This is new prompt for me, so I am super excited to be involved. It is written for Grammy’s Grid:

When I was little

When I was little 
I imagined my animals 
could understand my words  
and wash away my tears. 

When I was a little older 
I imagined I was little 
and there were animals 
who could understand my words  
and wash away my tears.  

Now as an adult 
I realize even when I was older 
and remembered being little 
it was okay 
to imagine there were animals 
who could understand my words  
and wash away my tears.  

©2020 CBialczak

The Shopping Trip: Revision 2 (Week 3)

Written for Measure twice, cut once in Go Dog Go cafe: WRITER’S WORKSHOP I, Week 2, Batting Practice

Beverly stood in Lane 6 behind four other customers, which was more than most other lanes in the market. All the lanes were open with three patrons except for Lane 1. In Lane 1 there were only two people waiting. She continued to contemplate. “To move or not to move, that is the question,” she said to herself, holding only pasta, jar sauce, a loaf of bread and a 2-liter bottle of Diet Coke.  

Beverly recalled hearing that once you pick a lane, stay there, that is your correct place. She had switched before and that time she had moved 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 her gaze toward Lane 1 then back ahead of her.  The man at the register in her lane was taking his wallet out. There were still 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. Contemplation decided, 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 now only one 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

Magic: Quadrille 100

#Quadrille 100: Abracadabra! Where’s My Magic Wand?

My sign: I believe

I lay upon my bed 
wishing for a sign 
so I don’t have to feel alone 
or feel the misery of loss. 

I enter the garden  
I walk among the stones 
of those put to rest  

Two Pileated Woodpeckers find me. 
My sign. 

©2020 CBialczak

Do I stay or do I go?

The center where I am supposed to go for Physical Therapy is open tomorrow. They stated they will do a health screen on the way in, taking everyone’s temp. I don’t know if I should go or not. Right now I do not have a fever.

Should I stay home or should I go to PT?

Bird Nests

Judy from lifelessons ( was “telling” me about a bird that constructs designs out of stones to attract a mate. I am trying to find it online and found this in the meantime. I thought it was interesting.

Bird nests:

Well, found the Bower Bird! This might be the one Judy is talking about!

While searching, Brody found a video he liked!