MADNESS of MARCH....Day 31

 

It’s 3:30am.  I’m not sleeping too good tonight. It’s all due to the fact I could not get in to see my hubby yesterday at the rehab center.  It seems two workers tested positive for COVID.  Because of this the center is on lockdown from visitors entering.  After receiving the phone call my visit canceled, I sat and had a good cry.  The crying did make me feel good for awhile. It released some of the sadness for awhile. I felt good after my cry.  But later I cried again.  

I based my first piece on my crying jag. Yes I deserved it.  Yes I’d do it again when needed. 

Terry’s daily word jeopardize.  I used it with a guy going out as a friend with a woman.  His hope he doesn’t show his true feelings to her.  

As for wacky holidays; they were indeed weird.  There are days with more than I post but I usually pick ones I like when possible out of the list. 

I felt so hopeless because I had no idea if these people told my husband reason for me not coming.  I did speak with him and he knew something going on since I didn’t show.  He knew it wasn’t on my end. 

I’m ok now we spoke. 

Prayers and more prayers help right now. 

Until tomorrow....I’m going to try to sleep; as always Stay Safe. 

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                         CRYING 

A good cry always helps

  making you feel better

Tears of sadness falling down the 

    cheek

   washes the melancholy out of your 

     body....if only for awhile

Never be afraid to cry....it doesn’t make 

     you weak 

It releases the forlornness 

   giving you hope for better days 

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            CAREFUL ACTIONS

He did not want to jeopardize 

 their meeting

It was just friends having a drink 

      together 

This could not fail....he had to be

   careful of his actions

Not show his true feelings too soon

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 WACKY HOLIDAYS MARCH 30th

 (National Pencil Day; I’m in Control 

   Day; International Laundry Folding 

    Day and Virtual Vacation Day)

A plan for a virtual vacation to the 

  beach would make my day

After doing the laundry....

    wash

        dry

           folding the clothes

Later I’ll get pencil and paper

  write my ‘To Do List’ for tomorrow 

I’m in control of all I do 

MADNESS of MARCH....Day 30

 

Hurray it’s 3:00am. Ha ha about being awake. I decided to write. Today I finally get to see my hubby.  

These are weird days for me.  Yesterday was a bad day for me with all that’s going on in my life.  I decided writing helped and kept editing parts of my novella. 

I went out later just to be with people.  Sitting around listening to conversations gave me enough fodder for future writings.  It’s fun to be the observer. 

During so I found one of my characters in a different light; came home and changed things about him. As this character was a combo of different people. It wasn’t fun rewriting I mean typing as I wasn’t doing this with pen and paper. 

I find it funny about hearing the word rewrite. If using a device you aren’t rewriting as you’re typing; so I retype. 

It’s just the way we say things.  

Terry came up with CONSENSUS as a word.  I wrote about a guy asking a woman out.  

Yesterday I awoke to hearing birds and wrote my first piece on this situation.  It seemed all morning I heard the tweets, chirps and warbles of birds. 

Let’s say the wacky holidays proved challenging. 

I wonder if other writers keep changing parts of their works. It does seem each time I review a FtS part, I’m changing stuff.  Personally need to leave things as I’ve written. In a few more days or so I’ll be posting this novella.  It’s now being explained to you.  This novella takes place within the period of five to seven days in the life of four people. 

Their current situation as well as the past.  But who knows I am the author and can make changes. After ten parts I’ll begin to post here on Ramblings’ blog. 

Stay tuned. 

Until tomorrow....it’s Tuesday or as my friend Terry L. once said to me MONDAY’S UGLY SISTER; as always Stay Safe 

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                 CHIRPS of THE DAY

Birds chirping heard outside my 

      windows

Sounds as if they are all warbling at the 

     same time

A concert of birdsong in the early

   morn

Their tweets awaken me for the new 

    day 

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             THE EXPECTATION 

 The consensus that she’d join him 

    for one drink

His expectations running high it’d lead

    to dinner 

Perhaps then a real date in the future

Agreeing to meet him....gave him hope

Eventually they become more than 

     friends 

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WACKY HOLIDAYS MARCH 29th

(National Vietnam War Veterans Day); 

  National Lemon Chiffon Cake Day; 

  National Mom & Pop Business Owners 

   Day and Smoke & Mirrors Day)

 A tribute to our veterans who served 

   during the Vietnam War

They did not return to parades or 

   celebrations

All smoke and mirrors at times now to 

    make amends to them 

But I’m grateful to see they’re finally 

    getting recognition 

I say a thank you to those veterans 

  and welcome them home

Perhaps I’ll bake a lemon chiffon cake 

  for my Vietnam Veteran neighbor

Then invite him to lunch at a mom and 

    pop locally owned restaurant 

MADNESS of MARCH....Day 29

 

I’ve been pretty good not waking up at weird hours.  It’s now 4:00am.  Today is Vietnam War Veterans  Day.  Usually a flag raising would be held at a few of the veterans clubs in the area but for some reason they are not doing so.  I have no idea why except maybe due to COVID.  I’ll blame it on that. I composed a piece for the day. It is dedicated to four members of the Veterans of the Vietnam War Post 3 which was once located in Mountaintop, Pennsylvania.  One of those whom it’s being dedicated is my first husband, Michael. I was the adjutant of the post.  These four guys and I were in the post color guard participating in many parades and memorial services.  I wrote this in their memory for today. I may not be reading it anyplace, but I have it anyhow.  All four guys have passed on but at times they are on my mind. 

Terry’s word yesterday was SERENE.  I wrote about one of my favorite subjects a lake and how it’s peaceful pre-dawn. 

The wacky holidays did not really connect much but after weeding a flower bed what a good way to treat yourself with the Eskimo pie.  Now will they want to change the name from Eskimo pies to something else? Or remove the icon?  I wonder about these things.  

A few days before National Poetry Month. I’m not sure what my challenge will be.  As always I do a poem per day. 

My thoughts what will I use for my inspiration this year.  Some years the poems were events or happenings in my life.  But I’ll think of that tomorrow not today. 

As you know or don’t I’m a fan of “Casablanca”.  I love the line that begins “of all the gin joints”; well yesterday morning I heard a line in a movie that the was something like this “in all the days in all the years”; the movie “Kitty Foyle”.  I thought a great line and for some reason it reminded me of a “Casablanca” line.  

It’s Monday again and Holy Week. 

Until tomorrow....enjoy the day and as always Stay Safe. 

    

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        VIETNAM WAR VETERANS 

                    DAY 2021

    (Dedicated to Michael Koscielnik Jr.; 

      William “Billy” Columbo; 

       Dennis Rosania and

        Christopher Bradshaw) 

Many too young to vote

But old enough to be drafted 

  to fight in war

Many too young to order a beer or 

    whiskey shot

But... not too young to be shot at

Some barely out of high school 

  Some never traveled more than fifty 

   miles from home

Now....a half a world away from their 

    family and friends 

Dining on C-Rations in an unfriendly     

    country

While back at home protests against     

    the war mounted 

Those returning home spat upon

 called ‘baby-killers’

No welcome home parades 

  for the returning Vietnam Veterans 

1974 the first Vietnam War Veterans 

     Day celebrated

Today we remember those who served, 

   died and still unaccounted for

Welcome home to you all

  Thank you for your service     

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              MORNING PRAYER 

How tranquil the pre-dawn hour 

 before the sun awakens 

I stand on the dock....looking over the   

   lake

My mind wanders to random thoughts

Thinking of everything and nothing 

   important 

 At the moment my soul untroubled 

But it could change at any minute

Before daybreak all is serene 

  I look to the sky....then bow my head

   in prayer thanking the Lord for

   another day 

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   WACKY HOLIDAYS MARCH 28th

(National Black Forest Cake Day; 

  Children’s Picture Book Day; Weed 

   Appreciation Day and Eat an Eskimo 

   Pie Day)

The weeds are taking over my flower 

   bed

Time to get out to remove them

I’ll reward myself with an Eskimo pie

Later make notes for a children’s 

 picture book

 Oh how fun to try to write one

No Black Forest cake for me 

  I’d rather lemon chiffon

MADNESS of MARCH....Day 28

 It’s 6:00am and I’ve slept in. It was a busy day for me yesterday.  I worked at an event at my Amvets post.  The Sons of the Amvets put on a real nice shrimp boil. The food delicious and the music great.  I was really having thoughts about eating but felt I needed to support the group and yes I’m glad I did. Although I did not have the crawfish (not for me). 

As I looked at Terry’s words I realize that I know CALLOUS people.  This came from someone I knew years ago. 

They’d not think before they spoke. 

As for the wacky holidays I had it all in my head. A real quirky song indeed. As some who has dogs know they tend to eat stuff they shouldn’t. I laugh as I think of it. 

Now my beach walk is just a couple walking pre-dawn and not speaking just holding hands. It’s based on nothing I’ve experienced.  

This is a short piece today to give you a break.  It’s Palm Sunday/Passion Sunday.  That means the TAPECs will be in church today. 

Until tomorrow....have a Super Sunday and as always Stay Safe. 

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                 BEACH WALK

Walking along the beach 

 not a care in the world

Just the two of us before the dawn

Waves crash to shore....only sound we 

  hear

The sun begins to awaken slowly

  to warm the sand

Strolling hand in hand....no words

  do we speak

A new day breaks....with the hopes

  of things looking brighter than the day 

      before 

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              THINK THEN SPEAK 

He could be callous at times

Did not care whose feelings he hurt

Should have thought before he spoke

Especially if he knew nothing about the

  other person’s problems

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      WACKY HOLIDAYS MARCH 27th

(National Joe Day; Viagra Day; Quirky  

  Country Music Songs Day and  

    National Scribble Day)

So I scribble a few words on paper

Perhaps for a quirky country music 

   song

I think I’ll title it “My Dog Ate the 

    Viagra, He’s Looking For a Mate”

Maybe dedicate it to Joe 

MADNESS of MARCH....Day 27

 

It seems I’ve been doing heartbreak and love pieces lately. With that being said, good morning at 5:00am. 

Somehow I’ve been imagining my Dani character quite a bit lately. I pictured her being snubbed or being treated second best. The scene played out in my mind.  In the first piece the woman has finally had enough and decided to stand tall; it goes with the second piece I wrote. Terry’s word was PERPLEXED. 

Wacky holidays are always fun to write. Yesterday I declared it SCOTTIE DAY. 

I’m not sure about you but this allergy season so far has taken its toll.  Being in Florida we have grass mowed often.  As it is I am so teary eyed and snuffed up constantly for a while.  The other day I needed to attend a meeting in the afternoon.  Right around the time I was headed out my neighbor who mows my lawn decides it’s mowing time.  Well I thought great I’ll be going over to the meeting and avoid the mowing.  WRONG! So I get to the meeting and the lawn guy is out mowing.  I began to tear up and my nose got stuffy. What made it even worse grass mower is person running the meeting and I can smell the grass on him (since he was seated close to me).  Yes it was indeed not a good day. 

Now I only hope today won’t be a bad high allergy count day as I have to be outside taking money for a fundraiser event.  It’s for a good cause so I’m sure I’ll be just fine.  

It’s Saturday and your weekend begins. 

Until tomorrow....have a great day and as always Stay Safe. 

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                A NEW BEGINNING 

Realization came quick and hard

Like a baseball thrown at ninety miles 

   an hour 

Finally she was through wearing her      

      heart on her sleeve

Feeling jubilant as if a thousand pound 

     weight lifted from her

She stood tall....smiled for no apparent 

     reason

Walked out into the sunshine

  Smelled the sweet fragrance of the 

   blooms circulating through the air

A new day....new beginning....no one 

   will make her feel second best or 

      useless again 

Lest of all some man who never cared 

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                   CONFUSED 

A bit baffled he could not understand 

   the reasoning behind her actions 

Cold and distant she suddenly became

Ignoring him at every turn

Puzzled wondering what he did wrong

Trying to figure it all out, he became

  confused....his mind muddled 

Perplexed that she didn’t even say 

    hello when she walked by 

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  WACKY HOLIDAYS MARCH 26th

(National Epilepsy Day (Purple Day; 

  National Spinach Day; National      

   Nougat Day and Make Up Your Own 

    Holiday Day)

Although I wear red every Friday

Today it’ll just be a red wrist band

Proudly will don a purple shirt for those 

    affect by epilepsy 

Two of my not favorite food items

 nougat and spinach have a day of

  celebrating 

So today I’m declaring this SCOTTIE’S      

        DAY 

MADNESS of MARCH....Day 26

 

“Of all the gin joints in all the towns in all the world she walks into mine”, a quote from one of my favorite movies.  

Yes I do think this could be true. In fact I’ve come to the conclusion it’s just how things go in life. 

As I reflect on things I’ve never had a “CASABLANCA” moment in my life.  I do have songs that remind me of people and memories of the past.  

I see someone who reminds me of someone and it triggers memories. 

There are quite a few movies I do watch over and over and “CASABLANCA” is one.  The other is “GONE WITH THE WIND.”   In fact for almost close to forty years I’d read the book every April. Why April? I never figured out why.  Funny I used the same book as basis for projects in college.  You think this is odd “well frankly I don’t give a darn” (yes I cleaned up the phrase).  

As I thought about Terry’s daily word I decided I know nothing about birds at all. In fact this is the second day I’ve gotten a history lesson on animals. 

The wacky holiday was easy as I thought about a Medal of Honor recipient and how someone should have taken them out for a meal today. 

My pieces are just thoughts on aging and seeing someone from the past.  Actually the “CASABLANCA” movie inspired it.  Seeing someone from the past you thought you’d never see again. The second is based on how a woman only has herself to give. Her mind, her love and soul but it seemed the object of her affection wants more. 

It’s Friday!  

Until tomorrow....have a great day and as always Stay Safe. 

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                       AGING 

Her heart thumped wildly

   at the sight of him 

 she wondered if she should stay or go

Will he recognize her after all the years

Platinum blonde hair replaced the 

   golden blonde

Ten extra pounds change the body

   glasses in place of contact lenses

Thirty years changed him slightly

  he still looked good

Some age better than others 

  she’ll bide her time to find out 

whether he’d approach her

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              ONLY HERSELF 

His slightest touched sent chills down 

    her spine

Butterflies formed within her

It’s been years since anyone affected 

     her

But she knew it a one sided attraction 

  prettiness isn’t always the factor

A pleasant personality meant little

She had nothing of value to offer

  but herself 

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                 BLACKBIRDS

Never heard of a grackle

  Perhaps I’ve seen one

Don’t know one blackbird from another

But I can recognize a raven

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  WACKY HOLIDAYS MARCH 25th

(National Medal of Honor Day; National Lobster Newburg Day; Waffle Day and Pecan Day)

To all those Medal of Honor recipients 

  thank you for your service

It’d be nice for someone to treat you

  to a lobster Newburg dinner

Or even a pecan waffle breakfast 

   

MADNESS of MARCH....Day 25

 

It’s 3:00am and here I am writing this up. Liquid Memory like the piece on music memory is something that I’ll use with FtS. Any item can trigger a memory in your mind. 

Yesterday I had stopped by my American Legion post; I hadn’t been there since November.  I gave them an update about Jimmy and had lunch. I sure missed having one of Sammy’s Bacon Cheeseburgers.  After I came home I did few other things; then read earlier than usual.  

National Poetry Month begins shortly. I plan to re-read pieces I wrote over the past years as a project to do. Over the years I’ve composed a poem a day. Some of the poems came from my actual life; real events happening. I’m not sure what this years will bring.  It’ll be fun to see for sure.  

One year for Poetry Month I recall writing about people only attending church five times a year (the Catholic Church ).   I wrote a paper in college for one of my religious courses I needed to take (I attended a Catholic college). The paper mentioned many are TAPEC members of the church.  That being they only attend mass five times a year; in February for St. Blaise Day for the blessing of the throats.  Also February when Ash Wednesday falls; next is March or April depends when Good Friday falls.  The same months depending when Easter falls and then December for Christmas.  

Throats is the T; Ashes the A; P for palms; E for Easter and C for Christmas; TAPEC members of the church.  The instructor for the class called them PTA members of the church for palms, throats a ashes.  I decided when I did my paper for the class which counted as a good portion of the grade to think long and hard about the theme. I ended up upping the instructor.  He wrote on my paper I wasn’t a nice person (only kidding he was) for my TAPEC comment and that I upped him.  The class was a philosophy religious class and I used it as my philosophy requirement. Actually I started off the paper with words from a Janis Joplin song.  I thought of this class as the other day I heard the song. See how music can trigger a memory.  It triggered the thought of the class; as well as it coming up to Passion Sunday or Palm Sunday.  

I ended up again having this same person in my second religious requirement class. When he saw me walk into class that first day he said “well I’m looking forward to this paper.”  My final class grade was a 3.5.  Getting a 4.0 quite hard from this man.  

Now as I think about St. Blaise day, the years I had my throat blessed I did not have a sore throat that year.  With COVID I’m sure there was no blessings this year I know about. 

The wacky holidays had no connection to me. I wrote the piece as a random thought.  

Terry’s daily word was GIBBERISH. Oh how I can relate to listening to people go on and on and it makes no sense.  Actually I wrote this from personal experience.  Never tell who the person is I wrote about.  

Until tomorrow....today is Friday Eve; as always Stay Safe. 

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                   LIQUID MEMORY 

As the bartender poured the amber 

     liquid

  from the bottle of Jack Daniels 

It made her think of him

One of her transgressions from her

  younger days

They were explosive together

  fireworks and matches....Boom

She hadn’t thought of him in years

Why today?

Perhaps the wording on the hat

 of the bar patron drinking the 

    shot....the man’s hat read 

         MARINES 

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               NONSENSE TALK

A lot of nonsense he muttered

Making no who, where, what, when, 

   why or how to his words

No one could comprehend the      

      gibberish he spewed 

It’s as if he just said whatever came into     

      his head

Rambling on and on about nothing of 

     importance 

Most just smiled, nodded on occasion 

     and uh-huh to him

Another day....another day....

  another day

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   WACKY HOLIDAYS MARCH 24th

(National Chocolate Covered Raisin 

  Day;  National Chocolate Week;        

  National Agriculture Week and 

   National Equal Pay Day)

 

Thoughts on today’s wacky holidays 

  my mind scrabbling everywhere 

My first thought: 

  Chocolate is one necessity of life

   Raisins covered in chocolate are fine

  but I’d rather a chocolate kiss or two

     My second thought: 

Equal pay for doing the exact same job

  I believe whole heartily 

Agriculture workers are underpaid for 

    the hard work they do 

MADNESS of MARCH....Day 24

 

It’s five in the morning. Now today will be the busy day. Yesterday the fog so thick I did not want to do the big errand. Today’s the day.  I had a meeting yesterday to attend. Got a bit nasty at the person running the meeting about my writing a notice.  Explained I can write up the notice (I do the Facebook postings for my Amvets), explained I am a published author and do a blog. I can write up info people will understand. Yes my Irish was up. It’s been up a lot lately. I later apologized to the guy.  Actually it wasn’t me but my character Keni’s personality.  I blamed. Why blame myself when I can blame her.  Now to make amends I’ll need to buy him a shot and mug of brew.  Maybe being my characters isn’t such a good idea. As for Dani, she came out but only for a few minutes.  Lots of fodder I did get. The being observing does work. 

This will be short today as I want to give you all a break. 

Until tomorrow....have a great Hump Day and as always Stay Safe. 

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                   MR. TOOL

Intently the secret admirer watched 

  Noticing his every move....

      every reaction....

         every gesture....

            every facial expression 

Smiles given to certain people 

Looks of boredom or nonchalant to 

        others

Depended on with who he interacted 

   One individual always got his 

    attention 

He vied to be noticed by one woman 

What a tool....she didn’t care one

  way or another 

only used him when needed 

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                      PIKA

Pika is a new animal for me

I never heard of it before

Kind of resembles a strange rabbit

And why not; in same family as the hare

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    WACKY HOLIDAYS MARCH 23rd

(National Chip and Dip; National Melba 

  Toast Day; National Tamale Day and 

   Near Miss Day)

Melba toast with some pâté sounds 

    good

If only I had the pâté available 

My snack choice today is

  Middleswarth Jalapeño potato chips 

  and French onion dip

A tamale might make a good lunch

  but so would a quesadilla 

Nearly missed the idea of tortilla chips 

    and guacamole 

A Margarita or Dos Equis for a beverage 

  a Tex-Mex food kind of day 

MADNESS of MARCH....Day 23

 

Tuesday is just Mondays ugly sister a friend once told me.  I’m sure it is but then I see it as one day closer to the weekend. 

I got into a writing funk yesterday.  I hate when that happens.  Actually I thought I was doing so well but something triggered it off and I did not really want to write or could not.  Even my sitting alone at the Amvets did not help.  I wonder should I have a beer and shot of Jack Fire? Should I put myself into one of my characters?  After much thought I decided to be Keni for a while. I spoke with a woman who actually has gone through what my character did with being married to a Vietnam veteran. They’ve been married for over fifty years and we spoke briefly on issues concerning being married to Nam veterans. This really did help me. I was able to scribble a few notes down.   I must confess some of Keni’s issues with her first husband does come from my life.  Now realize NOT all she does/did is actual experience from me.  

As I felt on a roll I decided to be Dani for awhile off and on; it got upsetting as I saw myself getting as upset as Dani would. Not a fun time; went back to Keni. Much safer at the time. Observing the inspiration for the Blake character in Dani’s life left me thinking what a tool the guy actually is in real life; and I don’t mean a lug wrench or a screwdriver either. 

Yes Mr. DeMille needed again to give me my close-up.  

It was not a good day for wacky holidays but I tried to pull them together. 

Terry’s word of the day was INHABIT. I did an acrostic on the word. 

It’s going to a busy day for me so I’ll just say this, today I’m going to be both of my characters later and myself as well. My three personalities rule today. 

No doubt another academy award day; I just want to thank everyone for my Oscar in advance. 

Until tomorrow....have a great Tuesday and as always Stay Safe. 

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                     MONDAY

‘Monday is a state of mind’ 

   A meme I recently saw

It’s just the first day after the 

  weekend

A day that begins the week

Returning to the weekday routine for     

   many

Working for the next five days

   waiting for Saturday to roll around 

       again 

Monday means one thing to me 

  Dollar draft beer day at the AMVETS

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                    INHABIT 

In the place I dwell I am satisfied 

Not a mansion but I call it home

Home is where the heart is they say

As long as I have my needs I’m fine 

Being happy is all that matters 

It is important to be content always

That’s one of the secrets of life 

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WACKY HOLIDAY MARCH 22nd

(National Goof Off Day; As Old As You  

  Feel Day; Tuskegee Airmen Day and 

  International Day of the Seal)

Salute to the Tuskegee Airmen who 

   served proudly during World War II

Like a seal clapping their flippers 

  a clap of my hands to these brave men

It’s a day I just want to be a kid again

 forget all my troubles and play games 

      on my device 

Or a better word I’m having a goof off 

  Monday  

MADNESS of MARCH....Day 22

 

Monday, Monday again. Whew what a week.  I’ve not been watching TV or reading but writing.  When the words come get them out. UNFORTUNATELY I hate rereading what I thought was the final of a part of a story.  Why? I keep changing stuff. As of today everything 

stays as is.  

Yesterday I pulled out one of my poetry books as yesterday was World Poetry Day.  I just opened to a random page; the poem “YOU” popped up. This was one of my first works. Unfortunately I gave a copy to someone and my original eventually damaged or lost.  This was the only one lost or damaged. No way could I try to locate the person who got my original.  Well when I went to published it I had to try to remember what I wrote. The idea and focus the same.  I used this as my piece in writing number two. Reading yesterday brought back memories of days long past. 

The first piece reminded me of a guy who just loves the attention he’s getting from women.  I finally realized after I observed this guy he seems to be an attention seeker.  OMG (oh my gosh) when it hit me.  As a writer I’m an observer of people and listener.  I also listened on his conversation with a woman who is the exact same. She craves attention from people.  I don’t think it ever come to me until I began writing outside my home.  As I sat with my writing book opened making notes did I listen to them.  I’m not sure who upped who that day, I think she’s ahead.  I used the guy as focus in the piece that he cares NOT a thing about a female who admires him until she focuses on another.  

I always heard say write what you know and what you see.  I’ve been seeing much these days. 

I enjoyed Terry’s word yesterday of WISTFUL.  I used the idea about a woman going through a memory box hidden in a closet. This sort of based on a novel where a woman kept love letters for over fifty years from a man (her lover) not her husband. 

Personally I could never keep stuff around for more than a few days.  Read a card or letter, back in the letter writing day. I’d have them trashed within a week. Keeping correspondence for over fifty some years not me. 

I felt RED in color yesterday. I threw on a red shirt even though it wasn’t Friday. My wacky holiday piece mentioned the color a bit.  

I did work on FAIRMOUNT to STARKELY yesterday. In the future I’m referring to the title as FtS to shorten it up. 

It’s 5:00am and I’m up. Got a few extra hour sleep. 

Until tomorrow....have a great Monday and as always Stay Safe. 

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           THE ATTENTION SEEKER 

     

He did not really care about her

   he tried to show the world

 To him she was just another female 

      one of his many admirers 

But got upset when someone else got 

  recognition from her 

Jealously very ugly when attention 

  given to another 

Felt he only worthy of her attentiveness 

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                 NAPKIN POETRY

Reading the poem brought back 

    memories 

She wrote it for him....unfortunately 

  he had the original copy

    written an a napkin 

It had to be re-written when published

The words might be different 

  But....the poem conveyed the same 

    message

He was everything in her life

  air she breathed

   water that quenched her thirst

    sustenance to nourish her hunger

“YOU” the only poem that got 

   out of get grasp before it could be

    tweaked  

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              THE HIDDEN BOX 

In a memory box she kept all his      

    cards and letters 

Hidden in the back of the closet 

   inside an old red suitcase 

On occasion when feeling melancholy 

  would taken them out to read

Wistfully she’d sigh at the poetic words 

   he written 

Thinking wistful of the man from her 

      past

  wondering if he ever thinks of her 

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    WACKY HOLIDAYS MARCH 21st

(National Fragrance Day; National French Bread Day; World Poetry Day and Gallo Wine Day)

Nothing special I have on my agenda 

     today 

 Feeling like dressing up for no 

        apparent reason 

My red dress and red sandals, I’ll wear 

  then spritz on Red Door perfume 

  Open a bottle of Gallo Red Moscato 

      wine

  with a plan to enjoy red grapes, French bread, olives and cheddar      

    cheese

I’ll open my red journal to compose a 

     poem or two  

I feel red today 

MADNESS of MARCH....Day 21

 

Well it’s been a crazy week for me. I’m calmer now. I’ve been going nuts trying to sort out my mind. I needed to get away and be with people and been at my Amvets post just to get out. In fact as I said I’ve been doing writing from there. Being there triggered some of my last few days writings. The first piece was an inspiration from being there Friday and yesterday.  I had actually put myself in the shoes of my character Dani.  I sat at the bar scribbling away Part II of FAIRMOUNT to STARKEY when someone walked in the club. It was the inspiration behind one off my characters (not that it’s him in the story) but somehow he seemed to inspire it. I thought now how Dani would act when she saw him.  I’m sure this guy thought I was nuts, weird or maybe drunk (I only had orange and cranberry juice mixed). I acted like I picture Dani would be; tongue tied and unable to talk.  Actually the guy did not pay me any mind for awhile and watched TV but not March Madness. I added that due to watching a game on the TV yesterday.  As for after putting myself in Dani’s shoes and noting my thoughts I closed my notebook to have an intelligent conversation with the guy (a Voyageur in my Voiture).  

Eventually I think I’ll need to confess that he for some reason became the inspiration behind a fictional character; I hope he won’t be upset. In my story two of the other guys from my past were quite flattered to be the inspiration.(Of course this was years ago when I first started working on this piece).  Now one thing you must know I’m only using a few things about them such as looks, mannerisms I’ve noticed, drink choices, how they relate with people and of course military service branches. 

As for Dani, she’s a combination of many people.  Do I like getting into a character’s head and try to be them?   Don’t know as I never done it before.  Ok big confession I’ve also put myself also  in the other female character of Kendall or Keni; on Friday.  Interesting being two or should I say three different people. I’m sure now the guy (who is an officer of my vets post as well as Voyageur) must think I have multi-personalities.  The bartender knew what I was doing since I told her and she thought it funny.  Keep laughing when she’d look over at me.  

I think I’d make a good actress now.

“I’m ready for my close-up, Mr. DeMille.”  

Terry’s word for Saturday was IDYLLIC. I used it three times in different context in the second piece. 

The wacky holidays was a simple piece to figure out. 

Well it’s Sunday. Who will I be today? Myself I hope as I try to continue with my next installment of my story. I’ll be posting it after I get enough parts worked up; but many of my verses center around my characters so stayed tuned to ‘Ramblings’. 

Until tomorrow....it’s Sunday or you can say Monday Eve; as always Stay Safe. 

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    MADNESS of MARCH and MIND

She thought it was a dream

  her crush actually said more than hello

Taking a seat near her at the bar....she 

    tried to be nonchalant 

But her heart thumped loudly....thought 

    sure he could hear

Tongue tied....she could not speak 

  Words to him she could not convey

He ignore her anyway....as his eyes were glue to the plasma screen in front 

    of them

March Madness played out on the TV....

  while maddening thoughts of him 

     played out in her mind 

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                    IDYLLIC 

It was an idyllic idea 

 taking a stroll through the meadow

Under a cluster of trees 

  found the idyllic spot to picnic

An idyllic day just being together 

  on a warm Saturday in April

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     WACKY HOLIDAYS MARCH 20th

(National Corndog Day; National Ravioli 

  Day; International Sports Car Racing 

  Day and French Language Day)

Had a corndog at the Twelve Hours of 

   Sebring Motorsports race

Merci I told the food worker after 

  handing me my change

The corndog was not as tasty as I 

   thought

 Should have tried the fried ravioli 

     instead 

  

  

MADNESS of MADCH....Day 20

 I think my writers block is now a broken block. My muse has been working overtime. Yesterday I was able to begin Part II of FAIRMOUNT to STARKELY (formally title in yesterday’s blog as UNOBSERVED). I changed the title while out trying to unblock my head.  

I decided on Fairmount (a fictional town in Pennsylvania) as I used Fairmount previously in a written piece.  I decided to call the other town in Florida Starkely where the main characters now resides.  

Terry’s word for Friday was PLAUSIBLE.  I used the piece to go with the Fairmount to Starkely theme. 

As I have family members in the nursing field, I centered the wacky holiday around a nurse.  

It’s Saturday and the weekend begins. 

Until tomorrow....have a great day and as always Stay Safe. 

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                MEMORY TUNES

Music can trigger a memory

Bringing back thoughts long past

Like the banner on the bottom of a TV 

    screen

They will scroll through the mind

People......

    places.....

           objects.....

                    incidents......

         vividly appear

Some will make you smile

   the happy memories 

Others leave you feeling sad 

As they are revealed....you begin to      

    wonder

Could I have done something different 

 that could have changed the outcome 

The song ends....but....

  the memories....

             remain

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           MUSIC and MEMORIES 

     

It was plausible she’d be headed down 

    memory lane

The jukebox blared the song....their 

    song 

Closing her eyes picturing him in her 

    mind

The man who taught and showed her 

     what love is 

What it could be....how it could feel

 Her eyes moist up....tear droplets 

     slide down her cheeks 

    not caring who saw them

She only hoped the song would end

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   WACKY HOLIDAYS MARCH 19th

(National CERTIFIED NURSES DAY; 

  National Chocolate Caramel Day; 

  National Poultry Day and National 

   Let’s Laugh Day)

Chicken salad on rye with provolone 

 Ice cream sundae with chocolate and 

    caramel sauce

Just hope my nurse the cousin doesn’t 

      try to stop me 

She’s trying to get us all to eat healthy

I’ll just laugh at her if she does 

   

MADNESS of MARCH....Day 19

 

It’s Friday the day we wear our RED shirts. 

I’ve been out observing people the past few days for inspiration or ideas for writing.  Yesterday was quite interesting.  I have a flash fiction story in mind; although it might become a long short story.  I needed to put myself in the spot of two characters.  If anyone saw me they think I was entirely insane.  First I became myself but a few years younger.  Enough to still hold the title of Vietnam Era Veteran. The second character I put myself in the role of how a thirty-two year old would possible act. I imagined I was there sitting at a table in a veterans club. The young woman is also a veteran. It has to work this way.  Next I needed to find the guy who’d be the focus in the story. Of course he needs to be about forty-five in terms of the story; a veteran possibly retired after possibly twenty or twenty-five years of service.  

Then he has to have the first name as someone from the older females past. I went through people by observing until I found my man (the male character). He just made it easier.  He fit the bill.  No real names being used; only mannerisms and traits noticed. 

In fact I found a few other interesting characters for down the line. 

Yes hurrying home, a writer without notebook in her purse; I got my names on paper.  My beginning on paper at the moment.  I generally do stories and pieces on paper before typing them up. I’m old school.  

The first piece today is from another observation day.  People bidding on items for a fundraiser. 

The second piece is true about my allergies bothering me yesterday.  

Terry’s daily word yesterday was REPLENISH. I used it about a woman refilling her ice bucket for a stiff drink. 

A truly weird wacky holiday piece but it worked.  

Well I hope you all have a great day. 

Until tomorrow....happy Friday and as always Stay Safe. 

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                   BIDDING WAR

Bidding started at two dollars

  Bid went up to three

She bid four; her nemesis went five

What they were vying for....no clue

A brown bag auction fundraiser 

 benefitting a worthy cause 

Another person shouted seven

Nemesis went to eight

Ten she spitefully yelled

She planned not to go over ten dollars

Eleven Mr. Nemesis bellowed

The other bidder went to twelve

Out of nowhere a woman bid fifteen

Sold to the lady in red aka the cougar 

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                   ALLERGIES 

The winds blow gently

Pollen count is high

Achoo....achoo....achoo....

It isn’t even spring yet

My eyes are watery

  Nose stuffy

Sinus headache

What will it be in a few weeks 

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                  LIME DECOR 

Replenishing ice in the ice bucket

She made a drink....a stiff strong vodka 

  and tonic

   a slice of lime on the rim of the glass

Eventually to be put in the drink

Until then it’ll sit looking so decorative 

  

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    WACKY HOLIDAYS MARCH 18th

(National Sloppy Joe Day; Transit Driver 

  Appreciation Day; Forgive Mom and 

  Dad Day and Awkward Moments Day)

I forgive mom and dad for not buying 

    me a car 

  by taking public transportation I met a 

      cute transit driver

Awkward moment when he asked me 

   out

He approached me while lunching 

   my Sloppy Joe spilled on my shirt