JusJoJan Day No: 26

JusJoJan Day No: 26

Today’s prompt:  busy

I remember those days before cell phones.

The landline phones – some wall-hung – some princess style sitting on an end table.

Times were different for certain since friends were never too ‘busy‘ for each other.

What happened?

New age – new time-saving appliances – new contraptions often referred to as

doodads.

Yet since my divorce you refrain from contacting me – tis I the one who initiates calls.

You’re too ‘busy‘ to pick up the phone! You’re too ‘busy‘ to plug in my number on your

cell!

Yet at Christmas you ‘always’ find the time to snail mail me a card. 

Well I grew tired of your so-called disappearance act for whatever reason(s). 

This year I retrieved your holiday sentimental card from my mailbox and to date it still

sits unopened.

Friendship to me has always been a two-way street. I never deserted a friend in need.

Times when in actuality I was too ‘busy‘ to converse I still made the effort often at my 

expense.

I vow until the end of time to continue my mannerisms only I refuse to allow any

person to treat me like a misfit because of single status. 

 

 

 

Writing Prompt Day 19 – Fighting for a Future

Tired
Hope's near gone
Gal tenure life strong

Guidelines
Dotted eyes crossed tees
Tears regrets incapable please

Decades
Three plus half
Divorced mother bereft

Words
Ne'er thought write
Profile dating sites

Luck
Slim selective morals keep
Word 'no' lack subsequent phone bleeps

Solemnness
Design individual tombstone dread
Inadvertent conscientious rehash widespread 

Goals future
Plans assess situation 
Relax regroup agree self deserve dream vacation.

© 2019 June Quintin

July 2019 Writing Prompts

   


Feeling Similar to a Wallflower at a Dance

Today I did a little research – reviewed statistics and facts. 

Two years submitting blog posts and the occasional hiatus with good reason.

It’s difficult to understand how a person with thousands of fans winds up with only a few likes. How is this possible? 

In my profession this retiree – a full-charge bookkeeper – had to balance the books each month. 

There appears to be something amiss with the numerical figures I witness when accessing blogs.

Humans by nature compare – quality versus quantity.

Although I’ve touched on topics pertaining to my personal life,  I refrain from offering up all the embed details.

Where do I fit in? I ask myself that question.

Not a prude by nature; however, I refuse to write trash.

It’s becoming more apparent (similar to the dating world) the genuine nice man or woman isn’t in demand.

Life hasn’t always been easy and no desire to write about all the dirty laundry – saving that for an actual book.

To those who have befriended me I say “Thank You” – to others well it would have been nice to have known you.  

Maybe the next two years will be different – new content – always hope – remain positive in thought – healthy mind.

I shall sit alone with my thoughts as how to progress – continue blogging – hoping for more interaction and more fans.

The other option is return to my favorite past-time for decades where at the end of the day each step moving forward gave me great satisfaction.

Time is precious! I don’t wish to waste it! – I tried my best! The future awaits! God Bless!

   

 

Organizational Process Finale!

Periodic write poems rhymingTopic online dating undermining

Hours human broken-heart therapy timeSurrender selection Stop Sign end of line

Desire not bore readers daily basisHappily marrieds rare relate divorce cases

Certainly hold membership world romanceDoubtful dream realization thou third chance

Creative new older generation ideasReader audience hopeful appreciate peers

Writing tools gather plus new device displayVoice recorder memory day-by-day account relay

Discovery requirement usage small lighted magnifierReading instructions small print definitely be harder

Wonder 'bout paperwork purchase box inclusiveCompact zip words coincidence eyeglasses abusive

Suggestive occurrences interesting daily readsOrganizational choices pristine perception proceed.

© 2018 June Quintin