This meme was started by Delores a long time ago. Words for Wednesday is now provided by a number of people and has become a movable feast.
Essentially the aim is to encourage us to write. Each week we are given a choice of prompts: which can be words, phrases, music or an image. What we do with those prompts is up to us: a short story, prose, a song, a poem, or treating them with ignore... We can use some or all of the prompts.
Some of us put our creation in comments on the post, and others post on their own blog. I would really like it if as many people as possible joined into this fun meme, which includes cheering on the other participants. If you are posting on your own blog - let me know so that I, and other participants, can come along and applaud.
The prompts will be here this month but are provided by Margaret Adamson, and her friend Sue Fulcher. They will also include photographs taken by Margaret's friend Danny McCaughan.
Here are this week's prompts.
1. Choleric
2. Investment
3. Curlers
4. Agenda
5. Lolloping
6. Anosmia
And/or
7. Pawnbrokers
8. Ackee
9. Hen
10. Articulate
11. Speeding
12. Ruler
Huge thanks to Margaret and her friends. A couple of the words she has given us are challenging me this week - but that is part of what this meme is about after all.
Have fun.
Hi EC and Margaret ... here's mine on the first set:
ReplyDeleteThe agenda was cut short … the choleric investment advisor could not appear in her curlers … what was she thinking of … she had come lolloping in, but her anosmia betrayed her problem: complete lack of function – mostly odour olfaction … the committee members felt compelled to renege and leave early … apologies absolutely accepted.
Thumbs up, Hil.
DeleteHilary Melton-Butcher: Love it - and would also love to see an investment advisor in curlers.
DeleteWell done!
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That's damning anosmic challenge! Well done
DeleteYou make it look so easy.
DeleteWho uses curlers anymore??
HI Hilary You did a brilliant job of weaving the challenging words in and I had to laugh at the adviser in curlers. I am travelling to celebrate my daughter's 50th birthday on the Isle of Wight and have not the time to join in this week at all.
DeleteWell done! And Dr. D uses curlers.
DeleteWell done Hilary!
DeleteThank you all ... hi Margaret - hope you had a lovely time with your daughter ... 50th - a good age!
DeleteAmazing thing is I came across the word anosmic a day or two later - at least I knew what it meant!
Cheers and thanks - Hilary
Challenging ones this month. Got a few words I'm not familiar with.
ReplyDeleteSandra Cox: They are definitely challenging and there were a few I needed to look up too.
DeleteThis one is going to be a bit of a challenge, but I will take a shot at it later. Will have to be wide awake!
ReplyDeleteDavid M. Gascoigne: Good luck. I had to work at this one.
DeleteHave fun players!
ReplyDeleteCloudia: Thank you.
DeleteInteresting choice of words! A bit on the hard side, but one never knows.
ReplyDeleteSusan Kane: It is quite a mixture isn't it? I am looking forward to seeing where they take people and hope you will join us.
DeleteI spent this morning speeding around town getting ingredients for HIS Jamaican themed dinner party. I found the ackee in a boutique green grocer (for a price) but other 'essential' ingredients have proved more challenging. I finally tracked down the Jamaican flag at a pawnbrokers.
ReplyDeleteI am choleric with rage. Words fail me. I am usually quite articulate, but today I can only splutter and curse.
Yes, improving the garden is always on my agenda. It is even high on my agenda, but...
40 kilos of dynamic lifter? 40 kilos of chicken shit? I am the ruler of all things garden but my absence he had obviously been lolloping around spreading it with gay abandon.
What was he thinking. Why today of all days. WHY????
His anosmia obviously worked in his favour this time.
The neighbours and I are not nearly so lucky. That stuff is STRONG. It is on my skin, it is in my hair (no need for curlers today). It reeks. It. absolutely. STINKS.
His dinner party is tonight. Ackee supposedly tastes like scrambled eggs. Tonight it will taste like eggs scrambled in chicken shit...
' Calm down hen. It is an investment in the future health of our garden' he told me.
I hope our dinner guests can forgive him. I hope I can forgive him. Perhaps I need to issue gas masks at the door...
Great fun EC ... what a great run around for the dinner party - on Guy Fawkes night ... 40 kilos of dynamic lifter and 40 kilos of chicken shit - well you had me there ... I'd read dynamite - hence Guy Fawkes ... ?!
DeleteI'd never come across anosmia ... but your area down under will be well and truly pickled from the rather strange combination of pungent flavours for HIS dinner party - definitely can't be yours ...
I think I probably need to re-evaluate your story line! Congratulations EC ... so for now as dynamite hits our neighbourhood ... cheers Hilary
Hilary Melton-Butcher: Dynamic Lifter is a popular garden fertiliser here (and it is made from chicken shit). Sadly I have personal experience of the stench left when someone (not mentioning names but the guilty party was indeed the smaller portion) spread 40 kilos of the stuff.
DeleteWhen I read what you are able to create, Sue, it becomes even more daunting for the rest of us! Well done!
DeleteHope you have a good supply of ganja-that should take the sting (stink?) out of things!
DeleteHi Sue - I'd googled ... which was when I realised my thought process was a little wobbly - lawn lifter wasn't what I was thinking about ... oh yes the stench of fertiliser ... the fields around my abode in Vancouver Island were spread with the stuff! Fun for a short time ...
DeleteOops. I distributed the equivalent brand in my greenhouse one autumn day. It sure stunk! I hope the party will be a success nonetheless. Well done with those challenging prompts.
DeleteAced the prompts. Kudos.
DeleteI LOVE this! Using these words that do not seem to go together is brilliant. A creative writer you are. Yes, you are!
DeleteTeresa
Oh that is brilliant Sue. I am splitting my sides in laughter. I can just imagine it all and I even think I see steam coming out of your head!!!
DeleteL'd OL. You are wicked funny and have quite the way with words.
DeleteExcellent! And i understand you are supposed to let that stuff marinate and calm down a bit before spreading it!
DeleteGreat story Elephant's Child!
DeleteWow. Words for Wednesday will be delayed for a couple of days, I'm immersed in my dictionary (dangerous place, as I always got to read one more article before leaving).
ReplyDeleteUglemor: Dictionaries are dangerous places for me too - but were essential when tackling Margaret et al's challenge. Looking forward to seeing what you come up with in the fullness of time.
DeleteOh well done EC, really enjoyed this, can't imagine the odour and the blissful partner the only one not under the miasma of it all.
DeleteLaughing here.
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A good story makes one want to read right to the end.
DeleteSorry! I stopped at "40 kilos of chicken shit."
Better luck next time!!
And further I'm immersed in Susan's story. Those two photos have taken me far and wide. Even with a chapter every other day, I won't be done with them before some times next week.
DeleteI know where to go and what to write. I'd like to be able to sit and write all day. I will use these crunchy words eventually.
Uglemor: I am really, really looking forward to seeing what you make of them. In the fullness of time.
Deletenothoughtsnoprayersnonothing: I am sorry I put you off. Believe me, the smell is nasty. And overpowering.
DeleteI am actually posting once a day, trying to cathc up and eventually write a chapter using there challenging words. You can see whether I ever succeced her in Susan's story.
DeleteThat is the most eclectic set of words you have ever posted!
ReplyDeleteAlex J. Cavanaugh: It is a pretty amazing collection isn't it? No credit to me though, but to Margaret Adamson and her friends.
DeleteHere's mine.
ReplyDeleteAnd then I'll read everyone else's. What a great bunch of words. And by the way I hate my protagonist. But I could literally see her.
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She didn’t want to be in the ambulance. But here she had to be. For here he finally lay, his normally choleric face had risen to a new height of unstable crimson. She hoped their five years of marriage was now over. Even though her face reflected concern, inside she was once again revolted by his body now, thankfully, on a gurney, hooked up to tubes and an oxygen mask. Unconscious, a heart attack and this perhaps followed by a stroke. The hospital was waiting for him as they sirened their way through the dark city. He was unattractive in the extreme, she had viewed him as an investment for her retirement, knowing he wouldn’t live long enough to bother her excessively. Of course this agenda was a secret from even her closest friends. But five years! She had thought him on death’s door imminently when she married him.
Because of his anosmia he’d been lolloping about to local Jamaican restaurants for the past week. Articulating to the servers for everyone to hear that his salt fish had to be made into that dish with ackee, he said it was the only food he could really smell the tang of. She hated this speeding about with him, but she’d remind herself she was the hen to his rooster, the servant to his ruler. While also knowing that this diet was detrimental to his blood pressure as she painstakingly ordered light salads and encouraged him to try the dessert buffets. Easy.
With a sigh of relief, she realized he’d never know of her trips to the pawnbrokers prior to meeting him. She’d picked the ugliest oldest photo from the dating site. The old bald fat fellow with a few homes and a few cars. The cars were always a tell. But five years!
But the payoff was now. His heart beat was slowing down, his colour was fading to paste. She deserved every penny. She’d earned every fucking penny.
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Wisewebwoman: I too can see her. Is it wrong of me to think that five years (the five years she is bitching about) is too short? And to hope that someone targets her in the same way when she becomes wealthy?
DeleteThis is a brilliant take.
I'm wondering if she gets a wicked surprise when his will is read.
DeleteMagnificent. Well done! I hope he's left his property to a love child.
DeleteMore power to her!
DeleteA brilliantly written story. I just hope the will would be in her favour!!
DeleteOh, she is quite a nasty, isn't she. It would server her right if he had left everything to his blood kin and never told her.
DeleteWell written as always Wisewebwoman.
DeleteHi Wisebewoman - I too am wondering per River's comment - what is left ... is there money to be had, will the tables be turned ... great fun to read though - cheers Hilary
Deletelaurie: I will freely admit I cringed when I saw this selection. Good luck.
ReplyDeleteCharlie Curlers, their neighbour, was an obnoxious, brusque, choleric, little person, one they dodged as much as was possible. His sudden bursts of unprovoked anger weren’t what Marie wanted her children to witness. She, herself, had no desire to be in his presence when he was in one of his moods.
ReplyDeleteWhenever Charlie, who lived under the false impression he was the ruler of the neighbourhood began lolloping around the street in his clumsy way Marie would usher her two young children to the back area of her pawnbrokers’ shop...to the neat, private residence.
Before Marie’s husband’s untimely passing he had bought the business with its adjoining living quarters as an investment. Marie was thankful for his foresight.
His illness had started off with unexplained anosmia, making him believe his sudden loss of smell was caused by the broken nose he’d suffered during a football game a few weeks earlier.
It had first come to his attention when he’d picked fruit off their ackee tree in the back yard. Usually, the nutty flavour of the ripe fruit alerted his senses, as it did their pet hen, Clucky, who loved picking at the fallen ripe fruit.
Having its own agenda, his illness soon began speeding faster than the speed of light. Time had been of the essence in the last few months.
Lee: I hope Marie and her children survive and thrive. Love your use of these challenging prompts.
DeleteNicely done Lee, I'm tearing my hair out over here. I'll be off to google in a minute.
DeleteWell written story. Those words are hard.
DeleteWell done for managing to weave these challenging words into this great story Lee.
DeleteHer husband was very forward thinking, i hope Charlie stays away from them!
DeleteThat unexplained anosmia...scary. Good story.
DeleteGot it, and it will be up soon, and i'll be back to read and comment as soon as i can (Wednesday is one of my 12 hours work days this week).
ReplyDeletemessymimi: Look after yourself. Twelve hour days are very hard on a body (and mind).
DeleteHere goes:
ReplyDeleteKnown for her choleric personality saved for drunk drivers, Lena was a strange one. All who knew her never saw her without her legendary pink curlers, lolloping about from church to store to home. She was also famous for anosmia, as she volunteered for shoveling muck at the local farm to use as fertilizer. What no one knew about Lena was that she had an agenda in her mind: Investments. Lena had acquired great wealth. Someday Lena would show everyone her heart and leave the entire fortune to those who had shown her kindness. That would be just about everyone who knew her.
Susan Kane: That is a lovely story - but I do find myself wishing that she could show people her huge heart before she dies.
DeleteThose stories of people you don't expect to leave great wealth handing it out in their will to special people always make me smile.
DeleteShoveling muck..great idea for a person with anosmia. Good story.
DeleteAnosmia? where's my dictionary, where's my thesaurus....
ReplyDelete….and it isn't in any of them :(
ReplyDeleteRiver: It floored me for a bit too. Captain Google tells me that it is the loss of the sense of smell - temporarily or permanently.
DeletePermanently would be hard. Never to smell another rose? :(
DeleteRiver: There are some smells I wouldn't miss, but roses and lilacs don't fall into that category.
DeleteMy father in later life had no sense of smell but I never knew that word then as a child.
DeleteFunnily enough, i have a friend who was born with anosmia, as were her father and brother. Genetically, they simply do not have a sense of smell. She says she can smell skunk if she is right on top of it, but nothing else.
DeleteIt has caused quite a bit of trouble during times when she didn't realize she had an odor problem. She recruited good friends to let her know if there was a "situation".
Good story messymimi, perhaps a true one.
DeleteInteresting words there...can't think.
ReplyDeleteMargaret-whiteangel: They were very challenging this week. Who knows what the rest of the month will bring.
DeleteOoh tough ones this week EC! But loved reading the responses - stellar bunch!
ReplyDeleteI'll go away and think, and come back if I manage something, but my brain is somewhat fried this week :-) Have a great one!
Hairdresser, husband and to top it all, hubby’s business partner. Melvin is normally quite CHOLERIC, not exactly a ray of sunshine at the best of times. First he decided he’s done, then two ticks later, he came LOLLOPING back, perky eyed and smiley faced, super-suspicious! I knew he’d come to push the same weird AGENDA. Clearly, the INVESTMENT consultant had shot down his ludicrous project. Now he wanted me, us! to get involved in his hare-brained scheme. One is quite ARTICULATE but some people can render one speechless with their cheek!
DeleteHe bounded in on Sunday, I was struggling with CURLERS, trying to minimise the damage done by that Oblivio hairdresser – I had meetings the next day. My allergies were really bad too, nose like Rudolph Reindeer. Not a good time, I told him.
He paid not a jot of attention and made himself a drink, nonchalant, as though it was his house and not mine. Started the same old spiel. I told him nothing doing. A product based solely on ACKEE extracts is too extreme niche for this market. Trust me, I know. He said I should stop behaving like an overprotective HEN with Henry ha ha and open up to the potential life has. Open up an express route to the PAWNBROKERS more like it! Besides, ackee can be lethal, he’d never make it past the rules or the RULERS.
Just then Henry came in and I escaped. Which was a mistake. I heard them SPEEDING off not ten minutes later. Henry was unusually solicitous when he came back, all kinds of fuss with cushions and wraps and soups. As if I was pushing eighty or something. And he actually said, very almost-pensive-casual-like, maybe we should reconsider this ackee business? Might even be better ROI, pioneer advantage and all that. What?! Excuse me?! Men, really! Living with ANOSMIA and bad hair is easier than living with them!
I had to google ackee - thanks for expanding my botany :) never my strong suit in school.
I had to google three of these words ;) Nicely turned story.
DeleteNilanjana Bose: If that is what you create when your brain is fried... Wow. I really, really enjoyed this. And had to ask Captain Google about a few of Margaret's prompts.
DeleteYou did brilliantly adding the challenging words into your story. Seems to have got everyone contacting Mr Google but at least we all know something new now
DeleteWhy do i have the feeling Henry is going to be in the doghouse for a while?
DeleteInteresting story Nilanjana.
DeleteI am glad I only choose 1 word to concentrate on. lol As you said ... the meanings of the words have to be looked up.
ReplyDeleteSome of them make my blood CURL. (a little hint to the word I am choosing. :)
nothoughtsnoprayersnonothing: I read your take earlier this morning and thoroughly enjoyed it. We all need silly. And fun.
Deletehttps://nothoughtsnoprayersnonothing.blogspot.com/2019/11/wednesday-words-curler.html
ReplyDeleteThe thought of it made my hair curl.
nothoughtsnoprayersnonothing: Thank you for joining us again. This was fun. And true here too.
DeleteIt was getting to the end of the season, and the ice was not groomed as well as it might have been. The rising temperature in the arena was a problem too, and the surface of the ice was hardly conducive to furious sweeping and the resistance against the rocks was too great to have a good game. Despite this, intrepid CURLERS that we are, we persevered. After all, we had made the INVESTMENT in club membership, and it was fun to get together in any event.
ReplyDeleteEveryone was always in good humour, except Sam sometimes that is, and he could be a tad CHOLERIC, but we all suspected he had other issues. There were days when he was LOLLOPING around like an anemic snail, but who knows what might have been on his AGENDA?
Often we brought lunch with us, and picked up a coffee at the snack bar; sometimes even a bowl of soup. My favourite sandwich is Limberger cheese on dark rye bread, with a slice of Spanish onion. I know this is not to everyone's taste, but it sure satisfies me.
I was surprised, however, when one day the other fellows asked me to stop bringing in this sandwich. I told them they didn't have to eat it, but they quickly retorted that they sure had to smell it. And that was how I first found out that I had ANOSMIA. I changed to ham and cheese and everyone was happy, but they had better watch out if they piss me off one day!
Oh, nicely written. Those words are hard to use in one story.
DeleteDavid M. Gascoigne: My partner hates/loathes the smell of blue cheese. It has to be stored in sealed containers if it enters the house. Which it does.
DeleteThis was great - and yes, it was a very difficult set of prompts this week.
Well done! Those with anosmia do have a bit of an advantage in that way, don't they.
DeleteGood story David.
DeleteI had to look up a couple of these words. I’ve tried these challenges abut each time I do, I draw a blank.
ReplyDeleteRick Watson: I think most of us had to look up some of Margaret's selection. I know I did. I am sorry that the prompts freeze your creative muse, but thank you for visiting.
DeleteLove these challenges.. on the way to the pawnbrokers on my bike, with a hen under my arm, and eating cold ackee out of a paper bag, I was stopped for speeding. Within my mouth full of food it was hard to be articulate and the policeman hit me over the knuckles with my school ruler sticking out of my rucksack.
ReplyDeletelostinimaginaryworlds: Loved this. And am impressed at someone who can speed on a pushbike (it was a pushie wasn't it) carrying a load like that. I hope you gave the hen some of that ackee.
DeleteThis sounds like a crazy dream. Well written.
Delete@lostinimaginaryworlds.blogspot.com: 'hen under your arm' - sounds like a challenge to ride a bike with that. What a fun way to use the prompts.
DeleteHave a lovely day.
Speeding on a bike while eating, he'd best be glad to be stopped before he ended up in a ditch!
DeleteGood story from 'Lost'.
DeleteHave fun! ☺☺
ReplyDeletenatalia20041989: Thank you. I did, and hope others did too.
DeleteThe old hen of a dumpy woman stared at me as if I'd grown a second head. Her mouth kept opening and closing and she kept moving her elbows in and out. I thought at any minute she was going to cluck and present me with an egg.
ReplyDeleteI'd found Lloyd Pawnbrokers on a rundown street in a part of town that had long ago lost its luster. The perfect spot to sell the sterling silver ruler that had recently come into my possession. Just how, I'd rather not articulate other than I may have been speeding when my tire blew and my car came to a sudden stop when its bumper rammed an ackee tree.
I got out, and the ruler fell out of the tree and onto the ground beside me. Followed by a body.
Well done and very intriguing!
DeleteCarol Kilgore: Definitely intriguing. And some days I feel like that dumpy old woman.
Delete@Carol Kilgore: This is delightful, well, not the body falling out of the tree, anyway.
DeleteHave a lovely day.
Uh-oh, sounds like somebody better be careful not to be traceable!
DeleteGood story Carol. Love the suspense you have created.
DeleteSome of the words were quite challenging this week … but well done to all :)
ReplyDeleteAll the best Jan
Lowcarb team member ~Jan: Thank you. I definitely found them challenging. Very much so.
DeleteI was quite flummoxed by that list. My brain isn't functioning this morning so I'm not attempting it today but I did have fun reading some of the entries. What I am curious about is what you wrote Sue! Off to do some internet sleuthing, using some minutes of my research time.
ReplyDeleteKalpana: Dynamic Lifter is a garden fertiliser. Poultry manure is one of its main ingredients. It is effective but smells very, very bad. Particularly if spread in generous quantities.
DeleteMine has been posted here: Winter Sun ~ 6
ReplyDeleteCindy Summerlin: I have read your clever (and very nasty) take on the prompts.
Deletesounds really a fun dear EC :)
ReplyDeletei think i will be back to share what i have
blessings!
baili: Thank you. I look forward to your return.
DeleteYikes, I can usually see the words and have a quick story in my head. This time, I'm stuck. I'll have to try next time.
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Elsie Amata: Not a problem. I look forward to you joining us whenever the prompts suit.
DeleteHi Sue! I got nothing for this! Ha! Did your email change? I wrote to you a few days ago and you usually reply right away. No big deal. You've probably just been busy!
ReplyDeleteBECKY: My email remains the same, and I did reply. I have resent it, and hope it arrives.
DeleteHmm, that is weird. Still don't have it and I checked spam, too. I can't imagine why it's not arriving. How about trying my other one. Beckypovich at g mail dot com
DeleteJust as soon as life becomes a bit less hectic, I will have a go again! Too much swilling around inside my head at present 😕
ReplyDeleteHave a great day!
Lots of love and hugs ❤❤❤❤❤❤❤
Ygraine: I do hope your hectic is good rather than challenging. You are welcome when ever you drop in.
DeleteHeartfelt hugs and cyber healing flowing your way.
In homage to Philip K. Dick:)
ReplyDelete"The Woman in the Low Garden."
I woke up feeling very Choleric. It’d been another late night and I’d messed up me blog and posted a nothingness filled with nothing.
Stupid, and what an Investment I was to my scant group of readers. I felt guilty and couldn’t rely on my new Canadian friends to help me out. Those Curlers were only in town for a bonding tournament for the Americas. We spoke bravely last night, but they had their own Agenda. I couldn’t rely on them Lolloping along with me.
Struggling out of bed—bloody hell, it was cold—I asked Huawei Helps on top of the fridge what Anosmia was. I’d had a bad night’s sleep and was already yawning. A nap sounded good already and didn’t need any sleep disorderly thing. I turned away and headed for the head, missing the answer. It would be there later in my history, if it passed Ruler’s rules. Who knew these days?
A couple of hours later, I surreptitiously told the Elephant’s Child that I would email her the prompts for January and March, and as I headed to the Pawnbrokers, I wondered when I’d hear back from her. Wednesdays and Sundays were still her favorites, so it wouldn’t be long—depending on how many gardens she’d visit in the next few days.
Down the road, I saw Mick Ackee coming out of Pete’s Pawns.
Good.
“How are ye, mate? How was the Hen behind the cage this morning?”
“Ach, not too bad. She’s even a bit Articulate and I think cracked a half-smile, but you never know with her, do you?”
“What you needing the money for this time?”
I didn’t mention the heavy box in my arms and Ackee didn’t bring it up. We’d both had this same conversation many times.
“Speeding tickets are killing me, man.”
“Know what you mean, mate. I’ve got two cases in front of the Ruler next week for working in the Speakeasy. I need to watch my ways—or my words. This shit’s getting real.”
“You got that right, brother. Listen, normal situ, we don’t need to spend much time together on the streets. See you tomorrow night?”
“Always, mate. Take care of yourself,” I said, but Ackee was lost to the wind and the grey, busy sidewalks again.
@Mark Koopmans: Is this fiction, nonfiction mixed together? I don't know. I have not read any Philip K. Dick's work so I'm not sure. Good use of the prompts.
DeleteHave a lovely day.
lissa: It is a very talented mixture I believe. Do Androids Dream of Electric Sheep (which was retitled Blade Runner is perhaps Phillip K. Dick's best known work.
DeleteQuite intriguing, i want to hear more!
DeleteThanks for the kind words, everyone!! It was pure fiction and my favorite PKD book is The Man in the High Castle, hence my "title" :)
DeleteEnjoyed your story!
DeleteSmiling. Broadly.
ReplyDeleteNo email has landed from you yet, but thank you. I do look forward to your ever stimulating prompts.
Becky Povich: I have tried again. Sadly I am having problems with email at the moment. My ISP is having hissy fits at quite a number of other servers. Fingers crossed.
DeleteHere's my take on the prompts --The Pawnbroker's Luck
ReplyDeleteHave a lovely day.
lissa: I will be over to read it as soon as I hit publish on this comment.
DeleteOne of these days, since I like to write, I'm going to join this group if its open for new. :)
ReplyDeleteJ C: You will be more than welcome. The more the merrier is definitely true of this meme. The next prompts will go up early on Wednesday my time (which is probably later on Tuesday your time).
DeleteTú entrada muy interesante! Te espero por mi blog! 🍁🍁🍁
ReplyDeleteCarolina G. Ticala: Thank you. I will be over to visit you very shortly.
DeleteI feel choleric is something about me :D
ReplyDeleteKinga K.: You surprise me. I can't imagine anyone as stylish as you spending much time being bad tempered.
DeleteHere are my words thank you for hosting, and to Margaret and Sue for the great words!
ReplyDeleteAmelia had just turned 60. Several friends had recently undergone knee surgery. Another friend had developed anosmia where she had lost her sense of smell and indeed of taste. Yet another friend had the start of macular degeneration in one eye. It is an age where more than ever issues of aging were prominent in her mind.
She took the curlers out of her shoulder length long hair, already starting to thin, pleased with the style she had kept for the past 30 years. Amelia had a choleric personality, quick tempered and easily irritated. But her good qualities were that she had always been a planner, full of creative ideas, outgoing and strong.
She hugged her dog as he came lolloping to the front door. He was her best friend. She lived alone in an upscale apartment in mid town Toronto that she owned.
Today there was a big investment agenda meeting at work. In her job as a senior economic policy advisor, Amelia would be pitching the importance of a commitment to healthy aging. One of the younger male committee members, was guilty of outdated and ageist stereotypes. At the last meeting he was putting more importance on attracting more skilled immigrants into the country to solve the aging population issues.
She would continue to fight for a more balanced approach to these issues. There is no quick solution to the problems of an aging society.
Christine: I love your story and hope that Amelia triumphs. Sadly there are too many like that young male who obviously don't think they will ever get old.
DeleteThank you for commenting so widely on the stories too - I really appreciate it, and so will the writers.
Amelia is a true warrior. The world needs more people like her to fight stereotypes!
DeleteFrom your post today, "...my strongest emotions at the moment and I am in the middle of a vicious attack of the inadequacies, which is a truly rotten time to try and interact with others."
ReplyDeleteHugs...now is just the time you should interact with others.
thinking of you, please eat some chocolate and have a spa, love your recent post, every thing here is dropping it's leaves and I get to see all your flowers there, if I could I'd move there just to see all the flora and fauna, loved the water dragons too
ReplyDeleteGreetings this Sunday for you, still Saturday here for me, I wanted to mention how lovely your flower collection is on your Sunday post, but mostly just how adorable the little dragons are. They are just a joy for me. There wasn't a comment box so I came here to post mine. Enjoy the rest of your day and week ahead.
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ReplyDeletePraying for you! Please don't completely disconnect. Isolation is the enemy. Know you have a lot of friends here online who care about you.
ReplyDelete(Sorry, typo in my first comment.)
I am sad that you need to take a break ... as I know many others will be too. We all will miss you terribly,but understand you know what is best at this time. You have been so kind to me as a new blogger.
ReplyDeleteI didn't see a place to comment so wrote it here. Know that you give strength to many!
xoxo
I am so sorry to hear EC and wish you loads of light and healing. Your compassion and authenticity make my online world a better place and I, like many others, will miss you. But I understand that you know best what level of engagement will suit. All the very best, always. <3
ReplyDeleteNon riesco a commentare il post piu recente, non so perchè.
ReplyDeleteUna felice domenica per te.
Take good care of yourself, dear Sue. Know that you are loved and admired by many of us in Blogland and we wish the best for you.
ReplyDeleteThinking of you and sending my good wishes.
ReplyDeleteTake care of yourself.
All the best Jan