My daughter decided that she wanted her grandfather to help her learn about plants and the like and got him to agree to buy her some plants. My normal shopping day is Saturday for the household, so we went out shopping for plants and groceries. As it turned out, it was also Earth Day which neither of us even thought about until we saw it on Facebook later in the day.
The first thing my daughter wanted was Lavender, so we got this plant that her grandfather will help her plant in the yard somewhere.
She’s always wanted a real succulent for her bedroom (she has a fake one currently), so we got this beautiful little succulent.
This is the cutest little cactus I have ever seen!
My daughter is very creative and she decided to decorate her own pots!
Van Gogh is her creative inspiration.
This post is inspired by The Daily Post Weekly Photo Challenge.
I take a moment to pause
And smell the sweet scent of rain.
The air is crisp and fresh
As I walk down the lane.
The trees and grass flourish
Becoming a vibrant shade of green.
The flowers peak out of their buds
And in the sun they preen.
Winter is coming to a close
And Spring is in the air.
I pause once more to sigh
And say a little prayer.
May the new life of this season
Bring happiness and peace.
May all the world’s hatred
Breathe in and finally cease.
As written for The Daily Post
How many times
Do I have to remind you
That “later” is a misnomer?
It never arrives.
Later becomes now,
Which becomes later,
Which becomes tomorrow,
Which becomes never.
When will you understand
That time is relative
And nothing ever happens
That you could not prevent?
“Later” is a heartless word
That forgets time and space
And remembers the random thoughts
Of man’s own inadequacies.
Its is not a moment
Or essence of being that
Relates to here and now
But a failing of human existence.
Later is an absence of
Adequacy in endurance,
Tolerance for procrastination,
Endurance of space,
Resilience of excuses.
Written for The Daily Post
9-11, the 2004 tsunami, railway crashes, airplane crashes, bombings, war, terrorism. These are things many people think of when they hear the word “devastation”. For me, it’s more personal; more close to home.
Devastation occured the day the doctor diagnosed my mother with Stage 4 Small Cell Carcinoma
. The prognosis wasn’t a good one. Small cell is a rapidly moving cancer that barely leaves a five percent chance of surviving five years.
Devastation happened when my mother got through one chemotherapy treatment only to develop a blood infection that almost cost her the short life she already had. Two weeks in the hospital where they inadvertently stumbled across the proper antibiotic. Two weeks that cost her chemotherapy treatments.
Devastation was when my mother decided on home-hospice knowing her days were truly numbered.
Devastation was taking care of her in her last days, knowing they would be the only moments I had left with her.
Devastation was stepping out of the room, listening to her breathing, only to realize that I couldn’t detect her breathing anymore.
Devastation was going back in to check on her to find that she was gone.
Devastation was watching as my father and my kids cry.
Devastation was waking up from weird dreams and wanting to talk with my mother about them to realize she wasn’t there anymore to listen to my stories.
Devastation was losing the woman who had brought me into this world and made me into the person I am today.
Devastation was loss. Devastation was grief. Devastation was being left without her.
Privacy? What’s that? Is it that thing I had before having children? I’m uncertain. It’s been eighteen years, so I seriously don’t recall anymore. Since they’ve been born, I’ve shared my life with them, my home with them, my bedroom with them. When they were infants, I always had to share bathroom time with them. I remember taking them into the bathroom, strapped in their car seats, so I was able take a shower.
Angela, Aaron & Rose
Privacy is undoubtedly a thing of the past when you are a single-parent with twins. As they grew older, I took showers without them in the actual bathroom. But I still lack privacy in other ways. It’s been an adequately long time since I’ve had a date, but when I do, sharing the details with my kids is expected. Without kids, I could readily write of the date in my journal and leave it at that. If I experience a lousy day at work, I must share this with my kids (otherwise they drive me insane with their constant bickering with each other).
Rose & Aaron being silly
Even when I am writing I lack privacy. My daughter constantly asks me what I am writing. Often she reads my work. (Only when writing in a journal is my world private with her.)
I realize how terrible this sounds. Virtue can be found in lacking privacy after having children. I am never alone, which means I never need to be lonely. My children ask for details of my day at work because they are genuinely interested in my life. They never leave me alone because they want to be near me (few people with eighteen-year-olds can say the same of their children). My daughter is the best critic one might ask for regarding my writing. She regularly gives valuable critiques of my work and helps make my work better for it.
I enjoy the lack of privacy. But every now in again, it might be nice to experience utter silence.
*Sigh* That is not likely to happen in my lifetime.
Written for “The Daily Post” prompt “Privacy“
Is that even possible? To forgive somebody for causing you so much harm that it shatters you into a million tiny shards of glass? To forget the pain and trauma inflicted upon you?
Walking through life alone is a very difficult journey. Each step is more painful than the last. Especially when you feel the absence of the person who should be walking beside you. When you long to reach out for their hand along the way. When you speak to your love, but there is nobody there to hear the ache in your words.
How do you forgive that? How do you forget?
I don’t know if it’s possible. All I know is that I am forced to continue to take each step of my journey alone. I’d say that I will wear the pain like a badge of honor, but that would be a lie. Only one person can erase that pain and mend the shattered pieces.
But he isn’t here.
Written for: Daily Post: Forgive and Forget?
What is your least favorite personal quality in others? Extra points for sharing your least favorite personal quality in yourself.
You know those people who insist on arguing with you that they are right about something when they are clearly wrong? I really dislike that trait in people. For example, my ex-husband once insisted that Egypt was not in Africa. Seriously? Did he have a different map of the world from everyone else? I also had an ex-boyfriend who insisted that the Virgin Mary was not the Immaculate Conception. He believed that it was Jesus that was the Immaculate Conception. It wasn’t until he went to college and learned studied Religions that he finally admitted that I was right. People like that drive me crazy.
This leads me to a quality in myself that I am not entirely happy with. I tend to be argumentative. It is hard for me to let go of an argument even when it is clearly going nowhere. I have other traits that aren’t my best qualities, but this is one that people tend to get annoyed by about me. I know it, I recognize it and I do try to not do this, but I find it very difficult to change this habit.
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You have been named supreme ruler of the universe. Your first order of business is creating and instituting a holiday or festival in your honor. What day of the year is your holiday? What special events will take place? Describe YOU DAY in as great a detail as you can muster: the special foods we’ll consume, the decorations we’ll use…everything.
Apparently this particular prompt is highly controversial among some of the writers here and I would like to take a moment to address this. For some of them, they site religion as there basis for disapproval of this prompt. Some religions do not believe in any holiday that does not specifically honor God. Some others don’t believe in holidays of any kind. For those people, I completely understand their disapproval and respect it. But for those who simply disapprove because they believe the prompt is egotistical of a writer to place himself or herself as “supreme ruler of the universe”, I would like to take them back to their childhood.
Do you not remember playing dress-up and make-believe as children? Did you not pretend to be President or King or Queen? Did you not pretend to rule over “all the land”? Perhaps you didn’t, but I certainly remember doing so. It was fun. It was a time of innocence and creativity for my friends and me. I believe that this prompt is meant to bring us back to such a time. I still respect your choice to not participate in this prompt if it offends your sensibilities. I just wish to remind you that as adults we become jaded to such things and sometimes we need to go back to our childhood to remember the innocence of such creativity.
Now, as for my holiday, I believe I would choose my birthday, July 22nd, as my holiday. It is the day that my mother brought me into this world and my father first held me in his arms. It is the first day that I knew love unconditionally.
As for the food used to celebrate this holiday, I would like all kinds of food to be served. Mexican food, which is one of my favorites, pizza, pasta, Dr. Pepper, Merlot, Margaritas and vegetable platters. All of these foods I enjoy and would like the universe to experience each and every one of them.
Entertainment would be karaoke. It doesn’t matter if you can sing or not. Enjoy yourself and sing your favorite songs. It’s about having fun, and perhaps even facing fears.
I would also like to have several charities set up booths that people can donate either food items or money to in order to help make the universe a better place for everyone to live in.
My holiday would be for everyone to celebrate. No one would be denied entry. It would be to show the universe that we can all get along if we just simply set aside all the hate in our hearts.
A classic question, revisited: what are the five items you must have on a deserted island?
I would tell you that I would want my children with me, but, let’s face it, if I was on a deserted island the last thing in the world I would want with me would be my children. They would be annoying me left and right and I would probably try to find some way to hang myself just to get away from it. I love my children, but I doubt they would do very well without technology.
I would also say cell phone, but that would just be silly because I would assume there wouldn’t be a cell tower anywhere near a deserted island. Besides, how would I charge he stupid thing?
The question also specifically uses the word “items” so I would have to assume that putting my boyfriend on the list would be a no-no. So, without further ado, here is my list:
- A boat (because most people don’t think to include this on their lists).
- A large box of dry matches (it makes starting fires a hell of a lot easier).
- A hunting knife (used for hunting and cutting up twigs and stuff to build shelter and fires).
- Blankets (to aid against exposure).
- Clean water or a cooking pan to boil water (I’m assuming a deserted island is in the middle of saltwater).
- Deserted Island Wish List (kansamuse.me)
- Deserted Island? Yes please! (notapunkrocker.wordpress.com)
- Daily Prompt: Five Items (memorybankofthenocturnal.wordpress.com)
- Take five. (hopethehappyhugger.wordpress.com)
- Daily Prompt: Five Items (angloswiss-chronicles.com)
- Necessities On A Deserted Island (thelurkerslist.wordpress.com)
- Desert Island Day Dreaming (shakespearesgal2.wordpress.com)
- Ah..the Old “Desert Island Question…” (wendyalowden.wordpress.com)
- Bring me home (lifeisgreat0.wordpress.com)
Tell us about a conversation you couldn’t help but overhear and wish you hadn’t.
Do you know those people who are permanently attached to their cell phones as they walk through the grocery store chatting away with their “friends” about all their other “friends” and you hear about everyone’s dirty laundry before you are done picking up the milk and bread that you ran in for? Yeah, those people. What is with them? Is their conversation so important that they can’t call the person back after they are done with their errands? And then they look at the cashier like the cashier is dumb or something when they are only doing their jobs by asking them basic questions.
I seriously dislike those people. And then they get behind the wheel and attempt to drive while drinking their hot coffee and changing the radio station and talking on the phone all at the same time and they are confused when you flick them off because they swerved into your lane and almost killed you and your entire family.
Seriously people, absolutely no phone call is worth all that. Your private conversations should remain private and they can wait until you are not in a grocery store (or any other public place) and are safely at home in a non-moving vehicle. And, seriously, don’t even do it when you are not the driver. It is rude not only to the people around you but to the person you are talking to as well. Oh, and please, please, please don’t EVER answer your phone while you are in the restroom. There is absolutely nothing more disgusting than hearing someone flush the toilet.
- Daily Prompt: Hear No Evil (aliyahisstrong.wordpress.com)
- Hear No Evil (imagineimmortality.wordpress.com)
- Daily Prompt: Hear No Evil (The Daily Post) (lunasimaginationigloo.wordpress.com)
- Daily Prompt: Hear No Evil (aformofchemicalmadness.wordpress.com)
- Daily Prompt: Hear No Evil (tillysite.wordpress.com)