Challenge: ‘brevity’ – 12 words
twelve plus one
Challenge: ‘brevity’ – 12 words
twelve plus one
Today’s prompt: hat
Nineteen average pretties
Wardrobe immense dollars save
Think back blue bucket hats rave
Tears suppressed start flow
Mother daughter matching clothes
Memory bank stored
Summer beach days bucket hats
Soft top wide floppy brim shaped
I look out my apartment’s sliding glass door.
The view, the snow-covered grass park I spent
countless hours together with my wonderful teen
friends, brings back many happy memories.
The majority of these friends no longer walk
the paths within the park.
Some relocated due to jobs, some moved
away for other reasons and sadly many no
longer walk this place we call Earth.
Reflecting back to yesteryears there were
two sets of teenagers, the elite a.k.a. jocks
and the poor a.k.a. hoodlums, a group of
friends who were labelled ‘The Park Gang’.
Although an honor roll student in school,
I was a better fit for the latter group. Why?
My dysfunctional family was in the ‘ugh’
We were simply a group of friends
who spent time together enjoying
Mother Nature’s beauty and idle chit-chat.
On days when enough of us showed to hang
out we’d shoot hoops or utilize the ballfield.
The past is history; however, the same feeling
of ‘bullying’ persists via comparison of parents’
I won’t apologize for my misfortune. I’d rather
concentrate on the present and hope for
improvement of current circumstances in the
Wealth doesn’t define a person; however, some
well-off people continue to be quite snobbish and
It’s amazing the info you remember when awake
at 3:00 a.m.
I need to purchase a new recording device as short-
term memory is ‘short’ these days.
The hands of the clock, tick-tock – tick tock, most
definitely move at the pace of a snail.
This week I shared answers to a few exercises from
my self-love journal.
One day I wrote ’bout a tragedy, a stillbirth, followed
by a miracle (birth of my ‘Rainbow baby’ two years
later on same date, near exact time).
A short share ’bout forgiveness and indiscretions.
Within days of returning home after the stillbirth,
a strange occurrence began during dinner hour.
The telephone would ring followed by a hangup
when I answered the call.
Approximately an hour later the person whom I
loved most in the world would leave (new regimen)
for a nightly walk with the Beagle on leash.
To spend some time alone after a loss can be
therapeutic for the paternal parent – known fact.
It didn’t take long to catch onto this new pattern.
The phone call was a signal and three hours
later man and dog returned home.
Although far from funny at the time, neither
of them lost an ounce.
There were lots of harsh words spoken and
the decision to remain married rather than to
divorce agreed upon by both.
People at vulnerable times often seek solace
elsewhere. Sad, but true.
If you’ve lived thru such an experience, you’ll
understand healing from a tragedy doesn’t
occur in the arms of another.
Indiscretions only exacerbate the situation
marital partners should work on together.
When I arrived at the crossroads of self-assessment, I felt
relieved as though I’d finished another fun aerobics class
or conclusion of one more session with my personal
In retrospect I remember my gym days especially due to
the fact my combo instructor – personal trainer was a
loved family member, my youngest son.
Five to six days per week after classes I overheard an
enormous amount of positive chit-chat from women
in the locker room ’bout their favorite instructor.
‘Women of all ages love a handsome man with a good
Hilarious to me was how the title role ‘Mom’ had been
given to another with graying hair, an assumption.
Although class participants knew Mom showed up on a
daily basis, they never inquired as to which older woman
was actually the instructor’s mother.
For months my son and I played out this ‘unknown truth’
scenario quite well and then the unexpected happened,
Some ladies were quite embarrassed due to descriptive
adjectives spoken betwixt them in conversations and
thought it necessary to apologize to me.
Reflecting back my thoughts were:
We all shared a good laugh!!
Twenty-four years ago he decided to follow his dream.
His move overseas left me filled with mixed emotions.
The past month when amid my exercises on self-love
I learned it was okay to feel both happy and sad about
Some decisions a parent has to often unwillingly accept.
For me acceptance changed to acceptance with gratitude.
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
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’.
Earlier this week I wrote a post – topic Mother’s loss of a child.
The next morning a medical news article stared me in the face – topic blood types.
Yes of course I became anxious to learn which blood type found thru studies performed
‘may‘ lower risk of severity or worse in the current health crisis.
The answer was RH negative, the alien DNA which only 15% of the population
worldwide (of which I’m one) possess = a minority in classes of blood factors.
Countless times the word ‘may’ appeared throughout this article which I did
read in its entirety.
Percentage of immunity??
Comforting words – I think not.
Wonderful I’d been reminded of another loss – a son taken from me before birth
year 1969 due to this blood factor.
I wondered how much more of these horrendous memories triggered by words
written I shall have to endure in this lifetime.
The reality is 100% cruel punishment as I recalled the before, during and aftermath
of giving birth to a stillborn son who’d passed two weeks prior to delivery.
My shoulders once strong from weightlifting are slowing weakening – a combo of
lack of anaerobic exercise and emotional stress.
I tell myself ‘never give up’ – I read all those nice affirmations and inspirational quotes.
Reality – going it alone in Golden years ‘sucks’.
The past two days I’ve had no choice other than tend to errands – need of nourishment
Yesterday afternoon I finished reading the second psychological thriller novel by the
Today I took a long nap.
Now what on earth does all the above relate to?
Today while driving from one location to another, the country music station announcer
stated it was ‘National Grammar Day’.
I checked online and ‘yes’ March 4th is the designated day for grammar.
Uumm what about the word ‘may’ that appeared countless times in that article.
Turns out it’s a modal verb that’s used in conjunction with a main verb to
express possibility thereof.
Overwhelmed at this time, I ‘may’ decide to change from my former goal
and write about romantic fantasy.
After all the mind can wander to unknown places and dabbling in fiction
might be fun.
Days Autumn’s beauty
Documents shredded dreams gone
Don’t compare your life
Dark-side depression abate
I should be preparing dinner rather I chose to read few fellow bloggers’ posts.
My chosen reads triggered nostalgic memories.
Oh, those intrusive thoughts!!
Autumn’s extremely colorful fall foliage
Columbus Day weekend’s 4-day camping vacation each year
Breath-taking views amidst the White Mountains
Days full abundance sunshine followed by cool, crisp starry nights
A song from the year I walked down the aisle
Thoughts of forever love
Appreciate the one who loves you and does her best to please you
Encompassed lonely feeling difficult to escape these days / nights
Last an acrostic poem ’bout what we in states call jelly doughnuts
Teen years – consuming three of them plus a vanilla frappe before class
The power of words!!
Blue Cornflower percolator he – he -he
Bridal shower gift dating back mid 1960s
Brand new bride appear lack common sense
Coffee first attempt void cooking experience
Necessary follow instructions – definite not she
Brewing tasteful coffee certain easy no difficulty
Til husband’s loud question spun head around
Instructions in hand recipe coffee shown found
Hun thought twas supposed to fill entire basket
No idea prepping strong coffee result hairy chest
Today’s words: vet – poster – bag
Lhasa apso pup
Poster waiting room wall
Stated keep pets on leash
Brought required bag of poop
Attendant forgot tag dogs’ samples
Laughed – no problem
My pup’s – the colorful one
Mixed within bright remnants
Children’s modeling compound