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This story, fiction at that, is a result of the one word prompt found at oneword.com.

I couldn’t believe it. What had been a well planned getaway had turned into a nightmare. First i had not been able to sleep the night before my trip then, sleep deprived as I was, I stopped for coffee and as I took my first sip, I scalded my mouth and it blistered right away. I ended up having to spit the hot coffee all over myself. Then I jumped on the freeway only to find that there was an accident and then I got a flat tire. No way! I had just had them checked a few days before but sure enough, it was flat. I had to wait  auto club to come rescue me and by then it had started to rain and the traffic was all backed up.

When the tow arrived, they couldn’t change the tire because the spare tire I had wasn’t good enough so they ended up having to tow my car into the tire shop and I had to buy a new tire. Just what I didn’t need as my funds were quite low!

Once the tire was fixed I ended back on the freeway behind that accident. I found an alternate route, courtesy of my cell phone’s GPS, only to discover five minutes late that it was not an acceptable alternate route.

By the time I got it all sorted out, I had to deal with a torrential downpour and a multitude of accidents caused primarily by the bad weather.

When it was all over, I just wanted to go back  home. Forget about that condo at the beach which I was supposed to stay at. Forget the beautiful sunsets over the Pacific Ocean that I would be missing. Forget the delicious Margaritas at Don Francisco’s where I had planned to enjoy my favorite beverage with an order of pollo en mole. I just wanted to go home.

So much for that careful planning.


Oneword.com gives you a single word as a writing prompt and then they time you to sixty minutes. What you put into it is what you get out. Give it a try!

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I was looking through my blog posts for previous Decembers so that I could find a specific post to contribute to a friend’s December collection of blog posts. So far I haven’t found it but I ended up reading so many of the posts that I had all but forgotten. They are full of memories, some good and some not so good. In every case I found my throat getting dry and my eyes moist. And it wasn’t all about the memories that I’ve shared with my blog readers over the years. It’s about noticing that I haven’t written real memoir pieces in a long time. I’ve written very little memoir and very little fiction. I really want to get back to writing what this blog used to be about. If I do anything in 2017, that’s it. More writing, genuine writing of memoir and fiction.

So now I have to go back to looking for that specific post and maybe I will make a list of which ones I want to reblog for you here in December. They are full of memories, mostly from my childhood but also some from my married years and the early years after my divorce raising three children on my own. Lots of wonderful memories even though some of them are filled with enough tears to share with everyone.

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Last week, Anderson (6) and I went to feed my daughter’s cats (she was out of town). We ran a few errands and stopped at IHOP. I’m teaching him to read and as part of that effort, I point out signs and store names and whatever print I see that might be easy enough for him to try to read or sound out the letters. So we are driving home and we were passing the hospital when this happened:

Anderson: ER. What is that, Nana? Why does it say ER.

Me: That means Emergency Room. E for Emergency and R for Room.

Anderson: What’s Emergency Room?

Me: That’s part of the hospital and people that are very sick and cannot wait to see the doctor go there. When people are in accidents, ambulances might bring them here to the Emergency Room if they are hurt.

Anderson: I never been to the Emergency Room, right Nana?

Me: Actually, you have. When you were a baby you got very sick and your mommy and I brought you here to this Emergency Room. And in the summer, we brought your mommy here, too. Remember?

Anderson: Oh, yeah. Have you ever been to the Emergency Room?

Me: Yes, a few years ago I had to come here.

Anderson: Why did you come here?

Me: Well, I had some very bad pains in my chest and your mommy brought me here to see if I might be having a heart attack.

Anderson: I had a heart attack too. I get that some time.

Me: You did? When was that? Why did you have a heart attack?

Anderson: (First he thinks about it then…) Well, I was playing and something happened and there was a very loud very bad noise or something and I my heart stopped and I thought I was going to die so I had a heart attack!

Children say the funniest things!

The #WeeklySmile is a blog link up hosted by Trent. Come check it out. Remember that humor is the anesthetic of the brain. We all need that these days. Come see!

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The protests have continued in Portland but by all reports, they haven’t been violent and vandalism has been kept to a very minimum; mostly graffiti and that too has been very little. The riot squad was called in to “escort” marchers and supervise protesters. That seems to put an almost stop to it.

And then the really great thing…remember yesterday I mentioned that there were private citizens volunteering to clean up the mess and clean the graffiti? Well, they have continued and it appears that everything is cleaned up. So now this same group is moving on to clean up trash and graffiti in other parts of the city. Cleaning up what is not related to the protests. How wonderful is that? I think it’s an amazing thing to have this spirit of taking care of our city. It’s also a wonderful example for our youth. Some families are going out together to help with the cleanup.

My dad always used to say “no hay mal que por bien no venga” which is the Spanish equivalent of all bad things bring forth something good, or every cloud has a silver lining. I think this is an excellent time to remember this.

Have a happy week. Be good to one another. Help one another. And if you know anyone that lives alone and doesn’t have anyone to speak to, check in on them. They may be needing someone to bear witness to their fears and their feelings. A lot of us that live alone have no one to talk to; to discuss things with and so our feelings build up inside of us and tear us apart. Go check on someone. Be there for them.

Yes, even in bad times, there are reasons to smile.

The #WeeklySmile is a blog link up hosted by Trent. Come smile with us.

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It was a long time after I got my cell phone before I started texting, years and years. Finally,  in 2010, I have inin and got a Smart  phonephone. It allowed me to do so much more with my phone,  and from so many more places. And that’s when I started texting. I text a lot with my oldest daughter, hundreds of texts between the two of us each month. I text with other people occasionally but I’m more reluctant to do so. Why?    

Well,  I keep imagining the unsuspecting text recipient. Where are they? What are they doing? Who are they with? Are they in the bathroom? At work? In the middle of a meal? Are they with their boss? With their spouse? With their children? 

There are some people with whom I can text easily but then there are others did whom my texts might be troublesome. I don’t want to cause anyone any problem. 

How about you? Do you just go ahead and text regardless of what the recipient might be in the middle of?  Would you rather text than  call or email? 

Well,  I’m posting from my phone so hopefully not too many errors and I can’t add pics and tags so I’ll have to come back when the car isn’t moving.  

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