Today’s words: beam, virtual, box, bruise, bit, lost, spectrum, torn, tweak, bundle, breathe, time
Sudden tweak spectrum
Bundle tissues box bit torn
Grief sadness bruise lost
Time pass sun beams fresh air breathe
Reality virtual
Alcoholism – a dependence syndrome touched my life from birth until recent times.
My father was a full-blown alcoholic (a man I loved in spite of his addiction). His
days started with his house painting job and ended when the corner bar closed.
For certain this had a multitude of negative effects on my life, from living
arrangements to bullied by classmates for wearing another girl’s hand-me down clothes.
The supposed friend boasted daily about her clothing now being worn by one far
less fortunate, me.
Yes, it’s quite interesting what the mind remembers from years ago.
In my teen years at parties I’d watched my Cape Verdean boyfriend consume booze
until he actually became physically sick. I couldn’t figure out the connection as why
a fairly smart handsome young man would participate in such an activity.
I was one of the few ‘bystanders’ at parties – no way – no thanks – upchucking was
definitely not for me.
Years later I married a man whose family owned two bars. On Friday nights he’d
bartender at one for extra income. He knew better than drink all the freebies
the patrons purchased for him; he was really good at pretend and placed the cash
in a jar.
Time marched on and urban development took the bars and a new adventure
on the scene, a kitchen and lounge. For a few years weekends I waitressed the
kitchen side along with my oldest daughter. I was the nominee due to age factor
venturing over to the lounge whenever a customer requested an alcoholic
beverage.
Did I ever consume alcohol? Yes, three glasses of mixed sweet beverages
to keep hydrated throughout so many Saturday nights, a sip here ‘n there
and right back out on the dance floor.
My marital home contained a good-sized liquor cabinet; however I’m
thankful I never had the desire to indulge in other than the occasional
glass of wine served with dinner and iced cold beer (disliked taste) at
family barbecues.
Perhaps it was my outlook on life ‘don’t want my family to experience
my youth’ since a high percentage follow in their parent(s) footsteps.
This disease as it’s referred has touched many members of my former
family and sad to learn details of each one’s battle and how their life
crumbled as refusal help leaves little loved ones can do for them.
A little twist here – a man from my hometown I met on a dating site.
The first evening we dined out I noticed his glassy eyes only thought
little of them since it was winter and quite cold outdoors. With his
dinner he ordered a beer then another. I dated him on and off for
a period of three years (platonic dates since via his own words I
was a nice woman and he a player).
He suffered from OCD and issues with anxiety thus kept his dates
fairly local. Eventually he told me his story over a three-hour Chinese
meal. He drank due to the loss of his mother at a young age. I
encouraged him to seek help; however my attempts were in vain
One day I plain tired of his games, we parted ways and no
longer communicate via phone nor e-mail messages.
Done!
There’s a valid reason for my writing this post today. A few
months ago I interacted with someone from the creator app my
family has been working for near four years.
The man’s lip synching evoked emotions within me, a gal who’d
pretty much managed to numb out her feelings on life in general.
We became virtual friends and he shared parts of his life, his
treatment and the mechanisms of day-to-day life and the
12-step journey.
I researched a bit and tried my best to let him know how
valuable life is and share with him how at times we all suffer
from degrees of depression.
Then without warning he chose to shut me out – OUCH. My
beautiful inspirational quotes were delivered, perhaps he did
read them only the messenger app’s gray check with a white
tick alerted me to the fact I was being ignored.
This was the end of another journey for me and like before
in the end it was I who’d experience anguish at the loss of a friend.
I’ve vowed never to repeat this pattern again unless the person
with the problem is an actual ‘immediate’ family member.
I’d been warned, I didn’t listen and even at this late stage in
life the wrath of rejection following good deeds is quite hurtful.
prompt: drive
Finally found drive blog more often
Lucky me wi-fi connection malfunction
Early morn felt pangs internet defeat
Cable provider proud occupant driver’s seat
Amazing technology still scads inability control
Shopping trip cool off cessation feeling blood boil
Creative gal love crochet items since back-in-day
Drive near hour specific brand yarn sale underway
Unfamiliar territory avoid traffic side street turn off
Lucky me, a one-way and ahead approaching car – city cop
Flagged pullover in progress driver warning heeds
Overgrown tree branches hid traffic sign politely she pleads
Rethink out-of-town sales option save shopper oodles cash
Fortunate day honest error, no GPS, result drive humongous laugh.
https://lindaghill.com/2021/06/11/the-friday-reminder-and-prompt-for-socs-june-12-2021/
Today’s words: pretend, shelf, tall
Decisions, Decisions
Pretend decades strong
Intrusive thoughts choose bypass
Focus positive
Shelf secondary victim
Innocent deserves stand tall
https://pensitivity101.wordpress.com/2021/06/09/three-things-challenge-624/
In light of recent events, the gal who refuses to give up her final goal
in life has chosen to prioritize where, how and with whom she spends
quality time, a much-needed precedent to change title following her name
from ‘writer’ to ‘author’ before the local New Year’s Authors’ convention.
https://lindaghill.com/2021/06/09/one-liner-wednesday-late-to-the-party/
A kitten so adorable, so tiny compared to a full-grown cat captures my heart.
I think back of teenage days, a trip to my girlfriend’s uncle’s farm and a litter
of kittens awaiting adoption inside a red barn.
That Sunday I would return home with my first pet, a calico kitten.
I named her Toastie perhaps due to her multi-colors – hard to remember now.
She was an indoor kitten who when I went to school would tear the wallpaper
to shreds.
Perhaps that’s what today is referred to as separation anxiety from the only
individual in the household who was capable of actual love, me.
I don’t know how long Toastie was with me – perhaps my parents intentionally
let her go outdoors when I was studying hard at school.
Thinking back ‘she disappeared’ were the words told to me.
I’d never see my cute, cuddly Toastie again.
She was the first and last kitten / cat in my life.
Although I always preferred cats versus dogs once married I heard the word, ‘NO’.
https://lifeafter50forwomen.com/2021/06/07/what-do-you-see-85-june-7th-2021/
First glance of the pic led me to believe this animal species could possibly be the
Vietnamese Orangutan ‘Pongo hooijeri’, an endangered species.
At second glance I took note of the creature’s facial features and oh the long nose
of the rather ugly animal would define it as an ant eater.
An anteater specializes in eating insects.
Although this one is quite gigantic I could’ve used a mini-one earlier this morn.
My urge to pee was greater than my urge to stop the black carpenter ant
(a nervous wreck) made himself at home touring the vanity walking on
numerous personal items.
Void of a long-handled weapon, helpless, I had no choice other than watch
the segmented bugger.
Adamant that ant would soon meet his maker, upon arising after washing my
hands I was on a mission to stop him dead in his tracks.
Success, one less carpenter ant!
Word count: 147 to 150 (if this is inaccurate, blame it on the block editor – tough time.
https://christinebialczak.com/2021/06/08/simply-6-minutes-welcome-to-the-challenge-06-08-2021/
Prior to breakfast a news article from a reputable source peaked my interest.
I was shocked!!
This article was the first one I’d read on the topic of the Covid-19 vaccines
failure to produce antibodies to those taking immunosuppressive medications.
Following are a few notes ‘not verbatim’ rather hits or miss jots of information.
To me they are a major concern since I’ve been under treatment for two
of the top 10 out of 100 on the list – one for near a decade.
I’d no prior information on the topic read; however, I did note studies have
been in progress for average time period of three months.
Written was how “Millions of Americans might not have adequate response
to the vaccine.”
Unbelievable!
A few actual case histories were discussed in length.
Imagine a person taking the two-dose Pfizer’s vaccine plus one dose J & J and
results of their lab blood work showed ‘no detectable’ antibodies.
The reports were from major sources and top hospitals so undoubtedly this read
wasn’t one of fake news nature.
The last few months I stopped allowing my good morning mood soon turn into a
bad one after accessing and trying to make sense of all the negative news
found on social media..
Perhaps I’d miss prior info. I’ll never know.
A statement of interest was how now since the above discovery the major
agencies are advising people against checking for antibodies while a
minimal amount of people ‘so fearful’ entered into unchartered territory and
opted to get an extra supplement.
In my locale masks are no longer required in most places and as hideous as it
sounds it appears we’re operating on an ‘honor’ system.
https://mindlovemiserysmenagerie.wordpress.com/2021/06/01/photo-challenge-368/
picture credit ~ Natalia Drepina
Daytime turns darkness night
Cemetery iron gates closed and locked
As visitors of loved ones return to their homes
Deceased inhabitants begin to stir within their graves
Stealthily countless hands penetrate freshly mowed grass
Sounds e’er creepy unknown heard scare late night walkers
Void of flashlights unable to capture a pic or quick view all
Passersby disturbed flee scared to death an understatement
Unseen shaking to and fro hands those gone before us
Participating in nightly ritual private dance unimaginable
No invitations nor R.S.V.P. s sight unseen prior to initiation rites
Sorority members this group reserved for those led life via guiding light.
jaquintinwriter 
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