Three Things Challenge # 284


Di at pensivity101 gives us three words to create a post in any genre. Her three things for today are:




Woe is me; O woe is me.

I went to my underwear drawer seeking a pair of briefs.

Much to my dismay, there weren’t any to be found.

Each and every pair were still waiting in the laundry hamper.

Woe is me; O woe is me.

30 Day Film Challenge – Day 1

















This challenge for July from SandmanJazz. seemed like something I would like to do.

Check out his blog and his entry for the first day of the challenge


 I actually have no idea of what movie I first saw at the theater.  My family usually went to the drive-in movie theater every two or three weeks. It was a very cheap evening. You paid by the car, and could fill the car with as many kids as you wanted. (That changed later.)    We would take a large brown grocery bag full of homemade popcorn with tons of margarine. A pitcher of Kool-Aid was our affordable beverage of choice. 


Before the movie started my younger sibling and I would play in the playground. We would usually be in our PJs because we would always end up falling asleep in the car.

There were typically two or three cartoons before the first movie. We almost always made it through the first movie before falling asleep. We rarely made to the second one. 

In my younger days I would be carried off to bed. At some point, I was too “big” and was awakened and had to walk into the house to go to bed.

The first movie I saw by myself at the theater was Mary Poppins. I was ten and sure I was old enough to go by myself. I was given a dime for the phone so I could call my mom when the movie was over. I left the theater after the Movie, not realizing that there was a second movie included in my ticket price. I called my mom and she wondered why I didn’t stay for the second movie. Being one who can think quickly, I told her I only wanted to see the Mary Poppins movie and wanted to come home.



What Day Is It Anyway?


It has been a very rough few days emotionally. I have locked my brain away. I tried to blog, but realized that I was unable to make sense with out seeming like a needy baby. But hey, sometimes that is how I feel. 


The weekend began with being triggered in a horrible manner by my PTSD perpetrator. I thought I was over that. I foolishly though because I had done so much work and they were not currently in my life, that I was safe. Then they came back and invaded my privacy and my friends and my well being. I won’t lie, I  broke down. Thank goodness I have wonderful members of my tribe who love me and care about me. 

Horribly, adding to the sad weekend drama, a family member lost a friend to suicide. It was such a devastating loss. I did what I could to reach out and listen to their pain. My heart hurts for them. To lose a life of someone so young is a tragedy. To know you could not change the outcome of a deeply troubled soul, does little to lesson the pain. One cannot help but wonder what, if anything, would have made a difference? The truth is this person needed help she refused to accept. There are so many suffering at the loss.

When I realized there were dear friends who would always love me and stand by me it made me feel so much better. When I realized there were people who say they are your friend, but believe lies without listening to the truth, I was sad again. So it has been a very tumultuous few days. 

My go to when I am hurting emotionally is to clean. It’s been that way for most of my life. I spent an inordinate amount of time working in my gardens. I can honestly say that as of this moment there isn’t a weed to be found in the back planters. Now the front, is another thing all together.

I also worked on my bookcases in the dining room as well as the living room. I removed 5 boxes of books to be given to the thrift store as well as one to my cousin. I finally, with the help of my spouse, removed the top half of a very heavy oak china cabinet. I was often in fear of another earthquake toppling the top part over along with the china and glassware in it. Before he returned from school, I removed the heavy glass doors and the glass shelves. He helped me take the top part off and take it out front. The dolly was a great help. I put a FREE sign on it with all the pieces attached. It wasn’t there two hours before I looked out front and it was gone. It made me feel good to know someone took it.

I cleaned my menorah collection. I gifted a few to family members. I rearranged the collection to show them off more. I was happy with the end result.

I moved some art out of my attic and rearranged the location of my pictures. I decided to donate any art still without a home to a thrift store. It makes no sense to have it residing in the attic unseen and unappreciated. Along with pictures, I donated boxes of tchotchkes. It feels good to purge items that once brought joy, but now are merely dust collectors.  I feel that my cleaning things out is a physical action for  dealing with my emotional pain. I hope to rid myself of things that don’t bring me joy.

Adding to my emotional sadness, yesterday I made the mistake of listening to the governor’s newscast. I have been doing a good job of news avoidance. Yesterday we were informed of the huge spike in Covid cases throughout the state. It is estimated that if things continue like they are, by mid July we will be out of hospital beds entirely. There are still foolish, nay stupid, people in my neighborhood having parties with 10 or more cars full of people joining in. Not a mask in sight. It makes me sad and angry.

 I had no idea all day what day it was. I have felt this way for a few days. I have not been reading, which I do when I am in a good place. I have not been blogging, which I miss. I have been emotional cleaning. At least I have not been emotional eating, that is one good thing. I need my days back. I need to not allow one person to do so much harm to me. I need to accept that I have a tribe of wonderful people who want me to be happy and who care about me. I have come so far in the last two years and I want to keep moving forward in happiness. Returning to blogging is a step toward being happy with myself. 

24 Hour Blog Question

Rory at A Guy Called Bloke asks :The Resonation of Relatability?

How important to you is it for you to have a level of resonation or relatability to the blog and bloggers you read from weekly or does it not matter and you read purely for the escapism, learning or entertainment factor and so on?

Do you like to balance your reading or focus on specific genres only?

Finally do you need to ‘get your blogger to get your blogger?’ or do you get the blogger anyway whatever?

Yes .. it’s one of those types of questions … well three really, but who is counting?

I need to have some level of relatability to the blogs I follow or why would I follow them. Relatability doesn’t mean that they are anything like me though. I actually enjoy reading about lives that are different from mine. That is what makes the world go round. I enjoy reading poetry that is far beyond my ability for the cleverness and quality. I enjoy the photography of skilled artists. I enjoy the fiction of gifted writers. I enjoy learning about how other people experience life that is different from mine.

The second question is answered above. I enjoy a variety of types of blogs, no single genre. 

I guess I do need to get the blogger. There have been a few I read and was lost. I usually try more than once before deciding it is not my cup of tea.   

It’s been a very long, very trying, very tiring day. I am glad I read many blogs tonight before hitting the sack. It gave me the energy to write a quick blog. 


PS: Missing Mom alot today. Maybe I should blog about it tomorrow.