So very strange what the mind remembers…

My snippet is from the 70’s. My friend and I, and I cannot recall her name, were sitting on the rocks outside my house. Her dad worked for the Dynamint Company. If you don’t know what Dynamints are they were TicTac’s rival. I used to ask her to ask her dad if he could get me the mixed, fruity flavored ones. I feel like her name is on the tip of my tongue…I will probably remember it some random day, at some random time. Anyhow, if you are reading this and you know it is you, let me know!


Snoopy and Woodstock

Such a sweet story for a day that has been a bit rough, so a very welcome story to read at the end of the day. Thanks Jim for your contribution!

A Unique Title For Me

We live in the town of Woodstock, Georgia and we have a mutt or mixed breed that we named Snoopy, so last year when we got this baby chick for our little girl for Easter, it only seemed natural that we should name it Woodstock.  Snoopy realized that the tiny little bird missed its mother, so Snoopy decided to take care of the chick and raise it and he has become very close to it.  Our daughter Sara likes to place Woodstock on top of Snoopy’s head, and they look cute like that and nothing really ever bothers the dog all that much.  Although when Woodstock dumped a poop on top of Snoopy’s head, he shook the bird off to try and teach it the proper way to behave and show it that it should try to be more respectful of the one that was burdened with the responsibility of…

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Simply 6 Minutes—Welcome To The Challenge: 03/30/2021

Welcome to the 6 minute challenge!

Today’s prompt is:

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*****For any participants that do NOT like restrictions, please feel free to participate in any way you would like. It is great to read the contributions!****

  1. Set up a timer or sit near a clock so you can keep track of the six minutes you will be writing.
  2. You can either use one of the prompts (photo or written) or you can free-write.
  3. Get ready and write for 6 minutes, that is it! Can you write a complete story? Can you think of a new Sonnet? Can you write 400 words? 400? 500? There are no restrictions on what kind of writing you do, but you should try to be actively writing for six minutes.
  4. After you are done writing, include your word count and then post back to this page #Simply6Minutes or include your link in the comments section. Pingbacks are enabled.
  5. *Feel free to leave your work completely unedited. I believe it is good to see, especially for new writers, that even very seasoned writers don’t write a perfect first draft.*
  6. Have fun, challenge yourself if you’d like, read and respond to others’ posts.

Thank you for participating!


Camera Advice!

Please leave some input…

I would like to buy a “point and shoot” type of camera that is EASY to use but that can ZOOM like a champ. Does that exist? I am looking for something to take real close-ups of the birds and the bees (no, not porn! Lol) and don’t have the time nor patience to read a long manual about how to work a new, fancy camera.

Maybe I’m being unrealistic…please tell me it aint so!

Thanks ahead of time for any and all advice!

Book Review: Behind the Blue Elevator

Behind the Blue Elevator

Behind the Blue Elevator, by Felicia Baxley is so smartly amazing. As an avid reader of psychological thrillers, I am in awe of her storytelling and anxiously await more of her work.  

Ella is a college student finishing her education with an internship placement at an insane asylum. She is not looking forward to her first day, as she would prefer an internship she had actually wanted, but this would fulfill her obligations needed to graduate. Her first day was nothing she ever expected. How could a mental patient catch her eye like Lebannon did? Was she really going to be a trained professional if she was going to fall for her patients? Each patient Ella encounters is different, and she begins to look forward to testing out her diagnostic knowledge. Spending time with Lebannon teaches Ella more than any college course could have.  

I give this story 5 out of 5 stars. This was a fast-paced story that kept me engaged from page one to the end. There were quite a few typing errors that I hope an editor can notice, but they do not distract enough to take from the plot or characters. This is a must read for anyone who likes to feel twisted when reading a psychological plot more twisted than anything since Stephen King.  


Memoir Excerpt

The First Few Weeks: Losing a spouse

On the Life Change Index Scale1 losing a spouse scores 100 points, meaning it is the most stressful event you could ever have to deal with. Being through it, I would say it is one of the top two, the second being the loss of your child. There are instantaneous changes that you aren’t prepared to make and decisions that need time, but which must be made almost immediately. Future events swirl in your head, what did you get done on that bucket list anyhow? Becoming a widow, or widower, is a new life whether you like it or not.

There are obviously so many circumstances around death, none of which truly make sense when you are grieving the loss. If it was a long-term illness, you may have had time to come to terms with the fact that death was coming but if it was a short, unexpected illness, then that prep time was not included. The same is said for an accident, which I have also dealt with having lost my son thirteen months after my husband died, but even this scenario is different than sickness. Supposedly, we all know that we will not live forever but when that final day has come it is not an easy time for anyone.

The death of a loved one after a long-term illness is extremely hard, especially if it is a child. All the months or years thinking about that final day and how you will react, how you will feel, how you will survive, all go through your head like a continuous whirlpool in the great river of life. I lost my mother to Cancer. She had been sick for about ten years. She went into remission once, had a bone marrow transplant once, and died…once. From the first day of learning of her illness I still remember thinking, what am I going to do without a mother? Who in their right minds thinks this when previously life seemed as normal as can be? As the months went by and chemo treatments ensued, questions as to how long this torture would take came up quite frequently. In your mind you want to hope it would all end, but in hoping that are you hoping the one you love will die? No! You just want the sickness to end, the turmoil, the bump in your smooth road of life. But when you wish for the end, you don’t know if God knows which end you are wishing for.

Time passes, sick days prevail, some good days sneak in, and during this whole debacle you are given the opportunity to realize all the situations that are being laid before you. What happens after? How do they want to be remembered and what can I deal with for the rest of my life? Whose say is it anyhow, once they are gone? Will they look down from Heaven and think, “Hey, that isn’t what I wanted you to do with my ashes!” Unfortunately, the answers to your questions never come with any certainty, only hope.

Flip over to the short illness and all the troubles and questions you may have had with someone ill for a long time are suddenly thrust at you on top of the chaos your life is already taking on. As I sat next to the hospital bed, I kept watching for a sign. I don’t know what it was going to be a sign of, just something! My late husband died on the operating table after undergoing a liver transplant. The liver transplant was supposed to save his life and I guess if he hadn’t had uncontrolled bleeding that could have come to fruition. It was only five short weeks from realizing he was sick to dealing with his death, in which terror frequently arose in my mind, wondering what life would be like without him.

You are supposed to stay optimistic in situations such as illness or injury, but even with the optimism there are questions that need answers and must be asked. Trying to find the appropriate time is the tricky part, a time that never seems to happen. You think about finances, children if you have them, your home, your current life and schedule, everything! There seems to be no good time, however, that you can turn to your sick spouse and ask them if they want to be cremated or buried, if they want a memorial service or viewing hours at a funeral home. These decisions, if you hadn’t spoken about them before this, all seem to be so urgent, yet can’t be talked about at this moment in time because if you talk about them, they might just happen. Luckily, I knew Vincent wanted to be cremated, he did not want a wake with a casket, and he assumed he would be too old to care anyway. Things don’t always work out as they should, hence, turmoil.

From my desk: 03/25/2021

I have not had my usual presence on WordPress, as I am accustomed to and happy with. I have so much going on that my head spins constantly and I am trying to hold on for dear life so I don’t fall off this ride called life!

Back in February my stepmother passed away. It was quite sudden. I didn’t realize that the day she passed was the day my life would change, once again! I could go through all of my tragedies but I won’t. If you are curious, check out my About page. Anyhow, I am now the full-time caregiver for my father who suffers from Alzheimer’s. I knew this day would come but I didn’t think it would come so fast.

My fiance, David, and daughter live 1200 miles away from me. My daughter is doing phenomenally well in her career. She is working for Momentum Solar and is a natural when it comes to sales. My fiance is working his job, taking care of my house and my dog and my guinea pigs. I am busy too! But it is more of a mentally busy thing than physical.

Yes, you read that last paragraph correctly…David proposed and I said yes! We don’t have a date set yet but I am hoping my father will be well enough to walk me down the aisle for the second time.

There is a lot that I miss, now that my life is so….different. Besides missing David and Lindsay, there is so much more….
I miss my dog. I miss making my miniatures at my work station at my house. I miss my comfy bed. I miss my medical marijuana. I miss my alone time. I miss writing every day. I miss blogging all the time. I miss chatting with people and reading about people’s experiences. I miss taking pictures of birds. I miss all the things that were so familiar!
But I am lucky to have as much as I do. I am lucky that my father thinks I am so wonderful! I am lucky I have a roof over my head and food on my table. I am lucky to log on to my blog and see that people are still reading my posts and following me and enjoying my writing.

Life is so strange. I sometimes wonder, “when will life be normal?”, but what is normal? Maybe this life, with all of its chaos is normal! I just wonder if there is ever a time in life where you can just sit back and really just enjoy the world around you without feeling like your head is going to spin right off your neck!

Thanks for stopping by. Thanks for participating in my Simply 6 Minutes Writing each week. Thanks for following me. My blogging world is such a comfortable world!

If you haven’t already seen it, I have a Go Fund Me page for a scholarship I would like to present to the school my son graduated high school from right before he passed away. I want his name to be called out each spring as his school presents two scholarships to students who excel in math. That was his passion. If you could share the page that would be great. It is a large sum of money, so that the scholarship can be sustained for years and years. The more people who see it, the better my chances of reaching my goal will be. If everyone who saw it donated even $5, I would reach and possibly exceed the goal I have set. All money will go to the school for scholarships under my son’s name. If it isn’t enough, then perhaps it will only be a few years of scholarships. If it exceeds what is needed to start a scholarship then perhaps it can be offered to more students that attend his former high school. Thank you ahead of time for sharing the link!


Simply 6 Minutes: Karma, Karma, Karma…

Hilarious commercials which are now so “offensive” due to our new cultural norms and restrictions. You honestly can’t take life so seriously! Thanks for your contribution John!

The Sound of One Hand Typing

Well, I’m calling it a chameleon, anyway, because of the way the eyes look. From 1983, here’s Culture Club with “Karma Chameleon.”

You know, he kind of looks like Jim Henson’s character Wilkins in the old “Wikins and Wontkins” commercials. You can tell that Wilkins was an early Kermit the frog, or a prototype…

These two guys showed up in commercials for Kraml Milk in the Chicago area.

They didn’t even change the commercials, just the product they were hawking.

Just one of those days when I didn’t feel like writing much…

Christine Bialczak runs the Simply 6 Minutes blog hop.

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