Number 235

Posted on February 24, 2026 by Dale | 55 Comments

Was working on stuff last night and got side-tracked and then forgot to press publish! This Monday, Judy over at Life Lessons, gave us the number 235 – so these are what popped up. Mostly. Some were dissed… As per usual, I got lost in the blog posts they were associated with. I do love this game 😉

Streetside Gallant

Felt it needed a touch of green so threw in some peas

Family Cruise Blurry on purpose – coz we be dancing!

$Anfractuous - Siena$

Anfractuous – Siena

Teddy Bear

Walktober 2023 – Biosphere (former American Pavillion – Expo ’67)

Travelling during Covid

Friendship – Mini Strawberry Pavlovas

Happy Valentine’s Day Jean!

Breaking up with my Sourdough

The Hands Have It

Portuguese tapas and a ballet

Alison and me

The start of my Tuscan vacation!

Weekend Writing Prompt #414 – Periwinkle

Posted on May 4, 2025 by Dale | 124 Comments

Good Sunday to you. I should be washing windows or something just as productive. And I will. Right after I hit publish. Sundays are supposed to be a day of rest, no? Not for the homeowner in spring! Thanks always to Sammi for hosting this weekly party.

Our walls we painted

Olive green and

tangerine

powder blue

for our loo

deepest red

where we break bread

harvest gold

was not too bold

kitchen periwinkle

was most whimsical

My periwinkle kitchen

Taken – Friday Fictioneers

Posted on March 26, 2025 by Dale | 142 Comments

Good gracious me! Here I am, fairly late to this party – considering the boss chose my pic, I figure I should be trying to make an effort, eh? She went digging far for this ‘un! Took the pic in December 2018. Hmmm… Should you wish to play along, please click on the frog below and add your link. If you need the how-to, click on my pic and crack on over to Rochelle’s; she’ll show you the way!

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Opening her eyes took everything she had and all she could see were chunks swirling around, refusing to seal into one clear image. Bright lights added to her distress. She tried to sit up but found she couldn’t move. What the hell? The last thing she remembered was laughing with her buddies as they cheered to her success.

“Hey, Princess. Looks like you are back with the living. Don’t bother trying to sit up.”

“What?” she croaked, “Who?”

“Don’t you worry about that. Daddy will know soon enough.”

“Daddy? Don’t have one.”

“Buford, you asshole! You nabbed the wrong one!”

I’m Good, Thanks – Friday Fictioneers

Posted on March 14, 2025 by Dale | 115 Comments

Good Friday Morning! It may not be raining here right now (though it will over the weekend – of course it will) but I am inspired, a tad late, to participate in this week’s Friday Fictioneers. Rochelle, our lovely leader, has chosen a photo by the ever-prolific Roger Bultot. Should you wish to participate, simply add the link to your story on Kermit below. Not sure of how? Click on Roger’s photo and splash on over to Rochelle’s where the rules and regs can be found. Have a wonderful day!

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Joy was pleased to have a window seat at the restaurant. She sighed as she rested her head on her palm and watched the patterns the rain made on the window.

“You okay, Miss? You need anything?”

“Thank you–,” she looked at the waitresse’s tag, “–Phyllis. I’ll start with a latte, thanks.”

“Coming right up!”

Joy returned her gaze to the window, smiling at those running by, trying to avoid the unavoidable raindrops.

“Here you go, Miss. Anything else?”

“I’m good, thanks. I love watching the rain.”

“A pluviophile!”

“In the winter, from this side of the window!” she laughed.

Understanding – Friday Fictioneers

Posted on February 21, 2025 by Dale | 133 Comments

Good Friday, my peeps. I am officially back-back. Rochelle reminded me that this was a rerun of Kent Bonham’s photo, originally used in 2016. She was even kind enough to give me the link to my story! As I don’t do reruns, I had to come up with something new. My brain is still fuzzy, thanks to the lovely bronchitis I brought back with me but here goes! Should you want to play, click on my frog below and add the link to your 100-word story. Not sure how it works? Click on Kent’s photo and you’ll zip over to Rochelle’s where the rules and regs reside. Happy Friday!

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Dotor Luiz explained the situation in clear, concise, easy-to-understand words. George nodded every time she looked up for confirmation. Satisfied, she continued. “So, we’re good then?” she asked. “Here is a diagram you can refer to if ever you need clarification. Any questions?”

George mumbled his thanks and exited the office. Marcia came huffing around corner, almost bumping into him. “George! You already saw the doctor? What’d she say?”

“Don’t have a goddamn clue. She gave me this.”

“For Christsakes, George. I told you to wait for me. You know you never listen.”

Sighing, she knocked on the doctor’s door.

Once More – Friday Fictioneers

Posted on December 11, 2024 by Dale | 131 Comments

Good Wednesday morn, my peeps. Rochelle has snookered me into playing again by using my photo. I won’t lie. I’m always chuffed when she does. Wanna play along? Click on my pic and you’ll ride over to Rochelle’s for the rules and regs. If you already know, then you know to click on my frog and add the link to yours. Have a fantabulous day!

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Done for the season?

Might go out once more.

You used to go almost all year.

Yeah, I know. But I’m tired now.

Don’t you think you should keep it up, then?

Probably. I just don’t have the energy right now.

They say the more you do, the more energy you gain.

They do, do they?

Uh huh.

My heart’s just not in it.

I know what you mean.

You do?

Yeah. My heart gave up a long time ago. Now I sit on this bench and watch others live.

Don’t feel like participating anymore?

Can’t. Come sit with me.

Zipping By – Friday Fictioneers

Posted on November 27, 2024 by Dale | 134 Comments

Good Wednesday Morning, my peeps! The sun is shining, the air is crisp, we still haven’t seen a single snowflake (not sure if this is a good or bad thing in the grand scheme of things) and, though I wish I were not in the office today, it’s still going to be a good day! It’s Friday Fictioneers time and our lovely hostess, married 53 years tomorrow (congrats Rochelle and Jan!) has chosen this photo from Roger Bultot, a regular provider of images for our motley crew. If you need to know how, click on Roger’s photo and zip over to Rochelles for the rules and regs. Should you already know how, just click on my frog below and add the link to your 100-word story. G’head, I dare you!

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Every morning I take a leisurely walk, meandering towards the park where I sit and watch the goings on. First, I face the wooded section and enjoy the birds and squirrels going about their business in varying degrees of speed. Must hurry and gather nuts, winter is coming! Must take my time and look for worms; too fast and you miss them!

I then turn towards the street and watch the happenings there. Good grief. Everyone is in such a rush all the time!

I sip my coffee and breathe deeply. They will eventually figure it out.

I sure did.

Weekend Writing Prompt #365 – Pause

Posted on May 27, 2024 by Dale | 114 Comments

Sammi said: With this weekend’s word prompt, we begin our 8th year of the challenge! Woohoo! So new year, new graphic. I hope you like it. Thanks so much for joining in with the prompt, whether you’ve been here since the beginning and still participate weekly, or if you dip in and out as the muse strikes. Here’s to another year of fun!

Wrote this yesterday but didn’t like the results. Figured I’d sleep on it.

Weekend sounds

a melange of street noises along with

neighbours sawing, hammering,

nailing, mowing, and

what’s that annoying and incessant buzzing tool?

the necessary homeowner’s outdoor busyness

comes with the sunshine and a day off

but now and again

a pause

breathe in

and delight in the reflective

play of light on the hedge

a brief respite

before all begins again

What Sundays are for

Cool waters

Waiting on the Corner – Friday Fictioneers

Posted on May 15, 2024 by Dale | 184 Comments

‘Tis Wednesday! And looky here… Rochelle done decided to use my picture this week. If you want to join in, just click on my pic and you’ll zip over to Rochelle’s for the rules and regs. If you already know how to play, then please click on my frog and leave your link to your story! Have fun!

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As dusk began to fall the bell tower of the church lit up, turning it into a welcome beacon. It was inviting, even she had to admit. She was disinterested in anything religious, though. Well, not completely true, was it? She loved Gregorian chants and some Mahalia Jackson tunes touched her in the feels, She couldn’t count how many churches she visited, admiring the woodwork and stained glass windows.

The sudden ringing of the bells jarred her back to reality. Where the hell was her john? Didn’t anyone respect appointments nowadays? She had a schedule to keep, bills to pay.

Weekend Writing Prompt #358 – Superscript

Posted on April 28, 2024 by Dale | 93 Comments

A while ago, Sammi issued the following challenge. Kept it in my back pocket, as it were, and now have wiped off the lint, polished it off and sent it out into the ether…

Maya Angelou said:

“When someone shows you who they are, believe them the first time. People know themselves much better than you do. That’s why it’s important to stop expecting them to be something other than who they are.”

I now believe them.

Maya also said: