Thirst for Wealth Could Leave One Broke

A lottery win is every player’s dream.

The odds of winning a jackpot are ‘near zero’.

There are a number of manners in which to play the lottery.

One can choose their own numbers or opt to have a little fun with scratch tickets.

Tickets can be purchased at gas stations, local supermarkets and most convenience
stores.

On occasion amid grocery shopping and errands frugal me often treats herself to
a few.


My preference is word puzzle cards which are offered for sale in several different
denominations. The enjoyment for me is more in finding words which takes more
time compared to other tickets thus extending my period of enjoyment.

Yesterday the last stop of the day was the convenience store where the store clerks
know their regular customers.

The store was packed already with more people entering, and the clerk who
had no available assistant handled the situation with finesse.
Being the son of the store’s owner and employed there for years has advantages
in customer service.

He chose to tend first to all customers purchasing food items with cards and
leave the lottery players to last. There was good reason for his decision.

Before me in line stood a foreigner who weekly spends a wad of cash on the
fool’s dream. While tending to customers the clerk was running the man’s
‘choose your own numbers’ tickets thru the lottery machine.

I couldn’t believe the grand total = ‘$408.00‘.
It’s amazing the machine didn’t overheat.

Following the lengthiest transaction I’ve ever witnessed the foreigner asked for
scratch tickets from the back wall display.

When he left the clerk stated, “a sickness, he’s not going to win, and he’ll be back
again Tuesday” to lose more cash.

Besides the thought of ‘what a waste’ I wondered what this lottery player did
in the workforce.

I know that if one doesn’t play there’s no chance to win, yet to lose such an
exorbitant amount of money would certainly leave me in a devastated state.

Playing the lottery is okay until it becomes an addiction then family suffers.


Overcoming an Avoidance Pattern

The Sunflower (genus Helianthus) a flower found in the
backyard vegetable garden triggered a panic attack for me.

While browsing racks of women’s tops in one of the mall’s
popular clothing stores I came across a navy-blue tunic
adorned with sunflowers.

Suddenly I was overcome with fear and sudden desire to
flee the store leaving behind the shopping cart.

I pondered the sequence of events and soon made a near
unbelievable discovery.

The blouse on the clothing rack bore a strong resemblance
to the one I found hanging on my adult child’s bedroom
door (unworn with tags on) when I was cleaning out her
apartment following her departure to Heaven.

Thus began an avoidance of any and all sunflower items.

Time heals and this year I chose to participate with other
players in the seasonal summer quest on the Fairyland app
I created 12 years plus 10 months ago in memory of my
beautiful daughter a.k.a. Tuffi McGuffi.



Tooting My Own Horn Today 😊

Tis a bit out of character for me to boast about anything until I considered ‘why
not’ ~ people do it every day on social media via uploading photos and videos of
their ‘happiest’ moments.

Few people know much about me. There are personal reasons I keep my life
private. The penned poetry I post is done in a manner for the reader to think,
guess and form ‘their’ own opinion.

On a whim toward the end of April (Poetry month) I placed an entry into a
Poetry contest held at my local library.

The first surprise for me was seeing my poem linked in on various websites.
A few weeks later I received a beautiful card with the monetary gift certificate
and words of congratulations.

I consider this a turning point (an honor) within the writing -poetry community.
It fueled my desire to go forth in hopes to attain the last goal I’d set for myself.

With the assistance of an already published author I met during my tenure on
WP I now have knowledge of what it takes to get a book published.

1. It sometimes pays to take a chance; you’ll never win if you fail to try.
2. It’s okay to ask for help rather than try to DIY. Some individuals are
wonderful humans = NICE.










Virtual Friends 😞

Throughout the day while doing my chores and errands
I thought about this morning’s discovery on my WP app.

Previous to the discovery I was replying to comments from
my notification section.

I accessed a post written and published yesterday via a
different path and found the text one huge square void
of paragraphs, sentence following sentence.

This of course was a bit disturbing to me, so I checked
other pathways to the post and how it appeared when
transferred elsewhere.

Fine in the Reader, a little different on actual site but
not too bothersome so I continued with the seek ‘n find
search leaving the app on the cell phone for last.

All was fine there, and I could breathe a sigh of relief. 😊

I don’t use the phone that much to read posts, etc. and
today I decided to peer around and familiarize myself
more with the app.

I came across a section ‘a followers list’ with each person
who follows me listed and the date in number of days,
months ending with the year they hopped onboard this
gal’s blogging followers’ ship.

I failed to see a friend’s name on this list, a blogger
whose prompts I’ve participated in on a frequent basis.
I double-checked and ‘no’ the name was nowhere to be
found.

What a disappointment for me. I don’t know what to think
or if I should question said individual.

To hide behind a masque is something I expect on social
media apps, not on a blogging site.

As I end this post, I shall leave you with a quote I heard
from an Instagram reel:

“Unfortunately, some people will learn to appreciate you
by losing you. Go where you are celebrated, not tolerated.

If people treat you like an option, leave them like a choice.
You are worth being loved and valued.”

I made the decision to refrain from prompt challenges in
the future and concentrate on my own project(s).

There were numerous bloggers on the list whom I don’t
follow at this time and I shall make time to check out
those blogs to see what we may have in common.

I have no idea if this is some crazy error or a reality
check on here for me.

No Internet Connection: Aggravation

Yesterday early morn when the internet was still available I
started deleting photos (a process in progress) to free up
space.
And then I came across a ‘shortcut’ only to find numerous
photos and documents relocated when technology decided
to take over.
Lovely, I thought to myself as I proceeded to access each
and decide if to keep or place in recycle bin.
Then I found a poem I’d written in 2018 and thought I’d
repost it after my errands were completed for the day.
Surprise, surprise ‘no internet connection’ which lasted for
several hours.
Today I searched the year I posted the poem on here and
with 12 months to the calendar year of course the last one
I accessed showed the poem.
In shock I looked at the format and wondered why the
words followed one another rather than in a poem’s format.
Anyway, I’ll repost the poem I wrote.
“The Empty Hole”

Exterior thankful whole
Interior broken heart holds

Grief assimilates tides ebbs and flows
Five stages conclusion sudden undertow

Sadness empty gape forever unpaved
Thankful ‘Lord’ concrete faith to me gave

No prelude exhaustive process loss
Survivors bear unfathomable cross

Acceptance unchosen future alone alas
Society’s behaviors liken senseless crass.

I read this and to myself thought how
little my thoughts and feelings changed
during the past three plus years following
penning this poem.

Imprisoned by emotions: