The (slightly modified) rules:
1 – Thank the person who nominated you, and add a link to their blog.
2 – Add the logo of the award to your post and a link to the creator of this blog award –The Global Aussie: The Official Rules of the Liebster Award 2019
3 – Write a paragraph about what motivates you in life (not just in blogging).
4 – Answer the 5 questions given to you.
5 – Nominate 2 – 6 blogs that you feel would enjoy receiving the award.
6 – Create 5 questions for your nominees.
Thanks to Pensitivity101 for the nomination Continue reading “Liebster Award”
I’m spending some time examining the concept of a life tool box, as outlined by Chris of Cee-chris.com
This week has been a bit “off” for me. I had minor surgery and, while certainly not serious, required general anesthesia which is always hard on my system. I’m recovering just fine thanks, so this week has been a lot about ‘taking it easy’. Continue reading “Spoonie Sunday – Life Tools – Escapist Coloring”
For Stream of Consciousness Saturday sponsored by lindaghill.com
Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is “the last piece of mail you received.” Talk about the subject of the last piece of physical mail you received, i.e. a gas bill–talk about gas, not the bill itself. Have fun!
The last piece of mail I got was a 1099 for work I did. My subject is working as a spoonie.
Work and the Spoonie
One of the hardest parts of chronic illness, for me, has been the loss of meaningful work. For many years, I did not work to live, I lived to work. Then came the disease and the lung problems, the heart problems, the skin problems, and the back breaking, soul-crushing fatigue. I semi-retired at the age of 49. Continue reading “Work and the Spoonie – Stream of Consciousness”
For Fandango’s Flash Fiction Challenge
Each week I will be posting a photo I grab off the internet and challenge bloggers to write a relatively short flash fiction piece inspired by the photo. While there are no definitive style or word limits, I suggest trying to keep your posts to under 300 words.
Wired – a mostly true story
He was only seven when the monsters came. Whispering to him late at night, telling him stories, telling him … things. I sat and watched as he stood open-eyed, staring off into the distance, talking to someone I couldn’t see, in a language I’d never heard. He was only seven. Continue reading “Wired – a mostly true story”
A couple of weeks ago, Chris asked another of those “life tool box” questions. Which, of course, got me to thinking. Do go over and have a read here.
Who is that person who has taught me to see things in exquisite detail, to dream, to plan, and more than anything else, to be OK with who I am right now? For this ever so fortunate spoonie, that is my partner, my best friend, my fellow spoonie, Superhubs. He challenges me, reminds that we can not “let the bastard win” (the bastard being the disease). And sometimes, he let’s me rage, let’s me cry and reminds me that those feelings are OK too. Continue reading “Spoonie Sunday – Rage at the Dying of the Light”
Share Your World
I haven’t done one of these in awhile due to scheduling issues. I’m gonna take a bash at it.
If Heaven exists, what would you like to hear God say when you arrive at the Pearly Gates? If you don’t think Heaven nor God exists, you might want answer by saying something outrageous, just for fun!
As an omnist (someone who believes there is beauty and truth in all religions but no one religion is “The Truth”) I am open to the concept of an afterlife. I hope when I arrive they say “Well it’s about time!” Implying that I’ve lived a very long life. 😉 What I’ll probably get?
St. Peter standing guard as I approach “Well JP, here’s the way it is. Heaven doesn’t want you, and Hell’s afraid you’ll take over so we’re sending you back down to earth. Go try again.”
Insert me skipping back down the pearly walk smiling like a cat that got the canary. Continue reading “Share Your World – The Burning Room”
I found a butterfly a couple of days ago. The first of the season. She sat on the driveway behind my car. I was worried that she might have been injured and I wanted to help her, to pick her gently up and put her on a bush where she might find better protection and food. But I didn’t. I left her alone and in a few minutes, she flew away.
Which reminded me of a story. Continue reading “Spoonie Sunday – The Art of Struggle”