Umbrellas

My category ‘Pictures & Stories’ are posts with me writing a fictional, creative short story about a picture.

Umbrellas

Umbrellas –

As the sun begin to set for the day, the overwhelming feeling of comfort took over.

The daylight hours were coming to an end and soon the nightfall would be upon them.

Their time was limited and they would not be needed again until the next opening.

It was the beginning to the closure.

But the surrounding activities would continue for what seemed like eternity.

They would stand tall, yet unopened and wait again as they always do to be needed.

Cloud Dreaming

“Clouds come floating into my life, no longer to carry rain or usher storm, but to add color to my sunset sky.”

– Rabindranath Tagore

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“The sun always shines above the clouds.”

– Paul F. Davis

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“Nature is a mutable cloud, which is always and never the same.”

– Ralph Waldo Emerson

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“A cloudy day is no match for a sunny disposition.”

– William Arthur Ward

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Dank

My category ‘Pictures & Stories’ are posts with me writing a fictional, creative short story about a picture.

Dank

Dank –

Once again alone, Dank the duck sat quietly waiting for their approach.  Would they come this time?  He had forgotten when the last he saw them.  And how did he get left behind?

It seems like yesterday, but no it was already a couple of seasons ago, they were all here on their trek to the south, to the warmer climate.  Dank as usual would not stay with the group, but instead go exploring the surroundings.  He had been there before, but still the exploring brought new exciting adventures.  It only took 1 exciting adventure and they left and he was left behind alone.

Now it was time.  Would they come back this way?  Dank the duck sat quietly waiting for their approach.  Would they come this time?

Argent Match

My category ‘Pictures & Stories’ are posts with me writing a fictional, creative short story about a picture.

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Argent Match –

The chief meteorologist did not predict it, and the general population was surprised and alarmed.  The forecast was for clouds and rain and possible thunderstorms.  No one saw it coming and that day would be different from all others.  That day the method of forecasting the weather would change.

It started as an ordinary day and the forecast was the usual for that time of the year.  History was to dictate the day and all evidence was present – there were no questions.  The forecast was in place and the expectations set.

The day started as usual and expectations were met and the clouds gather in a mass of unknown certainty.  Then the change started and the meteorologists and others started their different views for the green sky.  The change in color was swift and the anecdotal signs could not be dispelled.

The weather preceded with the usual flare and burst of electrical fierceness and the skies began the outpouring of hail beyond believe.  Shelter of the unknowing was sought and upon the conclusion of the widest day in weather history, the result of unexpectant was viewed.

The ground was covered with the rare occurrence and history was made.  The argent match was equal to none – the population was surprised and alarmed.

It’ll rain a sunny day

Much of the United States is experiencing bad weather and here in Pensacola, we have our taste of winter as the last few nights have dipped into the 20s and the days were no higher than the 40s.  A couple of weeks ago, we received record rain fall and just this past Friday the local meteorologist predicted a high percentage of rain for that day.

Much of the weather recently has been a reflection of my moods, my thoughts and emotions.  Last Friday’s rain started falling quickly and with a vengeance immediately upon the return to our RV after an emotional doctor visit earlier that morning.

Yesterday in my post ‘expectations‘, I wrote about my visit with my Urologist Dr. P. to discuss my current pain I was experiencing and the details of my upcoming surgery.

This coming Thursday, I have my pre-surgical appointment at the hospital where my surgery will take place.  I suspect the usual blood work and tests will be performed and the signing of papers will occur.

One week from today my surgery will take place.

It was over a year ago; back in September 2015 when I noticed it, something was different.

Little did I know back that many months ago, I would be having a major surgery.  Little did I know my life would forever change.

I have always been honest here and have no reason to not be.  These past weeks while experiencing a great deal of pain has taken its toll on me not only physically but emotionally as well.  I have wept many times these past weeks not only because of the pain, but also because of my current quality of life.  I also have wept because I am frightened.  I am frightened about major surgery, recovery and the rest of my life.

I have survived many events and experiences in my life.  I have lived through 2 suicide attempts and a major depression.

I have had my share of struggles and overcame them and survived.  But this time I am frightened, truly I am.

To my family and those friends around me here in the RV park; I am strong, all will be good, I will be fine.

To you my friends here on WP, I am fragile, I am frightened and I weep.

I feel I do not have to be strong here, I am my true self, my faults, my weaknesses and my emotions and feelings are here.

This coming week will I continue to weep?

Most likely I will in the walls of my RV and in the walls of my mind.

I end this post with the following lyrics of a song that is from the 70s, you know I like my 70s music –

Someone told me long ago

There’s a calm before the storm

I know it’s been comin’ for some time

When it’s over so they say

It’ll rain a sunny day

I know shinin’ down like water

‘Puff’

What about Puff?

Google Puff and you receive these results –

noun

1.a short, explosive burst of breath or wind.

“a puff of wind swung the weathervane around”

synonyms: gust, blast, flurry, rush, draft, waft, breeze, breath

2.a light pastry case, typically one made of puff pastry, containing a sweet or savory filling.

“a cream puff”

verb

1.breathe in repeated short gasps.

“exercises that make you puff”

synonyms: breathe heavily, pant, blow

2.cause to swell or become swollen.

“he suddenly sucked his stomach in and puffed his chest out”

When I decided to write a post about ‘Puff’, I was not thinking about the Google results.  What was I thinking about?   Was I thinking about me as a previous smoker and puffing on a cigarette?  The other day, I was thinking that soon I will mark a year that I quit smoking and will most likely write a post about it – be expecting that post in a couple of weeks.  Then again, was I thinking about something else?  At that time, my view was the window and what was beyond it; my view was leaves of yellow, orange and brown and possibly of ‘Puff’.  Those leaves of color reminded me it is still autumn; and then a favorite song popped in my head by a trio of singers –

Puff, the magic dragon lived by the sea

And frolicked in the autumn mist in a land called Honah Lee,

From Spinditty.com

Puff the Magic Dragon

Is a song that I remember well from my childhood. As a little girl I would play this song on a record player and when the song ended I would pick up the needle and move it back to the beginning so that I could hear the song over again. I didn’t know what the words meant but just loved that the song had something to do with childhood and I loved being a kid. As a parent, when I actually listened to the words of the song and realized that it was about growing up and leaving the toys of childhood behind, it made me cry and chokes me up still. This song, by Peter, Paul and Mary, is an all time classic that every child, no matter what age, can enjoy.

Lyrics to watch for:

A dragon lives forever but not so little boys

Painted wings and giant rings make way for other toys

When I decided to write a post about ‘Puff’, what was I thinking about? Leaves of different colors or maybe smoking; then again it is autumn and the trees sway at times due to a short, explosive burst of breath or wind. Or maybe I was thinking about my childhood of long ago and the toys left behind; and my present grown up years, the here, the now & that, that which awaits me.

Lyrics from Puff the Magic Dragon –

One grey night it happened, Jackie Paper came no more

And Puff that mighty dragon, he ceased his fearless roar

we missed the storm

We missed the storm.

You may have heard about Hermine, the hurricane that decided to make its way to Florida this past week.  We missed the storm.

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When I lived in Texas we had hurricanes but I did not pay too much attention to them because living in the northern part of Texas, we never received the ‘direct hit’.  I never thought about the ‘direct hit’ aspect of a hurricane, it just was not a concern of mine.  Now it is, but we were lucky, we missed the storm.

Last week, it wasn’t that I was not interested in the weather or specifically Hermine, but I had other things on my mind.   I was not feeling well and therefore I had no interest in matters of the world, whether that be politics, world events or the weather.  I did not care, and I know I should, but I did not care.

The weather was at times on my mind ever so slightly as I did wish Hermine to go somewhere else besides here – we missed the storm.

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You see the current living situation is Gary, Roxy and I living in a 5th wheel in an RV park on the Pensacola Naval Air Station next to the water.  If Hermine were to come this way for a ‘direct hit’ or a near miss, we would have to uproot and leave for higher ground.  Me in the condition I was in last week, was not wanting to move and honestly would not be of any big help in moving to the higher ground.  So, I was being selfish and wanted and wished the tropical storm at that time; the now hurricane Hermine to go elsewhere.

The selfish me now feels badly that so many others are suffering as a result of the ‘direct hit’ and the near miss.  We missed the storm.

The weather here is calm, the water a little choppy, and the rain and wind held off.

When living in the northern part of Texas, we never received the ‘direct hit’ and therefore this was never important; I know now how important this is to many others in our country.  I appreciate Hermine moved to a different area for my own selfish reasons.  I regret others in my new state of Florida are experiencing the results of the ‘direct hit’ and the near miss.  I know Floridians are strong and resilient.

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The hurricane season has a new meaning for me in my new location.  Hermine decided to move elsewhere, but what about next time?

This time – we missed the storm.