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Once upon a time I was retired. But I came to live with my younger daughter and homeschooled her oldest son for two years. He went to school for 8th grade and now is in high school. I get to spend lots of time with my other three grandchildren. I write poetry and enjoy making books of them. I don't live with my daughter now; I have my own apartment which I love, and my own little kitty, which I named Shere Khan. However, unlike his name sake, he is not a brave, mean kitty. But I like it that way! I live only a few miles from my daughter and her family. I wish my other daughter was closer, but two hours away is not bad. Her three boys are all teenagers now. Its fun to be a grandma! My life is good.

FLIGHT TO EARTH

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Thanks to Author S B Mazing for this prompt the Blog Event, Finish It, #8.

She was standing there, trembling. Her feet right on the edge, wondering how deep the drop might be. Her heart was racing. She was determined. She started controlling her breath, it was something they taught her. One of the few good things she got out of it.
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She looked down from the sky-school campus to the patches of bright colors on the earth below. It was beautiful from here. These few weeks in the sky-school, up in the clouds, hadn’t been her favorite. Not all high schools were in the clouds, but each student had to take one year here. The technology to fly had been around for since the beginning of 2020, several years before she had been born. It worked very well, getting people from one place to another. Then the placement of schools in the sky took place. She didn’t understand what kept them there, high above earth; maybe some day she would. Air packs, attached to the chest provided the air while in the clouds and on the journey to earth. The wings made it possible to come back to the school from earth.

No one had been hurt flying to earth—if they did it correctly. The school masters had been thorough in their training. They didn’t want anyone’s squished body on their hands. But then not everyone did it quite right and there had been some accidents. What if she was one of those who didn’t do it correctly? She shook herself. She would do this and not be frightened away!

She knew the school masters were waiting for her first flight to earth. She concentrated on her breathing, the most important thing. Controlled breathing helped you remain calm. If she panicked . . . She put the thought out of her mind, checked her air pack and adjusted her wings. Taking a deep breath, she stepped off the edge of the school campus.

Contrary to what she feared, she found floating through the air delightful. The earth rose to meet her and it seemed too soon to end her flight when her wings slowed her and her feet touched the ground. She sighed and smiled as her waiting parents ran toward her. She was not squished. She was in one piece!

Her parents hugged her. “How was it?” they asked in unison.

She smiled. “It was great. I can hardly wait to do it again!”

Now that you’ve read my story, how about you? What would make of this? What would you come up with? Write and link it back to Author S B Mazing for the Blog Event, Finish It #8. I’ll look forward to what you have written!

VERSATILE BLOGGERS AWARD

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Thanks you, Marie of Come Fly with Me for nominating me for the Versatile Bloggers Award. I enjoyed your blog; I hope others will take a look.

The rules are:
1) Thank the person who nominated you and link back to their site.
2) Tell 7 things about yourself.
3) Nominate 15 bloggers
4) Link to their sites and let them know of the nomination.

Seven things about me:
1) Until I went to high school, I attended a different school every year.
2) In the 1950’s, my sister and I earned a box camera. It only had one hole in the front and a shutter release. It used film and was black and white. So much different from anything we have now!
2) I love reading the Bible. I spent two years in a Christian Bible School in its study. I wanted to learn more about it since I had Jesus Christ as my Savior.
3) I love dogs and cats. My toy poodle lived to be 14 years old; my Burmese kittie lived to be 18. At one point, my husband and I had 2 dogs, 2 cats, and a newborn. Though this is not too much for some, it was a bit overwhelming for me to care for a newborn and 4 animals! But we still had 3 animals when my younger daughter was born!
4) My younger daughter was born at home. It was a great birth experience. (She is the only person I know that was born and lived in the same house in two cities. We moved our mobile home to our property when she was five.)
5) I love looking out my bedroom window and watching the birds.
6) I have no sense of direction, hence I get lost easily.
7) I would rather sit and read or type than exercise, but I am doing it so my arthritis won’t get the better of me!

The bloggers I am going to nominate are:
1) Our Poetry Corner
2) another cup of coffee
3) Making It Write
4) themissiontomars
5) A Stitch to Scratch
6) TheHelioPaths
7) ICHASYAHFA
8) The Luckiest
9) Ever Scarlet
10) Faith Unlocked
11) The Ninth Life
12) Pure Glory
13) Looking4God Today
14) iamthemilk
15) In Search of His Face

WILD ANIMAL PARK

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I was looking through some pictures when I came upon ones of the trip my mother-in-law took my daughters and me on a long trip to see her relatives several years ago. It was fun and uneventful except for the wild animal park.

On the way, we stopped at the wild animal park. My mother-in-law was afraid to go into it; she didn’t want any wild animals climbing on the car or poking their heads in the window. But she couldn’t resist the pleas of her five and eight year old granddaughters. We warned them to keep all body parts in the car and windows closed. We drove through the gates and looked forward to seeing some animals.

It didn’t take long. We could see some animals in the distance and some giraffes close by. Suddenly one giraffe loped up to the car. We were enjoying watching it when I heard my five year old calling to it. I looked around and saw her hanging out the window, reaching for it. I screamed at her and tried to grab her, but before I could, the giraffe grabbed her by her arm and pulled her out of the car, than lay down on the ground. I finally gathered my senses and jumped out of the car, thinking maybe I could help her, only to find she had climbed on its back. Wow, I thought, I have never seen an adult giraffe lay down.

“Mom!” I shouted to my mother-in-law, “go get a ranger!”

I no sooner got the words out of my mouth, when a ranger drove up. “Get back in the car!” he said softly. “Let me handle this. What’s your daughter’s name?”

“Heather,” I responded.

I sat back in the car and listened as the ranger talked to my daughter in a soft voice from the window of his car. “Heather, get off the giraffe’s back and climb back in your car.”

Heather put her arms around the giraffe’s neck. “But he is so nice,” she replied. “I love giraffes.”

“Heather,” the ranger continued, “you might hurt his back. He isn’t used to heavy loads.”

My five year old sighed. “Okay,” she agreed. She climbed off its back and turned to the car. The giraffe turned its head and gently touched her arm with his mouth. I swear, it looked just like it was kissing her. She in turn, put a kiss on its cheek and climbed back into the car.

“Heather, if you won’t stay in the car, you will have to leave the park,” the ranger warned. Then he looked at me. “Madam, this is very serious. Can you keep her in the car?”

I turned and looked at Heather. “Young lady, can you obey what the ranger said? If not, we will have to leave the park.”

Heather nodded. “Yes, mommy,” she promised.

“I will never do this again,” my mother-in-law muttered, gritting her teeth.

I watched the giraffe as we drove off. It, in turn, was watching us. It almost looked sad.

The ranger followed us all the way to the end of the drive. I began to think he might follow us home. Heather was very good the rest of the way, but I could hear the two girls in the backseat discussing how it was to be held and kissed by a giraffe.

Now that you have this picture in mind, I want to tell you the only part that was true was that my mother-in-law did take us on a trip and we did go to a wild animal park, though we did not go in because she was afraid of what the animals might do. This was inspired by the April Fool prompt by the Daily Post. Join the prompt and see if you can come up with an April Fools story!

THE DARE

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Another prompt from Author S B Mazing
Thanks for the prompts. It has been fun.

His hands were trembling. He wasn’t sure what to do. He wasn’t sure what to think. All he knew was it was now or never.

Josh stood on top of the bridge, gazing down into the river. The bungee cord was firmly attached to his feet and he was ready. His best friend had dared him to do it and said if Josh did it, he would. Josh didn’t really like the idea, but how could he not take his friend’s dare? His mom said doing something because of a dare was foolish, but she didn’t understand! Besides, other people did this and they said it was great. He just wished his hands weren’t trembling.

He took a deep breath. The only thing to do was close his eyes and jump. If he didn’t make it . . . well, his classmates might grieve for him, surely his family would.

He spread out his arms, closed his eyes, and took a leap. At first, his stomach felt as if it was in his throat, but it was replaced by a marvelous feeling of flying. The water came closer and closer, but before he landed in it, he was snapped back. He bounced and then was pulled back onto the bridge.

As the jump ended and he stood back on the bridge, his friend came up beside him. Josh smiled. “Your turn, my friend!”

THE PHONE CALL (part 2)

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Here is the second part of “The Phone Call” posted for Finish It! #6. I have had a couple busy weeks and been out of town this week so I haven’t had a chance to do much with it. The link to the first part of the story is https://darlenescorner.wordpress.com/2015/03/19/the-phone-call/.

Thanks to Author S B Mazing for the prompt for the first part of the story. Hope you enjoy the ending!

THE PHONE CALL (part 2)

The phone rang until his voice said, “Careen?”

Careen took a deep breath. Her heart was banging against her rib cage. She breathed a prayer, Father God, help me not to cry. “Dan? Can we talk for a minute?”

The phone was quiet for a moment. Careen wondered if he was still connected.

“Are you okay?” His voice had an edge of concern.

“Yes. Dan, I . . . we said goodbye but I don’t feel we really said anything.”

“You’re right,” he agreed. “I’m glad you called. I shouldn’t have left things in the air.”

Careen felt her breath catch in her throat. Did she really want to hear what he was going to say?

Dan continued. “I wanted to say more, but I guess I was afraid you weren’t ready to hear it.”

“That’s why I had to call,” Careen said. “I realized I felt more than friendship. I decided I couldn’t just leave not knowing.”

She could hear Dan sigh. “Your sister was a wonderful wife and I will never stop loving her. But after I dropped you off at the airport, I realized how important you were to me. I didn’t want you to go, but I didn’t feel I could put something on you that you didn’t want.”

Careen laughed a little. “And I thought I was imagining things!” She paused. It had only been ten months. Were they rushing things? “Is it too soon, Dan?”

“I don’t think so. I was fond of you even before Marietta became ill, but this is different.”

She felt herself smile. How glad she was that she called. Her heart broke free of the weight that had settled on it ever since she got out of the car. “I’m glad I called.”

“Go on home,” Dan suggested. “You have things to settle there. I will fly out as soon as I can and we will see what direction we should take. Perhaps you can get a permanent transfer here.”

The loudspeaker announced boarding time. “Dan, I have to go. They are loading the plane.”

“I will call you tomorrow.”

She hated to stop the conversation. She hated putting her phone in her pocket. She hated getting on the plane and flying away. But she knew now that conversation was really just starting.

Mover and shaker

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I guess I’m a mover and shaker.
Last week, I moved in my car about 300 miles round trip for a day trip.

This week, I moved in my car about 300 miles round trip to visit one daughter and four grandchildren for a few days.

Next week I will move in my car about 500 miles round trip to visit another daughter and three grandsons for a few days.

This week I was a shaker. I needed to leave Wednesday morning to come home. I never said goodbye to three of the grandchildren because I lost track of time before my daughter hurried them into the car to catch the bus. They were running late. That shook up my 11-year-old grandson. He called me later because he had “a bone to pick with me.” I had not said goodbye. So I asked forgiveness and said I would give him two kisses and hugs when I came the next time. He forgave me. So maybe next time I go I will only be a mover, not a shaker. I hope.

Judah
Judah

THE PHONE CALL

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Thanks to Author S B Mazing for this prompt to Finish It! #6. She gives a few lines and asks us to complete the story. Here is her prompt and my story.

She was about to board the plane, close to tears and confused. He had brought her to the airport and the goodbye was not easy. They were only friends, but it felt like so much more. She knew what she felt for him but she also knew it would not be possible. He had only just lost his wife 10 months ago and was still grieving. Although there was some kind of chemistry between them, it could just not be. Probably she made it all up. But what if there was more? What if there was love? Would it be possible? She would never find out if she would set foot on the plane which was due to take her back to the other side of this planet.
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Careen stared at her ticket. Was she wrong to just leave? Her brother-in-law had been so grateful for her friendship, not only during this time since her sister’s death, but while her sister had been ill. She had transferred here temporarily to be near her sister during her illness. Now the job here was finished and she was returning home. There had never been anything wrong between Careen and brother-in-law, but now that she was leaving, she realized she was feeling more than friendship for him. A closeness had grown through their serving Marietta together. How could she just leave and not find out if there was more? Yes, he was grieving, but if she made her feelings known, perhaps she would find out he felt the same deep down.

She looked out the window at the plane. No, she thought resolutely, I have to talk to him again. He would be driving but he could still talk. She stuffed the ticket back into her purse and went to a fairly quiet corner of the boarding area to call his cell phone.

She took her phone from her purse. For a moment, she hesitated. Am I doing the right thing? She pursed her lips. No, I have to talk to him. I can’t leave like this! She found his phone number and pressed the button to call. There was a brief silence before she heard the phone connect and begin to ring. The ringing stopped as his voice said, “Careen?”

She took a deep breath. Her heart was banging against her rib cage. She breathed a prayer. Father God, help me not to cry. “Dan? Can we talk for a minute?”

Love in ten sentences

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Thank you Passion through Poetry for the invitation to the Poetry Challenge, Love in ten sentences. The poem has ten lines of four words, each containing the word Love. I am to nominate ten people to take the challenge. Here is the poem.

Love in Ten Sentences

God loves all people
He gives us love
He sent His love
so we could love
“Love your neighbor
as you love yourself”
not with weak love
but love in truth
Love casts out fear
For Jesus is Love

The ten people I will nominate are:
Making it write
Memee’s Musings
fitlyspoken
Meredith’s Musings
Christian Poetry-by deborah ann
Send Sunshine
Me – Who am I
The Ninth Life
nutsrock
Estelea’s blog