I think many of us harden our hearts after being betrayed, I know I did. It took a long time for me to trust Vic and to fall in love again. Sadly, there are times I'm still uneasy .
I admit, each day I grow more and more confused. Why take a stable economy and throw it into chaos? I keep waiting for some justification of the actions that would make sense.
My husband takes his phone everywhere. He gets so frustrated with me because I always keep my phone in vibrate mode and if I'm not near it I don't hear it. I use my phone more for pictures than actual phone calls. My Iphone takes incredible pictures and a lot easier to carry with me than my Nikon.
Like your hubby when I am out walking I do carry my phone so they can find me if needed. This growing old isn't what I was led to believe.
JACE Mar 27, 2025 at 10:31am In response to "First TV"
It's funny. I don't remember TV playing a big part in my life growing up. After all, I spent most of the day (when not at school) outside playing with friends.
I do remember we had a black and white TV (I was hooked on Batman) back in the 60's. I can't recall when we got a color TV. Fast forward to 2025--my wife and I watch a 98" TV.
Oh, and that $1000 TV in 1954 is the equivalent to almost $12,000 today. What a TV you could buy for $12,000.
That's a very good point - it makes no sense to single out one month. I'm guessing she was referring to those parts of the world where March represents the beginning of Spring rather than Autumn, new beginnings etc., but even then, it's a bit of a sweeping statement.
Nothing ever goes truly to plan does it? - well said!
I bought my granddaughter an organizer for her crochet hooks instead of candy this year. Last year I gave her art supplies. My daughter handles the candy in our home. My other grandchildren when they were younger, I sent them things they liked to do. I'm not the candy supplier either.
I like the idea of pajamas, maybe next year that's what I'll get her new spring nightgowns.
Let this poem inspire your entry today:
“Be gentle, Long Night
I don’t belong here.
Thrown to the wolves,
I shifted nocturnal.
Arced up,
surrendered to
the glowing drum
of the full moon,
hear my cry.”
― L.M. Browning,
This poem is deep with innuendo and hidden meanings.
To me it speaks of hurt and betrayal.
We’ve probably all been in that dark place, when the ones we love, and thought loved us, betrayed our love. What we did in those times is different for all of us but eventually we dragged ourselves up out of the darkness. Or maybe we are changed forever and harden our hearts so we can never get hurt again.
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