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Well my letters are just basically quick notes to fill people in on what is happening. Sometimes it is card, a note, or hell even a post card. I just like to let them know I am thinking of them.

Be grateful I don't have yours then. You might end up with all sorts of mail. I try to stay in touch with everyone at least once a month. I usually end up writing out about 18 cards a month, not including extras for birthdays and anniversaries. Lately I've gotten lazy and been doing post cards cause I found some really nice ones with pictures of either Long Island or holographic ones.

What would you like me to make you?

The electronic age can be both a blessing and a curse. Most communication between individuals use to be done face to face, or at the very least by phone. Today people still keep in touch but now it is by text and chat. These can be great or absolutely horrendous. Take those sacred three little words - I LOVE YOU. They can be said with passion, with sarcasm, and have multiple meanings depending on how said and the body language. However, reading just the words alone and you are left to wonder if they were joking or take it exactly as it appears. Sometimes I can be a sarcastic bastard. I know it. I can be snarky if you catch me in the morning before my coffee. I admit it freely. But rarely do I do that in chat or text. It is so easy for it to be misinterpreted. I hate being misunderstood. I was once a teacher and I explained to my class that words have power, and when you speak you have to be careful. They told me words don't carry weight. I grabbed two of my A students and told them exactly what I was planning so they would go along with it. Then the following day presented the class with a little example of how words can either lift you up or destroy you. I was giving back tests that they had taken. Both of my students actually got 98's on the test but the class didn't know that. To the first student I gave the test face down and he looked at it and up at me. I turned to him and let him have it in front of the class. "I see you were slacking off this week. Only a 98. You know if you actually put some effort into your work you might actually get a hundred. I thought you were a smart student." The class sat in stunned silence as I continued to pass out the tests. When I got to my second willing student I handed them the test back and she looked at it and asked if she could retake it. "Oh, I wouldn't worry. I know that isn't your normal testing grade. Next time try come to me for some extra tutoring or extra credit. I'm sure we can get your grade up." The class sat looking at her. They all thought she failed but they watched as I "encouraged" her while I had torn down the "98" student. When I finished I walked to my desk. You could have heard a pin drop. I walked to the board and wrote WORDS across the board. Then I asked how many felt sorry for my 98 student and how many for my failing one. They all raised when I said the 98 student. "Why are you sorry for him? He passed the test didn't he?" The class was afraid to say a word. Then I let them all in on it. There isn't a student in that room who bullied or said a bad word to another for the rest of that year. Which brings me to tonight. I have someone i chat with fairly regularly on messenger. We were talking and for a change I went sarcastic on him. I didn't mean it but without being able to "hear" it and know I was joking he took it serious and left abruptly. I felt like crap but that is one of the things about an electronic chat, you don't have anything but the typed word before you. Here at GA I am more the Fool than I am anywhere else. I come here to unwind, have some fun, and talk to interesting people. I try never to insult anyone or be cruel. That is just who I am but I am hyper aware when here. I just want people to stop a moment when they read something. If it seems out of character for the person speaking remember to see if it can be said in a joking way, a sarcastic way, or even a loving way. It is just too easy to misinterpret the written word in a chat. A chat or text doesn't say Robert said in a joking way,"Bite me and die." All the reader gets is "Bite me and die." Is it meant as a common saying between friends, an insult, or what? Sorry to rant like this, but I just hate it when the power put behind the words isn't what was meant.

For each tear shed the voices should be silenced. For if you can not forgive yourself how can the lover forgive. Powerful piece Stu. Not what I was expecting after so long a silence. Glad to see you writing again though.

Sounds like you all had a ball. Glad to hear things are going well for you and Paya.

The writing prompts give me space to play with all sorts of ideas. Some of these I might come back to. Glad you liked it.

Well Frosty left wondering what happened here. Is she recovering from something or is she in a psych ward? Twisted little mind you have there Frosty. Glad to see you back in action.

He tried to remember who had given him the key. So many people at that damn get together had told him stories and handed him things. It was just that he knew the key was important. Given time he knew he would remember its significance. “Seth, why are you so focused on the key?” Seth turned and looked at his apprentice. Pat was of the Binora race, which made this arrangement something new as it was. “Because I have a feeling it might be the most important gi

This seems like the prologue to another wonderful piece Dolores. I find I am really enjoying your work in these prompts. I am glad to get a chance to read them all. I seen your response to Cia. I will be waiting for you to post your tale. I enjoy fantasy a lot.

Hurricane Irene did what few storms do to the East Coast. She came along and caused havoc. It wasn't that she was too strong a storm, or too rainy, or too windy. She decided, like many powerful women before, that she would blaze her own trail and forget the path that was laid out for her. Irene was suppose to come up the coast and either make a glancing blow off of Florida or the Carolinas before smacking the end of Long Island on her way up to Boston. Well being a real child of Mother Nature, Irene decided to just go for broke and slammed herself into the Carolinas and then make her own way north. She came through Nassau and Brooklyn, letting her winds and rain play a little havoc across the rest of Long Island while she decided to mosey on up the Hudson River Valley instead of the course every computer and weather man had predicted. Irene just was determined to have her own way and wasn't going to listen to anyone. You might say Irene really knew how to blow. She managed to knock out over 440,000 privates homes without power before 9am this morning. Two blocks south of me had been evacuated, and by three blocks south most were without power. My own power, internet, and cable were rolling on and off as it came in and out. Felt like it was the tide. Here one moment and gone the next. Walking around in my yard I knew how lucky i had been. There were just a few branches down and no trees fell to take out my house or car. So Irene might be causing major headaches for others but not so for me. Granted she knocked out power just as I was about to take a morning shower but I had one just before bed so that was a minor problem. There wasn't much I could say was wrong at the moment. Then came that thing called work. I've complained before about work. What can I tell you? I use to love going in when I worked up in Connecticut. However since I transferred down to the island it has been nothing but a pain in the tush. They seem to have no little concern for the people who work there for them. I mean when you for a major company you expect them to at least consider what is best for those they have working there. If you turned on the television to ABC, NBC, CBS, Fox, or even the local channel on 12 you were told to please stay off the streets. There are trees, limbs, and other liter all over the place. They want only emergency vehicles on the road if at all possible. We were told to watch the local store twitter account for updates as to when to be at work. The first told the early morning crew to be in for eight. That was then changed to 9, then 10, and finally all crew were to be in at 11am. Considering I was suppose to start work at noon I left at 11am to make sure I had enough time to get there. You know you are going to have one of those days when a sheriff's car pulls you over. No, not for speeding or not following the road rules, but to ask why on earth you are on the road at all. So I had to explain that I was on my way to work. One look at my outfit and he knew I wasn't a doctor, nurse, or anyone in the police force. So needless to say I wasn't what was expected on the roads. Thank god he just shook his head and let me go on to work. I got there at 11:45 am. We were suppose to open at noon. We had a customer right away. Yes you risk everything to run out in a storm to buy ..... a computer bag. Yeah, it makes no sense to me either. Then the power went out and we closed down for an hour. People kept calling to see if we were open. But the comments and things that happen during a storm drive me nuts. People wanting to know why they can't make a return on a item they bought four months ago. You explain that there is only a thirty day return period and you hear but there is a storm so you should just take anything back. What? How does that make any sort of sense at all? People are just really strange, and the wildest ones come out when the smart ones stay home. Grand total I think I might have done twenty returns in the nearly six hours we were actually open. in plain English the company spent more in payroll, power, and water to open up then they would have just paying the employees for the day and keeping the store closed. One of those penny wise, dollar foolish moments. I came home after a trying seven hours to make a quick meal for myself. My internet is still spotty. Not sure how long till all the wires will be fixed. So that is about all I have to say. Irene made a mess and my job took advantage of me. Wish I could say I had someone around to make it all better but still single. LOL. Anyway, I have work early in the morning so going to conclude this blog and head off to bed. For all the other survivors of Irene, I hope your problems were small and you too have not a hell of a lot to complain about. If you had more I hope you and your family have survived in tack and whatever loss you suffer is something that can be replaced or repaired. My best wishes and prayers go out to you all.

His final thought as he climbed into bed was 'I wish I could do it all over again.' It had been the perfect sort of day for Roger. The day had gone so incredibly well he couldn’t believe it. Early that morning the alarm had gone off and for a change Roger had woken up after getting a full nights rest. Today he was suppose to go for the job interview and afterwards he was meeting Greg in town for pizza and possibly a movie. It wasn’t often he got up before six o’clock in the morning. “C

Thanks Carrington. I am going to do my best to stay safe. Just hope I keep power. And I appreciate the well wishes.

I love going to the games. Glad to know you help out with one. I am a mixed pup having Scottish, Irish, English, and German backgrounds. So try to do the Highland Games in the area and hit the Oktoberfest too.

Why would you want my stuff and not me?

For the life of him, Mike couldn’t figure out how he got stuck picking up his mother-in-law from the train station. He’d told Bill that this wasn’t a good idea, after all he and Tracey barely tolerated each other on a good visit. He spotted Tracey McGivens in her pale blue dress suit and bright blue jacket. He headed toward forcing a smile to his face and waving as he head over to greet her. “Oh, it’s you. Where is Bill? Is he okay?” “Bill had to work. I

I liked this a lot Dolores. It works really well as a stand alone and I'm sure it works wonderfully with your story.

Well I couldn't sleep last night if my life depended on it. Been so long since I have had any sort of natural disaster to deal with I just wasn't sure what I should be doing. No, that isn't right, I wasn't sure what my father would allow us to do. So the yard flags are in, the yard sculptures are in, and everything is pretty much ready. Then again that was all done yesterday. If you have been reading my blogs (God help you if you have) then you know I was suppose to go the Scottish Fair today. Well we did. While most of Long Island and NYC are in panic mode the fair was coming off Hurricane Irene or not.My brother's friend and his son arrived at five after eight this morning and off we went. I took a few pictures to put up as well. I normally enjoy the Fair a hell of a lot. You watch the games, eat the food, and spend hours going booth to booth looking at the things that are there for sale. However, due to the rain and Irene coming more than half the vendors didn't show up. The games never really got going because not all the clans showed up. It wasn't as much fun as it usually is and then everyone kept stopping to talk about the expected hurricane. By ten am the rain had started. And we arrived home just before one this afternoon. I am wet and tired. My usual high from going isn't there this time. Then there is the fact my father and I were suppose to go out to eat after the fair. Well since the hurricane is coming and I didn't drive that isn't happening. In fact, we came home and I ended up going to use up some of the stuff I had been saving for the hurricane. Just don't like how the day has gone at all. The hurricane is still heading up here. I understand it has been downgraded to a level one but it is still a massive storm covering a huge area. Everything two blocks south of me is now being evacuated. Going to tough it out.Hope all is well everyone Final thought for now. Just stay safe and hope everyone makes it out alright.

I grow older all the time. With age is suppose to come wisdom, but I guess sometimes I can't get out of my own way. In some respects i will all always be the child looking for acceptance from my parent. I have lived my own life for a long a time. I've had relationships, apartments, and moved to another state mainly to get away from my father. My life was thrown into a tailspin when my mother died. It was painful to return home to deal with all the things that happen when you lose a parent. I also found out where I stand with my sibling. After the funeral I promised myself that I would do as my brother wanted, never return home again. Of course I am also human. My brother lives with his wife midway across the country. I was a three hour drive from my parent's home. Eventually you get the calls you don't want to hear. "Since you mother died I am not in the best of health," and "I wish I had someone here to help me." Guilt plays havoc with you no matter if you are 18 or 88. While my father and I are like gasoline and fire, I gave up my freedom, my apartment, and the close friendships I had fostered and returned home. In a little over a year now I have been doing my best to still find approval. Knowing my father has a huge interest in our heritage, i took him to the Westbury Gardens for the Scottish Festival last year. While we enjoyed it, he cut it short because he couldn't walk like he use to and got tired a little over an hour after arriving. So you get the idea, to get to Westbury from my home is just over an hour drive. He asked if we could do this again because he enjoyed the Father/Son time. I agreed to make sure I would have the time off this year to go again. Fast forward to now. I have arranged to have the day off on Saturday to take him again. For the last month it is the one thing I have been looking forward to. Guess what, the quiet day of going out to the Festival, me finding the damn restaurant he has been wanting to go to, and making sure everything is ready just went out the window. Now it is no longer a Father/Son day. Without telling me he has invited my brother's friend, his son, and now they are bringing a guest. Now if he gets tired i can't simply get him to the car and go home because we aren't going alone. In fact I was informed I wouldn't even be driving. We would be guests on the only outing we would really be doing this year together. We will not be going to the restaurant he wanted to go to, and the surprise reservations I have made now have to be cancelled. Add to this mess the fact that, oh yeah, Saturday evening we are suppose to have Hurricane Irene arrive. I guess I am just stupid. I need to learn that no matter what I want, I don't matter. So why do I keep doing this to myself? I sure as hell don't know.

Bobby was running late. He knew that the news vans were there already. His dark jacket helped to hide the shirt that was presently stuck to his back. This is why he hated it when T had control of an idea. T always liked to make things bigger and more outrageous than last. "So why the hell did we have to be here at nine in the morning? Hell the park only opens up at ten am during the week," groused Lucy. Her dyed jet black hair was swept up into two pigtails that were held in place

I feel sorry for those of you who read these blogs, because you never have any idea where they are going to go. Truth be told, I never know what I am going to write about till half way into them. I got to talking to Mark the other night and mentioned that my father has a corgi who seems to be under the impression she owns me. All my life I have been around dogs. From the time I was a little kid there were poodles, beagles, dobermans, boxers, miniature pinschers, and now a welch corgi. That seems to be some list. I've been with big dogs and small dogs. They have all been family pets and your biggest fear, especially with the doberman and the boxer, was drowning because these dogs all think they are lap dogs and want to lick the heck out of you This year I lost my min pin, Fawn. She had been my bed companion, faithful listener, and friendly face when I came home. With her passing I figured I was done with animals but that was not exactly to be. Having moved in with my father because of his health I came into constant contact with his dog, JJ. The little beast has decided I belong to her. I walk in and there she is. She has this obsession with my feet and tries to lick my toes every chance she gets. Just not something you get use to. Oh well. Deciding I needed to get out for awhile I headed out to the local farm stand. I had been in chat today talking to Mikie and he mentioned he was in the mood for some Zucchini. Well that got me thinking. I picked up a bunch of fresh fruits and vegetables, and one of the ones I made sure to get was Zucchini. Now the next day where I know I will have a little time I plan to turn that squash into Zucchini Bread. I am so grateful that I have my mother's recipe to do that. Just one of those things that once someone mentions it you sort of want it yourself. Besides nothing is as good as fresh fruits, vegetables, or herbs you grow or get fresh. The taste is so much better. I had been worried about getting my anthology piece done but that is finally complete now. I had been concerned a bit that people weren't enjoying my suggestions for the prompts but then Cia did one that blew me away and Dolores did another prompt. If people aren't reading these short pieces coming out of the prompts you are really missing some wonderful story ideas. Any way, I am off to finish one and then go on to finish chapter 23. Been working on it but wasn't too happy so ripped it apart and starting over. All I can say is sometimes it is great to have something happen behind closed doors. Then you can refer to it and never have to fully show it.

Cia you lend a hand now and then as well. But I wouldn't interrupt you. You have enough people you are aiding now. Lugh alone is enough not to let you touch mine. I love his stuff and I know you lend him a hand.

Maria you know I tap you often when I go for poetry. It is just that way with me. Wouldn't trade you for anything though.

Now that was twisted and allowed the soul to come contact the living. I loved this take on the prompt Cia. Really a great tale. I loved how the Spirit of Halloween kept hanging in there till his message was delivered.

Okay Mark it is something else to get this from Luke's perspective. I am glad to know you have moved on from being that thick-headed although you do like to still do things on your own. Glad that Luke is there if you do need help with something. We worry about you but glad this part of your life is over.