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My Daily Walk (Writing Skills Task #1036)
We (my husband and I) moved out to the country in north Texas a year ago, onto a little piece of property of about 2 acres that needs some work. It has many wild areas full of vines and trees and so far, I have contracted poison ivy three times. No more clearing of wild areas for me! I do take daily walks around the property in the open areas and always take my camera with me. You never know when you will see deer, hawks or strange insect creatures. One funny creature that meets me on my walk is our next door neighbor, Fonzie – a white pit bull…
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I Have Begun Painting Again
The last time I painted a picture was over 50 years ago, as a teenager. I am into photography and have been for years but a few weeks ago my daughter asked me to paint a wooden plaque for her friend’s new grandbaby and I agreed to do it. When I got my materials ready, my fear of picking up the paintbrush almost paralyzed me and I thought to myself ‘why did I agree to do this?’. As I always do when fear tries to take over, I said a little prayer and asked God to restore any talent I had from way back. I am happy to say the…
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A Barn Surprise
(In response to Writing Task 652, a fictional story based on an old barn photograph I took while on a road trip in the country) As I walked this property that was for sale I saw a barn in the distance. It was a nice Fall day to venture out of the city. My heart skipped a beat because I always wanted a place with an old barn. I was finally in the position to look for my own place and was looking forward to check out this abandoned acreage. It was listed in the newspaper for a reasonable price. The location was in the north and in the rural…
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The Pillow Fight
I only had a few pillow fights in my youth and they never ended up well. The pillow fights were only with my sisters. I was the oldest sister and naturally I got overly rough with my two younger sisters. They would end up crying and I would end up in trouble with my parents so the ‘fun’ was not worth it. When I saw this topic I started to think about those pillow fights and wondered why they escalated to the roughness. I suppose it was because I had mean streak in me and actually enjoyed bashing them about with a harmless tool. They would end up falling off…
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The Ring Sisters
Task 603 – The Ring Sisters Sisters have a way with each other. Either they are friends or in a bitter feud. Well, usually it is the feud when they are teenagers. Sophie is a precarious girl, 16 years old and the oldest of 5 girls. Her next sister, Ruby, is 15 years old and is quite the independent spirit. This causes a bit of friction between them, you would think the oldest would be the confident one but Sophie is insecure. Perhaps it is because she is 5 foot 10 inches tall and has been the tall one all her life. Her sisters do not seem to have inherited…
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The Empty Pitcher Poem
Task 601 Poem for the Empty Pitcher The empty pitcher was on the table Made of glass it was now clear That it once held water is not a fable Now I need more of it I fear To find fresh water is often hard to do This dusty country is way out there A well is many steps from here, ‘tis is true But it is a chore that I must rightly bear The water is nice and cool from the well And filling the pitcher is satisfying to the soul It is good for the body I can really tell So today I must fill…
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A Trip To Remember
I am not a camping freak like he is but in the spirit of doing things together I agreed to go when he burst out with “Let’s go camping!”. We were thinking about a mini trip on the Memorial Day weekend coming up. We both receive major holidays off from our jobs so Memorial Day weekend was the “perfect weekend for us to go to my favorite spot” my honey said so enthusiastically. I was happy that he was happy and besides that was at least a month away so I would have time to get mentally prepared. We had a rough time of our relationship the past year so…
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Be Quiet – A True Story
Are you sure you want to do this?” I asked a bit hesitantly. She said “Be Quiet! You will wake my mother.” I slowly pulled on my dark hooded sweatshirt and we hopped out her creaky bedroom window into the cold night. It is a wonder her mother did not wake up. We were 15 years old going on 21. We thought we could slay the world as best friends forever. Our mission for the middle of this night while the city was sleeping was to see what kind of mischief we could get in to. We found a portable bathroom at a construction site (in the U.S. it is…