The Sunday Poser #85

Sadje is the host of the Sunday Poser and has a Father’s Day Special today. https://lifeafter50forwomen.com/2022/06/19/sunday-poser-85-fathers-day-special/

It is so hard to think of memories of my dad when I think of who he was and who he is now. He was a businessman who owned an Insurance Company and Real Estate Broker. He loved gardening the most. As a kid whenever something needed to be done, he didn’t call anyone, he did it himself. He built our decks, put up our swimming pool, built playhouses in the woods…One thing I remember is when I used to go in on Saturday mornings with my father, to his office, to help do the filing and cleaning. We would leave by 7:30 or so and I was always so hung over! Every week we stopped at the diner for breakfast. Some weeks it was a dry bagel or blueberry muffin, but I always tried to gag something down! 😂

Today may be one of the memories I come to cherish the most. Today, David and I brought donuts to the memory care unit to celebrate Father’s Day. We talked a lot and with questions came tears and memories that he still has. My mom, my son, my late husband, his late “wife”, where he is going to be buried… But in the end we had plenty of smiles.

Monkey Faces: Compilation 5/20/2022

Many, many years ago I had a house up north
the kids lived in a frowzy place, not knowing all its worth
The hubby was quite fractious, not towards family per se
but found the home distinctly packed with linens all astray
He sought a way to shock me into cleaning up my mess
To my surprise he shared the things he saw despite the stress
the pareidolia in the wood were monkeys pouncing round
His gasconade about his view I proved completely sound
For there among the dirt and dust and knots all in the pine,
were monkey faces all around, not reflections of any kind.

©2022 CBialczak Poetry

This poem is based on a true story. First of all, the monkey faces: One night we had been sitting talking and Bob, my late husband, asked me in astonishment if I saw the monkey faces. I had no idea what he was talking about, thinking maybe he had imbibed in a few beverages. After trying to explain it and show me, I did see them! Monkey faces in the grain of the wood floor. Second, ever since I was younger, when I get super stressed out I clean. I would clean everything and then feel better sitting back looking at an organized, clean space. Once, Bob told me that sometimes he would try to get me mad so that I would clean! We laughed about it, actually.

Song Lyric Sunday

Jim hosts Song Lyric Sunday

This week the theme is songs that mention Suit, Pants, Dress, Shirt suggested by Paula of Light Motifs II.  

Wow, I googled songs that have clothing items in the titles and there are so many that I really like. I picked this because it reminds me of my mom. She loved Neil Diamond. My mom passed away back in 1994. Its been a long time and its hard because I don’t remember that much about her. She did love Neil though. Thanks for sharing the memory with me. 🥲

Forever In Blue Jeansby Neil Diamond

https://www.songfacts.com/facts/neil-diamond/forever-in-blue-jeans

Lyrics

“Forever In Blue Jeans”

Money talks
But it don’t sing and dance
And it don’t walk
And long as I can have you
Here with me, I’d much rather be
Forever in blue jeans

Honey’s sweet
But it ain’t nothin’ next to baby’s treat
And if you pardon me
I’d like to say
We’ll do okay
Forever in blue jeans

Maybe tonight
Maybe tonight, by the fire
All alone you and I
Nothing around
But the sound of my heart
And your sighs

Money talks
But it can’t sing and dance
And it can’t walk
And long as I can have you
Here with me, I’d much rather be
Forever in blue jeans, babe

And honey’s sweet
But it ain’t nothin’ next to baby’s treat
And if you pardon me I’d like to say
We’ll do okay
Forever in blue jeans

Maybe tonight
Maybe tonight, by the fire
All alone you and I
Nothing around
But the sound of my heart
And your sighs

Money talks
But it don’t sing and dance
And it don’t walk
And long as I can have you
Here with me
I’d much rather be
Forever in blue jeans

And if you pardon me
I’d like to say
We’ll do okay
Forever in blue jeans, babe
And long as I can have you
Here with me I’d much rather be
Forever in blue jeans, babe

E.M.’s Sunday Ramble Prompt #19

To join in click here: https://emkingston.wordpress.com/category/sunday-ramble-prompt/

This week’s topic is:

“High School Days“.

Photo by Ivan Samkov on Pexels.com

Here are the questions:

  1. What is one thing you remember about your first day of high school? Sadly, I have absolutely no recollection of starting high school. I can recall many things but not as much as I would like. I suppose some of it was that my mother had cancer when I was around that age, so maybe that clouds many memories. If I really sit and think about it, obviously more memories appear.
  2. Did you participate in extracurricular activities or sports in high school? I played Field Hockey and one year did make-up for the school play, Man of La Mancha. I tried track a bunch of times. I was in the band so we had a lot of outside practice for that, especially when parades and concerts were coming up. We used to have a half-time show for the weekly football game. The marching band did a full show. At the time we all hated it and loved it at the same time. Some of those games were cold though! Especially the ones around Thanksgiving!
  3. Was Freshman hazing or initiations at trend at your high school? Not that I knew of.
  4. Did you attend your Senior Prom? If so, do you remember the theme? I don’t recall any proms having themes. Maybe on comes to mind, Under the Sea, but I may be making that up in my own head. I do remember the Senior Prom! My mom had a pre-Prom party for the whole grade. Everyone was invited with their dates and the parents could come and take pictures. She had made tons of food and I remember going in the backyard and front yard for pictures. I remember limos lining the street! I also remember my date, God rest his soul. Alex…I broke up with Ken, my boyfriend, about a week or two before the Prom. Alex didn’t have a date so we decided to go together. Well, when almost all the limos left my house that night, Alex still hadn’t gotten there. I was the hostess for God’s sake! Next thing I know I see him stumbling down our road toward our house, wasted off his gourd. I was so upset. That night he ended up spending the whole time with a girl in our “group” and I ended up getting back together with Ken. So many mistakes were made then…Lol! My mom had made my prom dress for me that year. Picture below…
  5. Is there a favorite memory from your high school days? I have a lot of great memories from High School. More than from college. I remember climbing into Gretta’s giant station wagon, Me, Gretta, and Amy all in the big front seat. I also remember Dan, God rest his soul, picking me up at my house in his tiny toyota truck. It would be him, Amy, Gretta (I believe), and another boy…The five of us would jam into the little tiny truck, waving goodbye to my mom! We were usually on our way to buy beer, under-aged of course at that time. I remember being in the band with Kristen P and Kristin B! Band trips, parades, half-time shows….Wow, if I keep going I could do this all night………..

#Writephoto: Out to Sea

KL Caley is the host: https://new2writing.wordpress.com/2022/04/07/writephoto-distance/

For visually challenged writersthe image shows an island across a stretch of water. Upon which you can see some ruins and a white lighthouse.

Some days are harder than others and today is a difficult one. I don’t know what triggers the hard days. I suppose I need this writing to clear my head. Thanks for reading.

Someday

For someday I may see you there
Standing in the open air
Not a figment not a phase
Just my son, the one I’d raised
For now I wait and cry instead
I can’t get sad out of my head
Some days are easy some are not
I try to be thankful for what I’ve got
It doesn’t seem fair to those who live
that I don’t have as much to give
a part of me was lost that night
When you were taken out of sight.

©2022 CBialczak Poetry

Twiglet #273

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across the sky

I see a place
far from me now
a place I knew
not when but how
it was a place
I used to go
when feelings flared
tears would flow
Across the sky
above the land
like little pebbles
grains of sand
only specks
of a bigger life
where happy pairs
with pain and strife
This place I see
I want to hide
knowing love
is still inside.

©2022 CBialczak Poetry

Fandango’s Provocative Question #162

Fandango asks us a “tricky” question each week. Find this week’s here

If you could have a second chance at just one event in your life, what would you choose? What would you do differently? How do you think your life would be different now?

I have a few things that come to mind, of course. I think the one thing that stands out most about my adult life is moving when my kids were little. When Lindsay was born we had bought a house down near the water. We were about 6 blocks from the beach. We had a small-ish yard but bigger than most around us. My husband at the time didn’t get along with the neighbors. Mostly he didn’t get along them because they were really arrogant. They acted like they were better than us. Anyhow, I wanted to move. I didn’t know what we had.

I don’t regret completely moving. I regret it because my kids always wanted to have stayed. I regret it because I wanted to live near the water. I also wonder how my life, and my kids lives, could have been different. Would my son not have been bullied? Would my daughter have had more confidence because she felt like she was liked by her peers? The reason I don’t regret it is for one of my very best friends I had in my other home. I have so many reasons I could say about it now….now that I am a bit older and a bit wiser.

It makes me sad to have regrets. I have to remember that nothing can be changed from the past. Only good decisions can be made moving forward. I have to say that although I have had many changes, good and bad, I do love my home now and look forward to staying in it forever.

Throwback Thursday #28 Ouchies, Owies, & Boo Boo’s

Lauren is the host of Throwback Thursday

How did your family take care of minor injuries?
Did you have home remedies you used?
What was the typical way to care for a cold or flu at your house?
Were you pampered when you were sick/hurt or told to buck up and deal with it?
When you got sick as a kid did you stay home, or did you have to go to school?
Did a parent stay home with you, or did you fend for yourself?
Was a doctor visited when you had a minor injury or illness?
Did you ever have a major illness or injury growing up? How did it impact your life?

I don’t remember getting sick much as a kid once I was in school. I do remember when I was maybe in nursery school, that I got sick a few times, so my mom packed me and some blankets up and I was allowed to sleep in the side office at my dad’s insurance office where they both worked. I think I remember there being a black and white tv to watch. I usually only threw up, or that is all I really remember.

I also remember having my temperature checked…and not in my butt! I remember because I can still see my mother shaking the mercury to the end of the thermometer before telling me to put it under my tongue until she said so. I never knew why she shook it so hard, that is until I was an adult and someone told me. All I knew was you shook it and the gray part went below 98.

Once when I was around 12 or 13 and at summer camp I broke my finger playing basketball. They left me there to finish out the week. I remember how painful it was and lying in bed but not much else. Then when I got home the doctor had to re-break it and set it correctly since it was healing crooked. That I do remember.

I think I remember my mother being sympathetic to really being sick. I don’t think I ever tried to fake it, she wasn’t that kind of mom. You just didn’t try to pull shit over on her, something I think I knew since birth. When I did have something wrong I remember telling her and her bringing me to the doctors.

Growing up I remember having “growing pains” in my legs mostly. It would get so bad sometimes. Now, as an adult and being diagnosed with Psoriatic arthritis I wonder if that could have been it. Sometimes it gives me a sort of deja vu when I feel my pain.

Fandango’s Flashback Friday — February 18th

Fandango hosts Flashback Friday to remind us all of the progress we’ve made as well as the memories we cherish. https://fivedotoh.com/2022/02/18/fandangos-flashback-friday-february-18th/

This is a poem from February 2020. Neither 2020 nor 2021 have a February 18th prompt but his was close…


A Rose

What is all the ruckus?  
Why do still shout
Don’t you see I’ve brought you 
flower, rose no doubt. 

I heard a little rumor 
that flowers make you smile. 
I’d walk through city traffic 
I’d walk an extra mile! 

I’d cycle through all my days 
to make you feel my love. 
You are so soft and gentle, 
like white feathers of a dove.  

©2020 CBialczak Poetry

A Very Random Challenge ~ Love Is In Da Blog 2022

Today the theme is A Love Song from February 7th, 1942

When looking on the internet for songs I found that I really didn’t enjoy many of them. One thing I did notice was the nostalgic reminder of Bugs Bunny cartoons…the background music sounded much like this song I chose.

I Don’t Want to Walk Without You

All our friends keep knocking at the door
They've asked me out a hundred times or more
But all I say is, "Leave me in the gloom"
And here I stay within my lonely room
'Cause

I don't want to walk without you, Baby
Walk without my arm about you, Baby
I thought the day you left me behind
I'd take a stroll and get you right off my mind
But now I find that
I don't want to walk without the sunshine
Why'd you have to turn off all that sunshine?
Oh, Baby, please come back or you'll break my heart for me
'Cause I don't want to walk without you
No, sire