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| PROMPT November 29th Imagine for a moment that you are near the end of your life. What do you want to have done that would make you feel satisfied? I hope someone tells SM to memorialize my WdC account! I like what Dad and I did for Mom. We took the hockey players from Dream A Dream (economically deprived kids - i think there were about 20 of them) for CHAK DE INDIA - movie about hockey - in the theatre. We paid for the tickets, the theatre generously gave Pepsi and popcorn. The movie stars an actor Mom liked, and the kids cheered as if they were i a real stadium. Mom would have been happy. We also planted nine threes in her memory, her birthday being on the ninth day of the ninth month. And we gave some kids chocolates. She loved chocolate! |
| PROMPT November 28th Hopefully a little change of pace tonight. Write about something intangible: faith, magic, energy, power, or creativity. Just choose one topic, and write about it. See my earlier entry and the comments on it: "Letting my fingers type - #30DBC" The voice in my head is tangible to me It's the emotional baggage that I always carry. It says, "You're the princess You don't do housework You sit around, we'll do it We'll indulge your every quirk." This voice, in reality spoke for years (thirty-seven) Now the voice is in my head 'Coz the speaker is in Heaven. Yes, I'm upper-middle class I had a maid to wait on me Who made my bed, cleaned my room Cooked the food, did the laundry I didn't lift a finger Anywhere at home And now that she's gone I feel helpless and alone. Oh, don't get me wrong I still have part-timers here But the voice in my head Is on full time, my dear! "That's not your job! Don't pick that up! I'll stoop and get it I'll wash your cup!" The trouble is, the voice Isn't real any more And if I don't do it Nobody does that chore. My bed is unmade, There's no soap near the sink Nothing is a habit I get tired coz I have to think! I once asked my aunt Was my maid a blessing or a curee She said - that's a choice you make It could've been better; could've been worse Now that she's a memory And her voice lives on in you It's your decision whether What it says is false or true. You need to grow up You need to cope You need to learn to balance The fatigue with the hope. Change your own habits! It can be done Let her voice guide you Through the chores one by one. She was the expert She'd guide you all right Let her voice not bring darkness Let it bring the light. And when you have done that How triumphant you'll feel! Because your victory Won't be intangible, but REAL! |
| PROMPT November 27th Things have progressed well in your town/city with the Pandemic. So well that you've been allowed to return to the office instead of working from home. Your co-worker Karly, is sneezing and coughing and refuses to wear a mask. Who do you call, or do you let it slide. Tell us why you would act that way. Tough one. I'd try to tell her. If that didn't work, I'd tell other colleagues. If that didn't work either, I'd go and 'rat' to a superior. If nothing worked, I'd stop going to office. It's not worth the risk.   |
| (Open Prompt). I'm just going to let my fingers type. I don't know what my fingers are going to type about. Maybe they'll type about the mint tea I drank this afternoon, (yummy), maybe they'll type about the shampoo I like that isn't currently available at the chemist's. Fortunately, I have some and it'll last till he gets more stock. Maybe I'll type sad things like how grumpy I feel having no maid to wait on me like I used to for the first thirty-seven years of my life. But then, I'm happy just now so I don't think I want to go that route. I did love that maid, though. She was such a sweetheart. I cried without stopping when she retired. She loved Coca-Cola. She also loved to watch the musical program on TV. We didn't have a TV in those days and she had to go to the neighbour's place to watch her favourite show. She didn't like that much. since it meant being obligated to the neighbours maid. She was thrilled when we got a second-had TV from my uncle, who was upgrading to color by that time. Ours was black-n-white. Yep, I loved my maid.  (Pic: My maid and my Mom with me in the middle, on the train. I was off to stay with my aunt for a couple of years to complete college.) My cousins all had their own maids. The best maid in the family was my younger cousin's maid. My younger cousin (now age fifty) still remembers fondly how she curled up on the maid's knee and shared her glass of afternoon tea. So this blog is going to be about maids ... ? We don't have a full time maid now. Our part time maid has a grand-daughter who has mental and emotional issues. That kid is SO CUTE. She used to come over sometimes before Covid and play with Dad and me. She must be so grown up now! Okay, enough rambling for this blog. Thanks for reading! Thanks Kåre Enga in Udon Thani  for![Merit Badge in Remembrance
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| PROMPT November 25th We all have something to be thankful about. In the United States, we celebrate Thanksgiving today. Tell us what you are most thankful for. 1. MY DAD. 2. My privileged status. I know this sounds a bit blatant, but I want to state it plainly. Yes, I know I'm privileged because of the family I was born in to and I understand it's something I have to be grateful for. 3. Everything in nature. 4. My family and friends, and all the people around me like regular drivers and shopkeepers who've known me for years and care of me. 5. My collections - postmarks, dolls, glass animals! 6. Snacks and meals and chocolate!  7. The Doctors and hospitals that took care of me so well when I was having eye problems. 8. Audio books that enable me to 'read' by listening. I love them now! 9. Top-loading washing machine! 10. JK Rowling, Paul Gallico, Rumer Godden, Enid Blyton and so many other writers whose works I enjoy. 11. About a zillion other things I can't think of now. 12. GOD. |
PROMPT November 24th In a previous prompt, I asked you to write about your best, or favorite teacher. Tonight write about your darkest teacher. Fortunately, I had a lot of good teachers. The one I have the worst memories of is my fourth grade class teacher. She was always quick to accuse a kid of the worst, without understanding the situation or the kid herself. I was bad at Maths, and so was the girl sitting next to me. One time, both of us (independently) made up our minds to really work hard and do well in a Maths test. Also, that topic was somehow easier to understand. When the test results came, we had each scored 19.5 / 20. We were thrilled as we got our papers, till the teacher damped it out by saying: "Partnership work, both of you" - implying that we had copied off each other. Now: 1. Neither of us had any sort of record of cheating. 2. We sat in the middle of the first row. 3. We had got the half-mark less for DIFFERENT mistakes. Not taking any of this into account, she publicly made that statement. I recall how hurt I was, as was the other girl. The same teacher, incident #2: My Mom was being admitted to hospital for a minor surgery (polyp in the throat). I was scared. Being distracted, I did badly on an English test, scoring only 50%. English was a subject I excelled at. We had to get the papers signed by the parents. Mom was packing for hospital when I took my paper to her. She picked up the first stationery she found and signed. It was a very light pencil and the signature wasn't properly visible. I didn't like to disturb my parents in the middle of packing for hospital. I took a pen and signed on top of the signature. The teacher refused to listen to me or to see the evidence of the pencil writing underneath. She accused me of forging my Mom's signature, kept me in when everyone else went for P.E., got the HIndi teacher to lecture me and so on. Next day I brought a note from Dad, saying Mom was in hospital and remembered signing my paper. The teacher said, "Why didn't you tell me your Mom was in hospital?" Well, had she given me a chance to get a word in, I would've! Horrible woman. |
| PROMPT November 23rd In your blog today, tell us your favorite joke. It can be long, short, it does not matter. What makes this particular joke your favorite one? C'mon, show us your sense of humor! They (don't ask who 'they' are, just 'they') say a pun is the lowest form of humour, but my favourite joke happens to be a pun I read in the Reader's Digest years ago. Here it is: Sticks float. They wood. I think it's brilliant. I love the tone of it, I love the brevity and I love the play on words, the punniness. It's brilliant. That's all. Now on to other funny stuff. Can't pass up a chance to talk about HARRY POTTER. (Note to self: Ask StoryMistress for a Harry Potter emoticon) I love the bit where the Weasleys are coming to pick Harry up and get stuck in the fireplace, and Ron, who is the last to know this, asks, "What are we doing here? Has something gone wrong?" And Fred says, "Oh, no, Ron, no, this is exactly where we wanted to end up." To which George adds, "Yeah, we're having the time of our lives, here!" This bit always makes me laugh out loud. It's so ridiculous, the whole situation, and the typical reaction of the twins to Ron's question! There are many favourite jokes, but you said one and I've already talked of two! LAUGH ON! |
| PROMPT November 22nd You have found that you can do something no one else can do. What is this special talent you have? Would it be considered a 'Super Power'? If you could have chosen this special ability, what would it be? I would love to have greater communication with animals. Something like Dr. Dolittle, but even a fragment of his abilities would make me happy! What if I could live in the forest, in a cave, surrounded by all the animals? What if I could speak to all of them? When my human friends wanted to visit me, they'd come to the road at the edge of the forest and the chimps would lead them in to my little hut (which nobody else can find). If one of my friends had been smoking lately, the elephant would smell the cigarette smoke and give a warning signal and not let that friend come near. So smoker-friends would need to detox for 24 hours before the rendezvous. Kids of my human friends would play with cubs of the animal friends and learn the rules of nature. PS: The concession I'd make to being a hardcore city girl in reality would be - modern plumbing!  A bathroom in my hut. |
| PROMPT November 21st{/size Tonight/today, listen to this beautiful song. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MFeLhsZjMRU Where does your mind go when listening to this? What emotions surface as you experience the music? If you've seen the movie (Return To Me), tell us how this affected you. Has it changed you at all? It's very beautiful. The tune, the lyrics and the picturization combine to make it heartwarming. A close friend just lost his wife, and I'm thinking that he'd probably sing this for her if I shared it with him. I haven't seen the movie. |
| PROMPT November 20th In your blog tonight/today, write about a story you've been told, or use a newscast story and CREATE a conspiracy theory. Tell us why you chose this subject, and of course, provide 'evidence' that your theory could be rooted in truth. I must've been about six or seven years old. We were having dinner with Dad's colleague and her family. At one point, she mentioned her son, (let's call him 'J'). She said "So J and his step-mother ..." I froze. Step-mother? But step-mothers weren't REAL, were they? They existed only in fairy tales like Cinderella, solely to starve, overwork and conspire to get rid of their children. J, someone I knew personally, had a STEP-MOTHER?  But there's more. This colleague's ex-husband, with his new wife and J all lived in the same apartment house that Mom, Dad and I lived in. Which meant ... which meant ... (shudder) I had shared the elevator with a step-mother at times! In the car on the way back, I questioned my parents. Yes, step-mothers were real. No, J wasn't going to be starved, overworked or poisoned. Hadn't I met the lady, wasn't she nice and kind? But that was the point, wasn't it? They LOOK nice and kind to lull you in to a false sense of security and then - WHAM they pounce. J's step-mother wasn't going to pounce. The next time I was in the elevator with the lady, I studied her closely. I thought I was being discreet, but apparently she noticed. She smiled at me. "I have a new pet macaw," she told me. "Would you like to come over and see him?" I got off the elevator on the 4th floor with her (I lived on the 8th floor) and went to her apartment. I was in the house of a step-mother. It looked normal. Nothing appeared to lurk anywhere. The macaw was lovely and she presented me with a beautiful big feather he had shed. She gave me biscuits, and I wasn't even afraid to eat them. I had realized by then that she was friendly. Why do fairy-tales make villains of step-mothers? Is it because the first marriage is supposed to be sacred and shouldn't be broken, so that a step mother was necessary at all? Is it because step-mothers are convenient scapegoats? I'm not sure. I'm just glad I made a new friend in my apartment building. |
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