Michelle, This is Love

In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “I Want to Know What Love Is.”

Michelle Weber wants to know what love is…

Love is that feeling you get when your life is greatly improved from having that person, or animal, or place or thing, in your life.

And, you are a better person because you love.

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My Ideal Saturday

In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Me Time.”

What would be my ideal Saturday morning? At the moment, I am sitting and watching it snow on top of the three inches we got last night. I have been going through my emails and wondering why there aren’t as many as there usually is. It’s cold and I have upped the heat in my home about 4 degrees higher than I normally keep it. But, to answer the question, what would be my ideal Saturday morning? This is it.

Doing what I want to do and feeling no pressure to do anything else.

I’m trying to figure things out with my technology addled mind. There is so much to know! I need to do something soon as my iPad has been acting up on me lately. I need to get a new computer but they are so expensive!

I feel fortunate that I don’t have to go out and brave the cold and snowy/icy streets. I also feel fortunate that I am warm and safe inside my home.

This Saturday, I am doing exactly what I want to be doing and being grateful that I am. And, being grateful for so much more.

First Light: Words

In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “First Light.”

With my mind full of cobwebs, my bladder screams into the fogginess of the webs, jolting me awake to get up and take care of it. It’s cold. I can’t sleep if it’s too warm. Immediately I pull on my ridiculous but ridiculously warm, one piece pajamas and stumble into the kitchen to turn on the coffee pot. With that comforting and familiar sound of the coffee rumbling into a delicious brew, I turn on the morning news and next turn on my computer to sift through the WordPress emails that have flittered in during the night before.

I’m thinking, I might need toothpicks to hold up my eyelids. Okay, maybe not. I take a drink of the hot liquid and my mind gradually snaps into the present. I begin laughing, ooouuing and ahhhing over all the wonderful words that have filled my inbox. I delight in reading and answering them.

Can you see me? Can you see my lips formed into a permanent smile as I read your post and view the photographs you have so artistically taken? Do you feel what my heart feels when you say something profound and heartfelt? Do you feel the closeness toward me that I feel toward you when I am reading your words that you so creatively and lovingly woven together just for me to read?

It is through our words, our beautiful words, that we share our own private world and friendship with one another. I sincerely hope my words are as beautiful to you as your words are beautiful to me.

Transport to Childhood

In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “The Transporter.”

Tell us about a sensation — a taste, a smell, a piece of music — that transports you back to childhood. ~ Daily Prompt 02/10/15

Sometimes, not all the time, but sometimes, I have to have hot cocoa and toast for breakfast. This is my comfort food breakfast and it takes me back to the time I was a little bitty girl. All I wanted for breakfast was cocoa (hot) and toast. Of course, my mother made the best. She made the cocoa from scratch, using milk, Hershey’s chocolate powder and sugar. There was no instant cocoa or pre-made chocolate milk. It was carefully and lovingly made from scratch. And the toast wasn’t instant popup toaster toast, no. It was buttered bread broiled in the oven to perfection.

The joy of eating this delightful breakfast was the careful dipping of the buttered toast into the hot cocoa and eating it dripping with hot cocoa and running down my chin. It was my ultimate happiness breakfast and made my day begin on a happy note and a full tummy.

It isn’t the same eating this delicious breakfast as an adult as it was as a little child, but it still makes me feel warm and fuzzy inside and I think back to that little girl that loved every squishy bite.

Teacher of Impact

In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Teacher’s Pet.”

Tell us about a teacher who had a real impact on your life, either for the better or the worse. How is your life different today because of him or her? ~ Daily Prompt 02/01/2015

Laurna and Murna were two sisters that lived down the road from me and were my best friends in second grade. We ate lunch together every single day. One day at lunch, as usual, we were together in the lunch line and got separated by tables. I was the last one to be seated at one table and they began the next table. I was anguished over our separation. I stood up and over the noisy crowded room yelled, “Laurna, Murna!” They didn’t hear me, so I yelled again.

Suddenly a teacher who was on lunch-room duty came and grabbed me by my arm and yanked me up from the table. She told me she was taking me to my teacher for a spanking. I had no idea what for! Why was I getting a spanking? Because I yelled for my friends? Apparently, it was because this lunch duty teacher had motioned for me to sit down and I didn’t mind her.
The truth is, I didn’t see her motioning for me to sit down.

When my teacher got back from lunch she took me to the back of the class behind a partition and walloped me several times with a wooden paddle. I happened to have on jeans that day so it was very painful.

After my paddling, I laid my head on my desk and cried for the remainder of school day. I was humiliated and I had been punished for something I didn’t know was wrong.

About a month after this happened, we had eye tests at school and it was discovered that I was near-sighted and needed glasses. I didn’t see that teacher motion for me to sit down because I COULDN’T see her.

I think the impact that this had on me wasn’t the fault of my teacher that only carried out what she was told to do, but of that old cranky prune that picked me up by my arm and marched me to the principal’s office.

Burned and Burnt

In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Burnt.”

Remember this prompt, when your home was on fire and you got to save five items? That means you left a lot of stuff behind. What are the things you wish you could have taken, but had to leave behind? ~ Daily Prompt 1/30/2015

Yesterday my house was suppose to be on fire and I was suppose to grab five things to take out with me (the family and pets were already safe). I wrote that I had been in a house fire before and that you do not take five things with you, you simply get out.

Today I am going to write about those five things I was suppose to grab and take with me and other things I would feel the loss of if they burned.

First, I would mourn the loss of my purse

Second, I would mourn the loss of my iPad and blue tooth keyboard because that is what I do all my computer work on.

Third, I would miss my camera, even though it isn’t the best on the market, it is the best for me at this time of my (no)skills of photography.

Fourth, I would miss all my art paraphernalia; pencils, erasers, measurement devices, circle templates, line drawing devices, special drawing pads, books, rulers, leads, etc.

Fifth, I would miss my clothing. Although my clothing is nothing special you don’t realize how important it is until everything you own (and wear, including under garments) are all burned and you have nothing to wear except the clothes on your back. (In my case, I was asleep when it happened so I had on a nightgown). As a footnote, the day after this fire happened, I had to call my employer and tell him I couldn’t come to work because I had nothing to wear (because of a fire) and I was fired (and he was fired shortly after).

Sixth, (this should be higher on the list, but it didn’t occur to me until now), I would mourn the loss of all my paper photographs and photograph albums.

Seventh, I would miss my Password Vault.

Eighth, I would celebrate life. I would celebrate that I was still alive and that the things I mentioned above are all replaceable except the paper pictures. Yes, I may mourn the things that I have lost in the fire but I will celebrate that which did not perish. Me.
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Depth from a Porch

In response to The Daily Post’s weekly photo challenge: “Depth.”

Although I took this photo during our last snow, this is what it looks like here in the Four Corners today.  It is cold and snowing. This probably isn’t a good photo to use for depth but I’m using it anyway.

A View From my Porch
A View From my Porch