Sunday Poser #119- Who you are.

Sadje’s question for today:

Valentine’s Day is not something I care about. Love is a 24/7 emotion.

It’s little things that someone does for others never anything that you buy.
It’s showing your loved ones they can be sure you’re available to help or comfort them any time of any day.
It’s going without in order to give support.
It’s being present for your family and friends.
It’s thinking there’s no greater reward than seeing your loved one happy and safe.
It’s forgiveness.

Most of all, it is doing all those things for others because you’ve taken the time to know “Who they are.” not by trying to make them into someone that you wish them to be.

Question Time Over Coffee- 12-25-22- Family and Friends

Are you more socially or community-minded regarding people, or do you not think there is a difference between the two?

To me, it’s about family and close friends. The rest is just details.

On a scale of 1 – 10, how ethically minded do you think you are?
What behaviour do you consider to be ethical?

If you aren’t behaving ‘ethically’ at all times, then life is gonna be hard for you and the people around you.

Tattoos are a very personal lifestyle choice by those who have their bodies inked.

So – Do you think tattoos make people more confident or less?
Do tattoos look good on everyone?
[If you are inked, have you ever regretted any of your tattoos?]

I wouldn’t suggest what others do. Tattoos aren’t for me. [Just a guess, but people who tattoo their faces seem to want attention and/or fewer job interviews.]

What enrichment do you personally receive from being social?

It’s a wonderful way to test my own perceptions and values when I interact with decent, intelligent, people. I’m known as a gregarious person but I’m not really fond of socializing.

Have you become noticeably more socially isolated or socially interactive after the pandemic and the lockdowns? There may be no difference in your social behaviour; if this is the case, let me know below.

I didn’t even notice the lockdowns were going on. That’s how socially motivated I am. The views of others have nothing to do with my own measure of my worth so not socializing had no influence on my happiness. (My immediate family did not abide by any of the “idiotic” constraints either, so we acted normally.)

What would be your top sustainability tip?

Seems the topic of the day so, measure yourself against yourself – no one else. Self-reflection and self-improvement are the roots to being happy and fulfilled


We live in a world that treats being open and vulnerable as a taboo and something to be frowned upon, so –

Do you find it easy or hard to talk to your friends and family about your health?

I don’t bow to taboos-especially when it comes to free expression-, but I also don’t find discussing myself and my health much of anyone’s business. Perhaps, my socialization philosophy needs improvement? I’ll think on it. lol

What will you be doing this weekend?

Enjoying the warmth of family and friends and feeling deep gratitude for our Saviour’s birth.

As the writer and author of your blog, how connected do you feel to your audience?

Does your blog reveal too much, too little or just the right balance of you to your readers?

I’ve made a few deeply appreciated friendships. That was a surprise to me. Overall, I don’t write for anyone else’s approval but my own. In real life, I’m quite genuine and I imagine my writing reflects that.

If you were granted a day at being one of your favourite book characters, who would you choose to be and why?

One of the first books that I loved was The Jungle Books by Rudyard Kipling (NOT DISNEY)- I think I’d like to be Mowgli for a day communing with his animal family and friends.

What do you believe is the greatest threat to our planet today?

Human arrogance.

WQW #42-The Mysterious Sense of Touch

Currently, this weekly writing challenge runs from Wednesday through Tuesday at noon. All you need is at least one quote to go with your post. Share photos, and/or write a poem, story, or memoir. Just have fun with it and let the quote or quotes lead the way.

Below is a photo I took of my oldest granddaughter (when she was just a toddler) while she was making friends with a wild frog at a little pond that we set up at our forest get-away location. It goes so well with the Mitch Albom quote below, I’ve nothing else to add.

If you could pack for heaven, this was how you’d do it, touching everything, taking nothing. – Mitch Albom

Random Word Story #37- What’s Eating Bitsie?

Word generator words: sack, sashay, mature, weave, value, bat, organize

There’s a big difference between getting angry and going berserk. Some call the latter being “triggered”.  I’m not allowed to use that term. Mom says, “There’s no excuse for losing one’s cool, ever. People who say they’re ‘triggered’ are simply not mature enough to control themselves.”

I think Bitsie Banks was born triggered. She doesn’t ever say it… or use it as an excuse, though. Her world is just a whole sack of triggers. Maybe she hates what her grandma calls her “condition” or maybe she misses her mom and dad or maybe God just gave her an extra helping of the “angries”? Whatever it is, she doesn’t seem inclined to tell me and I ain’t askin’.

My Dad says, “Everyone has value. Some folks just hide it better than the rest.” I’m afraid Bitsie has hers buried where SHE can’t even find it. When she isn’t screeching her business to the moon, she’s as quiet as an owl swooping in on a mouse under that moon. There isn’t any in between. 

Bitsie lives with her grandma two streets away from our school. When my bus pulled in on Friday, I could see her cutting through the ball field. She usually ducks behind the bleachers and pops out of the dugout closest to the courtyard. It isn’t easy to keep her in sight. She’s three feet two inches tall with her shoes on and there’s a hedge along the infield fence.

By the time I organize my locker and head for homeroom, Bitsie’s always there in the front row. Today, her little chair is empty.

I know, for certain, that I’d seen her. She had her navy blue cardigan on and her usual ponytails were waving wildly from side to side. Bitsie could never be confused with anyone ‘cept maybe a peg legged pirate.
I lept to look out the tall classroom windows that face the ball field. It was empty! Just as the late bell rang, Bitsie came in with a bat over her shoulder. Her hair was full of leaves and twigs. Her sweater was torn almost clean off! That usual stomping gorilla-style gate had been replaced by an alarmingly uncharacteristic “sashay“. Bitsie’s chin lifted toward the ceiling and she winked at me as she passed. Whatever had happened, and whoever it happened to, Bitsie Banks had been the perpetrator NOT the victim.

At lunchtime, she’ll weave a tale Indiana Jones wouldn’t even believe and I’m the only person on the WHOLE PLANET she’ll tell! It’s gonna be hard to wait for this one.