From my desk: June 29, 2020

Well, tomorrow I begin my two day journey back up north. I will have to quarantine myself until I get retested for COVID since I am now in one of the target states. That is fine with me, I have a lot to do around the house as I really want to try and get it on the market again.

I hate to say goodbye to my dad even though I am ready to go home. Right now he lives so far away that I get nervous that I won’t see him again. Besides the dementia he is healthy as a 20 year old so I probably worry more than I should!

In the next two days please stop by and say hello! I hate when I can’t get on here and post a lot and then see no one has stopped by! I’m sort of a cry baby like that.

Please try to stay healthy no matter where you are on this planet! This virus is so pushy and just doesn’t want to go away!

Peace to you all and I look forward to getting home and resuming my regular “work day” of writing and reading on here!

The Sunday whirl

Thanks again to Brenda for hosting the Sunday Whirl Challenge.
You can participate by clicking here:

cotton, can, coal, caress, cart, cacophony, cover, covet, call, color, column, corona

Wouldn’t it be heaven if you could caress the soft cotton of a babies’ blanket?  You typically do not see one the color of coal, but I am sure there is a cart that holds a black blanket someone wants to purchase. If you were to covet all of the blankets you would hear a cacophony of crying babies call out for their comforting cover.  So, you can put that idea in the column labeled NEVER and grab a corona. Crack one for me too! 

©2020 CBialczak Fiction

Wordle #195

Written for mindlovemiserysmenagerie:

Wordle 195

Mom’s Birdbath

Betsy threw back the covers when she heard the bell. It was Lizzy’s bell on her bike. Lizzy was her best friend and had gotten a new ten-speed bike for her birthday. She insisted it still needed a bell, like a little kid’s bike. But Betsy was tired of laying here, so she welcomed the sound. 

Betsy was a pretty girl but born very fragile with many health issues. She tried to live as happily as she could, even though everything always hurt. It wasn’t just her joints though. She sometimes felt this burn underneath her skin that felt like fire. Despite her troubles, Betsy was sweet as sugar, with her golden curls and bright blue eyes.  

Before Betsy could get out the back door, she heard a crash.

“What in the world was that?” she asked aloud.

Swinging open the door she sees the Augean situation. Her best friend Lizzy had been trying to do a cartwheel in the front of the house but landed on mom’s bird bath instead.  

“Lizzy, what happened?” Betsy called out as she ran to Lizzy. 

Lizzy turned to look at Betsy. Lizzy furrowed her brow, at first wondering why Betsy looked so worried but then turned her attention back to her butt in the watery bath. Luckily Lizzy had risibility, making her laugh at her own carelessness. Betsy leaned over to give her best friend a hand to get up and out of the water. Both girls laughed and laughed.  

©2020 CBialczak Fiction

Fandango’s Friday Flashback

I posted this originally on January 26, 2020. I only went 6 months back because I haven’t hit the one year mark yet!


Jack’s Ring

From the top of the stone wall, Jack could see the crystal in the rock formation shimmering in the sunlight. The shining rock seemed to blink in the sun as the clouds moved slowly across the sky, blocking sunlight at small intervals. Jack could just imagine taking a piece of that crystal and mounting it on a beautiful gold ring for his soon to be fiancé.  

He started down the embankment, fixing his vision on the stone. Once he was able to chip off his portion, he would check to make sure it was clear enough and would still fit in the setting. He knew the tone of the gold would accent the gem and was sure Pam would love it.  

After leaving the jeweler, Jack headed toward the hotel’s lounge, knowing Pam was waiting for him. He could not believe his eyes when he saw Pam in her tight black dress and matching black pumps with the stiletto heels. He was so lucky to have this beautiful woman and was excited to ask her to take his hand in marriage.  

©2020 CBialczak

Three Things Challenge #277

Thanks to Di at Pensitivity101 for 3 things:

Your three things today are:


My experience

Having worked with the psychologically fragile I understand that caregivers need a chance to receive respite for all the hours they put in. It is a lot of work and mentally demanding. A great day is even an hour of peacefulness. It is not unheard of for smaller children suffering from an emotional disturbance to suddenly appear naked, to shock the caregiver. Luckily, I do not believe adults are the same. The hardest part is convincing caregivers that respite is for them, not because they can’t do their job right.  

©2020 CBialczak Nonfiction

Cranky – fowc with fandango

Thanks Fandango for hosting the challenge:

little Milly

When Milly comes up to the house 

We hear her all the way. 

She’s always whining to her mom 

We wish she’d walk away. 

Her cranky ways and teary eyes 

No longer make us sigh. 

We’d like to take her little butt 

And kick her to the sky! 

©2020 CBialczak Poetry

Silver – Thursday #writephoto

Written for Sue Vincent:

Thanks Sue for hosting and what a beautiful photo!

reminding me

Silver sunlight on the water 

Reminds me there are dreams. 

Ripples flow through shallow ponds 

Reminds me there are problems. 

Soft mud lines the pond 

Reminds me there are challenges. 

Dry sand around the mud 

Reminds me there is healing. 

Such simplicity in the world 

Reminds me there is hope.  

©2020 CBialczak Poetry

The Power of One

This is so powerful. It makes me mourn my son but it also makes me see such a bright future for my daughter! I wish her father was here to see her change the world!

Nuggets of Gold

My sister shared this video and I found it very moving. It is almost 6 minutes long, but I feel it is worth it! I love bringing smiles to all of you, sometimes with crazy stories and sometimes with some powerful words by someone else. Enjoy, and would love to know your thoughts!

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Friday Fictioneers

Written for Rochelle and Dale:

Lainey’s job

Lainey walked to the coop. There were at least a dozen chickens so collecting the eggs required a basket. Of course, like almost every morning, Lainey forgot the basket in the shed and would try to carry them without dropping any. She knew her dad would count how many there were. He said he didn’t do it to check on her, rather he did it to make sure all the hens were still laying. Her dad told her that after about two years, maybe three, most hens stopped laying eggs, sort of like women getting too old to have babies.  

©2020 CBialczak Fiction

Tale Weaver – #281


Written for mindlovemiserysmenagerie:

Jessie’s true love

Jessie walked down the wide hallway, her heels clicking on the marble, as she observed the works of art. The museum had this gallery and although she had been to numerous galleries, this one always displayed the most beautiful pieces by famous artists. At this moment she seemed to be the only one in the entire building as there was nothing but silence besides the clicking heels.   

Artwork was Jessie’s passion. She loved to dabble in different mediums but found she was best at pencil drawing, capable of having images pop right off a page with her illusion work. She had been interested in illusion since she was a little girl. Magicians were fascinating to her. One of her most favorite artists to date was still Salvadore Dali. She wished she could draw the surrealistic images he was able to produce easily with paint. If Dali were still alive, Jessie would be at his doorstep begging for lessons. 

Jessie enjoyed all artwork. She loved Monet, but didn’t everyone love Monet?  Then Van Gogh. He was a bit crazy and you can see it in some of his work, but still the detail he was able to put into his paintings amazed Jessie. She was not too crazy about Norman Rockwell and other artists that drew such real life images, entertaining or not. To Jessie, artwork was an expression of all the craziness floating in your brain.  

©2020  CBialczak Fiction