Daily Prompt – JusJoJan the 23rd, 2020. Drive.

It’s Thursday, and we’re back to our regular daily prompts, this one for the 23rd day of Just Jot it January 2020. Janet gave us our prompt word for today. Thanks so much, Janet! Please be sure to visit her blog to read her post and say hello. And follow her while you’re there!.

Your prompt for JusJoJan January 23rd, 2020, is “drive.” Use the word “drive” any way you’d like. Have fun!

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You just drive me wild

Drive me to distraction child

Drive me off the rails

Drive me beyond my tether

Could you drive me off ? Never!

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Driving off now

Mary and Jo part16

Today is the sixteenth day of Advent, leading up to Christmas. I would like to re-run my take on the Nativity story. I first wrote this in 2011, in the style of prosetry

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“I have an idea” said Balthazar “I think we should wear our national robes to show honour to a new king I have mine with me do you two need to go shopping”.
The other two men smiled and produced the robes they’d brought, they had all had but one thought.

The shepherds on the way down from the pastures to the town discussed whether the sheep would be a good idea for the parent’s of the new king to keep. We must take them though our intentions we need to show.
Sitting quietly in the back was Josh a nephew who was out with the shepherds the night the angels came. He will never forget the light, the voices or the beauty, he will never be the same again.
Scouring his mind Josh wanted to find a gift but he had none, then in his pocket something slipped into his hand he did not know at first but his search was done. A friendship bracelet his friend had given him, as he had left to go and fight a war. This bracelet had protected him and now it would carry the protection over to the new king

a gift fit for a king

Sitting back and feeling good he was happy to pass his good luck on to the new child who was to be the One. Easier now in his head he relaxed and closed his eyes and relived last night. The angel and how was lit the countryside. He felt angel wings touch his face and felt his soul fill with grace.

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One-Liner Wednesday

If you want children to be intelligent read the fairytales. If you want them to be more intelligent read them more fairytales.

Albert Einstein

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This is part of LindaGHill’s One Liner Wednesday

Twittering Tales #92 – 10 July 2018

This is brought to you care of Twittering Tales, from Kat Myrman of Like Murcury Colliding.

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The Bank holiday Monday

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All morning in the heat of the car “how much longer, are we there yet” Finally there. The heat had the beach rammed packed. They piled out the car, windbreak,bucket,spades, packed lunches, kids. Caught like sardines on overcrowded beach. “How long do we have to stay” she thought.

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Stream of Consciousness Saturday: Novel.

This  part  of LindaGHill’s  Stream of Consciousness  Saturday  Linda  said  : ” Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is: “novel.” Use it any way you’d like. Enjoy!”

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What  a  novel  idea 

Sitting  in  the  kitchen  she finally  decided  to  try  something novel and new. A different  approach  maybe  it  would  work. Walking  to  the  bottom of  the stairs  she  cleared  her throat and  called out in a calm and pleasant  voice.” It is  seven o’clock  I shall be  leaving  here at seven thirty. Breakfast is  ready.”

She  returned  to the kitchen  finished  her  crumpet  and  coffee…. it tasted  really  good maybe because  she was not  getting up  every  five  minutes  to  to  shout  to  her  children.

Stacking  the  dishwasher  she  looked at  the clock, ten minutes until she needed to  leave. This  was a novel feeling , no  stress no  stomachache. At  seven thirty  precisely she picked up her car keys  and  handbag  and  left  the house.

On the drive  to work  she relished  the novel  feeling of  silence  and  peace. She  arrived  at  work on  time and  relaxed. At nine thirty  her mobile rang  she  turned it on  to silent and ignored it.  That  was novel  too but  it  would only  be  the children  wanting  this or  that!

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As soon as  she had  closed  the front  door after  a  five minute  stunned  silence  all hell broke  loose . There  were four  dazed teenagers  fighting for  the  bathroom, frantically searching  for  clothes. Mum had  only  called  them once and  she had  left  on  time.

Quiet a novel feeling  for them too. They  all had  to  fend  for  themselves and  they were all shocked  and  stunned!

Well Mum did  this  five  days on the  trot, she looked better  and  felt  better.

A Novel  side effect  the  children  got up  on  time  everyday , tidied  their  rooms  and  sorted  their  laundry!

Meanwhile  in  the  REAL  WORLD  nothing  changed…I  said  real  world , not  a novel!

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Thursday Doors

If a picture paints a thousand words I believe this garage door does.

Song Lyric Sunday

The talented Helen Espinosa  of This  life one  word  at a time said  : I’ve decided that the theme for this week is all about love.  You know that whole saying, “They’re playing our song…”?  Well this week, we are posting songs that make us think of those we love.  It doesn’t have to be a lover, husband or boyfriend.  It can be a best friend, or a sibling or a child.  Just post a song that makes you think of someone you love.

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This one is  self  explanatory!

 

SoCs: All for Naught a Nonet

Did I work  and  care  for all of  them

Tending  to their  every need not

Realizing  it was all

For naught. Since I  cut that

Umbilical Knot

I was not on

Their minds

All for

Naught?

 

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Whooping Cough

I am posting one of  my older  blogs   today  because  Linda G Hill’s  post   The MMR Vaccination Debate – a Parental Perspective.   really  made  me  think  and  think hard . My two older children  both in their  forties  did not  have  the MMR . I was advised against it  because  they both had  chronic  Asthma . They  both  had  Measles , Mumps  and Whooping  Cough. I decided  the third  son  would have  all vacinations . Somehow  he  developed Whooping Cough  before his second  week of life. He is  in his  thirties  now  with  a wife  and baby.

Please  have the vaccinations  if  they illnesses  return  they are killers!  Here  are links  to imformation but  do investigate  for yourselves.

Whooping Cough     MMR Vaccinations

Whooping Cough

He was always being sick, I was not imagining it nor was I imagining that noise he was making . It sounded like whooping cough, but he was only two weeks old?

I was at my whits end, he had started being sick before I had even left the hospital, yet no one would listen to me. I had had enough and so here I was in the Drs surgery siting in the hallway, because my beautiful baby was coughing so much he was being sick and I could not stand the reproving looks from the other waiting, patients.

I was sweating  and stressed I knew this baby was ill, I had been through some very scary things with my other two boys .  P spending the first fortnight of his life in an incubator  because he had ‘post natal distress’ . Both boys had had collapsed lungs due to asthma, M had had his tonsils out then hemorrhaged when I got him home! he and P had both had Measles and Mumps and chickenpox to name a few , need I go on I did know a sick child when I saw one!

Finally the Dr called us in. I had known him now for the last nine years and he insisted we use first names  which did make things feel easier. He was not happy with J, he was not sure if he had a blockage in his throat or stomach but also felt that as I knew my baby best, I could be right in my diagnosis ! I can tell you now I did not want to be right!

All the Dr could do was pat me on the shoulder and pack us off to the nearest hospital. He had rung ahead and alerted the pediatric  ward of our plight. I do no remember how I got to the hospital , there were no mobile phones, I did not drive in those days and I doubt I took the bus. I should think I had either phoned my husband from the surgery,and  as all of my friends who drove would also of had children and I could not in all conscience expose any of them to whatever it was that J had.

I remember being in the hospital though, I was with J in a single room. A glass wall separating us from the nursing station. I did not realize immediately that J was on the danger list and we were in a Barrier Nursing Ward. I was wearing a gown and watching  my baby, my little boy sleeping fitfully and coughing , coughing, coughing!

I spent whole days there and often late into the evenings, my husband joining me as often as he could. My neighbour helped by picking the boys up from school and feeding them for me. I had often looked after her daughter, even taken her on holiday……. but I still felt bad. I would drop them off at school in the morning  then go straight up to the hospital.  I don’t remember how but I managed to shop and do the washing look after the boys and one weekend we even had visitors.

One weekend my husband brought P and M and the little girl next door to see J, they were not allowed on the ward so my husband walked them right round the building and they waved and made faces through the window….. good job we were on the ground floor. It hurt me to see them touching the glass, looking so sad, they really loved and missed J.

For some reason it took the medical staff nearly a fortnight to finally tell us for certain that J had Whooping Cough! How did he get that straight out of hospital, I just don’t know. He was so ill it was awful, I had to watch him suffering that awful cough. Every time he was sick I had to feed him a bottle of milk  then he would sleep then the cough would start. Then one weekend I had gone home for a rest, ( we had visitors ). I had just had a bath and got ready to face the world when the hospital rang to say it was touch and go. They asked us not to come in as there was nothing we could do and we would only get upset.

Get up set ?……… I was upset. I stood in the hall looking at the phone, when our guests came out to ask when we were going out for our meal. ……. I don’t remember what or if I ate all I remember is worrying…………….

However  he  made it  through  the  night, he  took months  to recover   infact it  was over a year  before  he really improved. I  could  not take  him out until the summer,  he was born in the January  and  was not able  to be taken out  until late May early  June.

He  is a grown man  now with a baby  of  his  own….

Just Jot It Jan : Suffer Little Children

CRACK! Crash, Silence a  shot in the dark

No pleasant, fun walk in the park

Everyone fell to their knees

Those who can get up , flee

Stay still and quiet

Pray they will go

Who can know

Why they

Kill.

 

This post is part of Just Jot It January hosted by Linda G Hill.

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