Daily Prompt; Blogger in a Strange Land
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What’s the strangest place from…
Daily Prompt; Blogger in a Strange Land
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What’s the strangest place from…
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What’s the strangest place from which you’ve posted to your blog? When was the last time you were out and about, and suddenly thought, “I need to write about this!”?
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Everywhere I am I think of blogging. Is this an addiction? No, it is a part of my make-up. When I’m outside looking at nature. Or maybe I am dining out.
When I am on a stroll, I really think about blogging.
What about when the sun is setting on a beautiful Spring day?
When I used to take a small vacation I would think about blogging as I watched my grandchildren playing in the pool.
When I see something I can not get close to, like the deer. They are so skittish around humans but not this fellow, he just posed for me.
I think a lot about my brother Al when I blog. He has changed so much since last summer with his M.S.A. When I am flying I think about my blogging.
I like to think about writing when I see new life being born.
At the holiday I think about the special moments. Every once in a while I will slip a photo of me in there.
When I see bright and happy things like this old-fashioned merry-go-round.
When I look up and hear the whirly bird coming.
When I see things I know I won’t see again in my life time.
When I see strange lines or figures in the skies.
So in the final thoughts I guess I am always in strange places that seem quite familiar in my own mind.
Daily Prompt; Stranger in a Strange Land
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What’s your favorite part about visiting a new…
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What’s your favorite part about visiting a new place — the food? The architecture? The people watching?
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I imagine there are those who are like me. Vacations are not in my dictionary. Oh, I am not saying I have never been on vacation. I went with my parents each summer to Minnesota. My Dad went for Pike fishing. Mom did more work while we were on vacation than she did at home.
When I grew up and got married we used to go to the State Fair each year. The kids and I would ride the wagon around the fairgrounds, and get sick on fair food. My husband went so he could watch the Tractor Pulls.
One fall my husband and I went to a small fishing lake in Michigan. I had a good time I guess. He fished and I tried to find things to do. I did end up nine months later with this.
Now when I think of vacations, I think of the word alone. I would love to just go to a cabin in the woods and do what I want. Or go to my daughter’s house and stay for a week and catch up on life.
I wouldn’t go to the big malls to shop. I wouldn’t go to the most expensive dining areas. I would try to find a Ryan’s Buffet. http://www.ryans.com
I would visit any antique stores in far off places. I would enjoy the birds singing.
I would enjoy the beauty of flowers.
Maybe find a nice guy and fall in love.
Or maybe I would just look at the stars in my rocker on the porch and dream a way.
Or sit by the fireplace and roast marshmallows and talk about the good old days.
I guess my best part of the vacation is not so much it being somewhere I have never visited.
It is about the quietness and the peace. It is about the company I am in. It is about pleasing my inner spirit. It is about looking through the crystal glass and seeing how darn lucky I have been all my life.