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 The simplicity of my day to day. |
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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: Small Things What are some small things that other people do that really make you smile? And what are other small things that frustrate you? I can’t think of any single thing people always do which make me smile but when my granddaughter sends me a photo of her youngest little one, Ava, her always smiling face makes me instantly smile too. There are lots of things which frustrate/irritate me, which is sad really as I ought not to get irritated by anyone or anything. But hey, I never said I was perfect.😂 People who sit jiggling one leg as they sit waiting or whilst they’re talking, I always feel an urge to put my hand on their jiggling knee and tell them to please stop! I can’t bear speech being interspersed with lots of ‘you knows.’ I think ‘well no, I don’t know actually, that’s why I asked you the question.’ I get frustrated when I’m waiting my turn to be served and it feels as if I’m invisible and get overlooked. That happens a lot when you get older. Now I sound as if I’m a complaining old bat. 😱 |
| I had a beautiful day today. The sun was shining on my birthday after a week of rain. I have received so many birthday wishes from my friends here at writing.com and each one has made my day even better. My great granddaughter, who is four decided I needed a fairy garden in my garden. My present was a fairy garden in a box. It included two fairies, toadstools, butterflies and rabbits. She took them all outside and found the perfect spot. I wasn’t allowed to come outside until the job was complete. As it is going to rain she put nasturtium leaves to act as umbrellas to keep them dry. What more could make a great grandmother’s birthday the best.  |
| 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. |
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