This made me cry

very relatable.

Phoenix Rainez

I found this post on Facebook and felt the need to share …

When you first have children they talk about the challenges of parenting….the struggles of a baby waking in the night,
the toddler who won’t stay in their bed, the cost of childcare, injuries from sports…

Having to take off work to pick them up from school when they don’t feel well, helping them with homework, a messy house, the never ending laundry, the cost to buy school clothes, packing their lunches….

You watch their eyes light up on Christmas morning….and try to soak in the magic of those moments.

You coach them in sports, rushing to practices and ballgames…and tote them all over the country to let them play the game they love…no matter how exhausting or expensive it becomes.

Life is just so busy that you rarely even stop to think what the end of those…

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Can You Do That For Me?

tin hats

He was worried about his daughter in that way of doing what I say, not what I do, and she had a life of her own and it was dangerous by his standards, nothing like the risks he had taken. She was an alcoholic, hardly ever drugs, which was a good thing, but she was a binge drinker. A bottle of vodka or maybe four or five bottles of wine, sometimes a few bottles of sake and then she would pass out. When she would call him in the throes of a drunk, she would cry and tell him she was an outcast. She didn’t fit into normal society. She saw the world in a different light. Pain was part of her sexual experience and afterward she would feel guilty and it all related to the way she had grown up as a child. The secret things that had happened.

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AtoZ 2021

where fiction and reality merged

It’s the last day of April, which means that this year’s AtoZ challenge is done.

This year, I tried to write a small piece using the letter of the day as much as possible. Some days, it was easier than others. On top of that and because I like music, I tried adding bands/artists and songs starting with the same letter too. Needless to say that I couldn’t hold that up until the end, but I tried and it was a lot of fun.

All my AtoZ 2021 entries can be found here: https://micqu.wordpress.com/category/a-to-z-2021/

I wish all the best. Have a good Friday and a nice weekend.

Cathy

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What is happiness?

Happiness is never a constant concept for anyone. I guess we should be thankful for anything that causes us to smile.

where fiction and reality merged

Apparently, happiness is the feeling you had as a child, when everything was allowed and nothing was wrong.

But… I never felt that way. Or I can’t remember it, at least. There was always someone to take care of, feelings and emotions of adults to take into account. There were always adults to be considerate of.

I mean, I can remember that I was told to stop coughing when I had pneumonia. My grandfather worked shifts and wanted to relax watching Quincy or Columbo or something like that. And my coughing on the couch was considered a nuisance.

(I was 8 when I had acute bronchitis, and because it was not taken care of for a long while, it turned into pneumonia. I was not allowed to leave the bed or the couch for two weeks, and I remember that I had a high fever and that my chest hurt…

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Sunset today: 7:50

Saying Nothing in Particular

Each day for the next seven is predicted to be the same.  Slightly cooler one day; slightly warmer the next.  Every day, cloudy. Or is it smoke?

Air Quality: Unhealthy.  Chance of rain: 10% Wind: wsw 13 mph.  

I keep singing along with James Taylor:

I’ve seen fire and I’ve seen rain,
I’ve seen lightning strikes I thought would never end,
I’ve known lonely times when I could not find my phone
but I always thought I’d see the fog again.

Been trapped inside by bad air,
checking out the weather app.
Lord knows when the hot wind blows,
it’ll turn your breath to ash.
Now there’s hours and hours on the internet,
talking of blogs to come, sour dreams and flying machines
grind wishes into dust.

Can you spot the critter in this photo?

Okay … ending on a positive note. Although we’ve been trapped inside all day…

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Unfazed

Saying Nothing in Particular

Thursday, August 20: As I write this we are surrounded by fire. Last night one came dangerously close to a friend’s house. The last email we got from him was:

“I’m relaxed and confident up till when the sheriff knocks on the door.”

To which another friend wrote: Just remember to say to the sheriff “I’d like to get some sleep before I travel. But if you got a warrant, I guess you’re gonna come in.” They really love that.

At least we haven’t lost the most important thing: a sense of humor.

Unfazed my mysterious plant continues to grow. The spores I noted the other day:

Have started to blossom:

Friday, August 21, 2020: The fires continue to drive people from their homes primarily north of here in the wine country and south in the beautiful Santa Cruz mountains. There are so many fires in the state, that those…

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The bitter underside of freedom

Saying Nothing in Particular

My husband’s father was a traveling salesman back in the 1940s. He sold forms to small businesses: receipts, inventory logs, invoices, etc. He was movie star handsome, along the lines of Tyrone Powers and used his charms to make enough in a few months on the road to stay home the rest of the year and drink.

Tyrone Power

And from what I’ve heard, that’s about all he did.   When she’d had enough, my mother-in-law took her three sons and moved a thousand miles away.  The only time I heard her mention his name was when we drove through Wells Nevada where, as a young couple, they’d hopped off the north south line and waited for the transcontinental.  “Frank and I stopped here once,” she said wistfully.  They must have really been in love.

Wells Nevada, once known as a railroad junction, is now known for Bella’s Gentlemen’s club…

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