Daily Prompt – Jan 7 – Sanctuary of Solitude

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

A sanctuary is a place you can escape to, to catch your breath and remember who you are. Write about the place you go to when everything is a bit too much.

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[One again playing catch up so I might do several of these over the next couple days….or not.]

Guess I have to admit to retreating to my bedroom. Not always because I need to escape, mind. It’s a place I go to get things done without anyone interrupting. Not that it works well for that, cuz the door is always open to anyone who walks in or calls from one or the other phone, or both at the same time, which can get busy, or whatever (however) has a mind to need something only I can give, so it’s not actually a place I can go for privacy, but it goes have that warm, back to the womb feeling. I can wrap up in my favorite super soft fleece throw and the “kids” I.E. my seven adorable, demanding, play-with-me little dogs via for a place of prominence next to me, basically pinning me in place until I can convince them to give me breathing room <g>

All in all, it works for me. My own company bores me. I need the interruptions, I guess.

When Blog Grows Up….

In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Be the Change.”

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Well, since my blog is about whatever I want to write at the moment in time, guess I’d like this site to be a place of indulgence, debate and expanding minds by sharing thoughts. Both mine and the folks who comment. Sharing ideas is the beginning of acceptance. That’s what the end game of this site could and should be.

Happy, Happy, Joy, Joy

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

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We cry for lots of reasons: sadness, pain, fear . . . and happiness. When was the last time you shed tears of joy?

That’s a hard one. I don’t cry much. When I’m pushed to tears it’s more than likely that one of my seven children have done something thoughtless or cruel. Yes, they can do that. They’re kids.

That’s not to say they can’t be wonderful and thoughtful as well. Lord in his heaven knows I adore each and every one of them. They are my eternal joy and my everlasting hell. You folks with adult kids, or even younger ones, likely know what I’m saying, hey?

But this entry is supposed to be about the joy, and after last year, Oct 31st, 2013  through the beginning of Oct this year, the joy has started coming in. We’ve bought the house that replaced the one destroyed in the flood at long last, after a YEAR of going through the process, well I’m thrilled, but no tears. Sorry.

Guess it could be because my babies get upset if they see me crying. And then the phones start to ringing cuz the kids, well the girls,  have a hotline that could put law enforcement to shame.

But wait. Got it…..wait for it, dear readers, this is a good one.  I do believe the thing that makes me cry for happy is romantic comedy. Yeah, you know those sappy final scenes where the couple have gotten through the hell that is their romance and lovely dovey commence. That chokes me up big time [cheeky grin] Hey, you asked.

Gallimaufry is….Revisited (and where I’ve been)

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Soooooo….it’s been ages.  There’s a new year on the horizon.  Resolutions for a better year are in order, right?  Let’s see if I can get back into the swing of this writing thing.
That said, wordpress.com is running a daily prompt for bloggers.  Figured I’d give it a go.  Todays prompt is…. Drum roll, please…….
Hindsight
Now that you’ve got some blogging experience under your belt, re-write your very first post.
Well, my very first post was to define the previous blog, which I just happened to name the same as this one.  Boring, right. Maybe so, but ya get what ya get. Deal, my lovelies. Deal.
Okay, good then. Gallimaufry, aside from being damn hard to spell, still means a hodgepodge or a jumble.  (See how I mixed that bit up by turning the words around?  Ain’t I ever so cute?).  The definition still holds for what I want this page to be. Hey, I’m an opinionated bitch. What else is new?  But now there is a source for new input. Don’t you just WISH I hadn’t found that?  God knows what I can do with an actual direction. Maybe even get back to writing. (shiver).
Some of you might be wondering if I fell off the face of the planet in my absence.  Almost, my friends, almost.
We were caught in the Halloween flood of 2012 in Austin. The house was a total, in as much as black mold took hold. The county has that problem now…not that their to concerned. Last month they plowed over the entire lot.  Biddy-bye-bye, house.
Anyway the black mold may have given me C.O.P.D. At least something did and I didn’t have it until the mold, so I”m blaming that by default.
After the county bought the house, which my daughter owned, I moved in with her until we could find something else.  And low and behold, ended up in the hospital for septis. Doc said if I hadn’t gone to  hospital when I did I wouldn’t have made it through the day. But here I am.
Was in hospital for a month.  A month, I ask ya. Who stays in hospital a bleeding month. Me, that’s who.  Yuck!
Anyways…., we found a new house on an acre of land in a nice, small community near Austin.  Love it here, even if I do have a mountain of unpacking and organizing to do.
Since we moved in in November I’ve held a Sweet 16 for my granddaughter, thanksgiving for the family and Christmas eve supper and Christmas dinner (Because they couldn’t all get here on the same day). Not gonna do New Years. This house needs a  quiet moment.
Time to end this. I’ve bored you all long enough with the dreariness of my last 12 months.
Want to wish ya all a happy new year, and hope Christmas was all you hoped for.
Leave a comment, and spread the word about this idiot page, if you would. I’d love to hear from all the folks out there.