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If you are on Facebook, you most likely have seen the black and white challenge. In the challenge, people are to post one black and white photo each day for seven days, no people and no explanations.

I participated in the challenge a couple of weeks ago and enjoyed it very much. Below you will find some of the photos that didn’t make it on to the Facebook end of the challenge.

 

 

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I know. Silly title. But at the moment, that’s all my brain can do, come up with quick and silly titles!

As most of you know, I’m participating in NaNoWriMo once again. I have been reading a lot of the posts in the various Facebook NaNoWriMo groups to which I belong. A lot of people need a push or a shove in the direction of finding some words. So this is for them and this is for YOU. Yes, you.

Below are some words, phrases, etc., that are meant to introduce a situation, character, sub plot, etc., into your writing. They may also be good ideas for blogging topics. My advice is to copy/paste them into a new document then add some spacing (maybe triple?) then print them out, cut them into strips and put them in envelopes, or into a jar where you can grab one at random. Sometimes it may take two or three together to get you going in another direction that can help your writing ideas. I hope you find something you can use!

right before my eyes

he/she was the stranger he/she would never forget

nothing but a broken umbrella

the loneliest meal

different kind of dream

being young

love moods

lonely in that way

down the flight of stairs

the hospital chapel

the bread had turned purple

the little things

he didn’t remember

if I had known

it wasn’t until

no one would understand

stop me, please

heavy hitter

not exactly best friends

control

first blush

photo finish

the last bus

conquer

personal power

just sitting around

light up the room

If only she hadn’t missed the bus

 

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I Forgot

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I forgot that I was going to try to post every day in November. I usually do it every year. I am still going to try, even if it is a short post or even a photo.

Today I don’t have much time to write the post I really want to write. I have about an hour before I have to be at my daughter’s to watch the crucial Game 7 of the World Series. We’ll see how long that goes. Last night’s game was short, less than three hours, if I recall correctly. However, there was also a game that ran over five hours a few nights ago. So who know?!

I will tell you that I am rooting for the Dodgers. I think I posted about them before. I haven’t had time to post a few choice Dodger stories but I might type them up if I get a chance and save them to post on different days to fill my every day in November plan. I’ll tell you that one of them involves my ex-husband and my late father-in-law attending a league play-off game back in the late 70’s. Another story involves my daughter’s desire to catch a ball from her seat…when she was all of about fourteen. I won’t spoil it and tell you what she came home with but I will tell you that I wish this mama bear had been there to fight for her girl! And yet another story involves what was then a record setting game for length of at home Dodger game that I attended when I was expected home much earlier and how mad my mama was!

Okay, enough teasers. It’s on to wait for that last game that will have a lot of fans in tears and a lot others in cheers. I hope I will be on the right side!

 

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Last night, Thursday, just like on Wednesday night, there was a peaceful protest against the Trump win. On Wednesday night it was peaceful but after the protest, there was a lot of graffiti left by Trump supporters, including swastikas, on buildings. Then came last night. The peaceful group assembled in Pioneer Courthouse Square (we’re talking Portland, Oregon) and began their march. Somewhere along the way, outside groups joined in and hijacked the main protest. The outside groups included at least one anarchist group that has been active here in Portland in the past. There were other groups but, because I am not sure of who, I won’t name them. Suffice to say that they were not the peaceful group which began the evening.

It turned violent. It turned ugly. It turned destructive. There were fights. There was spray painting. There was smashing of windows. There was rock throwing. There were fires in the street. The police were severely outnumbered. The group was about 4,000 protesters against a tiny police force. Portland has a total of 500 police, however they weren’t all on duty because things had been so peaceful. So there were just a small number of police against the 4,000 and that made it far too dangerous for the police to go in and break it up. So they marched and destroyed and rallied and got brave.

I wasn’t even aware of it. I had checked in around 6 pm when everything was peaceful. I forgot all about it. Then when I went to bed around 11, I turned on the TV. Lo and behold! There it was. Live. My heart sank. I hate to see that. There is no reason for it. None at all. I was tuned in to the TV coverage. The protesters were very angry. They would not disperse even when riot police confronted them and warned them repeatedly. Even when they were attacked by rubber bullets they remained. It was ugly. It was scary.

Finally, TV coverage ended when the police began to arrest people and things seemed to be cooling off. That’s when I tuned off too. That’s when my heart ached. That’s when I began to write this. I had other plans for today’s blog post but they, like the peaceful protest, were hijacked by these violent anarchists and whatever other groups were out there. My heart is sad.

The only good thing is that the police and the media are aware that the groups that were responsible for the violence and the vandalism were not the original group. That means a lot to me. And I hope that it will become clear to people when it is reported in the media in a couple of hours.

Hopefully, I can gather myself enough to post later on what I was originally going to post.

Violence is not okay. Vandalism is not okay.

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I remember when I was in seventh grade. It was the 1968 Presidential Election. Hubert Humphrey was the Vice President under Lyndon Johnson. He was the Democratic candidate for President that year. The election happened. He lost to Nixon. The day after the election, I was in first period, which for me was English. Our teacher, Miss Rossi, was in tears that morning. She was so upset that she couldn’t stop the tears when the bell rang and class began.

For that hour, Miss Rossi spoke of the election. Mainly, she spoke about the Electoral College and although I was in seventh grade, it was the first time I learned anything about the body that elects our president and vice president. Before that, we had been taught that we, the people, vote for and elect the president. I don’t know why the text books hadn’t told us differently when we studied the elections in fifth grade, but they hadn’t. That year, even on the morning after the election, it appeared that HHH (Hubert Horatio Humphrey) had won the popular vote but lost the Electoral College. It later turned out, once all of the ballots were counted, that Nixon did indeed win the popular vote (there was less than a 1% divide between the two candidates), but in the early days post election, it appeared differently.

That’s what I think about when I hear the term Electoral College. It didn’t seem fair then and it still seems like there should be a better way; one that better reflects the popular vote. I still think of the passion with which Miss Rossi spoke and I wish that more Americans had that passion. We, I think, are too complacent. We vote then we accept until the next time. We don’t do anything about perceived injustices until it happens again.

So this ThrowBackThursday post I dedicate to Miss Rossi wherever she is. I think she’s still around. She was very  young in 1968. It was only her second year teaching so probably around 23. I know that somewhere, Barbara Rossi is sitting with tear-filled eyes and wondering why we still have the Electoral College.

 

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I have prescription sunglasses that I wear, basically, only when I drive and because we don’t have a lot of sunny days, that’s not very often. In October we had 28 days of rain so you see, I don’t have to wear  those prescription sunglasses often.

On Thursday, I went to feed my daughter’s cats and it was sunny so I had my sunglasses on. When I got back, I went straight to my other daughter’s house, where the grandsons live. I walked in the door and Spencer ran over smiling. He took one look at me and stopped in his tracks. He started to take a step back. I asked him what was wrong and he said “Dark.”  That’s when I realized that I was still wearing my sunglasses. So I turned around, went to the car to get my regular glasses and went back in.  He ran to me and hugged me, laughing all the while and then said “Dark scary. No more dark, no more scary.”

That was my smile this week brought to you by 3 year old Spencer!

The#weeklysmile is a blog linkup hosted by Trent. Come check out our smiles and share one with us.

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