Daily Prompt – JusJoJan the 23rd, 2022

Find the prompt here: https://lindaghill.com/2022/01/23/daily-prompt-jusjojan-the-23rd-2022/

Your prompt for JusJoJan January 23rd, 2022, is “surviving.” Use the word “surviving” any way you’d like.

Survival

Survival is not just living alive
it’s being so free
alert and happy
Finding a way in life to strive
is a prominent point
meant to be
Survival is needed for all humankind
to live and to
have what you need
Survival can be controlled by your mind
by thinking good thoughts
positively.

©2022 CBialczak Poetry

Eugi’s Weekly Prompt – Affirmations – January 18, 2022

Eugi is the host: http://Your Weekly Prompt – Affirmations – January 18, 2022

I know I am late this week but affirmations is such a big deal. In a few of my posts I wrote about talking to kids to acknowledge you hear what they are saying. Affirmations can be said or thought and are a way of changing your thought process to positive. That is not to say everything is hunky-dory. This is like teaching kids to use “I statements” instead of blame.

This is all my opinion!

“You always argue with me!” can be rephrased to “I feel like we argue about things a lot” to make the statement less assertive and into a phrase the other person can respond to.

affirmation (ăf″ər-mā′shən)
noun

  1. The act of affirming or the state of being affirmed; assertion.
  2. Something declared to be true; a positive statement or judgment.
  3. The assertion that the testimony one gives is true and equivalent to that which would be given while under oath.

“All you do is ask for things when we are shopping!” yells the mom.
Instead: “We are shopping today for things on our list, nothing else. Next time maybe we can put that on our list”. That way it can be discussed instead of argued over.

“This is the stupidest idea to go today!”
“I’m not sure why we are going today, can you help me understand why?”

“You always complain about everything we do!”
“What do you like most about this?”

Sunday Poser # 64

Welcome back to another Sunday Poser https://lifeafter50forwomen.com/2022/01/23/sunday-poser-64/

This week my question is;

What are some of the things that people do that make you feel uncomfortable?

I think one of the biggest things is fight in public. I don’t mean fist fight, I mean full out arguing. Everyone is going to disagree in their lives but screaming back and forth is not something that is going to help. I especially dislike, almost hate, when parents yell at their kids to “be quiet” in a store. First of all, you are yelling which is not quiet and there are other ways to quiet kids down. Working with behavioral issues I have found that whispering to kids is one of the best ways to get them to lower their voices. They want to hear what grown-ups have to say and if they are screaming and you are whispering they have to stop to hear you. I also think that sometimes a grown-up just needs to listen one time to what the kid is saying and put an end to whatever is being yelled about. For example, I have heard kids screaming, crying, yelling, whatever, that they want something. The parent ignores the behavior thinking it will help it to stop. Well, the intensity is going to grow until the child feels like he/she is being heard and it is acknowledged. I think that is normal behavior. If they continue and it becomes a true behavior, do the old trick and walk out of the store without buying a thing; that almost always works!

Song Lyric Sunday

For this week’s Song Lyric Sunday, Jim Adams has given us a theme built around tribute songs written in memory of someone.

I don’t really know music well enough to have a list so I checked out the list here for ideas: https://www.joincake.com/blog/tribute-songs/

I chose this song because it still pulls up memories of all the loss felt after 9/11.

“Where Were You When the World Stopped Turning?” by Alan Jackson

Although there were several songs written after the attacks on September 11, 2001, we thought it would be appropriate to give Alan Jackson’s song a nod. The song won many accolades — probably because its underlying theme is love, not retaliation.

Alan Jackson Lyrics

“Where Were You (When The World Stopped Turning)”

Where were you when the world stopped turning on that September day?
Were you in the yard with your wife and children
Or working on some stage in L.A.?

Did you stand there in shock
At the sight of that black smoke
Risin’ against that blue sky?
Did you shout out in anger
In fear for your neighbor
Or did you just sit down and cry?

Did you weep for the children who lost their dear loved ones
Pray for the ones who don’t know?
Did you rejoice for the people who walked from the rubble
And sob for the ones left below?

Did you burst out with pride
For the red, white and blue
And the heroes who died
Just doin’ what they do?

Did you look up to heaven for some kind of answer
And look at yourself and what really matters?

I’m just a singer of simple songs
I’m not a real political man
I watch CNN
But I’m not sure I can tell you
The difference in Iraq and Iran
But I know Jesus and I talk to God
And I remember this from when I was young
Faith, hope and love are some good things He gave us
And the greatest is love

Where were you when the world stopped turning on that September day?
Teaching a class full of innocent children
Or driving down some cold interstate?

Did you feel guilty
‘Cause you’re a survivor
In a crowded room did you feel alone?
Did you call up your mother
And tell her you loved her?
Did you dust off that Bible at home?

Did you open your eyes, hope it never happened
Close your eyes and not go to sleep?
Did you notice the sunset the first time in ages
Or speak to some stranger on the street?

Did you lay down at night and think of tomorrow
Go out and buy you a gun?
Did you turn off that violent old movie you’re watchin’
And turn on “I Love Lucy” reruns?

Did you go to a church and hold hands with some strangers
Stand in line and give your own blood?
Did you just stay home and cling tight to your family
Thank God you had somebody to love?

I’m just a singer of simple songs
I’m not a real political man
I watch CNN
But I’m not sure I can tell you
The difference in Iraq and Iran
But I know Jesus and I talk to God
And I remember this from when I was young
Faith, hope and love are some good things He gave us
And the greatest is love

I’m just a singer of simple songs
I’m not a real political man
I watch CNN
But I’m not sure I can tell you
The difference in Iraq and Iran
But I know Jesus and I talk to God
And I remember this from when I was young
Faith, hope and love are some good things He gave us
And the greatest is love

And the greatest is love
And the greatest is love

Where were you when the world stopped turning on that September day?

Letterlocking

This is so cool! I think it is the type of thing to teach students since they are always trying to keep their secrets secure. I like it! I don’t know about the wa seal but that could always be improvised somehow.

Robert McGrath's Blog

How do you send a private letter, if you don’t have an envelope to seal it in? Before envelopes were invented, people used a variety of techniques to fold paper letters so they could not be opened without breaking the seal.

One set of techniques, used by European monarchs and other big wheels, is called “Letterlocking” [1].   I had never heard of this until recently, but apparently it is a thing, with journal articles [2], web sites [4], a Dictionary of Letter Locking (DoLL) [3],  and YouTube videos and all. 

The basic idea is to fold up a letter into a tamper proof delivery packet. Scholars have described 64 (!) methods, including the elaborate “spiral lock” used by Mary Queen of Scots, Elizabeth I, and Catherine de’ Medici among others [2].

These techniques have been reverse engineered from documents in archives. The point of the process is that…

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Same Same But Different

Sarah is our hostess for the Saturday Mix variable challenges.  Check it out here
This week we are diving into the depths of our thesaurus and exploring the world of synonyms.
Same Same But Different
Your ‘Same Same But Different’ task is to take the five challenge words and NOT use them in your writing. That’s right, you need to dig out your thesaurus and find a synonym for each word instead.

Your words are:

  1. sweater
  2. leg
  3. ride
  4. rock
  5. show

The jumper I chose
was red, black, and green
It matched my black pants
you know what I mean.
The gam of my pants
while green on one side
was black on the other;
my fat calf it did hide.
We went for a tour
this fine Sunday morn
to see if our neighbors
were still feeling forlorn.
The gravel we walked on
was loose and quite sharp
I wore the wrong shoes
but I don’t like to harp
So instead I displayed
my most jovial side
And continued my walk
my love at my side.

©2022 CBialczak Poetry

Fibbing Friday 21st January

Di is hosting this week

Here are the questions:

1. What did Miss Muffett sit on? Her ass, for too long, that’s why she couldn’t drop the weight.
2. Who tried to gatecrash her dinner? Her diet coach…to no avail could not get in.
3. What did Wee Willie Winkie do? Nothing, he was too small to do anything without parental assistance.
4. How many blackbirds were baked in a pie? None, that is disgusting and they are too hard to defeather.
5. Who sold sea shells on the sea shore? whoever owned the store at the end of the beach.
6. What did Peter Piper pick? his job, his friends, where he lived, what he ate, what clothes he wore, what kind of car he wanted…
7. What ran up the clock? the offense, they didn’t want to risk losing the ball.
8. What was daddy going to wrap Baby Bunting in? He was going to use a blanket but then mommy told him he needed to use the appropriate outerwear for a baby that small.
9. Where did Doctor Foster go? Probably the bar
10. What was the old man doing when it was pouring with rain? Sitting by the door waiting for it to stop

Fandango’s Flashback Friday — January 21st

Check this out on Fandango’s site

Well, unfortunately I don’t have any creative writing from January 21st of last year. I have a “From my desk” post which I will copy below. I guess it will be interesting to read where I was perspectively a year ago.

From my desk: 01/21/21

Hello WordPress! I miss my blog, my interactions, my writing. I am in Florida caring for my father and stepmother. Stepmother has not been well. She finished a chemo treatment last week that has left her so very sick. We took her to the hospital today because she was vomiting, dehydrated, and her blood count has been so low. She is there for fluids and a transfusion. My father is so unhappy as he doesn’t remember all the details and is so accustomed to her being with him. For anyone who prays, please say a prayer she gets better.

I miss my daughter and my David! I miss Brody and my guinea pigs. I DON”T miss the cold northern weather! Florida has been “chilly”, only in the 60’s mostly. Better than the 20’s!

I started tutoring. The young man I am tutoring is very kind and nice. You can tell he loves his family. The planning is taking a lot of my time as I haven’t been in the classroom in almost two years and even then I was in high school and my new student is in 6th grade. The one super-wonderful part of this is I have reconnected with an old friend who is an Occupational Therapist, who I worked with many years ago, but will be working with again.

I hope to get back more to my writing. I miss the challenges and the interactions. I miss reading all the other great work of my fellow bloggers. Feel free to tag me in a post if you think it is something I would really enjoy. I feel like I am missing so much!

Thanks for following and for reading. I miss this blogging family but should be back “full-time” soon.

©2021 CBialczak

New Book: Lucky Jack (WWI Biographies/ History)

I’m so happy to share this book with you today. Please read on for more info about Lucky Jack: Memoirs of a World War 1 POW by Susan Bavey!

Lucky Jack

Publication Date: November 19th, 2021

Genre: WWI Biographies/ History

“One of the perils of being a sniper during the First World War was the likelihood of a grenade going off right next to you and burying you alive”.

Meet Jack Rogers. Born in 1894, he once locked eyes with Queen Victoria and was one of the first travellers on London’s ‘Tube’. An early car owner, he had many escapades on his days out to Brighton, including a time when his brakes failed and he had to drive through central London without them!

His skills as an entertainer earned him popularity throughout his life, and kept him out of the deadly mines while a prisoner during the First World War. At the tender age of 103 Jack earned the title of ‘The World’s Oldest Columnist’ as he began dictating his life’s exploits to a reporter from the local newspaper.

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CHAPTER 37  – A  N A S T Y  B I R T H D A Y  S U R P R I S E

On my 24th birthday, March 21st, 1918, at around 5.00 a.m. a terrific noise began – the German barrage had started. You could hear nothing but gunfire. It shattered my eardrum. Eight of us, all snipers, including my mate Charlie, were in the extra trench, which had been dug by the Royal Engineers. We had been in the trench since the previous night. It was quite some way beyond our frontline and we had been given orders to keep it defended at all costs. Suddenly the Germans started pouring out from their trenches. As German soldiers were shot down they were replaced by others. They advanced towards our front by hiding in small pockets, which they had weakened by constant bombing, not in a straight line as we had expected. They were shelling heavily to the left and right of us, but somehow, miraculously, not on us. Waves of German soldiers flowed past us, just yards in front of us we could see a group of fifty soldiers and another group the same distance behind us, but luckily they didn’t come anywhere near us, as we hid, terrified, in our trench,

watching them. The British soldiers were in full retreat and from our slit in the ground, all we could see was the backs of the German soldiers, as they continued forging ahead. We stayed in our trench like that, surrounded by all of our equipment and everything we owned. We had expected to be in the thick of the fighting and instead there we were hiding in a small trench. At around 11 a.m, a group of Prussian soldiers appeared, part of the ‘mopping up’ party sent to finish off or round up any survivors who had been missed the first time the soldiers went through. They threw some ‘tater mashers’ (hand grenades) into the trench, which luckily missed me, and then came rushing down into our trench. By some good fortune, neither Charlie nor I were killed. We decided we had no choice but to put our hands up and surrender under the circumstances. By now, it was 11.30 a.m. and we had managed to hold the trench since 5.00 a.m. We were terrified and completely exhausted from the adrenaline and extreme emotion. Frank Richards had been hit by a piece of tin between his neck and shoulders and he was bleeding and holding his head. One of the Prussian Guards was a big, fierce looking man with a moustache. He jumped into the trench next to me, with his bayonet fixed and pointed at my stomach. I was convinced my last hour had come. I was absolutely terrified. I said “Goodbye” and waited for his deadly thrust. Instead of thrusting his bayonet into me I heard him say softly, almost gently, “Zigaretten, Kamerad?” He wanted cigarettes.

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About the Author

Sue Bavey is an English Mum of two, living in Massachusetts since 2003 with her husband, kids, a cat named Midnight, a bunny named Nutmeg, a leopard gecko named Ziggy Stardust and occasional frogs and salamanders.

“Lucky Jack is the first book I have written and is my grandfather, Henry John Rogers’ biography. Grandad lived with us when I was born, until we moved when I was six years old. Then he came back to live with us in my teenage years and we were very close. He was my father’s father, but my Mum diligently collected the newspaper columns he dictated to a local reporter, and kept them in scrapbooks in her attic, where they gathered dust and yellowed over time. A few years ago I moved my Mum into an apartment and found all the scrapbooks in the process. I wanted to get all of those stories into a book for my kids to read. That was the germ of an idea which – thanks to my having time during Covid lockdown – has now resulted in the life story of my grandfather, Jack Rogers being written.”

Sue Bavey

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