Mumbles … Unorthodox

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Something unorthodox is out of the ordinary, against the norm, not following the rules.  This year is certainly unorthodox but today I heard news that shook me to the very core… frightened me more that any ghost or ghoul could this time of year.  The end of a 54-year tradition. There will be no broadcast of It’s The Great Pumpkin Charlie Brown.  It is a break from tradition in such an unorthodox way it almost makes me cry.

This year is crazy enough for kids.  This summer they didn’t get to go to the pool.  School is not normal still.  They can’t have birthday parties at Chuckie Cheeses.  And a lot of communities are recommending no trick or treating.  Don’t take Snoopy away!

Ok sure, you can watch it if you have Apple TV, but how many families can afford that right now?  People are out of work and out of patience.  Don’t leave them without the Great Pumpkin! (Don’t worry though, I am safe. My daughter bought it for me a couple of years ago.)

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(And as a bonus for a friend….)

There once was a businessman named Fred

Who dressed in the finest of thread

But it was quite unorthodox

How he wore flashy socks

When he met with the department head


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Mumbles … Scream

I scream, you scream, we all scream for ice cream!  Ok, so maybe there was no ice cream but there was cake!  I missed posting last night as it was my birthday, and I was fortunate enough to spend it with those I care about.  It started with a few posts on Facebook, I got serenaded on the phone by a dear friend, got special gifts in my Animal Crossing game, had dinner and played cards with my daughter and her fiancé, and then went back to spend the late evening with another friend in Animal Crossing.  It was a wonderful day.  One of the best ones I have had in a while… but I think it was because I only took half of the new med I have been struggling with.

Today it was back to the regular dose and I slept off and on through much of the afternoon.  And I know sleep is not far away tonight as I took my meds earlier for a morning scheduled doctor’s appointment.  I just really hate the way this med makes me feel and it has really done nothing for my anxiety.  Today my boyfriend came to give me some cabbage to chew on while he was putting together a large salad for dinner… I saw his hand and was terrified I was looking at spider legs and freaked out.  Yeah, my anxiety is still alive and well.

So, I have one more week of this shit.  Then I will see my doctor again to discuss my lack of progress, actually I think things have gotten worse.  If there is not a change of some kind I really will scream. BUT in the meantime, I will remember having a good day on Saturday.  After all I finally got the elusive blue rose in my Animal Crossing game! 


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Mumbles … Dignity

The word I am writing for tonight (yes I am still sadly behind) is dignity.  After the text my boyfriend got all I can think of is death with dignity.  His mom sent him a message that his brother-in-law has stage 4 stomach cancer.  This news does two things.

I want to do what I can to let him know we are thinking of him but obviously at stage 4 a get well soon card is out of the picture.  He has always been a rather withdrawn man.  At family gatherings he tends to be pretty quiet and often will pick up his guitar and just play softly whatever comes to mind.  A friend suggested some kind of music for him to listen to.  I guess he is pretty weak but is now on a feeding tube and hopefully can regain some strength.  Maybe listening to some music would be good for him.

And then the ball is back in my court with another why.  Why does this man who dotes on his grandkids have to face his mortality so suddenly, but I had cancer, beat it and am still alive?  I guess the answer is that cancer is not fair.  Not fair at all.

So, back to death with dignity.  There are so many questions now.  Does he endure chemo to the bitter end or is that a different risk in itself that is feared.  Is he going to be one who just wants to go home and be with family for the time he has left.  But then again there is Covid 19 in the picture and in his weakened state he would be very susceptible to any kind of virus.

The next few days, weeks or maybe months will play out the way they will, there is really no stopping them.  I wish him the best and hope if there is a greater power now is the time to show some mercy please.

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Mumbles … Elucidate

Elucidate … let me explain.  This is the word I am supposed to write for but I really don’t have it in me right now.  Still not adjusting to my new meds; I feel like a zombie most of the day.  Tomorrow the whole family will gather here for dinner and birthday celebration (4 birthdays within about a month and a half).  Followed by a friend from out of state visiting on Monday for lunch.  I have cleaning to do and I am already wiped out.  Still have to wrap the presents too.  Something has to give so this is a poor excuse for a post… maybe I can make it back on later and do better with the next word.  Right now it is time for dinner.


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Mumbles … Inexorable

In-ex-o-ab-le

Adjective – unable to stop or prevent

This is so my life right now.  All the way from my place in the world, the nation and right here at home I am unable to stop this merry-go-round life.

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Of course, I have concerns about Covid.  I have asthma so I “qualify” as one of those high-risk people (hurray for me).  My boyfriend is a front-line worker as a cashier, so he has lots of contact with the public, while also being a high-risk winner with both diabetes and high blood pressure (go team!).  The state of Iowa has been called a hot spot with new cases ranging from the 600 to 1000 area each day.  One of the biggest concerns I have is my daughter and her fiancé have a January wedding planned… where will the numbers be then?  Will they be able to have a big wedding?  These questions ring out every night when I watch the news and see outbreaks everywhere.

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Things have not been good nationally for quite some time.  I am not one to talk a lot about politics but where the country is right now is downright scary.  We are so divided and unable to have any sense of calm expressed by our current leader.  With the replacement of Ruth Bader Ginsburg being shoved down our throats I fear for the future.  And elections always frustrate me.  Just ONCE I would like to see a candidate step up on a platform of their own beliefs and qualifications instead of running down what their opponent did or didn’t do so far.  So, I get to the point where I mute the TV ads and try to find the real facts somewhere.

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Closer to home the doctor has prescribed a change in my medications that is causing a great deal of fatigue.  She added one med, took one out and increased the dose of an “as needed” one to a twice a day occurrence.  I take my night-time meds and you can almost bet that twelve hours later I will either still be asleep or will be fighting a great deal of fogginess and a lingering medicated haze.  And now that I have been on this regiment for a month anyway my doctor offers this advice, “your body will adjust to it eventually and it will work.”  Which translates in my head to “You’re on your own sister, just live with it.”

While I don’t think I have ever used the word inexorable in my daily life, I sure do feel its presence.

(A note before I leave… the medication switch is a big reason I have fallen back in my reading and writing for prompts.  I WILL someday be caught up again.  And I will read all you have written I just may not have time to leave a lot of comments.  Thanks for your understanding!)

Written for Fandango’s One-Word Challenge (FOWC) – inexorable

Mumbles … Television

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The prompt I am writing for is a week old… OMG, how did I get so far behind!?  Please forgive me.  This new medicine routine I am on is really kicking my but.  Plus I have added pool therapy twice a week I need to make time for.  If I could just have a couple of good days I think I could get caught up, but naps keep sneaking up on me and my boyfriend is on a leave of absence for a month and so I am spending more time with him which means less writing time.  Speaking of writing… let’s talk television.

I grew up in the era of a tv in every room.  Ok it wasn’t to that excess, but the living room had one, a small portable in the kitchen, (why I don’t know but,) a small one in the bathroom and then of course one in the bedroom.  Although growing up my sister and I shared one and it was never on at bedtime.

By the late 70’s the television became a toy too… the Atari 2600 game system and space invaders and pac man hit our house.  My dad even designed holders for the joysticks so you could have a more arcade like experience… and it was easier to get a high score.

The 80’s came with cable television and many more choices.  Then I grew up and work and family life took a lot of my tv viewing away.  There just wasn’t time for it.  We more often would use the set for VHS and DVD viewing.

Now the news is just depressing.  There aren’t many good shows on anymore.  I sit here today taking advantage, as I often do, of the music channels my cable company offers.  Listening to a little adult alternative today while I write.  And the music leaves me less distracted for reading prompts too, which is what I should go do to try to catch up some more.  Do you have a favorite television show or channel?


Written for Fandango’s One-Word Challenge (FOWC) – television

A (little) Mumble… Ramble

Tonight that muse of mine is rambling around in my head somewhere. but she refuses to come out and play with the word ramble. So instead of forcing some half-hearted post I turn to what speaks volumes without saying a thing sometimes… music. This time is does say something about a man who is on the move, a Ramblin’ Man.

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Mumbles … Blog

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I just recently got a notification that I hit my 7-year blogiversary here on WordPress.  Now that milestone is a little misleading as it didn’t become a “regular” posting blog until August of 2016 when I found the WP daily prompt.  So, it is more like a 4-year blogiversary.

But there was another milestone I passed recently and that is that my number of posts crossed the 2,000 point.  In fact, I am almost 100 past that point.  My goal of getting a view from Greenland has still not happened.  And my next goal to pass is the number of followers … I am in the 900’s now and look forward to that 1000 mark.

The blog is essential for me to “stay sane” as I often write out my feelings in one form or another.  But that is not to say it is all doom and gloom.  There are good days and I do fairly well with a little bit of fiction writing too.  By far though the best part of blogging has been meeting some great people and wonderful writers and photographers.  The blogging community is unlike any other.  We support each other and truly care.  I have made definite friends here.

My blog is a day behind, so I need to go read, read, read.  I thank each and every one of you who are reading for the first time to the 2,000th time.  My readers make this a lot more fun!  (((HUGS))) to you all!


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Mumbles … Equivocate

At my friend’s Zen Garden

I am finally within a day of posts… whoo hoo!  I think that means it is time to celebrate.  To unwind and relax a little.  And what better way to relax with a nice night of fishing, bug catching, watering flowers and talking to the neighbors.  Many of you will not understand that last line, but a few of you are bound to be out there that know all about a little game on the Nintendo Switch called Animal Crossing New Horizons.  It is just the latest in a series of Animal Crossing games from Nintendo.  And they are all a lot of harmless fun.  No violence, no swearing (well, unless you lose a shark off of your fishing rod!) and lots of cute animals.  I have a ACNH pal I play with quite often by visiting her island and then her visiting mine.  One particular night we were joking around, and the idea came up for a band name or a song called Pocket Full of Sharks, as we had caught many sharks that night fishing and you store them in you “pockets” until you can sell them.  I took up the challenge and a set of lyrics was born.  I envisioned it as a metal or at least rock beat.  Anyway, she said I had to publish this on WordPress as she found it quite funny.  So, indulge me for a moment while I step partway off of the sanity steps and delve into a little late night craziness that is…

A Pocket Full of Sharks

Pocket full of sharks

Pocket full of sharks

Great white, hammer head, whale sharks for me

On this island sharks are best you’ll see

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First day on the island

I was alone and a little scared

But neighbors came to join me

And together we positively faired

Now don’t get me wrong

I do more than fish

But my favorite kind

Can’t be found in any dish

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Pocket full of sharks

Pocket full of sharks

Great white, hammer head, whale sharks for me

On this island sharks are best you’ll see

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With the bugs I do not bother

Because then I’d have to hear

Blather’s go on and on

Until the museum was clear

Clear full of arachnids, beetles and bees

If it weren’t for the branches

I’d never shake trees

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Pocket full of sharks

Pocket full of sharks

Great white, hammer head, whale sharks for me

On this island sharks are best you’ll see

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Now watch out for the suckers

They only try to tease

You think you’ve got a saw shark

But your dreams fly on a breeze

So when you see a fin

Don’t run and scare it away

It could bring you a fortune

Each day you find to play

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Pocket full of sharks

Pocket full of sharks

Pocket full of sharks

Pocket full of sharks…(fade)

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Now before I forget… equivocate.  Many parents equivocate to their children about Santa. There, now I did my part for the word of the day.  Ha ha!


Written for Fandango’s One-Word Challenge (FOWC) – equivocate

Mumbles …. Assume

Everyone knows it.  It popped into my head the first time I saw the prompt.  To assume makes this (ass) out of this (u) and this (me).  I feel like I have made an ass of myself the last week or so.  I have not had many creative juices flowing and have fallen behind again on my daily reading and prompts.  But if all goes as planned I will only be one day behind by the end of tonight.  And I am hoping I can catch that up before Friday.

So don’t go assuming I have vanished from Word Press it just isn’t true.  I am plugging away as best as I can.  Be prepared for a little more activity until I get squared away with the days.  In the meantime I need to go write some more.  I hope everyone has a great week!

Now enjoy this song with assume in it that I think is pretty relevant about now…

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