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This is where I write my thoughts, feelings and my daily trials, tribulations and happy things
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| Prompt: Sudden Changes What would be a sudden change for you that could be acceptable? Do you handle changes well, and which kinds of sudden changes are you most able to face and work with? I can’t say I enjoy sudden changes, they can often be unwelcome. One can get in a rut it’s true, but there’s something comforting about sameness. I like a change of scenery, although going on an extended trip away from my usual routine can be unsettling. I’m always pleased to come home. But big changes like the unexpected death of a friend or family member can devastate me and find it difficult to adjust to the fact things have changed forever. I’ve made some massive changes in the past, the biggest being the decision to leave everything and everyone and move to the other side of the world. I was happy to uproot my life, but I was in my twenties and looking for an adventure. I think the older one gets changes are unsettling. I’m having trouble thinking of a sudden change I’d find acceptable. Winning a large amount of money would be ok but I’d probably just give it away to family, but that would bring about changes in their lives which I’d enjoy seeing. |
| Prompt: Writing Prompts Is it easier for you to answer a writing prompt than come up with something on your own? And do you think writing prompts are helpful to you, and if you do, which kinds of writing prompts do you look for? Yes, it's easier to write to a prompt than without. I like prompts which make me think about what my opinions are on a subject. I also like those which make me think originally, something like a quote for a short story or a character prompt. "What a Character," for instance. The thing with me though, for the WdC official writing contests for example, is I enjoy having time to think for a week or two before I begin to write. At my local writing group if there's time after everyone who has writing to share has finished, we do a writing exercise. Some of the group are in their element and write beautiful, descriptive and original pieces without any trouble it seems, whilst I struggle to think of anything worthwhile. That's because I need time. We are all different I suppose in the way we approach our writing. |
| Day 2608 July 10, 2025 Prompt: What is the best daring thing you have ever done? Write about this in your Blog entry today. Thanks for the prompt which reminded me of the day I went with my daughter to photograph her and her friend abseiling. I stood with her group listening to the safety talk and then the roll call of those who were participating and had paid for the morning’s instruction. Guess the surprise when my name was called. I said ‘Oh no, I’m just here to observe.’ But no. My daughter had paid for me to join them without my knowledge as a “surprise “ It was a surprise alright. When the time came for the first one of us to do it, I surprised myself by saying that I’d go first! I just needed to get it over with! I was terrified and couldn’t believe I was walking backwards of a cliff edge. |
| Prompt: A Pew Research study reported that extended family households are the most common type of households worldwide, with 38% of people living with extended family. Nearly half of people in the Asia-Pacific area live with extended family, while only 11% of North Americans do. How do you feel about living with your extended family members yay or any? Are there advantages in doing so? And what potential disadvantages? There are many pros and cons to living with extended family. I have experienced both. My husband and I have had all three of our adult children returning to the fold, some with children of their own. Being back to being a couple after children have left is both exciting or boring or a little of both. When you’re in the midst of child raising, the thing you most look forward to is when they’ve grown up and gone. But, as I have advised many a doting parent who is sad when their first child leaves home, is to not worry, and to enjoy the respite because they will return. And they do, over and over again. Eventually though, you’re on your own, they’ve left. But years on and you might find you’re the one who needs a hand. To manage the garden, or to do something which requires climbing a ladder, or even to clean the house. It’s at that juncture when living with family starts to look inviting. I think the qualifier here is that the house should be large enough, and for you to be old enough to enjoy the perks of multi generational living. But without being on top of one another. Being close to grandchildren can also be tiring and yet they’re going to grow up knowing their grandparents, which is not always the case these days. So before you leap at the chance of living together, everyone needs to be aware of the pitfalls, but at least give it a try.  |
| Prompt: What are you reading? At the moment I’m reading Jodi Picoult’s The Storyteller. I’m enjoying it so far. I think it’s probably one of her older books. I liked her a lot at one time but they became a little formulaic I thought. But after a few years break I decided to have another go. My last book was the Glassmaker by Tracey Chevalier. It was a tremendous read I thought. It covered a huge time span but with the same characters barely aging as the story progressed. Sort of magical realism I suppose you’d call it. I don’t read an awful lot as when I have the time to sit and read I find myself logging on to WdC! |
| Think about the last time you cried. If those tears could talk, what would they have said? It’s strange you should prompt us to answer this question, as it was just yesterday. What did those tears say? They were a mixture of emotions, mostly negative I’m sad to report. I rarely cry, never when I’m expected to. I have friends who can cry when listening to someone else’s bad news, even when it concerns someone they don’t even know. Their tears seem to be always there, ready to fall at the drop of a hat. When my mother died, many years ago now, I was expecting the bad news. I was on the other side of the world and was awaiting to hear from my brother who was with mum. I had just spent three months with my mother in England and we’d spoken freely about her impending death. We had said everything there was to say. So when I got the call, I and my family were away camping with friends. There was no mobile at that time and I’d asked my brother to phone the camp site when she died and they’d let me know. I didn’t cry after coming back from the campground office where I received the news. Our friends and my children and my husband were waiting for me to return. I just crawled into our tent to be alone with my thoughts, but didn’t cry until three months later when some little personal things my mum had saved for me arrived by mail. Then I couldn’t stop crying . But back to yesterday my youngest daughter, who I’ve supported and loved all her life told her father that he was the only one who cared and that I had never been there for her! Never supported her. He tried to tell her that that wasn’t the truth and I had always been the one who’d often had to convince him to forgive her. Those tears were for not being remembered for the millions of times I’ve helped her, and for being dismissed and mistreated and hurt. |
Tagging ⱲєbⱲitϚћ is 18  and StephBee  I was speaking to someone today and the term ‘peace of mind’ arose during the conversation. It led me to thinking, what actually is peace of mind and how can it be achieved? It is of course a state of being, yet as simple as it sounds I wonder how many of us actually live with it. I discussed it with my husband to assess how he was feeling, and asked did he have this elusive state of being. We spoke of times when we had found peace which had lasted more than a fleeting moment. It seems there is always something/ somebody which/who disturbs our equilibrium. My extended period of worry free time was when we took our tiny caravan and travelled to the Kimberley Region of our beautiful country. We were both over sixty and retired from the business we’d had for forty years. We both felt we were too young to retire and while we were in Broome in a caravan park we both took a course at the local Technical College. John achieved his Coxwaines certification and I a certification in tourism. We both joined the local gym and picnicked each evening at the beaches. We lived like that for six months until the impending Wet Season sent us back home to Perth. I loved that time, just the two of us, away from family dramas. There were no mobile phones at that time, or at least we hadn’t found the need for one. So not being able to be contacted, day and night, gave us peace. Perhaps it’s the endless phone calls, texts and emails which are robbing us of the all of the very important ‘Peace of Mind?’ |
| Prompt: "We all have our time machines. Some take us back, they're called memories. Some take us forward, they're called dreams." Jeremy Irons In what ways and how do you think memories and dreams are related? This is a great quote from Jeremy Irons, I never thought of memories as time machines before. But yes, that’s just what they are. We can close our eyes and step into the Time Machine and choose which ever past era we wish to visit. Of course the longer one has lived there are more of those eras, or perhaps we might refer to them as decades, to choose from. On first reflection I thought there was no connection between memories and dreams, after all aren’t memories factual? But the mind plays tricks and those memories are probably not trustworthy but have morphed into the stories we tell ourselves. As for dreams, these night time imaginings are uncontrollable and daydreams are simply wishful thinking. |
Tagging ⱲєbⱲitϚћ is 18 and StephBee I often mention in my writing items of news I find interesting in Australia and wonder if the same concerns are happening all over the world. I realise that WdC members mostly come from the USA but there are many who live in various parts of the world and often what’s affecting us, usually is affecting everywhere. What caught my interest this week was the way our children write. Apparently cursive handwriting is not being taught as well or insisted upon as it was years ago. It makes perfect sense to me that children have lost, or never had in the first place, the art of beautiful handwriting. Their constant use of the keyboard precludes them from practicing handwriting. My grandmother, born before the last century had very little schooling. She left at aged 12 yet until the day she died her penmanship was something she was always proud of. Does it matter that people simply print these days when they’re forced to write something other than a list? Are we willing to accept it, that’s what I’d like to know. Perhaps it’s just in Australia that our kids are missing out on being able to write in cursive handwriting. But I read an article today which suggests when we are using cursive writing it gives our brains time to think. Please let’s not lose this, or outsource it to AI. https://www.nytimes.com/roomfordebate/2013/04/30/should-schools-require-children... |
Tagging ⱲєbⱲitϚћ is 18 and StephBee Entry Nine. Bard’s Hall. It’s winter here in Australia and although we don’t experience the low temperatures and snowy winters as some countries do, after a very hot long summer we do feel the cold. The nighttime temperatures are down around five or six degrees centigrade now. Of course winter means illnesses, we are in the middle of a flu and Covid epidemic at the moment in Perth. My husband and I have had both our flu and Covid boosters during the last few weeks. I know many are sceptical about vaccines, especially the Covid one, but if they are effective in preventing us from getting really sick then I’ll keep on having them. We’re so fortunate in the fact that science keeps coming up with new medicines and cures, yet I still believe one day there’ll be a virus which succeeds in getting the best of us. Covid tried but failed thanks to the vaccine. One way of ensuring one will become sick it seems, is to travel by air. We always wear masks when we fly. We’ll be flying in five weeks when we go to Queensland visit our son and his family. Thankfully it’s not a long flight, but the only direct Perth to Cairns flight is the red-eye—as the midnight flight is called—and flying at that time when I should be in my bed, doesn’t agree with me. But the things you’ll do to see your grandchildren. |
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