Daily Prompt: I Can’t Stay Mad At You

Funny that this topic should come up today because yesterday, I was thinking about the very same.

I have a large capacity for forgiveness and I forget to the extent where I don’t allow it to ruin my forgiving nature. In other words, put it behind you so it doesn’t interfere with moving forward. But if an offense is stored somewhere in your memory, where it can be called up in the future, is that really forgetting?

I Can’t Stay Mad At You
Believe me, how I’ve tried
The thing we have to do
is love and compromise.

It may sound simple, yet
I’ve seen this road before
a large capacity
to forgive but forget ? …..

In my mind, there’s a bank
where conflict may be stored
when I reach my breaking point
that’s it, I’m done. Forewarned!






At the risk of sounding trite, sometimes life just knocks you down; conflicts arise and a day, week or even a month can become tense and stressful. (Insert ad for medication or meditation).  Sometimes it’s on you and other times it’s up to the powers that be.  In many cases though, it’s the loved ones who annoy you.

I am having one of those days……..

How can I turn this around?

When things just aren’t right, I will reflect on what I can do differently, then reconnect. I can start by doing something, I believe, I’m making up right now. Call it, a “Tranquililoquy” (talking to oneself aloud and long enough in hopes of evoking feelings of tranquility). Or, I can blog. So I thought I’d remind myself by sharing, in words and pictures, those things I find tranquil or that which brings me joy.

Sand and Water.               Hanging out at the beach.             The Sunset.

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The baby of the family.         Being Goofy.                           Exploring.


Music.                                                                     Dance.

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A Walk in the Park.



And if all else fails, I can take a nap.



About My (Current) Header Pic

One morning I awoke very early from the sound of a text message. As I had trouble sleeping that night and had just gotten about three hours in, I was pretty irritated by the sound. Who could possibly be texting me at 6am on a Sunday?

When I checked my phone, I found this picture sent from my honey who at the time was just a friend. (See my post: On Love… Never Say Never…for the whole story.) How could I be mad at someone who knows I love the beach so much that he sent me the sun rising over it. ❤

Always thinking of me.




As In A Dream

When I decided to walk the dog,
it seemed the scenario changed.
I turned around to ring the bell…
the bell was out of range.
So I drove and I drove and I drove around
looking for my steering wheel
until I came upon the curb…
It was my dog that they did steal.
So I ran and I ran and I ran a whoooole block
to report it to the police
But when I step in through the doors,
they made me sign a lease.
So I panted and I fret and I tried to explain
the entire story including the train…

 I heard a dog growl and there he sat,
head cocked, ears bent and I asked:
“Ted, where have you been?”
He barked something about Martha’s Vineyard
and I said “Never mind, you’re back!
We’re going home to live happily ever after!”

And we almost did.

Weekly Writing Challenge: Fifty

Being fifty, unemployed and feeling unemployable, by todays’ standards, is difficult at best. Experience and education doesn’t seem to matter. But, there IS an “upside” to “downtime”: reconnecting with your creative self. For someone who wanted an audience outside her inner circle, blogging could be the start of something sweet.