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Friday, June 8, 2012 ~ 30-Day Blogging Challenge prompt is How would I use a 3D printer? 3D printing is a great way for a grandparent to spoil the grandchildren. True I don’t have grandchildren of my own, but my mother has several grandchildren and great grandchildren. If I had a 3D printer, I could make toys for my mother, nieces, and nephews. Spoiling grandchildren Spoiling nieces and nephews Great occupation I could take pictures of furniture and us the 3D printer to create dollhouse furniture. I could have bust of my mother, all of my sibling, and their offspring to decorate my computer desk and the bookcase in my office. I could even make a bust of me. A 3D printer Procrastinator’s dream of Appearing to work A person could put of doing a great deal while appearing to work hard creating multicolored objects. A creative person could even invent a new art form and become a famous artist. That sounds like fun, figuring out how to use a 3D printer to create objects of art. That is one way to make money. Another way would be to create items to sell at garage, rummage sales, or swap meets. A 3D printer has to potential to make a person a famous or infamous artist or a millionaire. Creating dentures With a 3D printer an Intriguing idea
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Thursday, June 7, 2012, Day 7 ~ 30-Day Blogging Challenge prompt is "Cyberwar - Should governments be using it? With all the breaking news about what has been done to Iran lately (and Israel's admittance of using cyber-hacking techniques), how do you feel and what if other countries started using it against your country?" Cyberwar is the next stage in the evolution of war. The reason I write this is that there is nothing invented or created by humanity that the human race has not managed in someway to use as weapon against another member or members of the human race. I am against using it, but my opinion in this matter is of no consequence. Pandora’s box has been opened and the demons of hell have escaped. One country has admitted to using cyber-hacking against enemy systems. The question now, is how many other countries are using it that no one has caught? How many other countries are using it, but have not admitted to cyber-hacking? I am not a pessimist. I am stating a reality. When humanity discovers a new technology, we have a choice. We can use the technology for good or for evil. Some people will use it for good. Some people will use it for evil. Some countries will use the technology for the good of humanity. Some countries will use the technology in an attempt to destroy humanity. The one thing we have to remember when using any type of technology against an enemy or a perceived enemy is that we (humanity) are living in an interconnected world.
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Wednesday, June 6, 2012 ~ 30-Day Blogging Challenge prompt is "What is the most beautiful thing you've ever seen? This could be a moment, a place, a movie scene - - Talk about something that has inspired you." I stood in the center of the garden, in haling a thousand different scents, while around me a multitude of fruits and flowers in every stage of bloom. I watched in amazement, as animals, humans, and insects walked through the garden in peace. I looked into the sky and saw the sun shining bright. Birds of different colors and types flew peacefully over the garden. Some landed in trees tall as mountains and built their nest in huge limes. Others built their nests bushes and short trees. All raised their families in peace. An afternoon rain shower produced a rainbow pure and beautiful. I wanted to remain there forever, but when my cell phone alarm ring I set up in bed. I set there remembering the most beautiful garden I had ever seen. I see in my dreams exquisite and beautiful visions. Some of my most beautiful visions have been in my dreams. I dream in color and every other sense possessed by human beings. Sometimes things I have encounter in my waking hours are there. At other times, the beauty in my dreams exceeds anything I encounter while I am awake. Beauty is out there Open your eyes and look At the rainbow of life
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Tuesday, June 5, 2012, Day 5 ~ 30-Day Blogging Challenge prompt is "Sweet or sour, is there, or has there been a certain someone in your life who has left a deep impression on you, for however long or brief a time? Friend? Arch-nemesis? Sibling? Mentor? (Parents don't count by the way!)" I guess since parents don’t count then grandparents don’t count either; at least in responding to this prompt. Therefore, let me think about the “sweet and sour” encounters and those who have left “bruises” on my soul. The bullying scars Wounds left upon my spirit Remembering scares Arch-nemesis ... bully ... I survived. I am a survivor! That is how they affected me. At the time, I never understood why they picked on me and I still don’t understand why. I don’t think I was that much different from them, but perhaps I was. I don’t think I could have bullied another student. I never even considered it at the time. Scars are healed wounds The marks left by old battles Learning forgiveness Sometimes I remember my childhood with fondness. Sometimes I remember it with tears. I only know now, that one of the lessons I learned was survival. There were other lessons. I learned that humans can be cruel and that caution is required in dealing with others, but I can’t let the “sour” people or experiences stop me from accomplishing my purpose in life. Because above all else, I am a survivor!. Survival is the best revenge. You know it’s weird. After all these years, I remember the name of only one of the bullies. I wonder whatever happened to her.
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Monday, June 4, 2012, Day 4 ~ 30-Day Blogging Challenge prompt is "Mind Over Matter. Earl can't concentrate when it's too hot. What effects your concentration? Got any concentration tips?" Matter over mind Distractions are abundant My thoughts running wild What effects my concentration? Pain! When my hyperacidity acts up and my stomach causes me excruciating pain, I can’t concentrate. I can’t sit in front of a computer. I can’t sit up at all. I have to lye down in the fetal position and wait for the pain to pass. Eventually, the pain passes and I can either sleep or get up and do some work. What effects my concentration? Listening for my mother! Sometimes she wakes up in the middle of the night crying. Sometimes she wakes up calling my name. Sometimes she wakes up saying “Somebody please help me!” At these times, I get up from the computer and go into her room to see what is upsetting her. At these times, I either try to convince her to go back to sleep or give her a pill for agitation; depending on what she is saying when I get into her room. What effects my concentration? Weird noses coming from outside the house! This is usually a quiet neighborhood, but not always. Sometimes I hear gunshots echoing from outside my immediate neighborhood. The problem with echoing gunshots is that I can never determine the precise direction and what is even scarier is hearing gunshots without hearing any sirens. Tips to help concentration. Sleep! Sometimes a goodnight’s sleep helps. At least it would, if I could get a goodnight’s sleep. Unfortunately, keeping one ear alert for my mother’s voice doesn’t encourage a goodnight’s sleep. Tips to help concentration, when my stomach hurts a mixture of soda and concentrated milk! This usually helps the pain in my stomach, especially if I drink it before lying down in the fetal position. Tips to help concentration. A prayer book and cell phone help with the weird noise! I make sure my cell phone is close by incase some of those weird noise are in my yard. The next thing I do is open my prayer book and say prayers of protection. Under no circumstances do I go into either my front yard or my backyard in the middle of the night to investigate weird noises.
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Sunday, June 3, 2012, Day 3 ~ 30-Day Blogging Challenge prompt is "How was your week? Tell us about your week outside WDC? Mundane? Exciting? Tell us. Blog." Weariness sets in Friday extreme heat warning Driving was tiresome How was my week? My week was not a complete disaster. My week was not an exciting adventure. My week was not a mundane bore. My week was interesting. My week was educational. My week was full of sunshine and clouds. On Friday, June 1, there was an extreme heat warning for Las Vegas and the Southern Nevada area. The reason for the warning was temperatures pushing 105 degrees. When temperatures reach 105 degrees on June 1 the weather bureau releases an extreme heat warning because Las Vegas residence are not acclimatized to those temperatures yet. On Friday, I got into my unair conditioned car and drove to the west side of town. I paid a bill, I had the dressing on my left leg changed, I stopped by Walgreens to pick up some allergy tablets, and I went to a Mexican restaurant and ordered my favorite deluxe combo plate. I sat in the restaurant and ate the whole thing. After leaving the restaurant, I came home, paid the mortgage online and took a nap.
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Saturday, June 2, 2012, Day 2 ~ 30-Day Blogging Challenge prompt is "Name your poison. Got a sweet tooth? Tell us about your favorite chocolate bars, cakes etc. If you're a health nut, tell us your favorite health food for spoiling yourself (muesli bars? Crackers?)" Chocolate coffee I can’t decide which is best So I drink them both I learned to drink coffee from my Grandpa Newland. He made what he called “Cowboy Coffee”. The first thing he did when he woke up each day was make a pot of coffee. In an electric or stovetop coffee pot (it depended on where he was when he made the coffee), he would combine ten to twelve tablespoons of coffee in a twelve cup coffee pot and plug the coffee pot in (or turn on the stove if he was at the mobile home he had on Lake Blackwell). When the coffee perked, he would drink a cup or two and then start the days work. If there were coffee in the pot, Grandpa left the pot plugged in or on the heat and the coffee perked on and off all day. Periodically, Grandpa would come in and drink a cup before doing something else. When the coffee was finished, he would make a fresh pot, but not until he drank all the coffee, he made. If you don’t remove the basket from a peculator, the coffee stays hot by going through the coffee grounds again. It doesn’t take long to make “Cowboy Coffee” using this method. When I first began drinking coffee (I don’t remember how old I was at the time), Grandpa or Grandma would add a little bit of coffee to my cream and sugar. Eventually, I stopped putting cream and sugar in my coffee because I thought it tasted better black. I drank my coffee this way for a while and then I discovered café mocha, which combined my two favorite liquids. Now I switch between black coffee and café mocha; of course, I am open to other types of exotic coffees. The only think I won’t add to coffee is alcoholic beverages because my religion forbids drinking alcohol. Hot café mocha Made by combining coffee With hot cocoa mix To make café mocha at home, you mix one to three tablespoons of hot cocoa mix (or one package of mix) to one cup or mug. Next you pour in freshly made hot coffee and stir. This beverage may also be consumed cold, I’m still experimenting to figure out the proper number of ice cubes to pour the hot café mocha over.
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| center}Friday, June 1, 2012, Day 1 ~ 30-Day Blogging Challenge prompt is "What Blogging Challenge format do you prefer - the structured format of April or the looser format of May's Follow Me. As always, explain why, give examples etc, etc If you have absolutely no idea what I'm talking about, just give us a rundown of your blogging history." I don’t have a preference of Blogging Challenges because there are parts of each format I like. The part of the Follow Me Blogging Challenge I like best is not having to think up a title. The Follow Me entries let me focus on finding a connection with the title to something my life. Sometimes finding a creative or uncreative title is difficult. A blogging challenge Helps the focus of my muse A flighty creature The part of the 30-Day Blogging Challenge structured format I like best are the prompts, especially the serial prompts. For me a prompt is like a theme, I can begin writing and as I write the subject of the entry becomes clear. My muse is like a butterfly flitting from flower to flower, blossom to blossom, with out a focus. The titles or the prompts help my muse focus on finding the nectar in the blossoms. This is the reason I like parts of both formats and cannot decide which format I like best.
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Thursday, May 31, 2012 ~ MAY 2012 FOLLOW ME BLOGGING CHALLENGE prompt is Anything Goes by 30DBC Creator/Founder  Anything Goes the way of “All the Plans of Mice and Men” My plans for today consisted of the following. First, stop at the ATM machine and withdraw $100.00. Second, go to Kindred Hospital, have the bandage on my left leg changes, and see the wound doctor. Third, go to Walgreens to pick up some Claraton (I’m not sure how to spell it, but I know what I’m looking for) or the store brand equivalent. My plans for tomorrow consisted of the following. First, go to the Bank and deposit Mom’s Union Pension in her checking account. Second, go to Smith’s Food and Drug to get some grocery items such as bread, laundry detergent, etc. for the weekend. All these plans have changed. Mom slid off the bed onto the floor this morning when I was getting her up. I couldn’t left her off the floor, so I called the hospice and they sent one of the night nurses. She called the non-emergency number, which sent paramedics to the house to left Mom back in bed. I didn’t sent Mom to daycare today and therefore, the plans for today and tomorrow have changed. Mom is asleep. She had a tough night. She was too weak to stand by herself. I have to go check on her in a few minutes and see if I can get her to take one of her noon pills. This should be an interesting adventure because she doesn’t want to swallow the pill once I put it in her mouth. Maybe I’ll try giving it to her with a spoon full of fruit juice or something like that. Once the pill dissolves in her mouth, she has to swallow it. Mom’s night consisted of wanting to get out of bed and go somewhere. I have no idea where she wanted to go. I’m not sure she knew, but neither of us slept. I’m awake as long as I don’t sit down and turn the television on. If I do that I’ll go to sleep and I hate sleeping sitting down. Tomorrow Mom is going to the daycare center. I talked to the RN in charge of her case and she thought it would be a good idea for Mom to go. I’ll send Mom to the daycare center and do the stuff I planned to do today tomorrow. The activities I planned for tomorrow I will accomplished on Monday.
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Wednesday, May 30, 2012 ~ MAY 2012 FOLLOW ME BLOGGING CHALLENGE prompt is Thanks I Just Can't Resist It by 30DBC Creator/Founder “Maize,” Morton said, as he knelt before her. “Will you do me the honor of being my life mate?” He handed her a small gold ring box. “Thanks, I just can’t resist it,” she said taking the box and opening it. Inside, was a large 12-facited diamond ring sparkling with the colors of the rainbow. “Beautiful!” Removing the ring from the box, Maize waited patiently as Morton took the ring from her and placed it on the ring finger of her right hand. Then he stood up, took her in his arms and they kissed. As their lips met, a flash of lightening struck them from the cloudless sky. Maize and Morton disappeared, while the ring dropped to the ground and rolled under a nearby rose bush. The next morning, Candace Wade was walking toward the ruins of the town’s cathedral when she noticed something sparkling under a scarlet rose bush. Kneeling she reached under the bush and picked up the ring. “Well,” she said as she put the ring into her pink silk purse, “it took Gregory long enough to convince that witch to marry him, but at least now I don’t have to worry about her finding out about my powers.” With a cat-like grin, she continued to the cathedral. In the courtyard of the cathedral, Candace stopped, as a shiver of fear ran up her spine. There, in the center of the courtyard, stood Gregory and Lora, talking to Father Joseph, hyperventilating Candace set down on the nearest bench and her eyes fixed on the trio.
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Tuesday, May 29, 2012 ~ MAY 2012 FOLLOW ME BLOGGING CHALLENGE prompt is Sorry But I couldn't Accept This Gift by 30DBC Creator/Founder Sorry, but I couldn't Accept This Gift! It’s beautiful, it’s exquisite, but there are just too many strings attached. *** “Sorry, but I couldn't Accept This Gift,” Lora said as she handed the package back to Gregory. “I know that you went out of you way to get it and spent a lot of money, but I just can’t accept it.” “Why?” Greg studied the expression on her face. “I like you as a friend, Gregory, and this,” she pointed at the small brightly wrapped gift in his right hand. “This is the type of gift you give to a lover, to someone who can spend the rest of her life with you.” “Lora, what makes you think it’s a diamond engagement ring?” “It is, isn’t it, Greg?” “Yes,” his brow wrinkled, “but how did you know? Did you see me go into the jewelry store? Did Candace tell you?” “No,” she knew she had to be careful what she said or she would reveal the powers that neither Gregory nor anyone else in the village would understand. “It was the way you kissed last night. That was the type of kiss you give to someone you love passionately.” “You didn’t object then,” he frowned and then he remembered her reaction. She had fled into her cottage without saying good-bye or returning the kiss. “Oh, I surprised you.” “Yes,” she patted his hand. “I’m sorry if I...” “You didn’t do anything wrong, Lora. I love you so much that I jumped to the conclusions that...” He sighed, “What do I do with this ring now? I can’t take it back because it was on sale, so I paid cash and...” “And as usual, Mr. Wade makes all sales items non-returnable.” “You can either sell it to someone else or donate it to the cathedral. I understand that Father Joseph is requesting donations to reconstruct the sanctuary.” “I’ve volunteered to help in the construction process, besides I don’t think Father Joseph would like receiving an engagement ring in the donation box. So...” he smiled and kissed Lora on her right cheek. “I think I’ll donate it anonymously to Morton. He’s been trying to persuade Maize marry him.” “Greg, I...” “It’s all right, Lora, I hope we can still be friends.” “Of course, Greg, you’ll always be my friend.”
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Monday, May 28, 2012 ~ MAY 2012 FOLLOW ME BLOGGING CHALLENGE prompt is Cherished Treasure by Humming Bird  I grew up in a time of innocence and simplicity. It was a time when the solution to all of our problems meant making more money so that we could become good consumers. It was a different reality then the one we are living in today. Childhood memories became nostalgic echoes; Happiness was an innocent game of Hop Scotch or Hide-N-Seek. Each Sunday morning church was mandatory ... Religious training a requirement that no one questioned; In Sunday school they taught that heaven was restricted and Segregated, which only one religion could enter. Happiness was an innocent game of Hop Scotch or Hide-N-Seek. Ecology was mentioned but not stressed because our Duty was to become good consumers. Treasures are hidden in those memories ... Reasons to question that reality; Each birthday I see more clearly the lies I was taught About religion, ecology, consumer culture, etc. Searching for truth independently, I Use my mind to learn about a new way to live and Reasons to under consume rather then over consume; Each birthday I see more clearly the lies I was taught. I have a file boxes and journals containing poetry and stories; mostly poetry that I have to rewrite or accept as completed. Sometimes in the rewriting process, the theme and subject change.
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Day, Month #, 2012 ~ MAY 2012 FOLLOW ME BLOGGING CHALLENGE prompt is My thoughts on caring for a loved one in poor health. by Have a sunshiny day!  patience a virtue pain pills a necessity tears are a relief Everyday in a caregiver’s life is a new adventure. Sometimes it’s an adventure in frustration and other times it’s an adventure in patience. My mother has Alzheimer’s disease, age related macular degeneration, wears hearing aids, and has issues related to a shorted bawl. Monday through Friday (except holidays) someone comes in the morning to give Mom a shower before she goes to the Adult Daycare center. Another lady comes in evenings to make Mom’s bed, help feed her, and do her laundry. Alzheimer’s disease Is unknown to my mother She knows something wrong Mom doesn’t realize what is wrong with her, which sometimes is blessing and sometimes a curse. Mom cries for no reason that I know of, when I ask why she may or may not know why. Therefore, most of the time I don’t ask. Instead, I sit down by her and give her a hug or I read the Long Healing Prayer revealed by Baha’u’llah. When she could see to read, she always enjoyed reading it. It seems to calm her and she stops crying. New oximeter Gives oxygen percentage And pulse rate reading When the hospice accepted Mom as a patient they sent a hospital bed, walker, wheel chair, oxygen concentrator, and portable oxygen tank to the house. When Mom sleeps, she is connected to the concentrator with plastic tubes. During the day, she doesn’t always have to use the oxygen, only when her oxygen level is below 93%. Mom doesn’t like to have the plastic tubes in her nose, at least with the oximeter I can explain to her why she has to have the tubes. I don’t know how much of the explanation she comprehends. Sleep a memory A full night’s sleep lost in time Dreams an in and out It’s been a long time since I had a full nights sleep. I listen for her voice and wake up even when I don’t hear her crying. I can’t sleep on my mattress because I wake up with back pain. I sleep on the love seat in either the living room or the breakfast room. At least on the love seat, I put my feet up when I doze and my ankles don’t swell. I suppose that this year I need to consider getting a new bed frame and all. Mom wakes up crying Wanting to know where husband And parents have gone
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I never went to kindergarten and I don’t consciously remember anyone asking me “What would you like to be when you grow up?” From the moment I began reading science fiction and fantasy or was it fantasy and science fiction I wanted to go to another planet. I also think there was a time when I wanted a pet unicorn, but I would have settled for a horse; I got neither. This is probably just as well because I would had ended up cleaning up after both of them and at that time I would have gotten ill. By ill I mean lose my lunch in the middle of the stall ill. Fortunately, that particle issue is no long a problem. A pet unicorn In a stall behind the house Dream of my childhood For at time, I wanted either to design bridal gowns or to get married. I’m not sure which now, I just remember drawing bridal gowns every chance I got. That eventually passed. Then I attempted a family newspaper, the wanting to be a reported passed, but not the desire to write. I eventually decided that I like writing poems and then I wanted to write stories. Now I just want to write and drink coffee. A cup of coffee To sip at my computer Writing poetry I think I would have made a good coffee taster. That is my idea of a dream job, earning a living by drinking coffee all day long and with the new information about coffee drinker living longer, which seems to be a job that health insurance companies should encourage. A coffee taster Undreamed of in my childhood Now my dream occupation
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Friday, May 25, 2012 ~ MAY 2012 FOLLOW ME BLOGGING CHALLENGE prompt is "This one's about what you'd be." by Fivesixer  What would you be doing if you weren't doing what you're doing to earn a living? Right now, I’m collecting Social Security, working as an unpaid caregiver to my mother, and attempting (this occurs at random intervals) to get blog ads for my off-site blogs. What I am doing for a living is surviving. Apparently, I’m good at surviving, not real good at housekeeping though. However, none of that answers the question. My only desire Is to write poems stories And colonize Mars I’ve always wanted to go to another planet. At certain times of my life I’ve been content on Earth, but I don’t think I’ve been really happy. I think there’s a difference between contentment and happiness. In thinking back over the past 65 years, at least the working part of them, I’ve come to realize that I’ve never held a job I enjoyed as much as I enjoy writing. I have worked as a waitress, a laundromat attendant, a computer lab instructor, a tutor, sold Mary Kay products, a housekeeper, sold Fuller Brush products, a counter attendant in a fast food restaurant, been an unpaid caregiver to my grandparents and now my mother. The only job I have found fulfilling, other then writing is care giving which are often times stressful and wearing on my soul. Since colonizing Mars or any other planet in the universe is out of the question. Unless a UFO abducts me, (I’m still hoping for this). I would be writing and publishing what I wrote on a consistent basis. I’m going to close this now and work on some poems that have sit in my pen and paper journal for several days waiting for me to finish them.
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Thursday, May 24, 2012 ~ MAY 2012 FOLLOW ME BLOGGING CHALLENGE prompt is Criminal Mastermind/Unsung Hero by BIG BAD WOLF Happy July 4th!  I am a human being (at least that’s what my birth certificate indicates) so I have the potential of being either a criminal mastermind or an unsung hero. However, since all human beings have this same potential, it isn’t confined specifically to me. The struggle between The human soul and ego Is a daily test I, like the rest of humanity, am a dual natured creature. I have a soul, which is a gift from God and a body that is an animal (yes, I know it’s shocking, but it’s the truth and it can’t be sugar coated). The struggles between these two natures make a person either an unsung hero or a criminal mastermind depending upon which nature overcomes the other. The daily battle Within each human being The stuff of heroes I, like the majority of humanity, am somewhere between these two extremes. I suppose (all though I wouldn’t swear to this, since I’m still live on this side of death’s curtain) probably exist closer to the unsung hero side of the continuum then the criminal mastermind side. The animal ego And the soul-spirit battle 24/7
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Wednesday, May 23, 2012 ~ MAY 2012 FOLLOW ME BLOGGING CHALLENGE prompt is There is no "Prompt" today, but -- take the title and run with it in whatever way is relevant to your life right now by Yera ~Twelve!~ What is relevant in my life today? Right now, warming up another mug of the leftover coffee from yesterday and finishing the dishes. Once that is accomplished, I will continue this entry. By that time, I should have figured out what else is relevant in my life. Coffee important Essential to survival Can’t write without it What is relevant in my life today? Finishing up the laundry without confusing the liquid fabric softener with the liquid detergent. I put a load of clothes in the washer. I put a bit of water in the part where the fabric softener goes and then pick up the jug of fabric softener. I pour some in the lid and immediately dump it under the running water in the machine. After I realized what I did, I put in a cap full of soap and closed the washing machine. Some days you can’t win You should have gone back to bed Some days you can’t lose What is relevant in my life today? Focusing on the moment. Accidents happen and there is nothing you can do about it; that’s why they are call accidents. I’m not sure I believe that; at least not entirely. I think if you focus and move at a consistent pace accidents are less likely to happen. However, sometimes there is nothing you can do because the duffus who just rear-ended you is either too drunk or too [place the appropriate word here] to realize that a red light means stop not go. All things considered - Not ignoring the triple digit temperatures, Your tendency to be a hopeless romantic, Weekly wages less then the price of a gallon of gas, And the possibility of a meteor striking [put the name of your city here] You have to believe – Life is interesting. What is relevant in my life today? Survival!
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Tuesday, May 22, 2012 ~ MAY 2012 FOLLOW ME BLOGGING CHALLENGE prompt is What are your views on waiting for things? Are you patient or do you stress about it? What sort of things do you do to pass the time while waiting? Talk about, was it worth the wait, or all just a bunch of waisted time? by Brother Nature My Views About Waiting Poem written about 19 years ago Seconds Walk into view Dawdling over minutes Waddling past light curtained portals Seconds Waltz with Minutes beneath Artificial white lights Across bright floors hiding hours that Waltz with Seconds Dance down the ages Forgotten by minutes Unremembered by echoing Seconds Beyond Forgotten hours Waiting outside of sight Outside of hope outside of time Beyond It seems as if I have waited in line for something all my life. I wrote that poem when I was waiting for something, but I have no idea what. My views on waiting have not changed much in the last nineteen years. I have more experience waiting and, therefore, (one would presume) more patience. However, patience, like everything else, is relative. In fact, I suspect Einstein came up with the Theory of Relativity while he was waiting for something or someone. Waiting Room Written about 13 years ago while waiting for my mother to see a doctor. Music on the edge of hearing; ear candy echoing through empty ages, through mind numbing aeons, to reverberate from a 20x8 glass brick wall that separates, but does not segregate boarded sad faced patients. Lights subdued, like distant stars shrouded in stellar nebula. Voices, slightly louder than the music, shatter the illusion of tranquility as scattered words fall on uninterested ears. Laughter reverberates! One way I deal with waiting is to write poetry. Normally, the poems I write during these periods cover the subject of waiting. As long as I have a pen and blank journal, I am very patient. Why are doctors’ customers called patients? Because they need patience while waiting to see the doctor.
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Monday, May 21, 2012 ~ MAY 2012 FOLLOW ME BLOGGING CHALLENGE prompt is "5-21-2012 My Day" by BIG BAD WOLF Happy July 4th! In the waiting room an aquarium containing exotic fish entertain the optometrist’s patients. I went to the optometrist today for a glaucoma tests. The last time I went to see the eye doctor he diagnosed me with glaucoma, but they didn’t do the test with the lights. It didn’t show that my peripheral vision was impaired and the doctor didn’t prescribe any eye drops. I ask nonprescription drops to count dry eyes. The weather in Las Vegas is into the triple digits and my eyes always get dry and itchy this time of year. The doctor gave me a sample and a list of nonprescription eye drops his office recommends. He also suggested another appointment in six months. My next appointment is in November, which is a good thing since I have to renew my driver’s license in December. This way I will know what to tell the DMV when I renew the license. If I have any problems with my eyes before the appointment, I can call the doctor’s office with my worries and make an appointment to see him. After the optometrist appointment, I came home. I don’t have a working air conditioner in the car, so today’s triple digit temperatures made me uncomfortable. At least at home, I have working air conditioning and an area fan if I need it.
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Sunday, May 20, 2012 ~ MAY 2012 FOLLOW ME BLOGGING CHALLENGE prompt is One of My Embarrassing Moments by blainecindy My embarrassing moments where did their memories go? In my mind, they are always embellished. My most recent embarrassing moment concerned the police officer going through the house last week. I hate idea of anyone seeing the inside of my house because I am a lousy housekeeper. My house is a mess. I have clothes drying on the drying rack. I have bed linen lying across chairs to dry. I think the problem is that I feel overwhelmed when it comes to housekeeping. Another reason could be my physical health. It is getting better, but it is still an effort to pick up heavy objects and carry them into to another room or out to the garage. I also have holes in my wall because the plumber had to raise the pipes behind the washing machine. I don’t like people to see the inside of my house. I am probably over estimating what people think. I always think a situation is worse then what it is; perhaps the house is not as bad as I estimate. I always obsess Think the situation worse Then it really is.
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