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| Blog City ~ Every Blogger's Paradise" Day 2433 January 4th, 2025 Why does January feel like a year- long Monday? I’m not sure about the rest of January but that weird time after Christmas, until at least the first week in January, seems to be a fog when no one knows what day it is. I can hear myself saying, ‘It seems like Friday’ or asking, ‘What day is it?’ all the time! I’m always in a hurry for January and February to be over. Yes, I know I’m wishing my life away, but I’m not a summer person, much preferring autumn and winter here in my home city of Perth Western Australia. I love falling leaves and log fires, electric blankets and soup. I must admit though the stone fruit and berries at this time of the year a plentiful and delicious, especially mangoes, blueberries, raspberries and peaches. I know the song by the Boomtown Rats, goes: I don’t like Mondays, but I don’t mind Mondays. It’s the beginning of a brand new week, when anything is possible. Perhaps I should view January as a time of renewal too. |
Use these words in your entry today: sixth, elegance, spirit, frozen, sense, January, termination, and maneuvers. If I had any sense at all I wouldn’t imagine when the clock ticked over into another year that things would miraculously change for the better. The spirit of whoever decides fate, doesn’t miraculously realise that on January the first, time becomes frozen, the slate wiped clean, and the termination of all things bad and the beginning of all things good. But no, it’s not to be, real life is still in charge. By the sixth attempt at convincing myself otherwise, I feel it would take many difficult but elegant manoeuvres to outrun the problems which life inevitably throws at all of us. |
| Have fun with these words: explode, promote, reasonable, density, composition, compose, moment, prediction, reconcile and shallow. I felt almost ready to explode in the Christmas traffic. Normal, reasonable people seem to lose their equilibrium as they attempt to find a parking space. This time of the year is when you realise the density of the town or city in which we live. There are too many people, and my prediction is we will soon run out of space altogether. I took a moment and tried to compose myself as I drove around and around in the heat of an Australian summer. I attempted to promote a feeling of goodwill and to reconcile myself to the fact my fellow sufferers were all frustrated too. Turning on the radio I was assailed by Christmas music, simple musical compositions which have withstood the test of time and as I sang along in the crush of slow moving vehicles I attempted to lift my shallow thoughts and find some Christmas spirit. |
| Blog City ~ Every Blogger's Paradise" Day 2420 December 20, 2024 Write an acrostic poem about Winter Solstice. Yup, it will have two stanzas one with the first letter of each line spelling winter and the second stanza with the first letter spelling solstice. Have fun. I can't wait to see what you come up with in your entry. Wishing it were summer, when the Icy winds bite harder. Nights becoming darker, longer, colder. Turning away, turning away, from the warmth of the sun. Earth’s North Pole shuns the sun. Until one magical moment Reverses, a little each day. Just a little each day. Sun lies low in the sky, lies low. One special day it’s over, almost as soon as it began the Longest night is over, The sun stands still, Infinitesimal is that time before Changing direction, moving closer to the sun, Eager now to warm the earth |
Prompt: Never giving up? "If you fall behind, run faster. Never give up, never surrender, and rise up against the odds." Jesse Jackson What do you think this quote means? Is it a good idea to never give up on something, someone, or some project that seems like a dead-end? Do you give up easily or are you the kind of person Jesse Jackson was talking about? I think I’m the sort of person who enjoys learning something new but never really masters it. The only thing I’ve ever really done which has kept my interest is writing. I’ve improved over the years so it proved to me that writing is the same as any other endeavour - it takes practice. There are somethings which are hard but one knows you can’t give up on no matter how hard it gets. Being a parent is the hardest thing I’ve ever done. I’m sure we’ve all began a diet and given up, I know I have. I used to smoke, but that was over forty years ago. Now I can tell you, giving up smoking was difficult but it was the best thing I’ve ever done for my health and wellbeing. I don’t like to think I’m a quitter. I know I can be dogmatic and refuse to let something beat me when someone tells me I can’t do it. I remember a time when I was much younger and fitter, my husband had built a fishpond and a fountain in the centre of a small courtyard. I thought it was much too big for its position and asked him to move it. But he loved it and had spent many hours in building it. The more I asked the more he refused until one day he told me, ‘If you want it moved, then you can do it on your own!’ So when he was at work one day I did just that. It took me all day to smash the fountain, remove the fish, empty the pond and using a wheelbarrow shift all the sand, cement, and bricks into the garden trailer. My husband was astounded when he returned. |
On this day in 1982, the first execution by lethal injection took place at the state penitentiary in Huntsville, Texas. Charles Brooks, Jr., convicted of murdering an auto mechanic, received an intravenous injection of sodium pentothal, the barbiturate that is known as a “truth serum” when administered in lesser doses. What are your thoughts on executions? Are you in favor or against and why? This subject is one which tests one’s moral/value compass. Australia and the UK no longer have the death penalty. There are definitely times when I feel the death penalty is called for, especially when there is no doubt about the guilt of the person. But could I be the one who administers the punishment? No, I couldn’t. No matter the mode of death, be it hanging, electric chair, gas chamber, or lethal injection, I personally couldn’t do it. So what right have I to expect someone else to pull the lever, turn on the gas, or administer the poison? There would always be that lingering doubt in my mind, the accused may yet be innocent. I know the bible asks for an eye for an eye, but by killing a murderer aren’t we perpetuating the crime and what the accused has done? Have we the right to take a person’s life? Who decided that it was okay? For some people being incarcerated for the rest of their lives is worth than death. So let them suffer in jail, deny them their freedom, and let them think about their crime until they die a natural death in prison. |
| On this day in 1992, the world's first text message was sent by a test engineer for Sema Group. 32 years later, how dependent are you on text messaging? Oh, my goodness. What would we all do without texts? The first texts were not until 1992, imagine all those years we’d managed to communicate without our phones. In the scheme of things the speed in which we have embraced this technology has been more than rapid it’s been phenomenally fast, up to the point of not being able to exist without them. When I watch movies which predate the mobile phone I find myself wondering why the character didn’t just pick up his/her phone and call!😂 As for texting I wonder if it’s not robbing us of our voices and even confidence to have a conversation. I have to admit they’re very useful if you just want to pass on a bit of information without getting caught up in a long conversation, but those unexpected conversations can add something nice to one’s day. Children and young people are becoming increasingly unable to converse naturally and there are even classes now at school in the lost art of conversing with another human! Of course another downside of the technology is the willingness with which people text without thought. They often write content which they’d never say verbally. Plus on social media they can hide behind their keyboard, tell lies, spread rumours maliciously. I often wish the mobile phone had never been invented, that we could go back pre internet. Back to the days of making a date/time/place and simply turning up without the need of texts such as I’m on my way- I’m running late- where are you?- just go ahead an order, I can’t make it Texting makes it easy to break dates, tell lies, etc. I think we’re all dependent on texting in 2024. How can one not be? |
| I remember this event very well, although it didn’t affect me personally. We had emigrated to Perth Western Australia and been living here for two years. Cyclones were a foreign concept to us. We awoke on Christmas Day to the news that a city called Darwin had almost been wiped off the map. It was hard to imagine a weather event could cause so much damage and heartache. Events of December 1974 The northern Australian city of Darwin was devastated early on Christmas morning 1974 when hit by the tropical weather depression that was given the name Cyclone Tracy. As the eye of the cyclone passed over the city between midnight and 7am on Christmas morning, torrential rain fell and the winds were officially recorded at 217 kilometres per hour prior to the Bureau of Meteorology anemometer being destroyed. Houses and other buildings disintegrated under the onslaught, accompanied by the sounds of flying debris and breaking glass. Records have identified 66 names of individuals who perished as a result of the cyclone (53 on land and 13 at sea), and many more were injured. Seventy per cent of Darwin’s homes were destroyed or suffered severe damage, and all public services – communications, power, water and sewerage – were severed. There was a song written about the event. https://youtu.be/UsQfeROpd5c?si=hBGzLvikDP9J-HIf  |
| Prompt: Write a story about a turkey. A tiny speck of daylight caused Trevor to stop his sudden obsession with pecking. He crouched back down into the darkness and calmed his panicked breathing and waited. Nothing bad happened. With one eye open he dared to peek. The bright light was still there, the same light, the same size, nothing frightening. Another tentative peck and the light increased. Trevor was no longer scared and pecked some more. Soon his head was in the light, and suddenly felt a sense of achievement and knew this was his destiny. Freedom. A few weeks after his birth, Trevor and his brothers and sisters were loving their world and their new plumage began to grow, covering the mottled brown and white fluff they’d been born with. He found the new feathers quite itchy at first, felt a little gawky, uncomfortable and gauche. He discussed these feelings with his siblings and found he wasn’t alone in that respect. His mother explained it was a natural progression and that soon he’d be a fully fledged, adult turkey. But soon he realised his family were beginning to avoid him, they told him he was different, there was something wrong with him. His new feathers were blue! Spurned by the flock he despised his blue feathers, he was different. All he wanted was to fit in, be the same. Trevor was a sad, lonely turkey. The days were long, no one wanted to be near him in case they caught the blue disease. But things took a turn for the better for Trevor. The man who fed them each day began to bring other human people to visit his turkey world. They stared and laughed and pointed at Trevor. At first this made him feel even worse about his difference and wanted to hide from their gaze. However the other turkeys realised they had a celebrity on their hands and that there were benefits. The visiting onlookers brought extra food for all when visiting their famous brother. Trevor was a celebratory, his picture was in all the papers. He was washed and cleaned, his claws painted blue to match his glorious plumage. The others felt drab in their ordinary feathers and complained. But Trevor forgave them their cruelty towards him. Eventually he fell in love with a turkey called Tessa. Tessa and Trevor watched breathlessly over their first clutch of eggs as the first crack appeared. Tessa hoped at least one of them would be as blue as their father. |
Prompt: I'm looking forward to December because. I'm not looking forward to December because… I’m not looking forward to December because it heralds the beginning of a long, hot Australian summer. Although I’ve lived here since 1972 I still despise hot weather. November this year has been kind and the Jacarandas are in full bloom, their purple flowers make a carpet underneath the canopies. High twenties centigrade is my comfort zone and anything in the thirties is uncomfortable. As for forty plus! That’s bordering on madness. I’m looking forward to December because it’s the last month of this year of poor health for both my husband and I. We’re looking forward to 2025 being a year of no doctor’s appointments. Also December means I’ll spend quality time with my family. |
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