Truthful Tuesday – Sept. 1st 2020

Today’s Question:  What was your first experience with computers?

Transpose my numerical age (73) and discover the answer – 37 years ago when

the maze chase game Pac-man hit the market.

On occasion I accessed my son’s Commodore 64 and quite enjoyed gobbling up

dots-pellets while being chased by four ghosts – a fun experience helpful to

combat stress.

By nature I’m far from a gaming individual. My preference for arts and crafts is

how I spend spare time.

A gal who always utilized a typewriter, I made the decision to take an Intro to

Computers course offered at a local college satellite location. 

Part way thru this class the professor’s homework assignment was to create

a program from the answer he gave we students and he’d run those programs

during the following week’s class.

What to do??

I didn’t own an updated computer and first thought ‘no way’ could I complete

this task.

Determined not to fail I figured I’d at least give writing a program

on the C64 a few tries.

Four hours and several cups of coffee later – success.

Following week’s class I showed my completed program to the professor.

His responses: “I’ve never seen it written this way before.”  “Let’s make an

attempt to run it and see the outcome.” 

If only cell phones were available back then – a nice capture of one

shocked professor for nostalgia. 

I’m e’er so thankful to God my persona is ‘never give up’ as the failure to

try is qualification for an automatic fail.

Truthful Tuesday – Sept. 1st 2020








Loneliness – an Emotional Prison

Alone on park bench I sit

Amidst beautiful flowers

Rays of radiant sunshine

Caress my worn-out face

Feeling so very defeated

Tired of life’s daily rat race

Who feign happiness this new year

What happened – a setback find myself return sad place

When others speak unimportant woes I think disgrace

Why instant stomach churns rocks wish at them throw 

Scream out loud – Shut up since my plight you don’t know

The journey taken thru dark places taught me distrust humans

I find it so very hard to believe faithfulness turn questionable God’s plan.

sad with no shoulder to cry on


Mishmash Emotional Clutter

Yesterday's ice cream social
Women unafraid topics vocal

Single status times hectic
Blogging proven therapeutic

Overcrowded emotional lacks space
Blankness facial appearance trace

Numbness other people's problems
Awareness incapable solve any demme

Strong versatile woman torn apart
Amazement allotment suffer broken heart

Recent question male stranger posed be
Ever thought search romance age seventy

Unheard words decades years previous
Familiar empath's world thanks deviousness

Eclectics usage creepie-peepies stratagem
Screw-up ne'er encounter partners genuine

Changed forever via situational history
Please: Say what you mean - mean what you say!

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