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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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| PROMPT November 10th Your neighbor’s hay crop is ready to harvest. Everyone in their family is sick and their Combine is broken. How do you respond to this situation? Is my Combine still working? Well, hopefully I would have the time in between getting my own hay crop in to bring in my neighbours too. Whatever I’ve heard about the farming community then there wouldn’t be a farmer who would watch a neighbours harvest go to waste. They pull together, for who knows who’s the next to need help. It may be me? Looking at this prompt makes me think of my neighbourhood. I know there are at least three of my close neighbours who would come to my aid if so needed. It goes without saying my husband and I will help anyone who needs us to help. No man is an island, as the saying goes. We all need help from others at sometime. |
| PROMPT November 9th You are having a very realistic dream. In this dream, you are approaching a castle. What unusual reason do you have to be at this castle? What do you say to the two guards standing outside it to gain entrance. The two guards are wearing bearskins on their heads, so I must be in London. The Queen is in residence, I know this as the Union Jack flag is flying full mast. I need to tell the Queen something really important. If only I could remember what it was I was supposed to tell her. I only know that the fate of humanity depends on my memory. Well, I could have told whoever it was that gave me this job, not to depend on me. My memory is getting worse. I’m sure I wrote it down, but I only find a shopping list in my hand. Tea, bread, dog food. I don’t suppose this is what the Queen needs to know? I stand at the gate and plead with the soldiers. “Let me in!” I scream. “The Queen will want to know this” The soldiers stare. They are inscrutable. Am I invisible? “You’ll be beheaded, you fools.” I jump up and down. Checking my pockets for the message I discover I have no pockets in this suit. , “Oh no! I’m naked.” |
| PROMPT November 8th What would you have to start doing now so that in 10 years you feel like you just had the best decade of your life? If I’m blessed to have another ten years, I’d like to do more of all the things I do now. More singing, more writing. Perhaps join the local theatre and perform on stage which I have always wanted to do. I’d have to take on character parts though, old women, crones, that sort of thing😳 I’d like to learn a musical instrument and play it well. Maybe the piano or guitar. I’d like to be physically able to do one of the world’s famous walks. I’d make a list of all the really high places in the world, I love heights, and would visit them all, so I could see the glory of nature with an unobstructed view. I’ll dream that these are all possible. |
| PROMPT November 7th Today's prompt is taken from a book I own. "Great Quotes From Great Leaders", published by Motorola, my employer. This one is from Norman Vincent Peale. "The trouble with most of us, is that we would rather be ruined by praise than saved by criticism." Do you feel this is a valid statement? Tell us why you feel the way you do. People really hate to be criticised, even if it’s for their own good. Perhaps there’s a way to criticise without offending but no matter how it’s phrased, folk just recognise criticism, even when it’s sugar coated. Praise is great, but only when it’s deserved. For example people get praised in reviews for work that’s at best ok, but not actually praiseworthy. Does that ruin the writer? That may be going too far, but it may prevent that writer from examining the work, listening to suggestions and making improvements. I’ve noticed these days children get praised for just turning up. Comparing my school days with today’s, I notice one big difference. We used to know exactly where we were on the ladder. We actually were given a number to say where we sat. There were usually forty, or even more kids in classes. To be number one, or even in the top ten was wonderful. Not that I ever reached such greatness. But can you imagine how number forty felt? That was hard luck if they felt bad. That was life. I’m not sure kids today could tolerate being graded in such a black and white way. So yes I do believe that too much praise can hold back a person from striving for improvement, however too much harsh criticism can crush. Maybe there is a middle ground, a way to encourage without flattery. |
| PROMPT November 6th You work alone from home, logged on to your work PC. One day you log on, and start your routine. You look at the clock on your desktop and eight hours have passed, but you have no memory of getting any tasks done. Tell us what might have happened to you during those eight hours. Well memory loss is getting more and more frequent the older I get but eight hours lost certainly would be worrying.The best scenario would be that I had a beautiful sleep for eight hours. Hours can certainly pass by quickly if you are having a good time. Tonight I went to an ABBA show. It seemed I was only there for an hour but actually I was there for four hours. Maybe it was the red wine? Having only just retired to a hotel bed after the aforementioned concert and the bottle of red wine, it is hard for me to think of a scenario where eight hours simply disappeared. Also I’m writing this using my phone which makes finishing this prompt extra difficult. As you can tell I’m procrastinating. So I think I’ll leave this prompt to more sober contestants. Good Night |
| PROMPT November 5th You arrive at work today with five donuts and five coffees for the people who are scheduled to be there. But you have a problem. Counting you, six people are there, and all of you love coffee and donuts! How do you and your friends resolve this? Well! There's a tricky predicament if you like. Probably, knowing myself. I'd sacrifice mine, give everyone else a coffee and donut and make myself a cup of tea. I'd feel okay about it as I hadn't consumed all that fat and sugar. But then I'd be aggrieved when I take a look at my bank statement later. I would have seen I had spent $25 on five coffees. Yes, coffee is at least $5 a cup here in Western Australia. Then I would have remembered who didn't drink cow's milk, and ordered Soy milk for Jim, Decaf Almond latte for Noreen, Long black for Fred, Cappucino, (extra hot) for John, and remembered to bring extra sugar for Mary. No doubt someone would offer a bite of their donut though. |
| PROMPT November 4th We've all heard of people who mysteriously 'go missing'. Tonight, write about a person who 'goes missing'. Someone that you read about in the newspaper or online, but nobody seems to know them, or remember them. This week in Western Australia the headlines and news have been all about a little girl lost. Her name is Cleo Smith aged four years old. Her family were camping in a remote campsite near the blowholes in a little town of Carnarvon. She was with her Mum and dad and baby sister. Her mother woke to tend to the baby at 1.30 am and gave Cleo a drink of water. She snuggled her down into her sleeping bag. At 6.30 the parents awoke to find little Cleo gone from the tent along with her sleeping bag. A massive police search has been going on ever since but no sign of the little girl or her sleeping bag were to be seen. Eighteen days went by. Posters pleading for information have been everywhere. Her young parents have been on television, pleading for any information about their child. It’s been heartbreaking for everyone. Then yesterday we awoke to the news she’d been found. She was locked in a house in the town only seven minutes drive from her home. She was alone, the lights were on and at one am the police broke down the door. Police video showed a police officer picking her up and asking her name. He asked her twice and then she said…”my name is Cleo” So many people I have spoken to said they burst into tears, as did I. The little town is festooned with pink balloons. Signs saying ‘Welcome Home Cleo’ and others thanking the amazing detective work involved in bringing her home. Last night in Perth 500 kms away from Carnarvon the bridge was lit up in blue to praise the police. What a joyful few days. It demonstrates to me how starved we are for some good news these days. The next few weeks are going to be difficult trying to establish what happened to her over 18 days and nights. The man who took her is in custody. |
| PROMPT November 3rd You live in a tourist town. There's always an 'interesting' mix of visitors. But this year they are especially... different. In what way? My little town is called Mundaring. An Aboriginal word meaning "a high place on a high place" or "the place of the grass tree leaves". European settlement dates from the 1840s with the land initially being used mainly for timber-cutting, quarrying, vineyards, orcharding and poultry farming. However recently the town and surrounds have become famous for the mountain bike tracks in the surrounding forests. The most famous is the Mundi Bidi track which runs for over 1000 kms from Mundaring to Albany. So the most interesting visitors to our town are the hardy walkers and cyclists who attempt this long hard journey. Each Sunday morning, cars arrive and bikes are detached from bike racks. Then hordes of cyclists clog up the cafes as they meet and chat. Dressed in Lycra they leave nothing to the imagination as they through wander the town looking like extras from a sci-fi movie set. Their voices echo throughout the streets, turning heads as they deliver scraps of news and information as they ride by in groups of twenty or even more. This of course causes frustration to other road users who can’t pass on our single lane winding roads. |
| PROMPT November 2nd You are curator of a museum. This museum has an area of interest to you. Take us on a guided tour of your latest exhibition. Welcome to the West Australian Museum. The building is almost new. We are still allowing free entry for everyone. This will change soon, so before a charge of $15 per adult kicks in, take advantage to view this amazing building. There’ll be no charge though for children and there’s so much to keep them entertained here. For instance my favourite corner of this vast museum is a collection of childhood toys. Dated 1887-97 this is a complete collection of 150 toys belonging to the six children of Perth’s first Anglican Archbishop. The collection contains toys and games of children’s play, child rearing, and schooling items. There are costumes, books and items reflective of home life in WA. It is the Riley Family Collection. Some of the toys are in pristine condition. Toy soldiers and dolls perhaps only to be played with on special occasions. So different to the plastic toys that today’s kids use a few times and throw away into landfill. How these toys were so lovingly kept for so long remains a mystery to me. |
| PROMPT November 1st We all have possessions of some type. Tell us five possessions you can’t live without, and why they are on this list. Hi everyone it’s good to be back for the month of November. I enjoyed being on the other side, so to speak in the judge’s seat for one week in September. So, possessions? I don’t consider myself as a possessive type, I’ll usually share anything I’ve got, if someone else wants to use it. Including my car, which I’m falling in love with. It’s new! Flashy and red.❤️ I’m wracking my brains here to come with anything I own, I can’t live without. Okay I’ll try. 1. My dog, Lucy the Weimaraner. She’s my one constant. She’s never angry with me, or even slightly disappointed. She’s always happy to see me. 2. My hair products. This includes my heated hair straightener. I can’t face the world, unless it’s under a hat, without them. Frizzy, out of control hair needs taming guys. 3. Electric blanket in Winter. No way could I face getting into a cold bed. 4. WdC. This writer’s site is my addiction. I suppose I actually wouldn’t die without it but it’s my go to place for relaxation, ideas, prompts and inspiration. 5. My reclining chair. It’s my saviour when I’m in pain with my sometimes really painful condition. There. I made it! There are possessions I can’t live without. Amazing! |
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