Friday5!
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"Sorry about all the “what’s the story…” sentences. Sometimes, in order to think of questions I haven’t used before, I have to prompt myself with phrases different from the usual 5Ws, if that makes any sense. Stupid writer tricks."
Re this Friday5: I don't have these sorts of experiences because I moved very far away from where I went to school or had my early adult friendships.
1. What’s the story about the time you learned that two people you knew separately also knew each other? Didn't happen for me.
2. What’s the story about the time you ran into someone you knew but didn’t recognize him or her because your acquaintance with the person was specific to a completely different setting? I can only tell you about someone I DID know very well, too well, A former boss, who couldn't place me when she came as a volunteer to the office I was working in. She never did find out why I looked so familiar, because I really didn't want her to know; I disliked her horrible ways that much.
3. What’s the story about the time you lost something important and then found it after you’d already purchased its replacement? I lose it, I don't replace it. I always expect to find it, and usually I do!
4. What’s the story about the time you were tight with someone you normally didn’t hang out with because he or she was the only person you knew at some function? I was a cross the lines of catagories sort of person. Actually, I still am. If I know someone from somewhere else, except for question 2's subject, I greet and talk to them.
5. What’s the story about the time you learned that someone you thought you knew only recently was really someone you knew a long time ago too? Well, it's just never happened to me. Sadly, not many people I grew up with, or knew when I was young, came this far south - many went East! lol
Thanks for participating, and have a delicious weekend!"
Five Minute Friday: The word is Mess.
Mess is so appropriate this week. I am straightening out two Swartz piles that happened over time when I was either too busy or too sick to clean them up. I've shared pictures of two areas that developed into studios for a business I used to run. I have an Etsy shop by that name but have never had the energy or the time to stock it. Hopefully my bionic operations have closed down, and I can get back to doing the many things I love to do and to make. I am coming across things that I wanted to make for nieces and for my own girls or even to sell at shows that got put in a box and stowed away. My memory used to be legendary and now it is just a MESS!
Mess also applies to my head. I'm worried about so many things that I really can't do much about but pray. I'm not worried about me, but about others. Why can't the elite wake up and stop being so greedy and mean that we have hungry kids in our rural areas as well as our cities. What is the matter with the people on the 1%? Are so many of them so lawless and arrogant that they can't see what Jeff Bridges sees? He said that if another country was doing this to our kids we would be at WAR! I hate to say this but one of Hitler's sticking points was seeing hungry children digging in the trash for food. If you know anything about reparations, it's always the people who pay. Not the leaders. They are, if not killed by hanging for treason, usually well fed!
Ok that's the end of it. I think too much, apparently.
Knitting: The sock is all straightened out, and since I didn't use my left hand at fitness today, I expect to be able to knit quite a long time in the next three days. I'm back on my rocker.. or maybe the recliner. hehe
You all have a fun weekend.
Want to play along? Click the hotlink up yonder....
"Sorry about all the “what’s the story…” sentences. Sometimes, in order to think of questions I haven’t used before, I have to prompt myself with phrases different from the usual 5Ws, if that makes any sense. Stupid writer tricks."
Re this Friday5: I don't have these sorts of experiences because I moved very far away from where I went to school or had my early adult friendships.
1. What’s the story about the time you learned that two people you knew separately also knew each other? Didn't happen for me.
2. What’s the story about the time you ran into someone you knew but didn’t recognize him or her because your acquaintance with the person was specific to a completely different setting? I can only tell you about someone I DID know very well, too well, A former boss, who couldn't place me when she came as a volunteer to the office I was working in. She never did find out why I looked so familiar, because I really didn't want her to know; I disliked her horrible ways that much.
3. What’s the story about the time you lost something important and then found it after you’d already purchased its replacement? I lose it, I don't replace it. I always expect to find it, and usually I do!
4. What’s the story about the time you were tight with someone you normally didn’t hang out with because he or she was the only person you knew at some function? I was a cross the lines of catagories sort of person. Actually, I still am. If I know someone from somewhere else, except for question 2's subject, I greet and talk to them.
5. What’s the story about the time you learned that someone you thought you knew only recently was really someone you knew a long time ago too? Well, it's just never happened to me. Sadly, not many people I grew up with, or knew when I was young, came this far south - many went East! lol
Thanks for participating, and have a delicious weekend!"
Five Minute Friday: The word is Mess.
Mess is so appropriate this week. I am straightening out two Swartz piles that happened over time when I was either too busy or too sick to clean them up. I've shared pictures of two areas that developed into studios for a business I used to run. I have an Etsy shop by that name but have never had the energy or the time to stock it. Hopefully my bionic operations have closed down, and I can get back to doing the many things I love to do and to make. I am coming across things that I wanted to make for nieces and for my own girls or even to sell at shows that got put in a box and stowed away. My memory used to be legendary and now it is just a MESS!
Mess also applies to my head. I'm worried about so many things that I really can't do much about but pray. I'm not worried about me, but about others. Why can't the elite wake up and stop being so greedy and mean that we have hungry kids in our rural areas as well as our cities. What is the matter with the people on the 1%? Are so many of them so lawless and arrogant that they can't see what Jeff Bridges sees? He said that if another country was doing this to our kids we would be at WAR! I hate to say this but one of Hitler's sticking points was seeing hungry children digging in the trash for food. If you know anything about reparations, it's always the people who pay. Not the leaders. They are, if not killed by hanging for treason, usually well fed!
Ok that's the end of it. I think too much, apparently.
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Knitting: The sock is all straightened out, and since I didn't use my left hand at fitness today, I expect to be able to knit quite a long time in the next three days. I'm back on my rocker.. or maybe the recliner. hehe
You all have a fun weekend.
I am such a mess that I couldn't even do this challenge today. Would take hours, not five minutes
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Mess is exactly what's happening here, too. But I understand what you mean. Hugs Paula. really mean that...you've got a lot.
DeleteI always say that God knew what he was doing when he didn't make me rich because I could not sleep at night if I had milllions and knew there was a child going to bed hungry.
ReplyDeleteI'm glad too, because I would have probably pissed my uber family off when I started giving it all away. But then again, it would have been redistributed. Sadly, the tax cheats pay billions to lawyers to keep them tax free. It's like sharks feeding off of sharks. I call it the sickening reality of strange things people end up loving.
DeleteThis is unrelated to your current post but I wanted to recommend a good book. HOW DOGS LOVE US: A Neuroscientost and His Adopted Dog Decode the Canine Brain Brain by Gregory Berns.
ReplyDeleteOh thank you so much! I need to read something besides what I'm reading. Non fiction is sometimes SO painful! I love to read about pets or wild animals. DH is reading a book named, Inside of a Dog, by Alexandra Horowitz. I plan to roar through that one once he's finished.
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