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 The simplicity of my day to day. |
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This is where I write my thoughts, feelings and my daily trials, tribulations and happy things
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| Use these words in your entry today: rebellion, strategy, maneuvers, peanut butter, bread, signs, resolve, and dance. I think this is my first blog this year. There are signs I might be planning a new strategy this year at Writing.Com. I resolve to write more, enter different contests such as the Bradbury which entails writing a new story each week. To do this there needs to be a rebellion against apathy which has been creeping in to my psyche lately. Those new stories will not be amazing even if I manage to conjure up the ideas. They’ll be just your bread and peanut butter short stories, certainly nothing gourmet. 2026–what will you bring? I wish for only good things for everyone. I hope if you get the choice to sit it out or to dance, I hope you’ll dance. |
| Luck is not as random as you think. Before that lottery ticket won the jackpot, someone had to buy it.”― Vera Nazarian, Do you buy lottery tickets or the scratch off cards? Do you wait for the large pot or do you buy them weekly like clock work? Would you consider lottery tickets as gambling? Yes I buy lottery tickets, one a week costing $10. In Western Australia the lottery is run by Lottery West, they siphon off a percentage to give to local charities. Groups, such as school P&C’s can request a grant for items they’re fundraising for from Lottery West. So although technically the lottery is a gamble it is offset by the charitable side. We’re not very brave as regards gambling as my husband and I have seen the dark side of it. John’s father was a bookie in the UK when we met and we both worked in the industry. No, our gamble is regarded as a flutter in the faint hope (miracle) our numbers come up. If they did, at our time of life we’d give it away to our family. |
| Prompt: 2025. Was it a good year or a bad year? Write about this in your Blog entry today. That is a good question to ask oneself at the end of a year and I’m loathe to complain, although at times it’s been challenging. Whenever I hear myself complaining about life I’m reminded, usually by my husband, that so many of my cohort aren’t even on this earth anymore. It is true enough that life is precious and I’m lucky to be here and still able to do the things I do. And yet 2025 has been difficult in many respects. The hardest was losing our dog, Lucy. She was my birthday present to myself when I was 69. I told her when I met her at aged six weeks, that we’d grow old together and I guess we did, except she didn’t stay the course. My health and that of my husband wasn’t too great either last year, but it could have been worse. Our mentally ill daughter has given us the most cause for concern in 2025 and still her grip on life is tenuous as she battles her demons. The state of the world’s political unrest, although it’s not always front and centre in my mind, seeped into my psyche and unsettled me last year. Well, they were the downsides, now for the times which brought joy. John and I reached a milestone 60 years of marriage. Our family came together and gave us an emotional celebration. Our grandchildren and great-grandchildren have given numerous reasons to be proud and smile often throughout the year and will continue to do so I’m sure. I’m looking forward to starting a new year and hope it’s going to be a good one. I expect it will be a mixed bag like all the other years I’ve been around on this carousel we call life. Happy New Year to everyone at WdC. |
I do believe I’ve been dobbed in(Australian term) by Amethyst Snow Angel  for this. Anyhow here goes with six facts about me.1. I love dogs. Since we moved to Australia from England in 1972 we have had only four dogs. Our first, a Ridgeback called Zak, was from the dog pound. He was the sweetest and most loyal of dogs and was so pleased to be selected for adoption he never left our side. Fritzy was next a German Shorthaired Pointer, he was a character who went walkabout at full moon. Mitzy another GSP was next, another rescue and then sweet Lucy our Weinmarana who we lost early this year. At aged 81 we’re wondering if it’s too late for another one. 2. We celebrated our sixtieth wedding anniversary on the 22nd December. That is a Diamond Anniversary. No, I didn’t get a diamond. 3. When I was seventeen I used to work for a radio station and call horse races. I would do running commentary as the horses raced. Once instead of “they’re racing toward the post, they’re neck and neck…” I said …nock and nock! I was never allowed to forget that! 4. I gave birth to undiagnosed twins. No ultrasounds in those days. Both weighed almost seven pounds. 5. I love listening to podcasts. My favourite at the moment is ‘Strangers on a bench.’ Lots of story ideas as I listen to the stories of complete strangers who were just sitting on a bench when the podcaster asks them to have a chat. 6. The last book I read was called, ‘The girl with the louding voice.’ by Abi Dare. I recommend. I love book clubs. I swim three times a week at six am and do chair yoga, belong to a singing group and a ladies writing group which has just celebrated its thirtieth anniversary. If you’re feeling like sharing, please give it a whirl. No pressure from me though. THANKFUL SONALI Happy 2026!  Princess Megan Rose  Joy- Happy 2026!  |
| Let this quote inspire your entry today- "January wraps the world in a blanket of pristine possibilities.". - Barbara Kingsolver The quote is very poetic, attempting to be inspirational, but sadly I’m too much of a realist these days to believe when midnight strikes and a new year begins, a ‘blanket of pristine possibilities’ wraps the world. The only positive thing is New Year’s Eve brings the people of the world together for a little while. On the television we see all those beautiful city monuments light up as the countdown begins and the crowds wowed by fireworks and goodwill. It’s moments like these we can believe things will be different. Wars will end, children won’t go hungry and our own personal problems will disappear. Yet realistically we know that nothing will change. I’m sorry for being a wet blanket rather than that blanket of possibilities. I wish more than anyone 2026 will bring us peace and goodwill. So happy New Year to one and all. |
| "Life is like riding a bicycle. To keep your balance, you must keep moving." -- Albert Einstein. Stagnation is a state of being when life throws pressure and problems at you, where movement feels risky and stillness feels safe. But unlike the bicycle, life doesn’t let you pause with one foot on the ground for long. Sometimes doing nothing wears the face of routine, of “waiting for the right time,” of convincing yourself that nothing is wrong because nothing is changing. Movement doesn’t have to mean speed or certainty. Even choosing poorly teaches the body how to balance again. Einstein’s bicycle doesn’t promise a smooth ride—only that motion keeps you upright. Life is the same. When faced with a moment that demands choice, movement is not recklessness; it is survival. Standing still is the only way to be guaranteed a fall. |
| Twas the night before Christmas.....you tell us what happens next? Twas the night before Christmas and the old couple sat in their little house in the hills and reminisced about previous Christmases. Their conversations all began with,“Do you remember?” And they did remember the sixty festive seasons they had spent together. They remembered so many other Christmas Eves spent preparing for the onslaught of their children wakening them up at dawn, excited to see if Santa had actually been. The old man, who had been young then, talked about all the train sets he’d erected, trampolines he’d put together and so many bicycles he’d lost count. The old lady reminisced about the long dining tables which seated over twenty guests and when she’d cook huge turkeys, Christmas puddings and all those roasted vegetables. They smiled at the memories, thought how lucky their lives had been. But for now they were happy, content to be the people on the sidelines, simply watching their children, some who are now grandparents themselves, reenact the same traditions with their many offspring as they had. The toasted themselves with a glass of port and said “tis the night before Christmas and time for bed.” They kissed goodnight as they did each night and prayed for a peaceful Christmas for everyone. |
| Prompt: The Christmas Tree Lessons from a Christmas Tree: Be a light in the darkness. We all fall over sometimes. You can never wear too much glitter. Bring joy to others. Sparkle and twinkle as often as possible. It's okay to be a little tilted. Jane Lee Logan What do you think this poem-quote means? And/or, what does being a little tilted mean to you? I often feel a little tilted 😂 but haven’t expressed the feeling in those terms before. I might say: off kilter, out of sorts, unbalanced or just different. I enjoyed reading the lessons from the point of view of a Christmas tree, they are all things to aspire to. 1. I hope I have been a light in the darkness sometimes for the ones I love who might have needed a guiding light. Certainly there have been people who have been a light in the darkness for me. 2. We are all allowed to fall over sometimes as we walk on shaky ground. 3. Some people can carry off wearing flashy jewellery and bling and for those who can then too much glitter is never enough. Personally I don’t wear much in the way of glitter, I hope my personality shinesfor me. 3.It doesn’t take much to bring joy to others, often a smile and a greeting. It’s a wonderful lesson to take from that Christmas tree. 4.I’ll try to be a little more sparkly and twinkly! But I can’t promise. Merry Christmas |
| When we recall Christmas past, we usually find that the simplest things - not the great occasions - give off the greatest glow of happiness.” ― Bob Hope What simple memory do you recall? I remember Christmases in England when I was small. At school we used to make endless paper chains and lanterns from crepe paper. I remember the atmosphere in the classroom, warm and damp from all the coats and boots hanging near the radiators. We would make slippery slides out of the ice on the pavements on our way to and from school, which I used to walk a couple of miles each way, even if it was snowing. Mum’s fruit mince pies and sixpences in the Christmas pudding are high on the list of things i remember from my childhood. I would also make sure Mum left a note to Santa telling him not to come into my bedroom, I thought he would lean over me to check if I was asleep and his whiskers would waken me! So many memories of my childhood Christmases. I tried to make special memories with my own three children of course and I do hope they have wonderful ones of their own. Merry Christmas and a wonderful new year of blogging and writing in 2026. |
| Use these words in your entry: family, friends, ask, focus, and inspiration. I’m finding it so hard to focus on anything these last few weeks. I need to write an entry in the Contest Challenge as it my last month of completing another year but I have no inspiration. Family issues have certainly taken a toll on my well being. Our daughter has been in intensive care in hospital after another attempt to leave us and the world. She is very unwell mentally. My friends have been helpful by listening to me without judgement. All I ask for this Christmas is for my girl to find the peace she deserves and to get well. |
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