SHARE YOUR WORLD 7-11-2022

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QUESTIONS

How did you spend the money from your very first job? When I was younger our middle school, which was grades 6 to 8, was close enough to walk “downtown”. On the town green we had all the “regular” stuff like the library and churches, but there were also a row of shops on one side. There was a single shop that had candy you could buy and a lot of it was penny candy. That is where it all went……

Would You Rather Look Like A Potato, Or Feel Like A Potato? (Note. I have no idea why they used the word “potato”, but just went with it. Answer any way you like, this question is purely for fun) I think I would rather feel like a potato. They seem like they would be laid back, not motivated to do much, easy-going, that is if we are personifying them. If you mean just the outside, then I would say I would rather look like a potato….smooth, brown skin, very few blemishes after they are washed.

What were the best pair of shoes you have owned? I sort of have a shoe-fettish so this is hard because I have probably owned thousands of shoes in my lifetime. One pair that I wore until they squeaked and couldn’t be fixed (I didn’t even know cobblers existed) were my Mudd loafers. They were black and had a huge chunky heal. The heal was probably 1.5 inches, maybe 2, but they were just so comfortable and I thought they looked good with everything. I guess it would all depend on what part of my life we are talking about….I also loved my Docksiders, when they were made with a square toe. I can’t find those anymore. By best do you mean fitting or looking? Lol.

Besides war and diplomacy, what would be the best way for countries to settle disputes? Mutual Surrender

GRATITUDE SECTION (AS ALWAYS, OPTIONAL)

In these often depressing times, how do you find the bright spots? I try to look at how lucky I am with all the things I have. I also like to remember the people who I know love me and recall times that they expressed it.

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What do you see # 142 – July 11, 2022

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They splashed in the turbulent waters and if Adam hadn’t known already that they were good swimmers, he would have feared for the lives of his dogs. He had named them Rain and Salt because, from the moment he brought them home, they had bounded into the lake behind his house within minutes of arriving. Now, in this hidden gem of a watering hole, he couldn’t keep them out. Adam knew he would have to wait until both dogs had tired themselves out before heading back to the car.

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Blogging Insights NF — # 45

Dr. Tanya has given us a quote to ponder….

” Writing, to me, is simply thinking through my fingers.”

— Isaac Asimov.

I love this quote, it is the first time I have seen it. I wish I could magically write when I wanted to just by thinking it and using my hands in the air. I often think of things that I want to write, or first lines, new phrases, great ideas, but then I don’t have a writing utensil and by the time I think of where to get that the thought is either gone or not as vivid.

In a less literal sense I think that writing is exactly that – writing down your thoughts. I have often heard people wonder how horror/thriller writers get their ideas. I think this is the best way to express that answer.

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What a Day!: Compilation June 11, 2022

Call it retrograde amnesia or just a flickering impulse
I conjured up my strength, as if I were someone else
My friends they did not know me, my family they would say
But I attribute all my happiness to that crazy single day
It started as a gaffe but soon turned into a cruel hunch
Disguising my whole face as I stalked away to lunch
To elevate my mood in this rare prolific phase
I sighed and ate my sandwich as I looked off in a haze
A mystery unfolding was putting all my strength on hold
The magic of a master was all that I was told
Ejected from his alter and landing with a thud
I saw my pet go flying, then a monsoon of his blood
I ran back through the hallway, the library was in sight
I didn’t leave a line of crumbs nor turn on any lights.
I hid among the books so afraid that I’d be seen
What a nightmare of a morning this day has truly been
I escaped out through a window and climbed down a brick wall
I didn’t want to wait for more I know I couldn’t stall
Suddenly I woke up, not knowing where I was
Grateful that the only thing was my alarm’s loud buzz