that she would be back in a few minutes.

On the way to the door to let him out, she asked him if there was something that could be done and he shook his head no. There was no fixing the already damaged vessels. She thanked him for coming and he told her if they needed him, just to let him know.

Teacher walked back to the bedroom where Dahlia was still sobbing and sat down in the rocker across from the bed in silence. All that could be heard in the room was gasping and cries. The teacher felt helpless and didn’t know what to say or do, but she knew that they had to move forth in their lives.

She stood up and told Dahlia that she was going to go prepare them some breakfast, and they would talk when she got back to the room. Dahlia told her she didn’t want any breakfast and that she wanted to be left alone.

The teacher walked out of the room, ignoring the request, and went to the kitchen and started breakfast. Two hard-boiled eggs, fresh fruit, toast with jelly and hot tea. She brought the tray back to Dahlia’s room and rested it on her dresser. Dahlia did not move towards her, in fact, she rolled over the other direction and pulled the covers up over her head.

The teacher said that they must eat, that they neither would be able to think clearly about what to do with this new information if they didn’t have nourishment. She took the blankets back and helped her sit up in her bed, and then brought a small table over and placed her breakfast on the table. She took Dahlia’s hands and helped her feel where each food and silver ware was, showed her where the cup was placed. There was no sound, so teacher went back to the rocker and balancing her breakfast on her lap, she began to eat and think about what their next move was.

She had her first bite swallowed and all of a sudden a loud crash was heard, and food was splattered everywhere. On the bed, the floor, and her bed-clothes. Dahlia laid back down and covered herself back up, and said to the teacher, go away, leave me alone.

The teacher continued to eat, ignoring the outburst from Dahlia, and when she finished she took her tray down along with the broken dish pieces, and then brought back a mop and bucket and cleaned up the floor.

She left Dahlia alone, to tend to her grieving and did not offer to help clean her clothing or bed up. In the teacher’s mind this was bad, but she knew of people who had life much worse, and they would work around this. To Dahlia, life was over. Her dreams had vanished along with her sight. Dahlia went deep into herself, never wanting to live again.

The teacher checked in on her periodically to see if she was alright, but for the fact of only getting up to  use the restroom, she never left her bed. Meanwhile, the teacher made a trip to the school and explained the absence of the past day of why Dahlia was not in school.

The school personal called her into a small quiet room and had her wait here. Within a few moments two other personal came in to the room and they all sat at the table. They stated what a fine girl Dahlia was, and that she worked hard and had outstanding grades, but, there was no special equipment here at the school for someone who was blind. They hated to excuse her from this school, they hated seeing her go, but they had no choice. They dropped Dahlia from the classes.

The teacher sat there with tears flowing down her cheeks. Her own visions of this beautiful girl not being able to dance and teach had been broken also. She held out her hand to shake and tell her good-byes. They went to where Dahlia’s books were kept and gathered them up and they all walked to the front door, letting the teacher out and the door closing softly behind them. This was it, it was over. So hard to get into school, and so easy to be let go. How could this happen, and what could be done about it. These were all thoughts that were racing around in her head, on her walk home to a student that refused to get out of bed, thinking that her life was totally over.

English: Line art drawing of a dahlia.

English: Line art drawing of a dahlia. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

I Do


Wedding-dress (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

She was spun around, a princess in her own right, with a partner who was magnificent, dressed in black attire. Glittery balls hung from the ceiling floating softly, being spun like stars, bouncing and reflecting off the sequins of her gown.

A dream was what this was. The night of her life, as she had walked down the aisle into her lover’s arms only to say the only words that mattered, for all to hear, I do. A little girl’s dream, a fairy tale, that each of us want to live.

For years she had waited for this moment. A delicately, pearled white dress, with a low back, and tightly fitted bodice. It was floor length with a matching head-dress that gracefully spoke to the floor each time they met.

Music was drifting from all corners of the ballroom, soft ballads of love. An orchestra in the corner showing fingers gently caressing their tools. Champagne glasses being gently touched hand to hand to celebrate this moment, and laughter was heard from the outskirts, letting all who passed by to ponder, and stop and listen.

A food table drizzled in white linens and virgin candles being lit for the first time, reflections of their love bouncing off the delicacies. Only the finest sandwiches were being served, with several types of cheeses and fruits, that burst open with flavor and napkins had to be dabbed at the corners of the mouth, as one didn’t want to let one piece escape the taste buds.

On another table a scarlet red velvet spread its wings across the horizons and laying atop where colors of golds, silvers and whites, with fancy ribbons and bows. Gifts loved ones had brought to show their support of this marriage. In the middle of this vast table sat the most delicate looking cake, all white with beads of pearls, and red flowers danced edge to edge. Droppings of iced lace drooled around each layer, never-ending. The topper was a duplicate of the bride and groom dressed in the same attire as they were at this moment.

As she was spun round and round she could see smiles on her parents faces. The joy in their eyes spoke of approval of this day. They had danced giddy from being in love, and having drunk too much champagne. Hoping this day would never end, that the feelings that were bestowed on them would never leave, stamping a place in each heart, of this day they became one.

She felt a pain in her leg and tried to move, but could not. She had to ring her bell for her assistant to come help her. Her pain medications had worn off, and the phantom pains that were rousing her from her beautiful dream, had brought forth the present, leaving the dream world behind.

When the assistant walked into the room, she helped her patient by cradling her in her arms and lifting her into her wheel chair, so that she could start her day by using the restroom and getting washed and dressed, her teeth brushed and hair combed.. A clean sleep gown was placed over her arms and left to drape itself over her lower half where once two legs had been placed, but now were no longer there, as a drunk driver had slammed into the back of her car two years ago, ejecting her leaving her legs behind.