The Daily Prompt:
Good news — another hour has just been added to every 24-hour day (don’t ask us how. We have powers).
How do you use those extra sixty minutes?
If that extra hour meant that it could be my extra hour, a very selfish hour where I can do just what I want –
well then I’d grab it with both hands 🙂
I think I’d put everything off such as TV’s and anything that makes a noise and have an hour of quiet whilst I will read or do something creative.
Dear Black dog,
You have been chasing me relentlessly for the past month – again. Sometimes, I manage to run faster than you, sometimes I’m just not strong enough and I slow down. You on the other hand seem to have swallowed dynamite, because you just don’t stop. The few times that you do take a rest, I can still feel your eyes, watching me.
I wonder if the devil isn’t riding along with you, holding out a bottle of meds and spurring you on to chase me faster…
You make me so tired.
When will you stop?
When will you leave me alone?
For how many years are you still going to torment me?
I would appreciate you letting me know all this, just so that I can know.
Hope, the happy hugger.
The Daily Prompt:
What’s the best (or rather, worst) backhanded compliment you’ve ever received? If you can’t think of any — when’s the last time someone paid you a compliment you didn’t actually deserve?
Compliments are strange things. It’s the level at which the praise is given that sometimes bothers me, because often there are underlying motives behind the compliment. I think we become more attuned to the levels of sincerity after a while, especially as we get older.
When I was younger I would swallow any compliments I got, but I learnt the hard way that they were not always as sincere as one would think they are.
I don’t want to undermine the sincere compliment though, those are the ones I appreciate from the bottom of my heart.
One compliment that I will never forget was from one of my eldest daughter’s friends. He said. “You rock Ms H, you rock harder than stones!” I was not too sure if that was a good or bad thing. I checked with daughter after her friend had left and apparently it was a good thing. 😀
The Daily Prompt:
Who’s the last person you saw before reading this prompt? Whether it’s a family member, a coworker, or a total stranger, write a post about what that person is thinking right now.
The last person I spoke to just before reading the prompt was my youngest daughter. I think she is proudly thinking about how she got 100% for her science test today, and the afternoon of homework ahead of her. She is such a clever girl.
I don’t brag about my daughter’s scholastic achievements often enough. I have noticed that people don’t like to hear other parents brag about their children and I don’t usually, but today, I feel like it…
On second thought, I’ll bet she’s thinking about something completely different 😉
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Todays Prompt: Share a story where it was very difficult for you to forgive the perpetrator for wronging you, but you did it — you forgave them.
I’ve written so much about forgiveness, and so often that I just don’t think I can do so again. It is a difficult subject for me. It is also not the right time for me to reach down into that dark corner right now, so I thought I would follow the photographers prompt, which is: Repentance. The picture which came to mind immediately was this picture of a little chapel I came across a little while ago, out in the country.
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Prompt: Write about whatever you’d like, but write using regional slang, your dialect, or in your accent.
Ag, you know, I sent the WordPress Prompt blokes a suggestion. The suggestion was “Write a post phonetically.” So check what they did, they went and told everyone to write local. But you know, I see they used their kop, cos the way I see it, after reflecting big time, the other blogging okes wont know how or what I saying. I mean, when I saw the prompt only one word came into my head “Jislaaik!” It’s like they sommer went and took my suggestion and twisted it into a blerrie koeksister.
Ja, but I’ll tell you what. It prolly didn’t even happen that way. I swear, they didn’t even look at my idea. But, its laaik I said, I’m a touchy bird. Ag shame man, I feel bad now, cos I skinnered about them. Tomorrow I’ll be feeling all bakgat again. Still, it makes you think, doesn’t it, hey my china?
Not all South Africans speak this way. There are many accents. This is the one closest to me. More the “Jo Burg joller'”or as they say lately “Jozi”
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How important are clothes to you? Describe your style, if you have one, and tell us how appearance impacts how you feel about yourself.
This prompt made me think of the old days when all the ladies wore hats to church. My mom had two rather ornate church hats and then my Aunty Gerty who was an Afrikaans lady, had quite few church hats. I, as a little girl was quite intrigued at the different styles and artiness of church hats, but I digress. I think it is important to dress accordingly for business meetings or even church for that matter, although the church seems to be much more modern now and the old-fashioned styles are not necessary anymore. There was a time years ago also when people wore their “Sunday best” to the doctor. Do you even have a “Sunday best” anymore?
For me though, I do have different sets of clothes for different occasions, because as I said, I feel that one should present oneself in a specific way for specific reasons. For my normal everyday clothing though, living in South Africa it is quite hot, so the lighter cottony fabrics appeal to me. I like the lighter colours too. I love textured cotton. One of my favourite tops is a white cotton top with a vintage style lace around the collar. I love modern vintage, love the mixture of a good pair of jeans with a vintage or very cottony looking top. That works for me and of course earings, I totally adore earings and have many pairs.
For men, I like the crisp look too. I must say though that if I cast my mind back to how some of the men used to dress quite a few years ago; a crisp shirt and trousers with that casual sports jacket and the soft wispy smell of aftershave…even now, on the odd occasion seeing a man, no matter the what the age, dressed and smelling so clean and fresh most certainly tickles my senses.