From my desk: 03/14/2020

In the past few weeks I have been doing some things to improve my mental health, hopefully next will be my physical health (more than I do now!). I joined a support group and have found a lot of good people through my blogging. I have a few really good friends and Lindsay and David. I have been working more on my drawing and illustrating, more on writing, and more on learning about things I am curious about, like Art. I have been through a lot of crises but I am trying to learn to have beautiful memories rather than hurt and sorrow. It is hard, anyone who has lost a loved one knows that, but I feel good about the fact that I am making effort.

I am on a little road trip. I have made a few interesting stops and have found that my love of travel (which for many of you know that is my dream!) is very strong. One of the weirdest stops was in South Carolina. It was called the UFO Welcome Center in Bowman, SC. It was about 20 minutes off of I95 but worth every mile! According to the tales, no one knows who built it. Supposedly there is a ladder if you want to climb inside but it is totally unsafe! I had to laugh because it is behind a business of some sort and people live across the street! Very neat stop! I recommend it just to say you’ve been! https://www.atlasobscura.com/places/ufo-welcome-center

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I also went to Bonaventure Cemetery in Savannah, GA. Oh wow! Talk about a huge place. I walked around for nearly an hour, with intermittent driving to cover more area. I didn’t have the map before going so I don’t think I saw any “famous” graves, but it was interesting nonetheless. I did see one stone that had an obvious error with the dates! What do you do about something like that? I guess I could call the cemetery and tell them. Poor soul. The whole thing was beautiful, a beautiful resting place for so many people.

The third stop I made was in Jacksonville, FL. It was a location that is considered haunted. It is called Public School Number 4. https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Public_School_Number_Four. If you are a believer in the paranormal then you will believe me when I say that the leaves on the other side of the tall fence were crunching like someone was walking along the fence with me. If you don’t believe, well….sorry….https://www.firstcoastnews.com/article/news/taking-you-inside-public-school-number-4/77-435593359

So on my way back up North I may try to find a few interesting stops to make. I wish I had company on this trip but I have to say that I have enjoyed this trip immensely!

The Shopping Trip: Revision 1

Written for Measure twice, cut once in Go Dog Go cafe: https://godoggocafe.com/2020/03/14/writers-workshop-i-week-2-batting-practice/ WRITER’S WORKSHOP I, Week 2, Batting Practice

Beverly stood in Lane 6 with pasta, jar sauce, a loaf of Italian bread, and a 2-liter bottle of Diet Coke. All the lanes were open with two or more patrons, but her line had four. In Lane 1 there was one person waiting. She continued to contemplate. “To move or not to move, that is the question,” she said to herself.  

Beverly always heard that once you pick a lane, stay there, that is your correct place. She had switched before. Once she moved to a different lane and stood behind a woman who was convinced the ground beef was on sale, which it wasn’t, but they had to call the butcher to come confirm the choice she had made was NOT one of the sale items. That had taken all of 12 minutes while the lane she had originally been on cashed out over a dozen “under 8 items” customers.  

She shifted toward Lane 1.  The man at the register in her lane was taking his wallet out. There were three people ahead of her. Ugh, she didn’t know what to do. Her mind was saying to wait, but her patience was saying to walk to Lane 1. That was it, she stepped out of line, allowing the woman behind her to step forward. She was now out of line. She turned and walked briskly toward Lane 1.  

When Beverly turned past the endcap into Lane 1 there was a man there, waiting to pay. He had a pile of coupons and his groceries were bagged. The cashier was trying to put the coupons through but there was a small pile the computer was rejecting. The coupons were probably worth 25 cents or less, but the man wanted his savings, as he knew he had all the right products, and none were expired. Beverly groaned. She had done it again; not trusted her intuition to stay in Lane 6. Now she stood in Lane 1, behind this coupon junkie, watching his coins pile up in the form of useless coupons next to the scanner. This was what she got for switching lanes. Next time she would just stay put with an extra ounce of patience. 

©2020 CBialczak

Draft 1 = 478 words
Draft 2 = 367 words
change – 111 words (23% less, I think I did the math right!)

18 Months

18 months ago my life changed.
18 months ago my husband died.
18 months ago my world was turned upside down.
18 months ago I became a widow.
18 months ago my husband was gone forever.
18 months ago my husband was never coming back.

Why can’t they see that
I did not choose any of this
and it will not change?

Why can’t you let me
be happy with my life now
without feeling bad?

Why’s being happy
so bad when my love is gone
and new love is here?

Who thinks it’s easy
to be a widow so young
and want love again?

Why do they judge me
when nobody knows the truth
about my real love?

One love is gone now,
One new love is here to stay
this is my new life.

If you don’t like it
then walk away from me now
I can be happy.

©2020 CBialczak