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This is where I write my thoughts, feelings and my daily trials, tribulations and happy things
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"Blog City ~ Every Blogger's Paradise"  Prompt: What would a perfect day look like to me? A perfect day for me would be to wake up after a really good nights sleep. You know one of those nights when you just lay your head down on the pillow, close your eyes and don’t wake up until morning. That never happens for me so that would be an amazing start to the day. This of course would be in a bed with freshly laundered sheets which would be replaced every day by magic. I would be with my husband, of course, and we would feel as we did 50 years ago, pain-free. I don’t mean to go back 50 years I don’t mind being my age I just don’t like feeling as if I’m my age. Then I would just go downstairs where my breakfast would be ready and waiting for me. It would consist of muesli, icy cold milk, some fruit, crispy toast, with marmalade and a pot of tea which never ran out. Afterwards, my family would pay visits during the day. None of them would have any bad news, everyone would be happy and smiling! That sounds like a perfect day to me. |
| "Blog City ~ Every Blogger's Paradise" Prompt: Firm Stance “Be sure you put your feet in the right place, then stand firm.” Abraham Lincoln Is standing-your-ground completely possible to achieve? What do you think being assertive means and how well can you do it? Assertiveness is not something I’m very good at. I can always see everyone’s point of view, that’s my problem. But there have been a few occasions in my life where I’ve stood firm, no matter how much I wanted to please someone, this mattered to me. Bear in mind I’m almost eighty and the occasions have been few, so that must tell you how strongly I felt at the time. My beautiful son, who had never been rude or in anyway disrespectful to me his mother, started taking drugs, at first smoking marijuana, which I hadn’t known about. The first time I found out he’d stuck a needle in his arm I let him know how disappointed I was and tried to help him. But it appeared he didn’t want my help, so heart broken I told him he needed to leave home. Because we’d been so close and he knew what his actions were doing to me he left. After a while after seeing his decline, lost jobs, stealing etc. I said I could no longer bear to see him and told him he needed to leave the State, get away from everything, his druggy mates etc. He was not to return until he’d sorted himself out. I was made to feel by many to be the worst mother in the world. Even my tough, (on the exterior) husband couldn’t believe I was being so hard. But I knew what I was doing was right, although risky. Our son rang me every day on his journey to the other side of Australia. He was driving his old car getting some labouring work on the way; this was before cell phones, reversing the charges. He was often hungry and wanted to come home but I said,”no,” and sent a little money. He went fruit picking, cleaning, labouring in fact he was so busy trying to survive he stopped taking drugs. He stayed away a long time. He began working on the Australian islands off Queensland, he taught people to water ski and surf. Today he is 50 years old. He manages a rainforest resort and a cattle station. He has a beautiful family. Would it have been so if I hadn’t taken a firm stance? Nobody knows do they?  |
| "Blog City Prompt Forum" Prompt: Reading “I have never known any distress that an hour’s reading did not relieve.” Montesquieu How does reading affect you? I used to be an avid reader. When I was a little girl my mother would take me into a book store and buy me a book whenever we went to the city. My greatest childhood memories are all wrapped up in my books and the joy I received from them. I would sneak away and hide to read, I’d read under the covers at night when I was supposed to be sleeping. I even walked into a lamppost once so engrossed was I in a book. Each Saturday morning Dad would take me to the library. It was old, dark and musty smelling but I loved it. Everything about it, the hushed atmosphere and the shelves of books I could choose from. The library was under the chapel and was like an Aladdin’s cave to me. I read all of Charles Dickens’ books. These weren’t the dumbed down versions either. When I pick up one of Dickens’ novels now, I realise how much more simple we need our writing to be. The language used in those books are certainly not used today. I wonder at the reader I was at such a young age. I read the Heidi books, and Little Women, of course. How I cried when Beth died. |
Prompt: Use these words in your blog: perceive, anniversary, pattern, information, pier, change, and raw. Yesterday at my writing group we were discussing a members’ story. The question raised was if she was meaning to call the place a ship was moored, a pier or a jetty. I don’t think after a robust chat she was convinced to change it. It was my fifth year anniversary of joining the writing group. It’s an all women’s group, there are usually about ten of us. After previously being part of a mixed group, I perceived the women to be more respectful, willing to listen. I’d noticed a pattern of behaviour amongst the men. It was as if they considered themselves to be superior and were unwilling to help and mentor a raw talent. The writing centre is for many different writing groups. There are groups for children, teens, romance writers, a mixed gender group, which is held in the evening, the women’s group and I think there may even be one for the historians amongst us. If anyone is interested, for your information, the centre is named after an author called Katherine Suzanna Pritchard. We call it the KSP Writers Centre. People come from all over Australia and even overseas to reside there in the cottages in the garden. |
| The Hollywood Walk of Fame’s history goes back to 1953, when E.M. Stuart, volunteer president of the Hollywood Chamber of Commerce, proposed building the Walk as a means to “maintain the glory of a community whose name means glamour and excitement in the four corners of the world.” The construction began on February 8th. Have you ever visited the Walk of Fame? Is there a specific star you would like to see if the opportunity arose? Do you think being famous is a good thing or not? Living where I do so far away from the USA, I’ve never visited the walk of fame. Of course, like everyone who’s breathing, I am completely aware of it. I must confess I’m not a fan of fame. I appreciate the art, and the craft of acting and singing, in fact all of the arts; painting, writing, and poetry. Yet it seems to me, the only people who get invited to place their hands into wet cement are the people who make the most noise. I prefer actors who will play in a regional theatres, on stage, purely for the love of their craft. I can’t stand the artificiality of Hollywood. Let’s face it, unless you can wear a dress/gown which leaves nothing to the imagination, then a female will find it more than difficult to crack the Hollywood scene. I’m unsure of the equivalent for males. There are some actors/film stars who are average in height and stature but for the most part, the artificially whitened teeth, high cheekbones and six pack, are the minimum of requirements. I’ve always said that fame would be my worst nightmare. Can you imagine how awful it would be when each time one steps outside, a barrage of flashing lights and cameras are there to greet? As I said: it would be an absolute nightmare. |
| Day 2006: February 7, 2024 Prompt: What is your favorite color? Why?
I’ve always loved blue, ever since I first learned my colours. It’s such a calming colour, soothing. Unlike the firey colours, the colours of heat, such as red and orange. I even love the sound of the word; blue. It sounds as if someone is cooing to me, like a pigeon sounds. My grandad used to keep and race pigeons and I would sit with him and wait for a bird return to the coop. And I would listen to the birds in the coop cooing softly as if the were saying ‘be still.’ I had a favourite blue dress when I was sixteen, I still remember that particular blue, like a field full of cornflowers or bluebells. My mother collected Wedgwood pottery and that colour blue is beautiful against the white. Blue is for a boy, or so it is said. My girls I dressed in blue, no pink in my vicinity.😂 So there are my reasons. Memories. |
Prompt: Feeling valued "The deepest principle in human nature is the craving to be appreciated." William James What makes you feel appreciated? Can you describe a time when someone made you feel valued? I’m sure everyone wants to be appreciated and yet sadly that’s not the case. Often people don’t discover, until it’s too late, how much that person did for them or for others. I’m blessed to have family who appreciate me. I’m sure when my kids were young, even as teenagers and young adults, things I did for them went unnoticed and were certainly unappreciated. Yet now they always tell me they appreciate me because they know I’m always here if they need anything. I’m unable to give much these days, but they know I’m always available to listen to their problems. The most I’ve felt appreciated lately was when my grandson said he wanted me to go to his university graduation. He didn’t even ask his girlfriend because there were only two tickets allocated to each student. I asked him why he wanted me and his mother to be there. His reply was “because you’re the only two people who have ever given a s***!” Sorry about the language but that’s what he said. I was so taken aback but I knew he really meant it and it made me feel appreciated. |
“Groundhog found fog. New snows and blue toes. Fine and dandy for Valentine candy. Snow spittin'; if you're not mitten-smitten, you'll be frostbitten! By jing-y feels spring-y." ― The Old Farmer's Almanac Try your hand at a rhyming poem about February. Have fun! February the last month of summer Down here in the antipodes A summer, that really a bummer Today is over forty degrees February, a month full of lovin’ When flowers and chocolate are given It’s a month that does my head in And this is the rhymin’ I’m submittin’ |
Prompt: Were you disappointed or happy with the month of January 2024? Well as it’s summer here in Western Australia I generally despise January. It’s super hot(44 degrees centigrade today) It’s school vacation also. So therefore the shopping centres are filled with kids running amok. I love kids but they get away with things my children didn’t. Although I did see a young dad the other day, he was shopping for groceries with four children aging from 6 to 11 who were so polite and sweet and I told them they were a lovely family. They were still being kids but they were not obnoxious as so many are. I sound like a grumpy old woman but I’m really not. Just hot! The climate has cause havoc to all over Australia. There have been horrendous floods, our son in Far North Queensland has suffered terrible stock losses on his cattle station. So roll on Autumn, (March). Praying for better weather. |
| 2024 Prompt: “Live life as though nobody is watching, and express yourself as though everyone is listening.” – Nelson Mandela Use this quote to inspire your blog entry. Snow's BCOF Signature [#1971580] Prosperous Snow, Blogger of the Week LeaderProsperous Snow, I love the quote and the opportunity to use it as a prompt. As a much younger person I was incredibly shy and self conscious. I never did anything which I thought would draw attention my way. Even as a very young bride, I really knew nothing of life except how to look after someone as I’d done that most of my life. My mother always seemed to be sick with something or other and when I was sixteen she almost died from a coronary thrombosis. As the only girl I was expected to do all the household stuff and cooking for the family. So when I left home to marry at twenty one having only one man to care for was easy. John was a very lucky man😂 and still is! When we left England with a three year old in tow to come to Australia, leaving everything familiar behind I grew in confidence. I was twenty eight then. I’d say that was when I knew I had to be brave. Two more children later I became the person I am today. Independent, kind, loyal, but assertive. I try to be honest in my dealings with people and only tell white lies, usually to avoid hurting others feelings, But I’ll fight tooth and nail for the ones I love. And yes, I actually used to dance like no ones watching but my dancing days are gone. Although I still behave like a kid, sometimes and never lost my sense of humour, the thing that makes me, well, me. |
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