Goodness gracious. Seems I’ve taken a longer blog sabbatical than I intended. But unfortunately sometimes life and illness gets in the way of plans instead of lovely vacations. That said, I hope to come back soon stronger and better than before with more consistent updates. Thank you to everyone who’s been reading and hope you will continue to stick around and welcome to any new followers that popped up during my absence. Cheers until the next post!
Swirls in hues of coolness
Beneath the core the shades blaze
A day to remark on appreciation
Four more to continue unchanged
Years to address our issues
Deniers treat concerns as abstraction
Seeing what they want to see
Consequences are realities happening
Whether we are actively…
Doing or passive
A little something I came up with before Earth Day, in my region, draws to a close.
It may seem like a ridiculous question in the age of direct deposits, but there are situations you won’t have that convenient option. Like the one thing everyone loves to be summoned for, jury duty. I have to say I was in no hurry to cash my measly $6.00, because it felt a little embarrassing. At the same time it’s like hey, money is money no matter how small the amount. And this check was a sort of compensation for honorably participating in the judicial process. Something I would be willing to do again, just hopefully not any time soon (plus construction in the downtown area is madness).
The attitude or belief that money is money is still something I hold on to…well maybe to a lesser extent after today, when I received an even smaller (yes, less than six dollars) check in the mail. I had completely forgotten about the possibility of even receiving one. So, when it appeared in my mailbox, not knowing how much could be contained, my eyes lit up. I won’t go into the specifics, but the amount was laughable and that’s what I did when my eyes scanned across to it. I still appreciate it of course, but I think I’m going to have to pair this one with some larger deposited funds, otherwise the trip to the bank will end up costing me more.
Now, I’m asking others to have a laugh and share “what’s the smallest check you’ve received” and how did you feel about it?
When I was still a teenager, I went to the zoo. I came upon some llamas, they were chillin’ in some shade of their habitat. I looked upon their placard of information and their Latin name. Reading this made me wonder to myself out loud: so is a llama really a yama? Those around me giggled and laughed. And that was that.
Setting a goal several years ahead, good idea or bad idea?
Good idea: you have something to constantly work towards and once accomplished can rejoice in your achievement.
Bad idea: giving yourself too much time to slack off and when the year approaches and concludes without the goal being reached, you’ll feel like even more of a failure. Yikes.
Cupid’s arrows stabbed me in the heart and brain
the moment I saw your little runty face
Your eyes were blue and filled with stress
Your appearance was rodent like,
even though your lineage is one of predator
I looked at your brothers and sisters
Mewing and clamoring for attention
Most of them were claimed, but I didn’t care
Your dark fur historically the shade of superstitions
suggested why you hadn’t already been chosen
But you were my ideal
I scooped you up and held you close
Oxytocin must have flowed
because it was longer than twenty seconds
We took you home
That was ten years ago
Your eyes turned a yellowish green as you aged
Your size doubled, tripled, then quadrupled
Runt of the litter?
It’s amazing what a little tenderness, love, and care can do
I spoiled you rotten
But I’ve never regretted it once.
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The year was 1995. What was I doing? Enjoying life to the max by still being a kid. Old enough to have a vague sense of the world, but young enough to have a thirsty imagination, seek adventure and not take things too seriously. Responsibilities were simple, go to school, try not to be a pain to my mother and just live. Sometimes I ask myself. Whatever happened to that little girl? She was damn near fearless, even with being someone conscious of mortality. She knew how to entertain herself when friends weren’t around, but also capable of making and keeping friendships, neighbors and classmates alike. Invited to slumber parties often, a “delight to have over” was a frequent compliment of parents. Actually looked forward to going to school, talking about her day, and had an optimistic disposition regarding her future. The possibilities seemed endless, she could have been a doctor, teacher, CEO, veterinarian, author, artist, anything and contrary to the real discrimination and prejudices that happened for women in the workplace, she didn’t think for a moment she couldn’t become either of those things if she really wanted. She ate decently and splurged on things like cookies and candy every once in a while. She remembers when a “Happy Meal” was a treat. She played with toys, not just Barbies and dolls, but G.I. Joes and action figures. She played video games indoors, but still went outside to play soccer. It was a good time and way of living. What would it take to get some of that back?
Inspired by this Daily Prompt