When your life is out of balance…

It’s time to give your blog a facelift!

It is said that when everything is out of control, then you simply control what you can.

So in my mind the blogging facelift was an easy target.

Oh, but don’t start when the weatherman says a storm is coming and your power goes out in the middle of the night and in the morning you wake up late to find that the clocks are 3 hours off and

Your modem is toast!

I wasn’t done yet.

We went from last Friday to this Wednesday with no internet connection.     I know, I know,

Whaaaa… Boo-hoo…!

But seriously, aren’t most of you pretty much tuned in to being connected to the net, your friends, and all the other helpful resources provided at your fingertips?

Thankfully, the folks at AT&T replaced it at no charge to us.

Thank you AT&T!

I am now done with the makeover.

I like it.

Do you?

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In my next post I will talk about the life out of balance part.

I’ve dropped hints here and there but hadn’t the energy to get into it.

 For those who worry about such things I will set your mind to rest and tell you that nothing dire has happened.  I promise.

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Now it is late here and I am tired.

I’ll see you soon.

Perhaps Monday?

Goodnight!

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Here is something pretty to look at while you wait.

 

Phlox

This phlox grows outside my window and smells divine. They are over five feet tall this year!  I liked how the light was playing on the petals.  If you click on them for a closer look you will have a better indication of their true color. 

Friday Fictioneers: from boney fingers to chopsticks

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It’s time again for Friday Fictioneers which is brought to you each week by Rochelle at Addicted to Purple.

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A special thank you to Marie Gail Stratford for the sharing of her photograph.

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From Boney Fingers to Chopsticks

Grandma had teased her from real young about her weight. Reachin’ down with her bony, sharp nailed fingers, she’d just grab onta the bulge hanging over her pants and twist. It always left a bruise.

As an adult weighing over 200 pounds she felt ashamed of her size 18 pants, and finally decided to do something about it.  Making friends with Shiomi at work, she asked her for lessons on the use of chopsticks. She told her,

“Tryin’ta eat with them might slow me down some and I’ll lose some weight!”

She was dismayed at how quickly she’d become proficient.

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Words:  100

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For some really great takes on this weeks prompt, please look

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Notes on today’s writing:

It is said that you should write from what you know.  Taking that to heart in today’s story there are some kernels of what I know in this piece.  The character’s voice is my attempt at recreating from memory the sound of my grandmother.  She was a coal miner’s daughter from Virginia.  Did it work?

Get ready for it!

Everybody needs a makeover now and again.  So I will be busy tomorrow working on a site overhaul.  While you are waiting for the great unveiling, or not, I thought to have some construction sounds and funny pictures for your enjoyment… 

As it turns out, the great and almighty Youtube was a fail in that department.

However,  I did find this gem!

This is a “Superb Lyrebird” imitating construction sound he picked up at the Adelade Zoo!

His voicing is uncanny, and I love how he laughs, as if under his breath!  😉

Be back soon!

Friday Fictioneers: the janitor’s job

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As always, a special thank you goes out to Rochelle at Addicted to Purple for procuring our weekly photo prompt!  This weeks photo is courtesy of Adam Ickes!

A busy janitor never has time to use his office.

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 Copyright – Adam Ickes

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 The Janitor’s Job

Genre:  *Narrative

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Mr. Johnson, our school janitor, knew all the children by name. If you were sad, he knew just what to say to make it better. If someone got hurt on the grounds, he’d bring the wheelchair, carefully put you in, and wheel you to the nurse’s office.  And, if it was broken he could usually fix it.  The children loved him.

One day a student of mine vomited in class. Those nearest to her jumped out-of-the-way squealing.

The janitor was called…

Susie:   “Mr. Johnson, do you like your job?

Mr. Johnson:   “Yes. . .  most of the time.”

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WORDS:  100

For some really great takes on this weeks prompt, please look

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*Why a Narrative?  Because sometimes the truth is as much fun as fiction!  😉