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Started July 1st 2019 for contests, etc. as other blogs are filling up and have other purposes.  I'm starting a new blog because
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I've started an appendix (I no longer have one personally) to keep track of my Space Cadet journals for Space Blog. It's a work constantly under construction. Mind the mess.
I needed to start a folder for contests as there are so many deadlines and details to remember.
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"Invalid Item"  [] by A Guest Visitor Mini-review: I did make shredded chicken, following the recipe to a certain degree. I don't rate recipe's but did adds those onions! (Not my fav food.) Prompt: Share a recipe or something about food Serving Muggles It was the muggles that bore the blame. They had sat out in the heat for far too long. Spoiled rotten. I had collected the mandrake and mangel shoots, mangled the pixies as best I could. Added a pinch of pepper. Sipped with my long necked ladle, added some arsenic salt. I served the steaming soup in my best Delft-blue bowls. My first clue that something was wrong was the look on Wanda's face. Yes, she's a first class witch but never complains about my failed attempts at cooking. She usually grin and say something snarky like "could use a young ghosts kidney" and laugh. She wasn't smiling. The others had politely taken a sip and put their spoons down while they focused on the cornbread. I made passable cornbread. "It's off," Wanda frowned. "What did you put in it?" I told her the truth step-by-step. The last guest that lied to Wanda ended up in her cauldron. "Must be the muggles. Where did you get them." "At that posh school down the road. I only had time to snatch two." "That explains it. Pass me the cornbread and go get a bucket to dump this crap." I hurried to comply. Later as we had our tea with lemon Wanda explained. "Those kids are spoiled rotten. All they eat is fast food with too much salt and sugar. They're fat and greasy. And not in a good way." I sat silent. "Oh, don't pout. Next time go to the orphanage over by the tracks. Less risky. Nobody notices whether one or two are missing. And they're lean and feisty. Just cook them a little longer. What little meat there is is sweet." I noticed it was getting light outside. "Now grab a shovel. We need to bury this slop. Not even fit for the pigs and you don't want the neighbors nosing around. I recognized Sadie's tatted wrist. Her folks won't be happy." KE [177.310] (16.januar.2020) Weekly goals that I posted at "Weekly goals": "I have to calm down and focus. Last week was brutal. So... simple goals this week.  1. Write two poems. "Blind [307]" "Covid cuffs-and-collars [308]" 2. Enter one contest. "Shadows and Light" 3. Look at previous 'failed' goals and make one or more happen. "Forever 22" thoughts jotted down (813 words) 4. Get out every day. Bad weather, but walked in the snow today, Friday.   5. Send snail mail. Sent to Sorji (Sara)." 3,584 |
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