Do you fit the bill?

DAILY PROMPT
Litmus, Litmus on the Wall
If you had to come up with one question, the answer to which would determine whether or not you could be friends with a person you’ve just met, what would it be? What would the right answer be?

A  friend

All necessary components in
Forming the sought after
Relationship of a confidant is
Integrity, honesty and
Empathy
Nothing less will
Do

Beauty is there we just have to look

DAILY PROMPT

Absolute Beauty

We’ve all heard that beauty is in the eye of the beholder. Do you agree? is all beauty contingent on a subjective point of view?

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Winter is visiting our state in the coldest possible way

causing the mercury to plummet sinking further every day

As the nation’s water levels’ falling the supply’s running out

covering cloud devoid of rain won’t help to ease a gripping drought

Dark nimbus came rolling in as hopeful prayers began to soar

then the heavens opened releasing rain for fifteen hours or more

Albeit wouldn’t invalidate the drought or cease farmers worry

it was the sight of playing  geese and ducks in a happy flurry

That displayed even the bleakest day can have beauty all its own

it left me feeling uniquely blessed for the magic I’d been shown

Dissolving winter miseries the cold attempted to entice

infusing sunshine in my heart although fingers still felt like ice

Singing through my tears

Moved to Tears

Do movies, songs, or other forms of artistic expression easily make you cry? Tell us about a recent tear-jerking experience!

 

It had happened again, as it does about this time every year, I had been taken over by a little person that resides deep within, as I feel does in every one,. She refuses to let adulthood take over her place in my life since she woke as a child, and to this day swears she saw Santa putting gifts on the end of her bed.

Now the only problem I have with this ego, is that for some reason the sound of Christmas carols set her emotions on an unexplained ebb and flow of haunting warmth and longing, that triggering off a rollercoaster ride which in turn opens the floodgates and tears start to flow … Automatically I attempt to join in, albeit is impossible to sing along and cry at the same time.

Having battled this embarrassing conundrum all my life, although years ago arrived at the stage where I can almost pretend they are not playing everywhere in the shopping centers, therefore I get to do most of my shopping without sobbing, although the bill sometimes makes me want to.

Now this new problem arose last December in the form of a five year old Fairy Princess who calls me Nana and spends every Friday yakking at me. I was instructed it was time to put up home decorations, okay this means we had to visit the garage. Oh goody! … Rummaging through twelve months of accumulated dust to locate boxes, then lug them back to the shamefully undecorated lounge room.

With ladder in hand and supervisor on a chair in the centre of the room, I was directed as to what was to go where, all fine as I do enjoy this part of Christmas, but sadly neglected to continue the tradition after our own offspring had flown the coup.

Then the REQUEST that led to the quandary of how to handle the situation. Nana, can we Please play Christmas carols, jingle bells and Rudolf the red nose reindeer? Being the best Nana I can, I dig out the records and the player (yes I am not that modern) I still have Bing Crosby singing White Christmas.

Anyway she is so mesmerised by Nana’s funny big black cd’s as she called them, she didn’t notice my half strangled replies or the eyes starting to fill,  even going into another room didn’t help as my Friday shadow was right there yakking.

After playing the above mentioned requests, and before I completely dissolved into a blubbering mess, I put on White Christmas and did the only thing I could think of at the time, I started to sing along with Bing. Now for those of you out there that unaware, I’m the only Mum I know of that when she sang lullabies to her babies they started to cry until I stopped.

It only took one carol before my Princess decided it was time to go outside for the twentieth time to see if the chooks had laid any more eggs.

I think I need a better solution, as I don’t want her to grow up crying every time she is with me and hears carols, in case Nana starts to sing again.

 

For Me!

You, Robot, you’ve been handed a robot whose sole job is to relieve you of one chore, job, or responsibility you particularly hate. What is it?

 

Before signing on this agreement

my cleanliness rules being stringent

sharing with dogs and a pussy cat

 

A personal robot all my own

to clean dirty floors while I lay prone

I reckon I could get used to that

 

No more ache from future mop bending

could this be the message you’re sending

live the life of an aristocrat

 

With a robot from whinging I‘d abstain

because it would save me so much pain

a real pain management diplomat

 

I’m forwarding on my humble thanks

a thoughtful gift that nothing outranks

now floors are clean in this habitat

Think again.

Tell us about a time you made a false assumption about a person or a place — how did they prove you wrong?

The Big Bang had me crashing to earth.

Why are you kids watching that rubbish? if you must watch TV surely you can find something better than that. Of cause, my adult offspring and I assume the grand children were used to my disparaging remarks in regards to the constant codswallop dished up as nightly entertainment on the television.

      They like their father and so many others are addicted to either the box … oops dated myself there, me thinks … or movies. I on the other hand gave up watching movies when impudence, violence, sex and foul language became the be all and end all to dish up to the masses. I admittedly hate to miss the nightly news, which when one thinks about it, features without a doubt all the above nasties, the only way I can justify myself is the news keeps me informed, whereas to choose to watch a movie or a TV show I don’t find entertaining, in the least seems to be a tad hypocritical not to mention a waste of time.

      Anyway I digress, back to my guests who were all rolling around laughing at a group of young people dressed up in super hero costumes; another quick glance at the screen had me rolling my eyes in the superior fashion of mums when we know we are the only ones that show good judgment.

       It was weeks later while sitting on the couch busily nursing a head cold, that the same show happened to come on, to be honest I just didn’t have the inclination or the energy to get up and retrieve the remote from you know who’s favourite chair. The unaffected merriment emitting from that group of in my opinion talented young people, while I too vulnerable to fight it, held me captivated and  infected me with the dreaded curse known to the world in general as “The Big Bang Theory”  To feed this new addiction I’ve enjoy watching the show as often as I can ever since.

      How could I have been so wrong I had no idea, unless it was from years of trying to protect my young children from the evils of the outside world, thus forgetting how to be open minded now they were adults, albeit whatever the reason, I thank Penny, Sheldon, Leonard, Howard and the new cast members for helping show me that fun and laughter can be achieved, without offending a somewhat prudish Nana.