Drop by drop the snow pack dies, watering the arid lands below.
Other Blogs and Journals
containing the continuing writing adventures of Prosperous Snow writing poetry
"The Snowflake Chronicles"
"More Snow Melt"
"Writing in Snow"
"Welcome to My Life"
"Memories of Snow"
"Dreams of Snow "
Poet999's Thoughts about Writing and Other Stuff http://poet999writingthoughts.blogspot.com/
Poet999 - A Butterfly Emerges From Her Cocoon http://poet999.blogspot.com/
The September 10, 2013 prompt for "Blogging Circle of Friends Prompt Forum" is
Oh, No! I left my favorite (something) behind: I just can't believe I did that. Please finish this with a story or a poem.
Oh, No! I left my favorite PJs behind: I just can't believe I did that. I left my lucky purple pajamas lying in a basket of clean clothes in sitting on top of the washer in the kitchen-laundry room. I know precisely where they are because when I took the clothes out of the dryer, I made sure to put them on top so that I could grab them when I packed this morning.
My purple pajamas protect me,
They generate an invisible shield
Against the fears of my unconscious mind.
All right, it is my own fault! I should have started packing four days ago and then I would have packed them and anything else I might have forgotten (but won't find out until I get to my destination). I know that I can purchase a pair of PJs in any department store, but those were special. They were lucky because whenever I take them with me on a trip, I always arrive safely at my destination. When I wear them to bed, I always have a good nights sleep and wake up rested in the morning. Without my purple, actually more of a plum, pajamas I cannot sleep in strange beds and wake up rested the next day. I always toss and turn. I always wake up at the slightest noise and think there are intruders in my room, but when I wear these pajamas to bed I am protected from the night fears that haunt me in strange cities.
I forgot my purple pajamas,
I forgot my author's uniform.
How can I write without my pajamas? My muse will not recognize me. When I wear only my pajama bottoms I can write 2,000 words. When I wear only my pajama top I can write 2,000 words. Do you suppose I could write 4,000 words if I wore both halves at the same time?
Thought of the Day: "When I was in fourth grade, a novelist came to talk to my English class. She told us that being an author meant sitting at the kitchen table in pajamas, drinking tea with the dogs at your feet." - J. Courtney Sullivan
The September 9, 2013 prompt for "30-Day Blogging Challenge" is
You have 24 hours to do anything you want with whomever you want. Money is not an obstacle. What would you spend your day doing?
Who would I spend 24 hours with if money were no object? I have no idea. I would want to spend time with someone I had something in common with, which would leave out most of my family. I suppose I could choose one of my brothers and their families, at least we could go sightseeing and not have to worry about what we do not have in common. I like sightseeing. I like going out to eat, but I do not think I could sustain 24 hours of restaurant hopping.
I know I would not choose an old flame because most of my past romantic interest are either dead, alcoholics, or worse. Then there is the possibility that if an old flame found out money was no object, he would want me to support him the rest of his or my life. I have not intention of supporting anyone except myself for the rest of my life. All right, I have to admit that I am a bit bitter about romantic interests, but that comes from being learning the type of men I am attracted to and being burned.
I think picking a family member to spend 24 hours with is the best idea, but we would have to go to a place with a lot of activities. California and Colorado have great sightseeing attractions. Since money would be no object, my sister and I could go to Chicago, New York, or Disney World. I would want to go some place we could enjoy ourselves without getting into deep psychological or philosophical conversations. My sister and I are on good terms, so I do not want to screw that up by taking a conversation where neither of us wants to go.
I am not sure I could deal with my entire family in one place for 24 hours. I love my family; however, I am also glad we live in different cities. I know that sounds odd, but as I wrote before we have very little in common. Perhaps we would have more in common if we got into deep discussions, but I doubt it. More then likely and conversation that got into anything other then children, sightseeing, or food would end up in everyone giving everyone else the silent treatment. The only thing I want to create with my family is 24 hours of fun memories.
The September 9, 2013 prompt for "Blogging Circle of Friends Prompt Forum" is
What was the last lie you told? Why did you tell it? If you're up to it, write a short story about it.
What was the last lie I told? The last lie, I remember telling, was to my mother. This event occurred in 2011 or 2012, I woke up about midnight to the sound of weeping. I went into Mom's room to find her attempting to get out of bed. I sit down beside her and ask her what was wrong. She wanted to know where her husband was. I have to admit I go chills up my spine because Mom and Dad had divorced for decades. I am not sure when the divorce occurred because, if I every knew the date, I have blocked that date out of my mind.
My mother had forgotten about the divorce, but not because the event was traumatic. Mom forgot about the divorce because the Alzheimer's disease was eating away her memories. I knew that there were two truths I could not tell her; I could not tell Mom she and Dad were divorce nor that he was dead. Since she had forgotten both facts it would only upset her if I told her the truth because she would not believe it. I told Mom that Dad's job had called him into work early because someone had called in sick, which left them short handed. Mom accepted the lie and went back to sleep. Fortunately, she forgot about our conversation in the middle of the night.
One of the things I learned in caring for my mother was that you cannot tell an Alzheimer's patient the truth when they ask for someone who is dead and buried. Telling them the truth only upsets the patient so you tell them a believable and convenient lie. An Alzheimer's suffer will forget the topic of the conversation in a few seconds and you will have to deal with another and, hopefully, more peasant subject. I regret lying to my mother, I never liked lying to her even when I was a child, however, Alzheimer's disease gives the caregiver not other choice.
Thought of the Day: "You can't converse with Alzheimer's sufferers in the way you do with others; the dialogue tends to go round in circles." - Kevin Whately
The September 8, 2013 prompt for "30-Day Blogging Challenge" is
The Sunday Review - Blog. Tell us about your week. Include your favorite blog entry from your fellow challengers from the preceding week and, most importantly, why.
A Sunday review
is always somewhat sad
because means contemplating opportunities lost.
Poems Written or Finished
The poems I wrote during the first week of September 2013 are (1) "Sylvia's Thirteenth Birthday Present" , (2) "The Missing Years" , (3) "The Aftermath of Prayer" , (4) "Joe's Tie" , (5) "Beautiful Rain" , (6) "Even Now" , (7) "Prelude to Writer's Block" , and (8) "Judging Reviews" . I finished the poem "Jean and the Warlock Elders" .
A Sunday review
is also a joyful experience
because it means looking at accomplishments.
During the week of September 1 to September 7, 2013, I wrote one short story in response to a "Blogging Circle of Friends Prompt Forum" prompt. I posted "Story Time: I Know You Can Keep a Secret" in this blog.
A Sunday review,
after fighting depression and worry,
reveals battles won over writer's block.
The Seven Blog Entries I liked
in no specific order
1: LostGhost: Seeking & Learning "Thirteen" because of the first crush.
2: Shaye "Invalid Entry" because it included the Addams Family Theme Song.
3: Fivesixer "This one's about new stuff and mouths." because I just like this entry.
4: abcoachnz-Sometimes around "Ode to being 13 again" because I like this entry.
5: Alexi "5 Save the Story Master "Let Him Win" his party!" because it was inspiring and thought provoking.
6: ANN Counselor, Lesbian & Happy "Invalid Entry" because I like the wishes and it brought back memories.
7: Brother Nature "One From the Yard. (Sunset Bay, Manitoba.Yeah)" because it was inspiring.
A Sunday review
is not enough for personal transformation,
I need to review each day's actions.
Food for Thought: "O SON OF BEING! Bring thyself to account each day ere thou art summoned to a reckoning; for death, unheralded, shall come upon thee and thou shalt be called to give account for thy deeds." - Bahá’u’lláh, The Hidden Words of Bahá’u’lláh, Part I.—From the Arabic, #31
WDC Birthday Blogging WEEK! The September 7, 2013 prompt for "30-Day Blogging Challenge" is
On the last day of the Official Birthday Celebrations, I want you to remember back to your first days as a Newbie on this site. Tell us about how it was way back then (if you are really old, *cough* *cough*) and/or how you felt coming into such a thriving community. Did you think then that it would grow and evolve how it has over the past years/months/weeks? (Bonus points for welcoming a newbie in the "Noticing Newbies" forum)
On October 31, 2002, I was working in the computer lab at the Henderson Campus of the Community College of Southern Nevada. It was Halloween and Nevada Day (yes, Nevada became a state on October 31, 1864). It was Thursday and we didn't get the day off because if a state holiday falls on a Thursday then the previous or the next Friday is the day all the state offices, county offices, city offices, and schools get off so that everyone can enjoy a three-day weekend. Since it was the last day of the month, we had taken off the previous Friday to celebrate Nevada Day.
It was a slow day and there were three or four of us working. After cleaning the computer screens in all the class rooms and the lab, we dusted around the computers and straightened the already straightened power cords. This left us with time to kill until a lunch break or quitting time. I set down at one of the computers and did a search for writing or stories. I found stories.com and became a member that day. It was a spur of the moment decision and it was one of the best decisions I have made in my life. I always have better luck with spur of the moment or gut decisions then I do when I use the logical well thought-out approach.
How did I feel? I felt nervous, elated, and excited because I had never posted a poem or story online. I found that I liked the feed back and the friendly people. I like getting reviews and, even though it made me nervous, I like giving review. I liked the encouragement and the helpful suggestions.
I went to "Noticing Newbies" and welcomed a new member. I also put welcome a new member on my to do list.
To heal the agony of an untold story
or an inscribed poem,
Thought of the Day: "There is no greater agony than bearing an untold story inside you.” - Maya Angelou
The September 7, 2013 prompt for "Blogging Circle of Friends Prompt Forum" is
Finish this sentence with a story It's a secret but I know I can trust you...
"It's a secret but I know I can trust you," Cora cringed when Beverlee said those words.
Cora sighed, as she pushed herself away from the breakfast table. Maybe, she thought ambling into the kitchen. If I dilly dally around long enough, Bev will forget what she has to say and I won't have to worry about keeping her deep dark secret.
"Something wrong, Cora," Beverlee ask following her old friend into the kitchen.
"No, Bev," she covered a nervous laugh with a cough. Damn, she put two bagels in the toaster. Bev knows I can't keep a secret. Why does she think they dubbed me Tell All Cora in high school. She went to the refrigerator and took out the cream cheese, when the toaster dinged Cora removed the bagels, placed them on saucers, and spread the cheese onto them.
"Let's go back to the table," Beverlee picked up one of the saucers and went back to the breakfast room.
"Well," said Cora sitting down next to her housemate. "What's your secret?"
"I'm pregnant!" She took a bit of the bagel, chewed it slowly waiting for the expression on Cora's face to change.
"Well," she attempted unsuccessfully to hold a neutral expression. "Who's the father?"
"One of the lab techs where I work," Beverlee giggled at the look on Cora's face. "I don't know because Dr. Holden is keeping that a secret until after the baby is born."
"I see," Cora knew Beverlee wanted her to do something. "What do you want from me?"
"We need another womb!"
"Beverlee, just what is it you people do at that lab?"
"Well,... Uh..." She glanced quickly around. "We... We're..."
"I presume it's something illegal, immoral, and against medical ethics." She took a bite of her bagel, "which means it pays extremely well." Her brow furrowed, "Will I receive enough to pay to catch up on the mortgage?"
"You'll receive enough to pay off the mortgage."
"Before I officially say yes, I want to know precisely what it is Genetic Improvement Labs does!"
"G.I.L. is a privately funded cloning facility."
"So, you clone human beings," Cora frowned as she finished her bagel. "All I have to do is carry the clone of one of the lab techs?"
"No, Cora, you will be carrying the clone of our founder Mr. Moneybags, as we call him at the lab."
"And all I have to do is carry the child and keep the secret. Is that right?"
"You also have to sign a nondisclosure agreement?"
WDC Birthday Blogging WEEK! The September 6, 2013 prompt for "30-Day Blogging Challenge" is
If you could have thirteen wishes, but each wish has to benefit a DIFFERENT person (one person can be you), what would you wish and for who? (This is your chance to do a lot of good in the world )
Thirteen wishes to bestow love's gifts,
Upon a pain filled world.
My wish to benefit a newbie to writing.com a 12-month basic membership.
My wish to benefit my brother, Tom, who is an artist a year's supply of multicolored duct tape.
My wish to benefit my neighbor Joe would be a lifetime supply of fresh fruits and vegetables.
My wish to benefit someone celebrating his or her writing.com anniversary a 12-month upgraded membership.
My wish to benefit my brother, Frank, who is a writer a year's supply of paper for his printer.
My wish to benefit my friend Aleda would be an all expense paid vacation around the world.
My wish to benefit a the host of a contest on writing.com a 12-month premium plus membership.
My wish to benefit my sister, Faye, who is a waitress a lifetime supply of gas for her truck.
My wish to benefit my friend Joanna would be a brand new computer systems with cloud storage.
My wish to benefit my doctor would be the deed to a new and up-to-date (state of the art) medical office building.
My wish to benefit my half-sister would be a trip to visit all of her relatives on both sides of her family.
My wish to benefit my friend Alice would be a new electric car.
For myself I would wish for a 12-month premium membership to writing.com.
Thought of the Day: “Wish on everything. Pink cars are good, especially old ones. And stars of course, first stars and shooting stars. Planes will do if they are the first light in the sky and look like stars. Wish in tunnels, holding your breath and lifting your feet off the ground. Birthday candles. Baby teeth.” ― Francesca Lia Block
The September 5, 2013 prompt for "Blogging Circle of Friends Prompt Forum" is
Describe a favorite photograph you've taken or one some else has taken that you really enjoy. Please, share with us so we can enjoy it with you!
I don't have very many pictures of my father and only one of him as a child. This is my favorite picture because it show Grandpa John and Grandma Belva with their children. My father is the child on the plow horse. The man holding him on the horse is Grandpa John, while Grandma Belva is the middle woman standing between the other four women. I am not sure about the names of the other people in the photo, but I know that at least two of them are Daddy's sisters. I think Grandma Belva was a second wife, so the other people in the photo could be Dad's brothers and sisters or they could be some other relation.
I study the picture of Daddy,
sitting on the plow horse
his father lovingly hold him there.
not knowing Grandpa John
or hearing stories of my father's childhood.
I remember Grandma Belva,
as an elderly woman
who wore a flower sack apron
while she baked bread in
an iron kitchen stove.
Food for Thought: "In every conceivable manner, the family is link to our past, bridge to our future." - Alex Haley
WDC Birthday Blogging WEEK! The September 5, 2013 prompt for "30-Day Blogging Challenge" is
If you could travel either 113 years into to past OR into the future, which would you choose? (You are ONLY an observer, and cannot influence anything)
Would I rather travel back to 1900 AD or forward to 2126 AD? I have to admit I am tempted to chose 1900, if for no other reason then to observe my grandparents families and find out if something Mamma said was true. A year or so before Mom died, we were sitting in the living room and she started crying. I asked her why she was crying and she said that one of her grandfathers had ran away with a younger woman. I do not know which one of her grandfathers she was talking about or if what she said was true. If the incident was true, I do not know when it occurred. I suspect it occurred after 1921 (the year of my mother's birth), so going back to 1900 would not answer my question.
Would I rather travel back to 1900 AD or forward to 2126 AD? I would rather go forward to 2126 because I want to see how the world crises of today turned out. One hundred thirteen years should be enough time to see how the world peace process is coming along. By the year 2126 the present international conflicts should be solved or well on their way to being solved. Medical, scientific, and technological advancements should have solved a few of the problems we face today. The most important question I would like answered is "Has medical science found a cure for Alzheimer's disease?"
A time traveling observer
can choose the age of her adventure,
can choose to see the past or future,
can decide which questions she wants answered.
Thought of the Day: "I myself believe that there will one day be time travel because when we find that something isn't forbidden by the over-arching laws of physics we usually eventually find a technological way of doing it." - David Deutsch
The September 3, 2013 prompts for "Blogging Circle of Friends Prompt Forum" are
Tell us about your first kiss? Where was it? Was it fun?
Dentists. What are your thoughts on them?
I've never kissed a dentist,
though I've had their hands in my mouth,
I don't know if they're good kissers.
I've never kissed a dentist,
though I think that they're just great,
when you have a tooth ache
they fill the tooth
or give you a root canal.
I've never kissed a dentist,
and I don't think I ever will
because one pulled all my teeth,
so I take them out to brush them
and put them in a glass at night.
WDC Birthday Blogging WEEK! The September 4, 2013 prompt for "30-Day Blogging Challenge" is
The prompt is a two-parter today Smile What is your favorite update to WDC from the Birthday goodies so far? Remember, it can be anything from Port Awardicons to a new emoticon or anything in between. And, what update/improvement/new feature would you be interested to see in the future?
Part 1: What is my favorite update to WDC?
The first thing I noticed when I logged in on September 1, was the new look. It surprised and took me a little while to get used to the new look. I like WDC's new dress because it make the website easier to navigate and the colors appear more vibrant. I especially like the colors of the awardcons because they appear livelier. Another thing I like is the way the calender in the blog show when I post, the circle around the dates is easier to see because it stands out immediately.
A new birthday dress
First impressions important
My favorite update is the look of the WDC website because it makes a good first impression. It also present the image of a professional website that is friendly to both experienced and inexperienced authors.
Part 2: What new update, improvement, or new feature would I like to see in the future?
I have pondered this question and I cannot think of anything right now. I may think of something later, but at the moment I am satisfied with things as they stand. I will continue to consider this question and if I think of something I will post it in the proper forum.
Food for Thought: "I dress for the image. Not for myself, not for the public, not for fashion, not for men." - Marlene Dietrich
WDC Birthday Blogging WEEK! The September 3, 2013 prompt for "30-Day Blogging Challenge" is
If you could be 13 years old again, (in this time period) would you?
If I were 13 again,
would I really want to swim
through the quagmire of teenage angst?
The technology is a plus,
I could ride an ITD1
instead of a bus.
Is the technology worth the price
of living through the terrible teens?
Do I really want to be 13?
Would I want to be 13 years old again? No! It is true that there are numerous advantages of being 13 in this day, but I do not think the advantages outweigh the disadvantages. A major disadvantage of being 13 is facing the years between 13 and 19 in a world or culture that is going through maturing process at the same time you maturing. All right, if I were born in 2000 AD instead of 1946 AD, I might have a different view of the crises facing the world today and think that the present condition of the planet is normal. This does not change my answer, I still would not want to be 13 again.
If I were 13 again,
would need a survival plan
to stop the bullies where the stand?
Food for Thought: "I liked being a teenager, but I would not go back for all the tea in China." - Rob Lowe
The September 3, 2013 prompt for "Blogging Circle of Friends Prompt Forum" is
Which three of these skills are the most important for success in life? Why?
Patience, common sense, humor, courage, creativity, resourcefulness, work ethic, organization, integrity, responsibility, compassion, self-control, pride, flexibility, obedience, love, kindness, independence, discernment, wisdom, initiative, friendliness or wit.
Patience is defined as "the capacity, habit, or fact of being patient".2 Patience is the ability to bear all sorts of inconveniences, difficulties, pain, tests, trials, etc. without complaining. Patience is tolerance. Patience is long-suffering. Patience is forbearance. Patience is sufferance. This attribute is important to success because difficulties and stoppages occur in every project, so when something does go wrong tolerant of the problems and it takes forbearance to continue.
If there were a photo of patience in the dictionary, it would be of my Grandfather Newland. He was the most patient and carrying man I have ever known. Grandpa focused on the long term and on the eventual outcome. He was raised on a farm and knew that crops take time to grow. He survived the dust bowl, so he knew that inconveniences and pain occurs with any project, but if you are persistent and patient eventually you will overcome.
Creativity is defined as "the quality of being creative" or "the ability to create".3 Creativity is important because when something does go wrong, as is inevitable, sometimes you have to make changes to achieve success. Creativity helps you find new ways to approach a project that is stalled for one reason or another.
Why work ethic
Work ethic is defined as "a belief in work as a moral good.4 An individual's work ethic is unique to that individual. Some individuals belief that work performed with the proper attitude is worship of God. Other individuals believe that work is a component of a well run society. Whatever the individual's work ethic it contributes to success of the individual and civilization.
Thought of the Day: "Success consists of going from failure to failure without loss of enthusiasm." - Winston Churchill
The September 2, 2013 prompt for "30-Day Blogging Challenge" is
Write a persuasive blog post about a contest or activity going on during WDC birthday week.
"Invalid Item" is a creative and fun contest. Each day, for 13 days, constants write poems using the prompt words. The poems are a maximum of 40 lines, but it is not necessary to post the poem's line count. The poem can be written in any form, rating, or genre.
Entering this contest helps poet, of any skill level, develop his or her craft because the poem must be written within a twenty-four hour period. Writing poems this way helps the poet focus on the form, subject, and word choice. Because the poem must be written in a short time, the poet can focus on writing the poem.
I have entered two poems in this contest. A limerick titled "Sylvia's Thirteenth Birthday Present" and a free verse poem titled "The Aftermath of Prayer" .
and develops the poet's confidence.
The September 2, 2013 prompt for "Blogging Circle of Friends Prompt Forum" is
Tell us about the best birthday present you've ever received!
When I was a child, I thought the best birthday present I ever received was a doll. I am not sure on which birthday I received the doll, but I do remember how beautiful she was. I do not remember what the package said about the doll or what company produced her. I remember that she was about the size of a two or three year old (at least that's the size I remember) because she was almost as tall as my sister at the time Grandma and Mama gave her to me. I called her Suzie because that was one of the names I liked.
so tall and beautiful,
that I remember to this day
wore a red and white dress.
At the age of 66, going on 67, I realize that the best birthday presents I received from my mother, grandmother, grandfather, or father was their presence at my birthdays. Now that they are no longer in my life, I find that the memories I find most joyful and comfortable are those with one or all of them in attendance at my birthday party. I wish I could attend one more party with them present so that I could tell them how much their company meant to me. The memories of their presence at my parties overshadow all the toys, cloths, etc. I received from them or anyone else.
They are gone
the most important people
of my childhood
beyond the curtain of matter
and stepped into the garden of God.
Thought of the Day: "Presents don't really mean much to me. I don't want to sound mawkish, but - it was the realization that I have a great many people in my life who really love me, and who I really love." - Gabriel Byrne
The September 1, 2013 prompt for "30-Day Blogging Challenge" is
Recall a memory or experience associated with the number thirteen. What significance does the number "13" have for you?
I know that the 13th month in the Baha'i calendar5 is Qudrat (Power).
I was 13 years old on December 24, 1959.
There were 13 candles on my birthday cake the year I turned 13 and I blew them all out.
I once lived in apartment 13.
I wrote "Friggatriskaidekaphobia" about fear of Friday the 13th.
I know that the numeric root of 13 is 4.
October 31, 2015 will be my writing.com 13th birthday.
I do not suffer from Friggatriskaidekaphobia6 or Triskaidekaphobia7, but I do have issues with Arachnophobia8.
I think the address 1313 13th Street has a nice ring to it, especially if it is a house with 13 rooms.
I know that any month which begins on a Sunday has a Friday the 13th in it.
I discovered that there are "10 Reasons Why People Fear the Number 13"9 and "13 Reasons People Think the Number 13 is Unlucky"10.
I know that 7 + 6 = 13, which is the total number of strips on the U.S. Flag (7 red and 6 white strips).11
I think that good or bad luck has more to do with a person's attitude then the number 13.
Thought of the Day: "Diligence is the mother of good luck." - Benjamin Franklin
The August 31, 2013 prompt for "Blogging Circle of Friends Prompt Forum" is
I don't know about you but when someone wakes me up in the middle of the night to talk, I tend to speak nonsense and in the morning wonder if I was dreaming or did we really talk. Share with us one of your midnight conversations. Was it with a good friend or sibling? How much did you really remember the next day? If you haven't had the pleasure of a midnight conversation, try to imagine what one would be like and with who.
I've had this type of experience before, the problem is that they can be extremely scary I remember an incident that occurred in Blackwell, Oklahoma, a year or so before I moved to Las Vegas, Nevada. In this dream or waking life experience, I'm still not sure which one to file it under. A cousin, who lived in the same city, called me and told me she found my Social Security card.
A ringing telephone is one of the three or four noises that will wake me from a sound sleep. Anyway I remember the telephone ringing and getting up to answer it. My cousin told me what she had found, so I got dressed. After getting dressed I got in my car and drove to her house. I knocked on the door, but no one answered and her car was not in the yard. I got back in my car, drove back home, and went back to sleep. When I woke up, I remember the incident and everything I did, but I did not know if it was a dream or a real experience. If it was a real experience, then I must have driven to her house (more then a mile from me) in my sleep. If it was a dream then it was so damn real, I couldn't tell the difference and to this day, I still don't know if it was real or a dream.
Don't wake me from a sound sleep,
are the least we have to worry about.
Another waking from a sound sleep incident occurred in Las Vegas. My brother was still married to his first wife at the time and they had one child, a boy. In the dream, Jason (my nephew) had fallen out of his crib and hurt himself. The dream was so real, that when I woke up, I called my brother to ask if Jason was all right. My brother wasn't happy about the phone call because it woke him up. Anyway he hung up and I went back to sleep. When I woke up, I thought the incident was part of my dream until he called and asked me not to call him up in the middle of the night when I had a weird dream.
Noises that wake me from a sound sleep
are crying babies,
or someone pounding on my door.
Sometimes I wonder if these frightenly real dreams are nightmares known to me alone or if others have similar experiences. I wake up and stare into the darkness. I listen for the telephone, crying baby, doorbell, or pounding on my door that woke me. Did one of these noises really occur? Was the noise a figment of a nightmare? Am I dreaming dreams that no one has ever dreamed before? Am I dreaming dreams that only the non-creative can ignore?
Thought of the Day: "Deep into that darkness peering, long I stood there, wondering, fearing, doubting, dreaming dreams no mortal ever dared to dream before." - Edgar Allan Poe
The August 30, 2013 prompt for "Blogging Circle of Friends Prompt Forum" is
Can anything be funny, or are some things off limits?
Can anything be funny? Yes! Are some things off limits? Some things should be off limits, but they usually aren't. Different people have different senses of humor, which is no excuse for hurting others by making fun, ridiculing, or putting them down by using laughter as a weapon. Humor and laughter can bring people together or they can tear people apart, so the person using the humor has to learn to judge the audience and look at his or her motive for telling the joke or humorous incident.
Are there limits to laughter? The audience is the determining factor because a dozen people can listen to one joke or humorous incident with different reactions. Some people will laugh so hard they will pee themselves. Other people will find it amusing, but not laugh out loud funny. Some people will not laugh because they do not find the joke funny, while some will be offended. When it comes to laughter one is dealing with human beings who have different life experiences, senses of humor, etc. This is the way life is and this is why some people are offended a specific joke and others are not.
Laugh and the world laughs with you
is not always true,
because sometimes it is laughing at you.
Laughter is not always the best medicine
if you find the joke offensive
Thought of the Day: "...Jokes are powerful weapons and that power can be misused. When you use a joke to bully someone or hurt an innocent person, it is wrong."12 - SteveG, Philosophers' Playground
The August 29, 2013 prompt for "Blogging Circle of Friends Prompt Forum" is
Many cultures have stories that describe the creation of the world. As a writer, write your own original account of how the world began.
In the beginning there was darkness and the Divine Creative Force. The Divine Creative Force, the First Cause, or the Deity did not like the darkness because it was colorless, boring, silent, and lonely. The Deity, being pure spiritual energy, had no gender. Since the Creative Force had no one to communicate with this Being spoke into the darkness.
The first character out of the mouth of the First Cause was B and the second E. As the E echoed through the darkness, the darkness began to congeal into a shape. The Creator studied the shape for several seconds or eons, since time did not exists the Divine Creator could contemplate the shape for as long as desired. Finally, the Creator spoke, or perhaps thought, BE. The word echoed across the darkness and penetrated the shape causing it to explode, to burst, or to flower into light. The Divine Creative Force was the only witnessed this event and the only Being to know precisely how the shape responded to the word BE.
This primal explosion cause the Universe to come into existence. The Divine Creative Force, who could see all possible futures, realized that from this one primordial event a multitude of stars, planets, galaxies, universes, and life forms would come into existence. Therefore, the First Cause decided to instill a spirit or soul into some of these life forms that would cause them to seek out the Divine Creative Force. The Deity also decided to assist these life forces in their physical and spiritual evolution by sending Messengers, at specific intervals, to guide these creatures in their search. As a result religions, civilizations, technologies, etc. arose on the planets inhabited by these life forms.
Since these life forms had both spiritual and physical components they were dual natured. These creatures, on whatever planet lived, could choose to believe or doubt the existence of the Deity. This ability gave these Beings or self aware life forms free will, which meant that these creatures could also accept or reject the Messengers sent by the Divine Creative Force. This free will had other ramifications, but since the Deity did not want blind followers or worshipers this give the sentient life forms a choice.
As B and E were knitted together,
an echo moved through the darkness
and the primordial atom was shaped.
As BE reverberated
through the darkness penetrating
the primordial atom
light burst into existence
scattering the darkness
a life creating universe.
Thought of the Day: “Nothing happens until something moves.” - Albert Einstein
The August 28, 2013 prompt for "Blogging Circle of Friends Prompt Forum" is
You are receiving an award - either one that already exists, or a new one created just for you.
What would the award be, why are you being honored, and what would you say in your acceptance speech?
I started this entry yesterday, but had a sudden attack of blog block. I'm not sure if I've recovered yet; however, this morning I have a tall cup of iced coffee on a wooden stand next to the computer. I have more coffee brewing in the breakfast room and a load of laundry going into the rinse cycle. I will see if I can complete this entry before I have to put the clothes in the dryer.
What is the only award I want? I want an award for the ability to cook anything in a Microwave. If I approach the recipe properly, I can cook cakes, cookies, and even turkeys in a microwave. These are not easy task, some, such as the turkey, of them take a bit of creativity and time; however, it can be accomplished safely. I have to admit that I have no intention of cooking a turkey in a microwave again because I have to carve the bird before cooking it.
I've cooked only two turkeys in a microwave. I cooked them two consecutively years for Thanksgiving. The second year, I put the leftover turnkey in the freezer and found myself fixing leftover turkey for the next 365 day. I do not like leftover turkey if I have to cook the damn bird myself. Therefore, I either purchase a frozen turkey dinner or go to a restaurant for Thanksgiving. I'm also open to invitations to family or friends houses for Thanksgiving.
I think this award should be a small statue of a microwave oven with these words printed on it:
That Can't Be Microwaved
Shouldn't Be Eaten."
My acceptance speech would be short:
My expertize in microwave cooking.
Food for Thought: "It is ludicrous to read the microwave direction on the boxes of food you buy, as each one will have a disclaimer: THIS WILL VARY WITH YOUR MICROWAVE. Loosely translated, this means, You're on your own, Bernice." - Erma Bombeck