Stories untold…

“Stories”, a Facebook feature, creates an avenue for sharing. For a limited period of time, people can post whatever they feel important, funny, even ridiculous. It’s kind of a fun app with the ability to get creative with music and graphics in order to make your story stand out a bit more. I like to focus on things a tad thought-provoking, sometimes supportive with a hint of needed valuation for those who take the time to read my offering.


Humor and things more political, well, I save that for Instagram, always with one eye over my shoulder for the IG Police. Call it my dark side, trust me, we all have one and the person in the back of the room exclaiming “not me” can be in the darkest corner of all. It’s human nature, you know? Those things we say behind closed doors that we would never spurt out in public? Certain areas of social media provide that platform for people with the hiding behind a name and professing everything from insults to idiocy. Free speech or just the breakdown of a public facade that would find someone’s mainstream friends and followers…shocked?


Whatever. How many times do we witness a situation, an event, and have to stifle an emotional response out of fear of being castigated by others? Quite possibly, our reaction might be shared by different people, they as well, also hesitant to speak out and vent.


At present, we’re theater-goers, sitting in a vast audience of the constant world drama on the stage that surrounds us, clowns to the left, jokers on the right and feeling absolutely stuck in the middle of almost undefinable chaos. (Had to work in the lyrics of that song, don’t judge me.)


Good, bad or indifferent, this is life at present. We all know where we’ve been and are hard-pressed to figure out what lies ahead, it’s a crapshoot at best. As I frequently say, and much too often, I so weep for the future while desperately grasping a few threads of positivity.


Meanwhile, I’ll venture back into finding some words of deep meaning to share, in an effort to ignore all things negative while convincing myself that there is hope out there. Somewhere.

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Off to see the wizard…

It’s been a while since there has been something to really, I mean really, look forward to; am I the only one in this universe feeling this way?


Looking back on the past few years of turmoil, on so many levels, possibly I can see a few arms raised in the distance. So much of life has been continually placed on the back burner, saving all involved wishes and hopes for another day, when things get better.


I say…enough!


Most of us are like passengers on some train, hoping that the next stop will be the right one, the place to bring us some normalcy, some peace, hell…a needed change!


With great pleasure, I’ve circled dates on my office calendar, noted same on my phone and on my work schedule. In a few weeks, I’m outta here, off to see the proverbial wizard; off to sunny skies, warm breezes and, the best of all, a long overdue visit with family. Of course, this trip will mark a very important occasion, the college graduation of our oldest grandson and all due celebration involved. As with all of my grandchildren, he is remarkable. Accomplished and focused on what I know will be the brightest of futures ahead for him.


There’s a great deal of feeling very fortunate with this upcoming trip. Mostly that my husband and I can be there to share in the celebration and help to fill the empty spaces left by the paternal grandparents who were a tremendous part of our family circle. We know their love and admiration for our shared grandson will be shining down from a heavenly distance.


So, that’s it! Call me a tad overanxious, I’ve already started my pre-packing. It’s just that feeling of excitement that begins stirring when you finally have something to look forward to!

One shoutout…JetBlue? Don’t screw this trip up!!

From Mama Kat’s Writer’s Workshop….Write a blog post inspired by the word: trip. Write about something you are looking forward to.


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Psycho&Logical

This…will be one of those times that I’ll avoid having The Husband read what I’ve written. Not that he ever really does but, that’s a story for another day.


I’ve previously shared about how we’re two Virgos, always competing to be in the driver’s seat. He can do anything I can do better, , and vice versa. Trust me, it ain’t pretty!

Call it a “knack”, call it a curse, but I constantly initiate marital warfare by interrupting him, usually three words into any given comment he attempts to make. Understand that, after all of these years together, I can easily anticipate what he’s going to say; it’s like me being the engine and he’s the caboose, way, way, back on the tracks, just along for the ride.


My excuse for the conflict is being a writer and I think anyone else who delves into the same will agree. Our minds are always focused on putting every thought, idea, and a motherload of memories down on the screen in front of us, or on some notepad. Not necessarily a bad thing, right?

Example: Enter The Husband, as in most daily scenarios, having just watched a marathon of history shows on the telly, and the conversation begins with…”Did you know that Lake Mead….” and I jump right in and exclaim “yes, it’s over 200 miles wide and more than 100 miles long!” That…is followed by “will you let me finish the damn sentence!!” I smirk to myself and walk away. My bad.

I don’t think it’s necessarily a bad thing to have one’s mind working at a fair rate of speed, especially during these later years of life. Of course, as long as the mental engine operates on all eight cylinders of course. Yes, I said cylinders. Powered by gas, not some stator wrapped tightly with copper wires which the alternating current coming from the inverter runs through, otherwise known as what makes up an EV along with all of its chronic problems.


Sorry, I regressed there for a moment. I do despise EV’s, though.


When all is said and done, I’d surmise that The Husband would appreciate finishing his comment before I barrel ass into the discussion. That…would involve me turning off my mind, kind of like turning down the gas under a boiling pot of something. Issue is, that lid will come off eventually, having allowed plenty of time for my brain to produce an energetic rebuttal.

I’ll give it some thought but I’m not making any promises.

From Mama Kat’s Writer’s Workshop: Tell us about a habit or trait your spouse would love to see improved in you.

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