Mumbles … Sample

I have done it again.  No, I have NOT fallen off of the face of the earth, no emergency trips to the hospital, I even survived close contact with someone who had covid but DIDN’T catch it.  I have no excuses, so I won’t even bore you with a sample of my day to day but sufficed to say I have just been caught up in life and have not put a priority on WP.  I aim to change that to a degree.

I want to at least get three posts in a week.  I think I can manage to do a word of the day, a picture prompt or some other kind of writing to “stay in touch” with all of you.  I feel bad for just kind of disappearing lately, but time has just been flying.  I mean the Fourth of July is already past, in the blink of an eye summer will be here and gone so I need to get my butt in gear!

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I will sample a bit of cold pizza when I heat up a couple of slices for a leftover dinner… it is so hard to actually cook for just one.  I live too much of a processed food life!  (Any ideas on EASY and quick meals for one?  I can use all the help I can get.)  I will be seeing you in the next couple of days.  Keep life simple and take a sample of nature everyday for some needed self-care.  Best to all of you! 


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Mumbles … Thirty-three Years

Today is a tough day for me.  It was thirty-three years ago that I was thinking about our destination number one on our honeymoon only a few hours after we had said I do, taken pictures and done all the tradition reception activities.  We lived as a couple for nearly 22 years.  The last few were hard.  Alcoholism twists and torments a family until it is hard to recognize happiness.  I separated from my long term marriage sure I had failed.  But an amicable decision to divorce kept us on track as friends.  And an extremely short 2 ½ years later he died.

I will always treasure the good years we had and the WONDERFUL daughter I was left with to go on.  But after 8 years now, the death has still not killed the last of my love.  I will always keep it tucked away.  But I do yearn to find someone and wonder if there is a chance for a second “true love” for me.

I dated someone for many years, it was nothing like that “true love” and did not last.  In middle age I wonder if I will ever get that chance for butterflies in my stomach and yearns when we are apart… I have to always hold onto hope.

Here’s a little something I wrote…

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(untitled so far)

The day you said you were mine

Will always bring a smile

Although it ended tragically

It was wonderful for awhile

The laughs the smiles the tenderness

Were magical, yes it’s true

In the end it was broken

Our partnership was through

I can’t say the love was gone

It is still here strong today

It leaves me here now weeping

Wishing you hadn’t gone away

Forces have ways of changing

The life you thought you’d live

This night I sit in silence

Wishing for someone to give

The remainder of these feelings inside

A second chance for me to love

A person who will care again

And fit me like a glove

Mumbles … Heat

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I thought it was time for a little Mumble… and by the time the heat hits 90 in the next few days mumbling may be all I am doing as it is just too darn early to turn on the air conditioner (my opinion my change on that if we truly do have 4 days of upper 80s and low 90s). But I planned ahead when I saw the forecast and made my way to the store to buy a pedestal fan to circulate some air. It is merely 9am as I write this and already mid 60s and humid from yesterdays two inches of rain.

If you haven’t noticed, I am still not caught up with old posts, but I am still trying. I have however begun to try to hit the current posts of the day so I don’t double up on being behind. Little by little I will get it done. I really want to read all of the A to Z Challenge posts of those I follow so I will keep plugging away.

I just wanted to pop in and say hi. I need to go and open some windows to get the cool air in now. It was often a saying of my folks that whenever the temp was climbing higher to say, “We’re having a heatwave.” I just can leave that alone so here is the most famous heatwave I know of… Marilyn Monroe (sorry it is a pretty poor quality video).


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Mumbles… Bonus

I live… I did not dissolve into a puddle in the rain (for those days I am a close cousin to the Wicked Witch from Oz)… I did not forget how to type… I did not vacation in the stars on an alien spaceship… I have just been silent for a bit.

Life has gone on since I decided to stop writing daily posts.  I did not disturb some cosmic force by changing things and I feel more relaxed.  So, in my book that is a win.  I did not really intend to take a break from reading too, but it seems I have done that as well.  But I will shortly begin reading through post soon.  Since I am more than two weeks behind I will probably not comment a lot.  But I will read all I can!

Things have been ok… not great, but not awful either.  I have dear friends I connect with regularly and I know I would be lost without this communication and love.  Still have my doctor visits and health issues to monitor but day by day I continue.  AND it is getting nicer outside all the time.  Today they are expecting near 70 for a high… bring on Spring!

I am hoping to start posting more pictures again and I leave you today with a bonus.  This was a small bunch I poured out of my bag of baby carrots.  You take these little surprises with a smile and be glad your life has been enriched in some small way.  May you all find a little extra today!  (((HUGS)))

Mumbles … Itinerant

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Itinerant – a person who travels from place to place.  As a writer we are itinerant like, traveling from story to story through the words we weave together.  However sometimes there are roadblocks and detours, and that is where I am at.

I don’t want to hate writing.  I don’t want to lose my muse forever.  Some changes need to be made to assure these things do not happen.  I have been close to a post a day for 5 years now.  Lately I am struggling to get posts done.  It causes me anxiety and guilt which I don’t need to complicate my life.  So, I had to come up with a plan.

I will no longer struggle to post a daily word prompt challenge (sorry Fandango!) but that doesn’t mean I wont occasionally join in on the prompt.  I need to clear my head and sometimes the best way to do that is to write it out.  I will be writing more on my own whether it be what I am feeling, hoping, reliving or just flat out dreaming. I will still come close to a post a day, but I will no longer demand it of myself.

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I hope my readers will not be offended by this change in course.  I feel I am just ready to relax a little and regroup my life.  And my writing is a part of it.  So, this week I will begin some changes.  I hope you will all bear with me and stay along for the ride.  I can’t promise it will always be fun, but I will always put a little bit of me into all I do.

Thanks for reading and sticking with me.  May you all have a wonderful new month and remember Spring is just around the corner – HURRAH!


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Mumbles … Renounce

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I hereby renounce all claims that I am punctual.  Ok, maybe not all claims.  I can make it on time to about 75% of my appointments, I am good at picking my niece up and taking her to work and appointments, but lately on WP being prompt with posts…  NOPE!  Doesn’t seem like it is going to happen.  I “reset” with the new year and am now a week behind again.  How does this happen?

Partially due to an absent muse.  Partially due to just plain and simply life taking top priority… like Monday I have an out-of-town appointment so there is the hour drive, the stress of all of it (dr appt, my first time seeing this doctor and the drive through heavy traffic) and I know that will cause me fatigue… so not a lot of fully functioning hours to get done all that should be done that day.

I know I have mentioned the spoon theory before, and it is excellent in explaining how chronic illness only allows you so much energy.  Heck, after a day like Monday it has taken me out of commission for a couple of days before, depends on how it all goes.  But I do promise to keep plugging along.

Hopefully soon my muse will whisper in my ear again and I will not struggle so with posts.  I will do my best to keep up a post a day but make no promises.  And if it comes down to it, I will do a reset again.  But for now, I will just focus on what prompt is next and read all your wonderful posts I have waiting.  Thanks for being patient with me!  Hope you all have a wonderful week ahead!


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Mumbles … Variation

Appalachian Spring

I am sure you are getting tired of hearing this, but I love music, all kinds of music. When this word prompt came up my mind went back several years to my Music Appreciation class in college. There was one composer in particular that caught my attention – Aaron Copland. He was an American composer who did many great compositions.

One of the Copland’s pieces was “Variations on a Shaker Melody” from the Martha Graham ballet Appalachian Spring. In music a composer sometimes takes a theme or melody and will produce different versions of the melody thus creating a variation.

If you listen closely to “Variations on a Shaker Melody” you can hear the reoccurring theme or melody (in this case the shaker hymn “Simple Gifts”) many times. This ballet won the Pulitzer Prize for music in 1945. I hope you enjoy this song.


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Mumbles … Alcohol

I have a love hate relationship with alcohol.  That comes after being married to an alcoholic for twenty years, about 13 to 14 years of that I knew he had a problem.  The thing is, if he doesn’t admit to a problem, it will never change and believe me, I tried to change it.  Even once I got him to admit he did have a problem, he still didn’t want to change.  By the time he realized he would lose his family, it was too late, he couldn’t change.  It still makes me so sad and angry (at the disease not him) all at the same time.

When we first were together, we were young and doing what young people do – going out to hear bands play and drinking some.  There were even nights he wouldn’t drink as we had gone out of town to see someone play.  So, no problem, right?

Then there were shake ups at work and he had more to calm his nerves when he got home.  This was when the conditions started.  “Once this happens, I will quit.”  This was everything from work to a new home, a child, etc.  There was always a this that was not enough.  Then what I think sealed his fate… his mom died.

His depression was bad, but he wouldn’t get help; he self-medicated and with alcohol being a depressant it was just getting a lot worse.  He did try treatment, it only lasted a short time, he left before he was through the process.  He and I divorced… he said he quit drinking, but the proof was still all around.  Until one day, he died at home alone.

Alcoholism effects the whole family.  It made me crazy trying to find ways to stop him – hiding his bottles, pouring them out, begging, crying, yelling – but it was not my problem to fix.  It has been such a huge impact on my life.  To this day I still debate having even one drink.  I have somewhat come to terms with what happened.  I still feel guilty from time to time – if I had only done something sooner or demanded he get help or talked to other family about it.  But I had been too ashamed to admit that we were not a perfect little family.  And in the end, alcoholism took away my absolute best friend and love of my life.

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Mumbles … Prof(f)it

I am going to stretch this word of the day a little bit… just enough to make room for another F. The band Mason Proffit was a group I grew up listening to their music. I was too young when they were at their height in the 60s and 70s but we had albums my parents and sister played all the time. I still to this day know most of the words to the songs off the albums Moving Toward Happiness and Two Hangman.

I grew up mostly after the group had disbanded. I even heard through a friend that one of the Talbot brothers became a monk. All I know is in the 2000s I got a shock. Mason Proffit had reformed with a new group of musicians and was playing a concert in my state! I was over the moon and HAD TO go. I did. My sister, daughter and I all went to the show and the music sounded as good as ever. They even played a few new songs… but I was there for the ones I knew by heart. And they did not disappoint.

I will share the one song of theirs I used to occasionally hear on a local radio station back in the 80s. I will refrain from sharing every song I like (there are a LOT). So listen to the lyrics of this one and enjoy the many layers of vocals at the end.


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Mumbles … Schism

If schism was just strictly about division or separation, I have had my share of that in my life. But according to all I saw, it dealt with groups or religions that were split because of differing views and I don’t want to get into politics. I would really like to end the year with some more positive posts if possible. At the very least none forced or uncomfortable. So here is the thing, I did a search of schism and one of the first things that came up was a song by Tool. You know I love music! So, an idea was born to mumble a little and share the video. And that is how this post was born.

I figure other people may have shared this too since I am so late to the party. BUT, since I am so late maybe you have forgotten the song and rediscover it all over again. Ok… it is Sunday night with only a short week left in the year. Use your time wisely!


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