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Tagging Ẃeβ࿚Ẃỉtcĥ  and StephBee  It’s been a sad day today. A dear friend of mine has passed away. She left us, as her mind deteriorated, almost two years ago. The dementia slowly took her away. Now her earthly body has gone. My feelings were mixed when her partner told me yesterday that Yvonne would die today. She had fallen and suffered a brain bleed. Her partner had to make the decision to turn off the oxygen this morning. I was relieved it wasn’t me who was asked to make the decision, but knew in my heart I would have made the same choice. Of course events such as this causes one to reflect on one’s own life and death choices. In Australia we are allowed to choose and request euthanasia, if one has a limited time to live. This law was passed only after years of campaigning on both sides of the debate and a referendum. Many are still against the law but I agree with it. A few weeks ago we made the decision to have our old dog put to sleep after seeing her suffer seizure after seizure. Although we were upset and sad it was so peaceful to die like she did. She was totally relaxed as we fed her treats and gave her kisses. We told her what a lovely friend she’d been to us and thanked her. That is how I wish to leave this earth, not in pain but with my family by my side. So I farewell my friend Yvonne and hope she’s found the peace she deserves. |
| Describe a mid-morning day where you are? Many of us talk about sunrises or sunsets, but what is special during the middle of your morning. This is my favourite part of the day. By 10.30 I have been awake and busy for four hours. Breakfast has been dealt with, dishes washed, kitchen cleaned and beds made. I usually book appointments for in the morning, as early as possibly. So if a dentist’s visit or a doctor’s appointment has been organised it’s usually been done. But no matter where I am it’s coffee time. If my husband has been doing outdoor work, he’ll pop his head in and say; ‘it’s coffee o’clock.’ I think these moments which break up a day are important. I’m not even sure it’s about the coffee, more about giving yourself permission to stop what ever it is you’re doing, just for 20 minutes or so. |
| Use these words in your entry: fog, sea, wind, desolate, seagulls, thunderstorms, and use this quote as well: “There is peace even in the storm” ― Vincent van Gogh. Have fun. ‘There is peace even in the storm isn’t there?’ My husband whispered during a break in the claps of thunder. Our dog, hiding in the cupboard under the stairs would have disagreed, I’m sure. He hates thunderstorms and prefers to go anywhere to avoid hearing the sounds of the wind whistling under the eaves. I looked out of the window to the desolate sea, at the seagulls swooping and screeching on the thermals in the leaden sky, the view limited because of the fog rolling in. Soon there’ll be a white nothingness blanketing our home. Perhaps then I will agree with my husband’s use of Van Gogh’s quote.  |
Tagging Ẃeβ࿚Ẃỉtcĥ and StephBee My story
On a much far larger scale than a local group of lady writers, here on WdC when we share our words we are seeking the opinions of many others, most of whom may be better or at least more impartial than ourselves. I love good reviews and are often disappointed with the ones which just ticks the box. I often wonder why I write and feel so strongly about my stories as I’m writing. However I might be in the minority, for when a story, on which I’ve spent many hours composing, editing and putting on display for the scrutiny of others, has done the rounds, I lose interest in it. I do nothing with it or even have a desire to do anything with it. I have hundreds of stories which I’ve been told I should self publish into books of short stories. I suppose the fact I’ve no interest in the publication side, must mean I write purely for personal satisfaction. |
"The Bard's Hall Contest"  Tagging Ẃeβ࿚Ẃỉtcĥ and StephBee Today I decided I’d write an alternative ending to my contest entry into
This morning I spent making cakes for tomorrow’s singing group. Although there is satisfaction in seeing the finished product, my preference would have been to sit and write. The house is full of the smell of baking, which is rather nice. I rarely bake these days as there is just the two of us now and we truly can do without eating cakes and slices. My husband has just returned from his annual driving health assessment. He’s just given me the thumbs up, so he must have passed with flying colours. On attaining the age of eighty it is mandatory to have this every year. The test includes mental acuity, ECG, and sight and hearing. My neighbour is 93 and still drives, although I’ve never been a passenger in her car so I’m unsure of how competent she is. At eighty-one I still like to drive but not at night. I suppose it’s a good thing we oldies get tested but those yearly test come around too quickly for my liking! |
| Prompt: Have fun with these words- subitaneous, reflect, address, wave, fuss, restrict, key, waist, and chronography The subitaneous arrival of my grandaughter from the other side of the country surprised us all. It caused me to reflect on the fact that all the fuss which usually occurs when expecting overnight guests is unnecessary . She just waltzed in and made herself at home. She even has her own key to our address. She gave me a kiss and gave a nonchalant wave to everyone else. It seemed to me as if she’d lost weight and I asked her if she’d been restricting what she had been eating. She said she’d been trying to lose an inch or two off her waist. She had no need to of course she has a wonderful figure and is really smart. I asked her what chronography meant but she had no idea. |
| "The Bard's Hall Contest" Tagging Ẃeβ࿚Ẃỉtcĥ and StephBee https://www.kspwriterscentre.com/retreatphotos https://youtu.be/tJZksO-zZI4?si=r5rAcn5xX-1vb1st Today being Wednesday I went to my local writing group. The venue is special as it used to belong to Katherine Suzanna Pritchard a famous Australian Writer. KSP, as it is known locally, hosts many would-be novelists, who come from all over Australia to the writer’s retreat there. There are quite a few writer’s cottages interspersed throughout the bush setting. We often host the visitors to our Writefree ladies only group on a Wednesday morning. I have shared the utube of one of the KSP writers who has written a novel about the latter part of her very interesting life. Katherine’s husband, the love of her life, and a Victoria Cross Medal recipient, was killed in WW2. She never recovered from his death. The old cottage dates back from 1896 and although it has been extended the rest of it is still usable and has quite an atmosphere. Check out the photos. It is set in the Perth Hills in Western Australia, a beautiful part of the world. The writer’s can expect to be joined at dawn and dusk by the local inhabitants. Kangaroos and Bandicoots and during the day, pink and grey Galahs, red tailed Cockatoos, and of course the resident cat. |
Tagged. Ẃeβ࿚Ẃỉtcĥ and StephBee As I was entering my blog for Blog City today, the prompt reminded me of a special animal in my life. Although this particular four legged creature was a part of my life when I was about ten years old I often think of her fondly. This special lady, her name was Marilyn, was a huge white sow. My mother had named her after the seductive, glamorous Marilyn Monroe and her glorious swaying backside. Marilyn (the pig) was a prolific breeder and regularly gave birth to thirteen piglets and never lost one. What a wonderful mother she was. As in all farming there’s really no room for emotions and the day came when Marilyn was sold to a neighbour. I, in my youthful ignorance, prayed it was not her final journey! Anyway, this gorgeous creature refused to get in the truck and the driver lost his patience. He hit her with a stick. Mum was furious and grabbed the stick and gave the startled man a piece of her mind. “I’ll walk her there!” she stated. The sight of mum and Marilyn walking up the road has stayed in my mind to this day. |
Prompt: Pets
Do you like pets? Why do you think some of us love pets more than anything? Did you ever have a pet that impacted your life in a big way? So many pets in my life have impacted me in a good way. They all brought laughter and tears , happiness and sadness, but that’s the price of having a pet. There was Patrick the budgie, Whiskey the cat, Guinea pigs, rabbits, Crazy Crabs and numerous goldfish. But dogs have always been the main pets. Childhood dogs are a distant memory, Jinx the dancing Jack Russell, Tammy the poodle, who was mum to a litter of gorgeous puppies, and Brandy the mixed breed escapologist. Each one took a little piece of that little girl’s heart. The four individual dogs we’ve had since living in Australia have all been wonderful each in their own way. But Lucy, who died a month ago, was just mine. I had her for my birthday 12 years ago. Before I decided on her as a pup I sat on the floor at the breeders and asked Lucy if she was going to be my friend forever, and when she was dying but could still hear my voice I sat with her again. We looked each other deeply in the eyes and I told her how much I loved her and thanked her for being my best friend. |
Tag. Ẃeβ࿚Ẃỉtcĥ and StephBee A strange, almost macabre thing happened to me yesterday. Just as the last of the daylight was about to disappear, I decided to go for a quick walk around the block, just to stretch my legs. I walked down our long driveway which is tree lined,— some of those trees must be over 100 years old with thick canopies. I had just reached the double gates when something dropped with a thud about a metre away from me. I stopped and looked on the ground. I wondered if it had been a bird suddenly dropping dead. I went closer, a little cautiously, but curious at the same time, after all, whatever it was had narrowly missed dropping on my head! I stared down at it in the gloom of the oncoming night and couldn’t quite make out what I was looking at. Then I realised. It was a headless baby bandicoot. The head had been neatly bitten or pulled off, the blood and flesh was still fresh and glistening. I stared up into the thick foliage, but couldn’t see anything moving. So I decided to go for a five minute walk before darkness closed in and then I would remove the headless corpse when I returned. But when I got back the creature had gone. Obviously the eagle or hawk had waited for me to move on before reclaiming his lost meal. It was sad for the bandicoot but at the same time the bird of prey’s chicks didn’t go to sleep hungry. Such is nature. |
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