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by Joy
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Second blog -- answers to an ocean of prompts
Kathleen-613's creation for my blog

"Failure is unimportant. It takes courage to make a fool of yourself."
CHARLIE CHAPLIN


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Sometimes it takes darkness and the sweet
confinement of your aloneness
to learn
anything or anyone
that does not bring you alive
is too small for you.

David Whyte


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This is my supplementary blog in which I will post entries written for prompts.
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September 18, 2021 at 12:52pm
September 18, 2021 at 12:52pm
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For "Blog City ~ Every Blogger's Paradise
“Reading at meals is considered rude in polite society, but if you expect to succeed as a writer, rudeness should be the second-to-least of your concerns. The least of all should be polite society and what it expects.”― Stephen King
How do you feel about someone reading through dinner? Do you agree with King that exceptions should be made?


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Reading is my favorite (a)vocation. There is no problem for me to read something at the table, but only if I am the only one there.

If I am eating with others, I expect myself and everyone else to pay attention to the food and the company. This has nothing to do with politeness, but it has to do more with being anti-social and lacking respect for the food and consideration to the family and company.

The exception may be if the entire family accepts someone reading at the table or if dinnertime is also the reading time for the family. For example, if there is an enthusiastic child who is just learning to read and s/he is too involved with this task, I think. temporarily, it is okay for that child to read at the table.

On the other hand, one has to take into account that in our busy lives, we rarely see and relate to one another even in the same family, and eating together can close this gap in some way.

As to agreeing with Stephen King, as accomplished as he is, I don’t think I do, but not because it is rude to read at the table, but because it harms the family relationships, and each good writer has to know more about relationships to be able to write about them and to come up with believable characters, if writing fiction.


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For: "Space Blog

Prompt: From 🎼 RRodgersWrites 🎶 ’ "🏆 A Piece of Our Ancestors
Write about ancestors.


Beautiful poem, btw, about holding a piece of one’s family’s past. You just have to read it.

As to ancestors, they are our forefathers and mothers possibly with a genetic relationship. According to Scientific American, “Humans are all more closely related than we commonly think.”

This is because when researching our families’ pasts, branches mostly don’t go on their way and away. Instead, many of our ancestors occupy multiple slots in our family trees. In other words, we are all inbred, which makes us all relatives if not in the near past but in the distant past. As the magazine suggests, we all may have something in us from Queen Nefertiti, for example.

Something to think about, especially when we war and fight with one another. Don’t you think?

August 22, 2021 at 12:41pm
August 22, 2021 at 12:41pm
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For "Blog City ~ Every Blogger's Paradise
Prompt by Lyn: My 65th birthday approaches and people have commented that I've finally reached a monumental birthday. Everyday, I'm alive is monumental.
But since the conversation, I've thought about different birthdays over the years so I'm going to ask you which birth year sticks out the most in your memories? Why? Was it because of a place or the people you were with?


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I am not sure my own birthday is so important; at least, it isn’t to me. But I value and appreciate each year we are given the gift of life. So, talking about years instead of birthdays…

One year that sticks out in my memory is the most splendid and full of love, and the most annoying and the most active and the most troublesome year of 1966. In that year, I married my husband who would be with me for 54 wonderful years, lived with my in-laws for several months, prepared and finished a thesis, thought high school for six months on the side, got pregnant and lost the baby and moved away from family, established in a different place and by the end of that year, I felt knocked down breathless totally, but still it was a good year. *Rolling*

I’ve had other active years after that one, but in that one I was fish out of water, totally inexperienced in many areas. That is another reason which makes me appreciate 1966 for all the joys and the learning and the hardships and the people and challenges that I dealt with and came out AOK, (I think).

Thus, to that year and all the others, I thank you for your service!


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For: "Space Blog

Prompt by Megan: From SeanFear ’s "If The World is Made of Gold
What if the world was made out of gold? Write about this…

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The poem itself was so beautiful that saying anything else about it would be for naught.

So, I’ll just say what I can come up with about the question. If the world was made out of gold, and I mean the metal gold, we wouldn’t be here, would we?

Even if we were, at its best, since everything else were to be metallic, we would be metallic, too, for we’d eat gold, hear gold, see gold, and look shiny and yellow. And when the sun’s rays would heat up the place, we’d all soften and run into one another and everything else.

Yet, if I take the question through its abstract meaning, not only our particular life circumstances but also the time period in which we live would be reflected in our being and work. From that point of view, we would either exist or reflect like any metal, say aluminum, zinc, iron, platinum, copper, or gold.

One thing common among us would be that we would be able to conduct electricity. (Define electricity through your own understanding here.) Still, even now, without exactly being a metal, we do conduct electricity, don’t we!

I think, not what kind of a metal we could be but to which degree we let electricity pass through us to others and our environment would be the most important thing, then, and it still is. *Wink*
August 20, 2021 at 11:03am
August 20, 2021 at 11:03am
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Prompt: “Who are you to judge the life I live? I know I'm not perfect -and I don't live to be but before you start pointing fingers...make sure you hands are clean!” ― Bob Marley
Do you think Bob is right, people shouldn't be pointing fingers? Do you think people are more judgmental now than 25 years ago or about the same?


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Although I don't have access to any reliable statistics on the people's judgmental behavior over the years, Marley does have a point.. Yet, what he says is a blanket statement and doesn’t cover all situations. Then, he is also doing exactly the thing he puts down. He’s pointing fingers at judgmental people.

Yes, I have to be judgmental (to a degree) so I don’t make friends with a serial killer or a seasoned burglar who could use my or my friends’ identities and harm us in a few other ways.

Yet, should I be judgmental about every single person I meet? Definitely not. In fact, good will, understanding, and benefit of doubt are my go-to stance and action with everyone, be it she or he is a homeless person or filthy rich or has a purple skin color or if she laughs at sad things.

On Marley’s side, though, lies the fact that we shouldn’t point fingers at first sight or opinion. We all have brains that hopefully work to our advantage, and understanding and accepting differences among all peoples should be our common goal, so we don’t hurt anyone or get hurt ourselves by our own thoughts and actions.

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For: "Space Blog

Prompt: drifter writes about tennis in "Tennis Anyone. Can someone explain tennis please?

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Hahaha! Tennis is unexplainable. Only because it has so much to do with the condition (more mental than physical) that a player is in at the time of her/his match. Then, his stamina and mental health, which could be strong in an ephemeral fashion, can get in his way with positive or negative effects. Then, that stance can change from set to set and even from play to play.

As for me, tennis is nother personal weird thing. I learned to play tennis in high school. I guess, then, I was ranking between average and above average. Years later, during my thirties, a friend of mine took an interest in tennis and asked me to practice with her. Sure enough, we both got into it and entered in a group (I think they called them leagues, Lol!) in a local tennis establishment, called Tennis Time in Kingspark, NY. (I now googled it and found out that it is still there with a name change to SPORTIME Kings Park and with additions of other sports to it.

Coming back to what I was saying, the weird thing was, I was more than pretty good in doubles plays, but I totally sucked in singles. Go figure! So, don’t ask me about tennis. I’ll never figure it out and I have given away all my equipment years ago. It is past history for me. Way-past history!
August 14, 2021 at 10:26am
August 14, 2021 at 10:26am
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Prompt: How do you feel about the rising increase of people recognized as gender fluid. (gender fluid-denoting or relating to a person who does not identify themselves as having a fixed gender.) Do you think this is a passing trend or the wave of our future?

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I don’t know, and I can’t really tell the future. How would we have known all this, say when we were living in the early sixties or even fifties?

My general stance in life is “live and let live” and “to each his/her/its own.” What I oppose to is the attempt by some radical parents aiming at a physical change in very young children just because they express a desire to belong to a different gender.

Little kids say anything. It doesn’t mean they have made a conscious decision. Heck, one of my kids, when four years of age, used to say, “I’m going to marry my mom. No one’s better.” What should I do? Plan a wedding?

We all need to have a serious head on our shoulders before we act on any false impression. Easy to say, right?


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For: "Space Blog

Prompt: From Innerlight 2022 ’s "5-8-09 2021

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Although this poem’s content seemingly depends on a romantic music box and rings, in essence it is really a sad one, as if a eulogy to someone departed or maybe to something that could but did not happen.

Rather than blabbing on this beautiful poem any longer, I’d like to say something in general on works like this. Given their profound emotional impact, it may make a person wonder why we like to read and write such works especially during our lowest points.

From one point of view, it may be that such works actually put us in a better mood after writing or reading them because we feel validated, as if such works validate our pain. Then, once we feel validated, we can put our problems into perspective and use them as prompts of empathy for others in real life.

When my husband and I, as a young couple, watched a very popular movie during early 1970’s--The Love Story (Erich Segal) with Ali Mac Graw and Ryan O’Neill as actors—we were incensed that they made such a sad movie and wondered why anyone would exploit the melancholy of such a tragedy and make people unhappy.

That was then, though, and we couldn’t relate to that sadness fully. But it is now, and my husband’s gone, and I can definitely relate to such a sadness. Now, I can see the point in such works. Now, they act as if soothing balms for those of us who can relate to them. Now, I know.


August 12, 2021 at 10:39am
August 12, 2021 at 10:39am
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For "Blog City ~ Every Blogger's Paradise
Prompt: "To feel creative, I need plenty of white space, coffee and good light." Niki Franklin
What do you need to feel creative?


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Recently, words have left me, and forget about being creative. Forget about originality. Even straight sentences are hard to come by. I used to write in my blog at least a couple of paragraphs for each group, and it didn’t take me more than fifteen minutes, either.

Now, days and months pass by and nothing. I can’t even write for my own stinky prompts. I do keep a personal long-hand journal though, but that is private. With that one, my words fall on the page on their own.

When I used to write easily, I needed nothing. I didn’t even need an idea. A single word as a prompt would be enough for me to come up with something or other. Not always good but hopefully passable.

I still haven’t lost heart, either. Somehow, I’ll get over this grief of loss, too, even if I only attempt to write once in a blue moon.


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For: "Space Blog
Prompt by Megan: From Cappucine ’s "Chez Jean- Luc
Write about France in your Blog entry today.


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Synchronicity! I am reading two books concurrently and both have scenes taking place in France. And one of the characters’ name is Jean Luc, the jeune premier in the story to be exact.

I like France, especially the riverside in Paris as there’s always a story happening there, but then there are other places and countries in the world that mesmerize me more.

Yet, coming back to France, although I am not a drinker, I love their wine cellars, some spooky, others dusty, yet still others that show off bottles from decades or even a century ago, lying in their fairy-tale slumber, as some wine makers hid their good vintages from the German occupation during the Second World War. The French wine has a bewitching quality, more of it probably preserved for being legendary like the sleeping-beauty.

I remember those from decades ago, in Bourgogne (Burgundy) among a crisscross of canals, and specifically in Côte d'Or, and I especially still see in full color, in my mind’s eye, a wine maker who called himself a simple farmer, when he took us down to his cellar as a rare reward for my husband who had helped his daughter through a rough patch. He treated his bottles as if they were alive, like people, as the heavy bottles lay on their sides on the wine-racks with corks intact.

This still amazes me, the corks being intact thing, because, much earlier, I had tried to make wine myself in our Long-Island basement. Something nasty happened and the bottle rebelled against me, blowing its top and throwing its cork and spraying an entire wall and ceiling with purplish stuff during my so-called wine-making attempt.

I know now, this was because I didn’t let the wine breathe. But then, sometimes, it is difficult to let those we love breathe. Then, sometimes, I hold my own breath, too, especially when the going gets tough.

June 19, 2021 at 12:11pm
June 19, 2021 at 12:11pm
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Prompt: Write an opening paragraph of your blog with only one syllable words.

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Hi there! How did you know I liked tests, dares, one-word highs, puns, and jests, same as this prompt? That’s not all. Then, I love to taste tea, spice, sweets, sours, and all kinds of food, too. To test, I take a bite or a sip to feel the tang, the smell, the zest, or the dash. Then I run with my taste, to rise or fall, which spurs me on to new turfs, new lands, and new views. Do you like such stuff, too? If so, let me give you a tour in my land of verve and zeal.

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For: "Space Blog

Prompt: From Jacky ’s "Getting a Real Job

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That’s such a sweet story and so meaningful in its brevity. As it is written for a micro-fiction contest, I can see how well its author depicted all that action in so few words. For that, I applaud the writer. Still, because it is such a good story, it deserves to be fleshed out, more so by giving a much deserved significance to characterization.

The idea of it, though, that it is better to get a legitimate paying job than to commit unsavory acts for a bit of cash while facing some personal danger, is brilliant, and this is shown in powerful prose, like Hemingway, and is felt just as strongly by the reader.

As the result, it made me think that so many of us settle for so little and sometimes, even accept playing into underhanded, devious, and unethical practices. In such situations, we always lose much more than we may gain. This is poor behavior and no rationalization of it can make it palatable. Agreeing with what we don’t want makes us lose from ourselves by burying our own needs and identity.

Life is not always unfair, and just like the main character in this story, we can always aim higher and do better.


June 18, 2021 at 11:09am
June 18, 2021 at 11:09am
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Prompt: What things do you like to blog about?

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Since we are using prompts, any kind of prompt is a joy and a maybe a challenge, and I especially like prompts that may involve deep thinking and may push the imagination more.

Usually, I am not very comfortable with some specific thing I’ve already written about, possibly several times over. In addition, what I don’t much care for are the grade-school ideas for writing, such as “What did you do on your summer vacation?” since that type of prompt I’ve probably written for practically all my life. Still, when given such a prompt, I try to make it mine slightly changing the story I tell in it because, I think, in the first place, there should be no un-write-able prompt for a writer, as there are many ways to treat any one prompt.

One more thing, I’d like to add is that there have been prompts I would have very much liked to write for but didn’t, only because for the day they were given, I had some other real-life, pressing matters to take care of and never did get around writing for those.


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Prompt: Did I ever tell you about the time I got lost.... yup, its your blog,, have fun!

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Hahaha! No, you didn’t. I am quite curious, though, about how you got lost. I thought your sense of direction could outpace that of mine many times over.

As for me getting lost, that doesn’t happen so much when my head is nailed in place, but give me a slight-to-severe life problem, I get lost inside my own house. “Why did I just come into this room now?” or “What was it I was going to pick up from the fridge?” or “Where did I sow my cell phone?” The last one is easy however. I just call my cell from the house phone, which there is a line in each room.

When my husband was in the hospital and there was no hope for his getting better, each day that I drove back and forth, I had to make myself 100% alert so I wouldn’t end up in the next town or something. The hospital is about three miles to our house and I lived in this town since 1993, so you’d think I shouldn’t get lost, right?

Think again. One day, when I parked my car on the driveway of my next-door neighbor, I wondered why everything seemed so unfamiliar. Then I realized my house was just a few feet away. That was the lowest point of my getting lost.

No, I don’t do that anymore, and chances are I won’t, as that was the worst time in my life.


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For: "Space Blog

Prompt: From Beholden ’s "Gambol or Gamble?

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This poet is playing around with words “foal-colt” in this tiny and clever poem, with a brevity and punch adding to its lines.

A foal comes first, then the colt, and with coltish, the poet is probably referring to himself as someone who is not totally freed from childhood and grown into teenage, in horse-sense, sort of. This type of growth could refer to one’s actions or one’s progress in any area, say in writing or any other endeavor.

Talking about horses, most of our instinctive behaviors with them have to do with emphasizing our partnership in a kinder gentler way of handling, the same as we should do with humans, as most horse-people portray their horses as almost human.



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Prompt: From Journey of Spirit ’s "Earthrise

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A poem of awe at the beautiful sight of our planet earth. The thrill and the excitement of the poet matches that of the first photo of our planet from a far-away angle.

I assume the poet here is referring to the 1968 Apollo mission’s photograph, "Earthrise" over the moon’s horizon, taken by the Apollo 8 crew, Bill Anders specifically, in December 1968, showing Earth for the first time as it appeared from deep space.

It was, at the time, an earth-shattering photo--pun-intended--and my first son was about a month old, then. Apollo 8 and other missions like it just flew around the moon first. Those were sensational, exciting, and romantic days when we were just beginning to court the idea of space travel.

I remember those days very well because later on, when my first son was about to be nine-months old, he was trying very hard to stand up and walk. We had one of the earliest console color-TVs. He stood holding to it and was giggling with happiness when at the same time, when on July 20, 1969, Neil Armstrong of Apollo 11 was taking his first steps on the moon. My husband quickly took a photo of the baby in front of the TV and of that moment.

 
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June 16, 2021 at 10:49am
June 16, 2021 at 10:49am
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Prompt: Would you rather travel by car, plane, train or ship?

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All of the above and it depends. If I’m crossing the ocean, I’d rather be in a plane. In fact, I’d rather be in a plane for most types of travel that would require immediacy. Yet, a cruise ship is a lot of fun, too, if I’m on the Mediterranean or the Caribbean or some such place.

I don’t look down upon car travel either. For most places, especially when we had little children, a car travel was a must since we could stop and take little breaks for them.

Then, when I was young, I was in love with the trains. A train ticket would be the best gift for me. Still, I’d very much like to go on the transcontinental train ride in Canada and a shorter trip over the Rockies that I recently heard about.

One mode of travel I’d stay away from, though, would be the buses. Not that I want to badmouth them at all, but that type of travel would be extremely inconvenient for me at my age.

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For: "Space Blog

Prompt: From Prosperous Snow Creative ’s "Spiritual Transformation

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As usual for this poet, an insightful poem, pointing to the difficult route that leads a person to a higher sacred and spiritual life.

As the definition of spirituality differs for each practice and each person, I’d rather leave out the details about such a journey. Yet, spiritual transformation is neither rare nor incomprehensible. It is, in fact, a process, which is a part of any spiritual life, with falling and getting up multiple times during the course of attainment.

Even after such a journey is taken and a transformation occurs, a person’s task shifts from the initial hardship of attainment to the duty of conserving this new understanding. I think this is where the most difficult and critical work comes in.

June 14, 2021 at 11:53am
June 14, 2021 at 11:53am
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Prompt: “It is always easier to learn something than to use what you have learned.”
Chaim Potok, The Promise
What are your thoughts on the quote? Can you come up with a few examples to illustrate this author’s point?

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Using what we have learned, definitely, makes the learning worthwhile. Still, for learning alone, there is much to be said, as its effects are cumulative more so than giving aid to a specific area.

While we learn something new, say a new language, even when we can’t use that language well, we still get an idea how other people who use that language think and feel and act. This in turn helps us in our general appreciation and outlook about people who are raised in different cultures and different languages. Still, that learning will be used more efficiently if we translate books from that language or use it as a guide to tourists.

As to using what we have learned in its specific area, it is not always possible. If we have learned cooking fancy, it doesn’t mean that we can or have to get a job in a top French restaurant, but we can maybe write a book on cooking or maybe cook for our family, church, or temple gatherings.

Then, had I studied fencing, it would probably give me better muscle tone or reaction time, but no way, would I easily find an occasion or a regular venue where I could practice it often, except if I somehow traveled back in time…a few centuries...? Just maybe?

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For: "Space Blog

Prompt: From icecoldjoosy2’s "Invalid Item

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Exactly my feelings! “ *Heart* To leap a(n) obstacle is like walking through fire.”

In each life, there will be difficult and unbearable challenges. The necessary attitude here has to be along the lines of never-quit and keep-the-goal-in-focus.

With such an attitude, we can face challenges and obstacles along the way, even if the odds for success may seem to be minimal. Who knows, we may just beat those odds!

Then, some obstacles are worth fighting for but others aren’t. We must learn how to choose our fights, so when “we walk through fire,” the burns we get might be worth our pain.
June 12, 2021 at 11:36am
June 12, 2021 at 11:36am
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Prompt: Your pen just came to life.... the first thing it says is...

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“You know, that silly old hand that pushes me around hasn’t let me breathe or take a break since the day I was acquainted with it. She and the old woman she’s attached to have me flying around in personal journals, free-flow notebooks, countless papers that range from grocery shopping to daily-to-do lists to exploratory writings of character flaws to personal letters to other numerous things until my ink dries out.

Then, when that happens, she inserts a new refill into me, which she bought from Amazon in a big package of countless refill sticks, to make sure I never know what rest is. The only time she lets me be is when she is at the keyboard of her laptop, which she lets me watch her fingers fly on the keys, but she doesn’t know that I talk to the keyboard and that poor keyboard is just as distraught as I am.

Once we knew we were on the same boat, the keyboard told me its few tricks, such as acting as if its keys were stuck and confusing her after asking for the control panel’s help, ‘but those things never faze her out,’ it said. ‘We have nothing else left but grin and bare it,’ it said. I know what the keyboard means because the hand has a few tricks herself, up her sleeve, such as fixing the laptop and buying the refills for my insides, so she won’t have to set us aside.

Truth is, with some people, you just can’t win. She’s a slave-driver, I say. Yes, absolutely. A slave-driver!”

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For: "Space Blog

Prompt: From poetchris5 ’s "a question of depression about depression.
How do you deal with depression?


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Beautiful poem, by the way. But being a loner is not a negative in my book. For what I know, the best and the most successful people were loners; at least, the more successful ones needed some alone time. What made this poet unhappy and depressed was his focus on internalizing the situations and the people’s ways around him. Depression even a mild one is insidious and can hide in places where MRIs and X-Ray machines cannot penetrate.

During the last year, I lived through quite a few things to be depressed about. The way I deal with depression, in its beginning, is not to think about the current situation, not until much later when I am emotionally ready. This is because focusing on oneself--more than other people and life itself--exacerbates or rather nurtures a baby depression.

In the onset stages of a possible depression, after sending a request for help to the Higher Powers, I try to let negative feelings and sadness stay dormant for a while by focusing on things that take my attention away from them. Reading books--especially novels with grabbing characters and action or if non-fiction, a subject that truly interests me and/or what is in the book is new to me—tops my reading list. I read a lot as it is, but when I sense I am feeling down, I read as much as I can. During 2020,I read the entire Dickens' novels, plus close to a hundred more; some of those were whole collections.

In addition to reading, I like varying my activities such as taking some fresh air in the morning even if it means just sitting on the porch for a short while or taking a short walk, as some reasonable exercise always helps a person. Then, I also got in the habit of making a to-do list for the day.

I cannot praise the to-do lists enough. They regulate my time and my thoughts especially the clear-and-clean items are on them, as an orderly or somewhat organized surroundings help my emotional well-being. Having said that, I never hold myself bound to the list. If, at the end of the day, several items on the list are not done, then I simply add them to the following day’s list. It is a good idea not to be too hard on oneself for things undone.

Then, later on, when I am ready to face the sadness and the negativity, I resort to journal writing--longhand, in a note-book--while being truthful to myself and thinking or somewhat philosophizing on the reasons, events, causes, and the internal workings of what made me so unhappy.

And in addition, a poem on the subject by the 2021 Pulitzer Poetry prize winner Natalie Diaz



Grief Work by Natalie Diaz


I have gazed the black flower blooming
her animal eye. Gacela oscura. Negra llorona.

Along the clayen banks I follow her-astonished,
gathering grief’s petals she lets fall like horns.

Why not now go toward the things I love?

Like Jacob’s angel, I touched the garnet of her wrist,
and she knew my name. And I knew hers—
it was Auxocromo, it was Cromóforo, it was Eliza.
It hurtled through me like honeyed-rum.

When the eyes and lips are touched with honey
what is seen and said will never be the same.

Eve took the apple in that ache-opened mouth,
on fire and in pieces, from the knife’s sharp edge.

In the photo her fist presses against the red-gold
geometry of her thigh. Black nylon, black garter,
unsolvable mysterium—I have to close my eyes to see.

Achilles chasing Hektor round the walls of Ilium
three times. How long must I circle
the high gate above her knees?

Again the gods put their large hands in me,
move me, break my heart like a clay jar of wine,
loosen a beast from some darklong depth—

my melancholy is hoofed. I, the terrible beautiful
Lampon, a shining devour-horse tethered
at the bronze manger of her collarbones.

I do my grief work with her body—labor
to make the emerald tigers in her hips leap,
lead them burning green
to drink from the violet jetting her.

We go where there is love, to the river,
on our knees beneath the sweet water.
I pull her under four times
until we are rivered. We are rearranged.

I wash the silk and silt of her from my hands—
now who I come to, I come clean to, I come good to.


June 11, 2021 at 10:22am
June 11, 2021 at 10:22am
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Prompt: What is more frustrating all the prompts to get to a human voice for customer service or sitting on hold after you get a human voice? I always wonder why we have to answer the questions with the automated system and then once we have a human we're asked the same questions. Is this tactic a way to thin out customer calls? What are your thoughts?

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You hit the nail on the head. I would say this is one of my pet peeves, but it is much more than that. Especially lately, with the Covid thing, most companies got rid of their regular workers and hired temps, most of whom are untrained and lack the proper knowledge that comes from knowing a company's ins and outs.

Unfortunately, right at this time, that is during 2020 and up to now, I’ve had to make many such calls due to my husband’s passing. Several times, they put me on hold to drop the call half an hour later. Several times, their rep gave me the wrong information. Even my lawyer was exasperated, not knowing how to direct me through their maze.

After each automated voice problem, even the human reps were enough for me to tear my hair apart. The questions answered several times over with each rep passing the buck to the next rep, and then, either misunderstanding me or understanding what they feel like understanding has been and still is a problem.

I don’t know the answer to this. I think FCC is not doing its job well enough. Their consumer complaints site only takes complaints if the customer was serviced fraudulently. Still, if enough people complained, mostly in writing by snail mail or writing here *Down* somebody might do something. Just maybe!           https://consumercomplaints.fcc.gov/hc/en-us



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Prompt: Nixie ’s "Love is
What do you think love is?

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I think love is the reason for the creation of everything. Then, pieces of that love were granted in smaller ways to the creation for their own use. For that reason, the original love is much greater than us or our understanding of it.

The way I see it, on our human level, love might be invited but not dictated, nor can its expression be regulated. Love can neither be a reward nor a punishment. When it strikes, it is unpredictable and irrefutable. It neither can be measured nor does it belong to a territory or any one certain being alone. It is inherently free to do what it feels like doing.

Love just is.

June 10, 2021 at 11:05am
June 10, 2021 at 11:05am
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Prompt: Make a list of things you would put in a happiness jar.

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Not on a list but if I were to put anything on paper that made a difference for me throughout my life, it would be reading and my quest for learning as much as I can.

Fact is, I never trusted any light-weight gimmicks such as happiness jars and similar projects, but I do believe in gratefulness and offering thanks to God for things that matter to me. Even that offering shouldn’t be forced and should come from deep down inside me, as if a private affair.

The problem with such jars and projects, while they may seem to work on the surface, they do not come from deep down inside. Thus, they are forced activities and their effects are only ephemeral and short-lived.

Then, as we grow older, things, people, or events that bring us happiness change, evolve, and lose something large or small from their earlier significance. As I value evolution or growth, placing too much importance in such projects could have a negative effect on my growth by making me bound to the items in that project.

Still, I do appreciate the positivity any project brings into the life of a person, be it transitory, especially because such activities are very helpful for younger minds like those of frustrated teenagers.

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Prompt: From Innerlight 2022 ’s "Blossom

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Sweet little poem about a blossom. It reminded me of the time when I lived up north and of the joy that the first flowers of spring brought after a cold, long winter. Especially when I focused on every part of that first blossom, I could see exactly where the petals fused together to create the flower’s general shape and I found myself as a participant and not merely an observer of the emotional life of the plant. It was as if I was falling into the flower and experiencing its opening to the world from its insides.
June 9, 2021 at 10:18am
June 9, 2021 at 10:18am
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Prompt: A day without laughter is wasted. Do you agree with this statement?

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No, I don’t agree, simply because you can’t laugh every day as if you are set on a timer. What if you’re in a funeral and the person you are closest to has died? Laughter, like any other thing, has to be genuine and warranted.

On the other hand, there is much to be said about a good sense of humor. If laughter is the result of that sense of humor, it is even better. Creativity, a good sense of self, self-acceptance, and being conscientious can be the components of a proper sense of humor. The classic sight of a person slipping on a banana peel and falling makes me worried about the person who falls, and I don’t see why I could laugh at that. In other words, the reasons we laugh and the actions and intentions that are meant to produce laughter not only have to be funny but also proper and kind.


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Prompt: TheBusmanPoet ’s "Greatest Gift
Write about the greatest gift in your Blog entry today.

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Yes, love is a great gift we can give to others and this poet has captured that idea in three short lines. Yet, to give love, one has to have a reservoir of it inside himself. How can one give away what one doesn’t have?

I think, however, the greatest gift is the gift of life, although at times in our lives, we may fail to see it. But that lack of sight belongs to us and not to the gift.

Life is a gift from God, Nature, or the Creation, whichever idea or belief you may be partial to. Chances are, not all of us are able to receive this gift fully. Some of us are given but just for a short period of time. The reason for the gift may be just about anything, but I suspect, it still has to do with love. Since it is such a great gift, I believe we should value and honor it the best we can.

Then, we too can give similar gifts of life to others from parts and things of ourselves and from our kindness and good will, and I think that would count as honoring the major gift that is given to us, that gift of life.

June 7, 2021 at 11:32am
June 7, 2021 at 11:32am
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Prompt: “We accept the love we think we deserve.”
From The Perks of Being A Wallflower by Stephen Chbosky
Your thoughts on the subject?


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I think the love in question here is the love or rather the respect people feel for themselves. Surely, if human beings neither like nor respect themselves very much, they can settle for any bad treatment or even abuse.

Worse yet, relying on any one single person to make them happy can become a downfall because it means handing out to that person the entire control of their emotions and their life. Then, if the other person accepts the controlling role, that doesn’t say much for the one accepting such a job, does it? Who would want to lord over anyone and use anyone like a puppet? Maybe a tyrant, a tormentor, or a persecutor, but not a nice person.

As faulty a practice as this is, it is rather common and we may all fall for it, especially in our younger, less experienced years. No one ever should be in charge of the locks and the knots of our well-being, except ourselves.

More important yet, those of us who are raising children or in the business of educating children have to be vigilant that the children are not being put down or made feel inferior, but that they are encouraged to love and respect themselves.

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Prompt: From Sharmelle ~ Welcome to 2022!!! ’s "Let me go The Christian Way!

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I enjoy and applaud the poet’s sincere feelings toward her belief system. That kind of believing insures the righteousness and moral behavior of its believer and signals the “salt and the light” to be in full effect.

As there are many ways of belief to follow, each way and how it is honored in practice depends on its practitioner. A belief system works as long as the choices of that practitioner are not limited to the choices that compromise or settle for that which is more convenient or comfortable, rather than that which is truly best and pleasing for the entire creation.

June 5, 2021 at 11:11am
June 5, 2021 at 11:11am
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Prompt: by Witchy woman Macavity is helping me this evening with the prompt. He wants to know are you a cat person? A dog person? An animal person in general> Do you believe animals add joy to human life?


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I am more of a cat person nowadays because of my 12 year-old Noche, who came into my life less than a year ago. She is a talker, meowing and sticking around me throughout the day. It is impossible not to love her, despite the fact that her real owners (my son and his then-wife) were about to take Noche to a shelter due to some problems she’d given them, mostly caused by the jealousy of their dog and the other cat. Maybe Noche understands that I butted in on her behalf when I said to my son, "Don't take her to a shelter. I'll take Noche."

Then, I am also an animal person. I love dogs, wildlife, and even the cute salamanders that come into the porch to tease and entertain Noche.

Another factor is I grew up with my grandmother, mother, and my aunt before she got married. My aunt was cat-crazy. She had countless cats and she would take in pregnant feral cats and help them give birth. She also instructed me in the care of newborn kittens, until my mother forbade me to go near her cats. She was worried about me getting sick with some kind of a cat disease, but I think her real reason was jealousy which had to have stemmed from the fact that I was getting too close to my aunt, as such things happen in families.

And yes, I believe animals add importance and sense to our lives. Aside from all the joy and comfort they provide, the idea that we are sharing the same planet with them and the idea of nature repeating itself in all species in different ways make us more alert, observant, and appreciative of the creation and its Creator.


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Prompt: From Tileira ’s "In the silence between breaths...

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“In the silence between breaths I
hear my distant phantoms wailing.”


If this is not poetic, then, what is!

The substance of the poem is significant, and in particular, one can adapt that to her/his situation or heartbreak without being specific about it.

To say the least, I applaud this poet for her sestina. In fact, I applaud anyone for writing sestinas. I tried it myself a few times and found it fun but restrictive, and in no way, were they this easy as this poet makes them sound. This sestina flows beautifully, and it is full of meaning, in fact with emphasized and accentuated meaning. *Thumbsup*

June 4, 2021 at 1:54pm
June 4, 2021 at 1:54pm
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A family member has married outside of their race, religion, social class or broke some taboo. How did different folks react at first. After a year, or 5.

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My family? I love my extended family for there are all kinds of people from many countries, religions, and social classes in it. No kidding! As long as I have lived, I didn’t see or hear any untoward actions against people who married into the family. In fact, I ended up loving aunts and uncles who married into the family, regardless of where they were from, even more than those who were born into the long-established family members. The only exception, as I remember, was my grandmother who didn’t like it, but it was then--about 70 years ago--when I was a child. I heard her talk against such strong differences, but she always acted nicely and politely to her so-called “newcomers.“

Yet, breaking taboos would be more like it for getting the family dander up. Those taboos would have to be criminal acts like stealing, swindling, killing etc., and I don’t know of any such people in the family. Maybe they were overlooked or I didn’t notice it.


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Prompt: From dog pack:saving4 premium renew ’s "Bat, Post, and More

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This is a poem from the heart and I am glad those of us who have tough problems are writing about them. Writing about problems has to count as some kind of a comfort, in the least.

I cannot truly imagine how hard it must be for the disabled to live among those of us who have no inkling of what the disabled are going through while they are being entangled in a web of medical and social factors. Especially with the pandemic, nowadays. Some might believe the disabled might handle the pandemic better than the rest of us, but with the places closed and restrictions on travel have to affect everyone more so the disabled. Even placing a mask on a face might take some doing on top of all the social disadvantages that were added on with the onset of Covid 19.

Then, I do applaud the distinct strengths, talents, and courage in disabled people, and I hope all of us, the people in this world, learn to make an effort to notice and recognize the potential in our disabled friends, family members, and inhabitants of the earth.
June 2, 2021 at 10:37am
June 2, 2021 at 10:37am
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Prompt: Is there a difference between joy and happiness?

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There are different ideas on the subject. In normal language, or rather among lay people, the feeling of joy is deemed to be more short-lived and sudden than happiness.

Yet, it is quite the opposite with the way religion looks at the subject and the way the psychologists and those who research human behavior do. They believe that joy is more consistent and is cultivated internally. Happiness, on the other hand, depends on external facts like other people, places, thoughts, events, or things.

The main point is both feelings or states of being are positive ones. From the psychologists’ POV, aiming for joy is more beneficial, more lasting, and it signals an internal maturity in a person as it is not tied to external circumstances, and it avoids negative thinking as much as it can; whereas with happiness, one can go from a feeling of exhilaration to a heartbreak in short time, such as a child seeing a new toy and thinking it is for him but finding out it was meant to be a gift for another child who is his friend. Yet, joy is selfless; in the same scenario, the child who sees the new toy still feels elated by the thought that the toy could bring happiness to his friend.

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Prompt: From Elfin Dragon - contest hunting ’s "Parents, Guides & Friends

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Such a nice, thoughtful poem of honoring one’s parents. I have to say, “Lucky parents!”

Honor means paying respect and attaching worth to someone. According to most religions, parents whose children honor them are eternally blessed as are the children for their respectful behaviors. This is held to be the truth even when the parents may be parents who are, let’s say, not up to par.

For being humans, some parents may be impatient, irritable, and faulty and may act and react badly in very many ways. For that reason, at some point, most people need to forgive their parents for some ineptitude of their upbringing. That kind of forgiveness is an important key to a happy life for everyone concerned.

Where parents are concerned, they should be thoughtful of their children, to provide them with examples of righteous lives, honesty, respect for the laws, purity of actions, speech and thoughts, and then, parents should show love to their children even when they least deserve it, listen to them and value their thoughts and their ways of seeing the world, and be supportive, encouraging, and appreciative of their interests and activities.

Then, when parents and children honor one another equally, it advances humanity with peace, prosperity, and progress in all areas.


May 31, 2021 at 10:05am
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Prompt: What can be the five positive things to remember about your life or anything else in the world, for the next time you might be in a bad mood or facing a difficult situation?

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The positive things about my life can be my fantastic, extended family on my mother’s side that inspired moral and spiritual behavior, a good marriage that lasted for 54 years, which would be in its 56th if my husband would still be here on earth, two sons, a good education that inspired and still inspires me to keep learning lifelong, and I thank my lucky stars that I was never in a war or inside a warzone.

Now that I’ve counted my blessings about my personal life, I have so many more blessings to count about our planet. It is a beautiful planet, and I wouldn’t want to be anywhere else. I couldn’t be anyway. Chances are, I wouldn’t be able to breathe, in the first place. I am truly grateful for all the animals here, wild or tamed, and even the slithering snakes and alligators, although I wouldn’t dare go near them. I am also grateful for the variety of my own species, the humans here.

I appreciate the conservatives among us who bring and insist on law and order as well as those who speak up and fight for positive change so things don’t get stale. And I especially favor children who are curious, alert, and ready to take on the world and raise it to a higher moral level that will also become very peaceful, comfortable, and livable.



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Prompt: From Seabreeze ’s "Invalid Item

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Surely there is more to life than we see as this poet says in her beautiful poem, for we spend our entire lives to enjoy and experience as much of it as we can.

While this poet has searched for her cave on a mountaintop, some of us hide our caves inside our souls. While we look for meaning outside in the world, we may also hide, when push comes to shove, inside our personal caves where our true meaning lives and comforts us. Our internal caves are not only sanctuaries but also, they are where we process the world, its ills and its beauty.

Sometimes, when we raise our voices in song, or in arts, or in writing, we show a glimpse of that meaning to others. Those of us who are fans of all arts, we love the arts because we find something of ourselves in them, something we discovered in our very own caves, hiding deep down inside our selves.
May 29, 2021 at 1:03pm
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Prompt: Our country is beginning to open up again. Are you planning on attending Memorial Day festivities like parades or picnics or fireworks? What's your feeling about public events at this time?

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Parades are fine, and I kind of favor the picnics, but not the fireworks because I know what that does to other species with sensitive ears. Plus, as pretty as they look, fireworks mess with the atmosphere and remind me of war and fighting, too. No wonder our dogs whimper and hide!

Personally speaking, I am not planning on anything yet, because as much as we wish it gone, the pandemic is still here in the works, and even though I have been fully vaccinated, I don’t want to add to the others’ possible ill health by becoming a careless model of action.


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Prompt: Vaishali (Lurie) ’s "Lonely Times discusses love and loneliness. Do you think there is someone for everyone? Why or why not?

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I like this poem because although it seems to touch the idea of a worldly love-relationship, it also includes the Higher Being in the works. With that, one can never go wrong.

As to the prompt's question, there might be someone for everyone or not. I think the idea of such a coupling is not a must, and it is not fair when such an expectation by the public leads the way to a lot of misunderstanding and unhappy feelings by the individuals who feel alone.

On the other hand, yes, I had someone very special in my life for 55 years. Now that he’s gone, I thank God and my good fortune that he had been destined to be with me for such a long beautiful time. Not many have been that fortunate.

Yet, what happens with some of us doesn’t mean that everyone has to have the same or similar relationships or that everyone is destined to find such a paradise on earth, so to speak. That might happen or not.

I’d rather think everyone should be for everyone where friendships, understanding, and helping hands are concerned. After all, we’re in one world as one of the favored species in a wide-ranging, amazing creation.


May 28, 2021 at 12:29pm
May 28, 2021 at 12:29pm
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Prompt: How do you feel about giving children nicknames? Do your children have a nickname? Is there a story behind the nickname? If not what's the strangest nickname you've heard?

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I never thought about that. All I know is that some natives, for example American Indians call one another with names that fit the people for either the way they usually behave or pointing to an incident. For example, “he that runs faster than the wind.”

I never gave my kids any nicknames, either. Except, when my husband and I wanted to talk behind their backs, we referred to them with nicknames only known to the two of us. That trick worked beautifully.

Then, kids give nicknames to other kids, too. My older son used to call the younger one Appy and the younger one used to call the older one Googie. Lol!

One thing comes to mind on nicknames. When I was young, a friend of the family used to call me NoshNosh, which has nothing to do with my name, and I have no idea what he meant by that. I didn’t mind it but it annoyed my mother to no end. *Rolling*

So if anyone wants to attach a nickname to a person, beware of their mother!


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Prompt: Stormy Lady ’s "Empty Nest and Me, a
poem about something every parent goes through: empty nest syndrome. What was it like for you? If you have no children, what do you think it would be like?

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Hahaha! Such fun those things that Stormy has detailed about child raising! I can certainly relate to just about every single one of her items as I, too, have done all that. Yet, the empty nest syndrome?

We never had an empty nest because we flew the coup altogether. When my kids grew up and one was just about to start college and the other one had just graduated as a chemist and had started interning (working), retirement popped up for hubby and me. We decided to move to FL from NY, and the kids wanted to live on their own. The older one rented a flat and stayed in NY, and the younger one moved down with us to rent a place in Palm Beach because he wanted to attend college there. At the same time, we bought our present house about 45 miles north of the younger one’s place. It was a busy time because these things happened all at the same time, almost in a few months.

I think the one who really felt any blow was my younger son, as he was 19 at the time. Yet, looking back, he says he’s happy he began living on his own at an early age because he thinks he learned a lot more about life that way. He certainly has traveled and moved all over the country since then.

Having said all this, both guys have always known that, should push come to shove, they are always welcome to take a room in their parents’ place.

I guess, at the time, we all got too busy to feel that empty nest thing. Yet, now, I have only a cat to keep me company. Surely, I miss my family, but also, I love solitude.


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