Share Your World — 7/26/2021

QUESTIONS

Do you believe in second chances? I think second chances are okay if both parties genuinely want a different outcome than the first. The question is, why do you need a second chance? Is it that you didn’t really try the first time? I think it needs to be looked at closely to see if a second chance is really a worthy endeavor.

Is your glass half full or half empty? Almost always half full. I think that if you think of the negative then you get the negative. If you focus on the positive points then you see things brighter and more positive.

Would you rather someone be honest and hurt your feelings or lie to protect them? If I had to pick I would say, just be honest. I mean if they see something about me or feel a way about me then chances are someone else is out there that will feel the same or see things the same as they do. In the end, if you don’t care even after they tell the truth then no one is hurt by it.

When have you felt your biggest adrenaline rush? When I get on a roller coaster.


GRATITUDE SECTION

What are you grateful for? I’m grateful I have a place to come home to and to have a roof over my head. I am not completely happy where I am right now but I am safe and healthy here so I hate to complain. I can’t even imagine how many people in the world would kill to have a crammed apartment, just to have a place to live.

Paula’s Monday Peeve

Who doesn’t like to bitch now and again, just to get it off your chest? Welcome to Paula’s Monday Peeve! Unburden yourself of an annoyance and you’ll feel better afterward. Or not. Complain in my comments or crab in your own post. Doesn’t have to be on a Monday. You do you.Check it out here.

Paula mentions the state of the public roads…

There is so much construction around me that I wonder how they think they can even man so many jobs! They have roads closed all over the county and you can’t tell me they have enough workers to work on all these spots at one time. Why close all the roads? Why not leave them alone until they are ready to work on them? And in those spots, why go back to two lanes only to go back down to one lane 50 feet ahead? A bad joke? A way to see who the impatient people are? Maybe public transportation shouldn’t be scarce or expensive, cut down on some of the drivers. You know, I don’t know what it is like in other countries but here in the US I find that there are so many cars and trucks all day and night! There is never a quiet highway.

FOWC with Fandango — Idiom

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An idiom is a phrase, saying, or a group of words with a metaphorical (not literal) meaning, which has become accepted in common usage. An idiom’s symbolic sense is quite different from the literal meaning or definition of the words of which it is made.

Okay, I’m not going to beat around the bush here. I’m going to bite the bullet and just write. I know most of my blog followers won’t cut me any slack so I want to make it good.

What you might say
when he saunters your way
and your skin starts to crawl
and you wish you were small
enough to just shrink
but you’ve no time to think.

Well, I’m going to call it a night. I didn’t try to cut any corners even though I am a little under the weather, so I take this weight off my shoulders and say “goodnight”!

Fandango’s Flashback Friday — July 23rd

Fandango has a great idea with this! To read more click here

Here is my flashback from last year: https://christinebialczak.com/2020/07/23/tale-weaver-285/(opens in a new tab)

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Written for Michael’s prompt at mindlovemiserysmenagerie: https://mindlovemiserysmenagerie.wordpress.com/2020/07/23/tale-weaver-285-forgiveness-july-23rd/

Feeling Alone

Veva knew that nothing which had been done in the past could be undone, she could only hope to find some forgiveness in her heart. She was not sure if that was possible.

Two weeks ago Veva heard some terrible news about an old friend. Struck by COVID Meg had not made it. She was so heartbroken at losing her friend, especially because there would be no services to honor Meg’s life. In her sad state she decided to call her coworker, with whom she had become very close with in the last ten years at the same advertising company. She knew Barb would be able to give her the sympathy she needed at this horrific time.

Veva called Barb on her personal cell phone, wanting Barb to know that it was not a work related call. After the third ring, right before the call went to voicemail, Barb answered.

“Hey Veva, what’s going on?”

“Oh, Barb, I just found out one of my oldest and dearest friends died from COVID!”

“Veva, that is awful. Where did she live? Will there be services?

“She was from Syracuse, like me. Her brother said they can’t have any services because of social distancing so they will bury her ashes with just the immediate family and priest.”

“Wow, that sucks. Hey listen, can I call you back? I just got to the store and I just have to run in to return something.”

“Sure, Barb, talk to you later.”

Veva was left alone to cry. She thought Barb would offer to come right over and keep her company. She had thought wrong.

A few hours passed and Veva had still not heard anything from Barb. When she tried calling her the call went directly to voicemail. She wasn’t sure if she should be mad or worried. Putting her concerns aside she wanted to check Facebook to see what kind of tributes were being made to honor Meg’s life. Turning on the computer and navigating to Facebook, the first picture to show up on the feed was Barb, sitting alone at a small cafe, drinking a glass of wine. The caption read: “I love being alone!”

Veva was taken by surprise. Hadn’t Barb said she was just returning something and would call her right back? Here Barb has posted a picture of herself enjoying a glass of wine alone. She could have asked Veva to join her, she could have waited to have a glass of wine to comfort her friend. Obviously, the wine was more important that she was.

Veva sat back and closed the browser. No point in torturing herself anymore. She was now hurt twice in one day.

Veva called Barb on her personal cell phone, wanting Barb to know that it was not a work related call. After the third ring, right before the call went to voicemail, Barb answered.

“Hey Veva, what’s going on?”

“Oh, Barb, I just found out one of my oldest and dearest friends died from COVID!”

“Veva, that is awful. Where did she live? Will there be services?

“She was from Syracuse, like me. Her brother said they can’t have any services because of social distancing so they will bury her ashes with just the immediate family and priest.”

“Wow, that sucks. Hey listen, can I call you back? I just got to the store and I just have to run in to return something.”

“Sure, Barb, talk to you later.”

Veva was left alone to cry. She thought Barb would offer to come right over and keep her company. She had thought wrong.

A few hours passed and Veva had still not heard anything from Barb. When she tried calling her the call went directly to voicemail. She wasn’t sure if she should be mad or worried. Putting her concerns aside she wanted to check Facebook to see what kind of tributes were being made to honor Meg’s life. Turning on the computer and navigating to Facebook, the first picture to show up on the feed was Barb, sitting alone at a small cafe, drinking a glass of wine. The caption read: “I love being alone!”

Veva was taken by surprise. Hadn’t Barb said she was just returning something and would call her right back? Here Barb has posted a picture of herself enjoying a glass of wine alone. She could have asked Veva to join her, she could have waited to have a glass of wine to comfort her friend. Obviously, the wine was more important that she was.

Veva sat back and closed the browser. No point in torturing herself anymore. She was now hurt twice in one day.

©2020 CBialczak Fiction

Take Seven

Di at Pensitivity101 has a challenge to challenge her daily challenge! Lol. Check it out on her page: https://pensitivity101.wordpress.com/2021/07/23/take-seven-23rd-july/

Our words were: animal, betray, double, duet, forever, friend, gist, honest, hump, lies, party, petty, pretend, single, sorry, story, true, trust, tune, wet, whistle

Walter looked at his book, the one with the animal on the front. At first glance it looked like a dog but that was his eyes betraying him. It was in fact a small rodent of some kind, hidden in a bunch of roses. Walter did a double take and could see the rodent clearly. This book, as it lies upon the sofa, is a reminder of the duet he sang in his church group, and would forever be a reminder of his close friend, Martin.

When Martin had handed Walter the book at the party he saw the twinkle in Martin’s eye, letting him know the gist of the wrapped novel was a memento to be cherished. Walter had been honest with Martin when he had told him he only reads in his free time. When Walter unwrapped the package he threw the wrappings to the floor to land in a hump of frilly ribbon and colorful paper. 
Martin didn’t care for the petty glances of the other members and had been sorry that he hadn’t saved the gift for a more private setting. He wanted to pretend they weren’t even there, that him and Walter were a single unit in a mystical theater. It was a story he longed to tell Walter and hoped that someday it would come true. Walter trusted that Martin knew how much books meant to him and with a lick of his wet lips, began to whistle a tune of happiness and love.

Wordle 508

by bwarren

The child rose from the grassy area under the tree where he had been admiring the card from his schoolmate. He had seen a form in the sky that surprised him as it looked like a dragon rising up into the sky. There were dark clouds that looked like fire coming from the ferocious beast. The poor child was scared by the sight and began breathing heavily as the effervescent being drifted closer to the tree. He closed his eyes as if his lids formed a safe border between him and the monster. When he opened them again the sky sparkled off tiny raindrops like the finery in his mother’s jewelry box. He finally felt safe.

https://sundaywhirl.wordpress.com/2021/07/04/wordle-508/

©2021 CBialczak

Three Line Tales 281

Find the prompt here: https://only100words.xyz/2021/06/17/three-line-tales-281/

Francine flew over and landed on the post next to Bernice, staring in the direction that her friend was looking in. Both friends knew when it was time to talk and when it was time to sit silently and take in the sights. Bernice had an eye for a good man and Francine wanted to see how close Bernice was to perfect this time.

©2021 CBialczak

Anonymous: FOWC with Fandango

FInd the prompt here: https://fivedotoh.com/2021/06/18/fowc-with-fandango-anonymous/

Why stay anonymous in a world of technology? Everything we do on any digital device is traceable. Police have programs that apparently find anything on any device even when it has been deleted to the best trash can ever. Hackers can find out anything they want including your shoe size and what color underwear you are wearing. Bosses can check histories on “their” devices…you are only borrowing it while working for them. They say Big Brother is watching…Does Big Brother know everyone’s name?

Do you have a SnapChat account? I do. I don’t use it too often, mostly just to post a picture that I want labeled with the location. It is the easiest way to label a photo. Well, there are Snapchat stories. No matter when I read one it almost always pertains to something I had just recently been talking about with David or Lindsay. How does it know what I am talking about? Aren’t those ads and all that just random? I have come to the conclusion that someone is always watching and listening. That is our world.