Bi-Monthly Grocery Shopping Trip

Game
Emotional drain
Complaints listen
Reactions refrain

Shopping
Disinfect cart
Proceed down aisles
Direction arrows mark

Rules
Fools refuse abide
Mask wearers shock
Sad no where to hide

Shelves
Paper goods bare
Question store clerk
Status future up in air

Unbelievable
Social isolation in place
Somehow sudden loss faith
As new norm population face

Tired
Supermarket ‘n errands
Once routine turn distress
Thankful return own safe haven


 

 

 

Depression – Empty Feelings

Realization and admission of factors set me back – impossible move forward path.

Tired of all the bull-crap people peddle seems like each forgot wear rubber boots

before dancing in puddles. 

It’s hard to admit defeat – always thought continue the struggle – win – beat.

Tis not I consider self a failure; tis trying to do too much late in life alone well

competition difficult for one-man band.

I’ve read the posts written about events of people’s weeks – interesting some

complain while others embellish.

I’m onboard with knowledge of people prefer positivity over negativity only

a certain few need to get grips on own reality.  

Life seems easier for the rich – harder for the middle class.

Does that any longer actually exist?

I empathize with the minority folk extremely poor.

The percentage of humans suffering due to circumstances beyond their control

continues to grow – a first morning read facts untold.

Scrolled down to find a well-written article on the topic of the global

virus beginning to hit close to home in the states – no concern social status.

It’s truly scary – people worldwide panic-stricken – actual number of victims risen.

When shopping in recent days I’ve witnessed people wearing masks.

Try not overthink since reasons why crossed my mind be measure precautionary 

Versus someone been in close contact with infected person possibility.

Went on to read an article about a benign illness my own body had succumbed to

back in the 90s. Various thoughts ran thru my head due to words I read – really?

An actual patient educated with facts I was quite shocked to read some words

because I questioned those written facts.

Unbelievable but true: 

I actually was thankful when my computer malfunctioned – usual an occurrence

often dread.

Well I’ve blogged today – no prompts rather lots of random thoughts. 

With that I’ll leave you with a beautiful picture-perfect inspirational quote

which could be the front of a Hallmark card uncertain what occasion though

‘Thinking of You’ how nice: 

 

quote about life from unknown author

 

 

 

 

Sunday Writing Prompt “Life Changing”

I think back to elementary school years and a special teacher who took interest in

me and my home life situation. 

By today’s standards I definitely grew up in a dysfunctional family. 

This teacher graduated with me each year as she moved up to teach the next grade.

On Saturdays she held French classes in her home and I was able to attend free of

charge – yes, the poor of the parish with hand-me-down clothes, a father who 

drank away his weekly paycheck leaving only enough money for bare necessities  

and a mother who people referred to as different. 

Years later after graduation from high school I included this teacher on my 

wedding invitation list. 

She did attend the church ceremony; however she passed on the afternoon

reception.

For years each Christmas she sent me a beautiful card – inclusive were 

words of encouragement.

I presume she saw in me what I didn’t see within myself – power to succeed

and from best I can recall she wrote ‘never give up on your dreams no matter

your age’.

I managed to accomplish quite a bit within my life amid personal struggles.

In the early 70s while in conversation with the primary builder of my 

marital home I mentioned a dream goal I’d hope to attain in the future.

The man’s response was nearly the same wording as my favorite teacher

from elementary school. 

Sadly dreams don’t always come true; however, I learned to substitute and 

be thankful for that which I was able to accomplish. 

The alternative for my craft shop was a stay-at-home sewing venture that

supplemented my fixed income.

From 10:00 a.m. through 2:00 to 3:00 p.m. I’d sew dancewear and 

custom made-to-order outfits. 

The hand-made items were sold to people I knew, online and at my 

hometown’s yearly craft fair.

In year 2017 totally retired from crunching numbers and sewing for $$ I started

blogging more and during the past few years made some nice virtual friends.

Sitting at the kitchen table this morn eating breakfast I reflected on a few of the

morning reads.

At my age I’m not certain if I wish to continue blogging in hopes of publishing a

book before the Lord calls me home.

Perhaps blogging and being able to place the word ‘writer’ following my name is

as close to being an author that’s in God’s plans. 

It’s not that I’m giving up 100 percent – more like I need to do what makes

me happy.

Thus I have thought of returning to my love of crafts in hopes of earning a

few extra bucks.

Sunday Writing Prompt “Life Changing”

 

 

 

 

An Icon of the 80s – Pac-man

This morn for fun I attempted to research a game my son, a computer geek, managed

to get me hooked on. 

Years ago this woman with children played the Japanese arcade game released back 

in the 80s until wee hours of the morn.

I digress.

Fast forward life to year 2020 and newfound self-awareness.

At a different chapter of life a.k.a. last chapter I find tis in my own best interests

to implement some social media changes. 

Similar to Pac-man who travelled the maze trying to eat dots while avoiding mean

ghosts, I feel the need to purge – disconnect from fake friends on FB and WP followers

who don’t follow their own written words with regards to guidelines and friendships. 

Time is precious and I prefer to share it amidst sincere folk whom I can count on

to be there in both good and bad times.

Prioritization 101.

I’ve made my list of those nice bloggers with whom I interact either daily or weekly. 

They are my virtual friends and  I sincerely hope to continue the friendships until either 

they or I decide to quit this process of the written word.

Okay, tis time to munch away!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

JusJoJan Day No: 10 – Dogs

I wonder how many writers or perhaps how many times a writer has penned words
through tearful eyes.

I share little with regard to personal life. Friends and I often joke about the
response ‘Fine Thanks’  when asked the polite question: “How are you?”

I’ve been raked through the coals and only those who’ve walked the same path have
any knowledge of the stories.

I started blogging for therapeutic reasons and ‘yes’ it helped to put ‘some’ of those
feelings of heartbreak out there. I’ve kept the details private though with good reason.

Moving along I participated in challenges for fun and also to learn, learn and learn more.

Then along came the opportunity – a month long challenge – rough draft a novel.
My choice was totally out-of-the-box.

Daily I deal with GAD (Generalized Anxiety Disorder) and its’ friend Depression. Talk about illnesses that mess with one’s emotions.

I figured I had a dog’s chance of achieving my dream.

I grew dog-tired of going in circles and thought perhaps best to dog it period. 

This morn I attended a local author’s presentation and Poetry reading. It was quite beneficial.

I reflected on her words:
1. Time
2. Keep Trying
3. Celebrate Life

Could this combo be a heaven-sent message for me?? 

So without further adieu I’d like to share a picture of my favorite dog of the five dogs
that were part of my family. She’s a Lhasa Apso who was a family companion, loving
and attentive – slept beside me back when I was quite ill with a condition that took up
two paragraphs in a popular known set of encyclopedias. 

Puff after grooming visit - cutie

JusJoJan Day No: 10 – Dogs

 

 

Back to Original Writing Topic of Dating

A few years ago I attended an author’s convention. I purchased two books selected beforehand and took a selfie with the author.

As I traversed table to table interacting with other authors the conversation turned from them to me and I was questioned about my intentions with regard to topics – genres and future endeavors.

I shared with one woman my idea about Online Dating and she responded, “That’s a terrific topic for a book.” 

There were seven (7) chosen subjects of which I took notes and wrote about our dates and interactions prior to and afterwards.

I kept records of the numerous meet and greets over coffee or a light luncheon at inexpensive restaurants, two gentlemen who became platonic daters and my supposed success story that soured from his depression in response to concern for his adult children and their antics. 

Sadly two other friend zoned ‘win, win situation’ men succumbed to illnesses and passed away which is the norm within the circle of older folk.

After careful thought I made the decision to call it quits. The conclusion of the whole process is most men want younger babes or financially secure women with fat bank accounts.

There are too many scammers out there and unknown is who the person writing to you actually is in real life.

The  process of finding a new companion was becoming a total waste of precious time. I  closed the book rather than turn the page to a new chapter. It’s official; my account is classified defunct. 

My last hopeful I dated earlier this month. The man is a published author and quite creative with other endeavors within his life. Ah, the perfect match. Wishful thinking!  Although intellectually compatible no sparks flew and there was a chill in the air as we departed to our vehicles. 

Numerous other potentials throughout the few years were placed on my ‘no thank you’ list following an initial phone conversation. I listened for what daters call ‘red flags’ and those men didn’t disappoint with their statements.

This is the end of my journey seeking love. I’m thankful for the good times and being able to walk away unscathed and keeping my dignity intact. 

Perhaps it’s time to take all those notes I compiled and restart the project I placed on the back burner. 

 

 

30,000 Rubber Duckies

Grown tired choices
Daily sign-on screen’s
Abundance doom – gloom

Thought to self next pursue
Definite need find new venue
Unhappy with familiar avenue

Today’s first chosen read ’bout fav celebrity
Follow women’s magazine article imply
Hundred interesting fun facts humor supply 

Rubber duckies popular decade nineties
Thirty thousand lost still find them out-at-sea
Imagine!
Social media’s foul mood mindset fail succeed

Better start one’s day with smiles
List to-dos rests on desk compiled
Time come shut down creepie-peepie reorganize.  

~ JAQ