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| Today's blogs.... Blog City – Day 211 Prompt: Let's go with a creative idea: "Pahligma" - define it Like dogma, pahligma is more diverse. Dogma means an official system of principles or tenets concerning faith, morals, behavior, etc., as of a church. It is authoritatively laid down and proclaimed as questionably true by the group that holds it. Pahligma is its opposite. There is no official system. It is made up on the spot - willy nilly. It can be principals and tenents concerning anything your little heart desires as long as it pertains to you and those you hang with. There is no authority laying it down... it is agreed upon by the peer group and changed whenever needed or necessary. It is not written down anywhere, but shared verbally among its members. This is why the word is not spoken as it is not set in stone and very malleable as the members change. It could also be the discussed negotiations within a group of polygamists. The how and what and where of their lives.  30 Day Blogging Challenge Day 2 of the Serial Prompt Plot the perfect crime was the beginning of this series on September 29th. However day 2 September 30th was supposed to be you proudly acknowledging your success except.... things are happening to you just as you plotted by who because your victim is having everything happen right along with you. How can this be possible? Who, Why? That's exactly what Norb and I want to know. Okay this prompt has me stymied. I have read it over a number of times and still don't understand what it means for me to write about. Is anyone else having issues with this? I was about to set the wheels in motion. In fact I had already called the paper to claim that Haddie had stolen my ideas. I was just sitting back to enjoy a cup of tea and let the web spinout and trap her, when my doorbell rang. I opened my door and peeked out to see Haddie Parker standing there. With her were two police officers and a burly man carrying a piece of white cloth. My eyes narrowed at Haddie and I said her name waspishly. “Officers.” I said as way of greeting. “That is her Officer MacKenzie... that is the woman that has been hounding me, asking for money, claiming to have developed my invention.” “What? I have done nothing of the sort.” I said indignantly. “Did you not call me and then show up at my house asking for money?” I stared at her not answering. “She did...” piped up Haddie’s friend Sarah. I glared at her as she peeked between the officers. “Did you not call the paper and claim you invented....” Having only just done it, I was caught off guard and squawked, then claimed I had not. “She’s crazy officer. A nuisuance and I would like her arrested and put in for observation. Even her son claims hers an odd bird.” “My son?” I had not heard from Harold in over five years. Now I saw him stalking up the walk. A suit covered his usual dregs. “She is crazy officers.... that is why I have stayed away so long.” “You’ll have to come with us... Ms. Dezie.” “I will not be dragged from my home.” I went to slam the door but the officers stepped forward. “Resisting will only make it worse.” The officer continued. I pushed at the door trying to block them out. The next thing I knew the man with the white cloth was stretching it over me and buckling up the back and I was being dragged out. As I was pulled by Haddie and my son they both smiled and exchanged a look. Welcome To My Reality – Week Forty – One 1.What did you like best/least about your high school years? High school. Walking hormones of insecurity and immaturity. Yuck. I did not like much about high school. My own graduating class was not a group of people I would long to be around. Sure, some were fine, but more were not. Most of my good friends were in the year behind me and a few were the year ahead of me. My high school boyfriend was a grade older. The students I went to classes with were okay. A few I liked, but did not hang out with. I loved choir and all the wonderful opportunities that brought me. The year of the school strike our music teacher had her church sponsor us, just in case the strike went too long. We met at her church to practice and in November or December went to preform with several other choirs at Roy Thompson Hall in Toronto in 1985. We performed Andrew Lloyd Weber's Canadian Premiere of his Requiem. In high school I met my friend, Debbie who is still a wonderful friend of mine to this day. It was a time of tremendous growth, but I would never want to repeat my high school years. 4. Where is your favourite place on the planet? This is actually a hard prompt. I initially thought of my grandparent's farm in Northern Ontario. The idle joy of being a child surrounded by my grandparent's love is very high on my favourite places. But this prompt considers the planet. I could think of the Rocky Mountains around Vancouver, British Columbia, Canada. I could think of the awesomeness of the Grand Canyon or the wonder of Niagara Falls. But what I think it comes down to for me is the natural beauty of this great world we live in. The diversity and complexity of the natural world. It's cycles through the season's. Each day brings beauty and awe to your back door if you just look out and take it all in. It's the female cardinal that taps on my window and, I swear, waits for me to say 'hi' before she joins her mate. It's even the skunk that visited my blue bin last night - I opened the front door and saw black and white and a fluffy tail all before slamming the door tight. It's the memories of those things and more and I am grateful for them all. |
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