FOWC with Fandango — Boutique

Betsy was a lady
with hair down to her arse
she loved her boutique clothing
despite it being sparse
She walked into a diner
to grab a bite to go
She didn’t see him staring
She didn’t even know
Then she left the diner
to walk out in the park
she didn’t know he followed
despite it getting dark
When she stopped to ponder
the trail that was amiss
the man jumped out and grabbed her
her lips was where he kissed
She thought that she was being
hurt by some old kooky nut
she knew that she could hit him
she knew she’d kick his butt
but when she saw his face then
under the moon so bright
she realized its her lover
Her man, her Mister Right!

©2021 CBialczak Poetry

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Fandango’s Provocative Question #134

FPQ
https://fivedotoh.com/2021/09/08/fandangos-provocative-question-134/

Find it here: https://fivedotoh.com/2021/09/08/fandangos-provocative-question-134/

What are your primary sources for news these days? Are you confident that your sources present the news accurately, fairly, and without bias? Or have you given up trying to keep up with the news anymore?

I gave up before even starting! I used to watch the news, growing up, because my dad had it on. Then I never watched it…At some point I think my late husband used to come home and turn on the local news, so I would watch that. Now, whenever David has it on I watch and listen but I know there aren’t many times that I myself have turned the news on. I get tired of hearing the same thing over and over. The programs are so short that they really just seem to give the same information over and over. I admit I have watched it for the weather. Even they’ve been wrong so many times!

Fandango’s Flashback Friday

Check it out here: https://fivedotoh.com/2021/09/03/fandangos-flashback-friday-september-3rd/

Here is a poem from last year, same day…
To me it was heartwarming seeing that it was for Sue’s prompt…I know a lot of people miss her.

https://christinebialczak.com/2020/09/03/thursday-photo-prompt-serenity-writephoto/

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Written for Sue’s prompt: https://scvincent.com/2020/09/03/thursday-photo-prompt-serenity-writephoto/

Morning

Blue skies illuminated 

Clouds covering the sun 

Morning begins early 

Quiet land waits peacefully 

A new day begins 

©2020 CBialczak Poetry

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

Fandango’s Provocative Question #121

Find the question here: https://fivedotoh.com/2021/06/09/fandangos-provocative-question-121/

What three wishes would you ask the genie to grant you?

  1. I wish that I could live at least 75% of my days without any pain of any kind.
  2. I wish that I could help everyone that needs it, find a way to be happy and happy with themselves.
  3. I wish that I could have a credit card so that when I really want something, I don’t have to think twice about getting it because I never get the statement in the mail!

Fandango’s Provocative Question #71

FPQ

Find the question here: https://fivedotoh.com/2020/05/27/fandangos-provocative-question-71/

How old are you* and how old do you feel — older or younger than your actual chronological age? Do you generally act your age? And what does “acting your age” mean to you?

I am 49 but feel like I just graduated from high school. I don’t feel old enough to have to make many of the decisions I have had to make in life. On the contrary, I am happy being home doing crafty stuff or reading. I can I am also a “repurposer” so I hate throwing things away that I might be able to use again some day.

©2021 CBialczak

Column: FOWC with Fandango

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Barb, where did you get that website from?

Which one?

You know, the one about sex after 50.

Jane, that was from that Dr. Barr, the doctor who rights the advice column for the Times.

Dr. Barr writes a column?

Yeah, do you know him?

Her. Dr. Barr is a her. You really think a male doctor cares about sex after 50?

Isn’t that the only thing men think about?

©2021 CBialczak Fiction

Fandango’s Provocative Question #104

Today’s provocative question is about formal education. We all have our opinions on how best to educate and prepare our children to succeed in today’s highly complex world. So this begs the question:

What do you think is the one subject (or thing) that should be taught in school that isn’t?

To participate go to Fandango’s blog: https://fivedotoh.com/2021/01/13/fandangos-provocative-question-104/

I don’t know if I can limit my answer to only one thing…but there are two things that come to mind immediately. My idea comes from working with students in all grades, especially those in high school who are supposedly becoming adults when they leave.
1. Cursive: Most US schools no longer have cursive in their curriculum. Kids need to know how to sign their names. Isn’t that still the legal expectation? It not only provides this ability it also helps dexterity and fine motor skills that don’t include buttons.
2. Reality: Kids grow up having no clue what reality is. Many believe working is optional, learning is intrinsic, and whatever they think is correct. Kids need true doses of reality. No one is going to like you just because you look like someone likeable. No one is going to give you free things just because they want to. No one is obligated to take care of you when you are old enough to care for yourself. No one is obligated to treat you kindly if you are going to be a jerk. I could go on and on and on………

Franchise: FOWC with Fandango

I have thought about buying a franchise, but there are so many, too many to choose from. The biggest thing holding me back is having to be the one in charge when all the employees call in sick on the same day!

My Franchise

Maybe it’s a Taco Bell 
or Dairy Queen I’ll buy 
A Dollar Tree or Dollar General 
have always caught my eye. 
The little stores that we all need 
are right there at your hands 
I’d be the right kind of a boss 
to deal with all demands. 
But come the day that you call out 
at my Krispy Kreme 
I’ll curse you out and kick myself 
for following this dream.  

©2020 CBialczak Poetry

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Finagle – FOWC with Fandango

For Fandango’s Daily challenge: https://fivedotoh.com/2020/10/20/fowc-with-fandango-finagle/

verbINFORMAL•US

  1. obtain (something) by devious or dishonest means.”Ted attended all the football games he could finagle tickets for”
    • act in a devious or dishonest manner.”they wrangled and finagled over the fine points”

Good Acting

When we walked out to the mezzanine 

My eyes were filled with joy 

For there upon the stage below 

Was my own born baby boy. 

He had his hair brushed to the side 

As his father taught him how 

He had his tie done up real tight 

To stay tied while he took a bow. 

He knew that he was there to act 

And acting is what he did 

He didn’t have to finagle his crew 

They were proud of this young kid.  

©2020 CBialczak Poetry