Late Blooming is Still Blooming!

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So, I’ve been behind with my Blogging 101 Class. Yes, let the wet noodle beating begin!

In my defense, I have been working through a USM class, trying to write daily on my first book, and experiencing a learning curve teaching new Aerobics Classes at work. What a refreshing place to be today, life FULL of exciting, life changing activities all in line with my dreams and goals. One of which is establishing my identity in the Blogging World, oh but I have digressed…..

Being a perfectionist and thirsting for knowledge, I couldn’t just pick up on today’s Blogging 101 assignment. So, without further delay here is my next assignment:

Today’s assignment: write a post that builds on one of the comments you left yesterday. Don’t forget to link to the other blog!

One Word Photo Challenge–Mustard by Silver Threading

You said 6 days ago:                     Yes 6 whole days ago!

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The Bigamist

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Today in Writing 101, write a post with roots in a real-world conversation. For a twist, include foreshadowing.

I opened the envelope in my hands glancing at the return address as I ripped it open. Schultz & Kirkpatrick, P.C. it read. A lawyer, I thought to myself. From Milwaukee, Wisconsin, no less. The documents enclosed were the probate documents to my step mother’s will. She had died a few months back, and I was interested to find out how she disposed of her assets.

Over a cup of tea, I read the legal papers. When I finished, I shook my head and read them again. Just as I had assumed, my step mother had included me in her will inheriting along with 20 other people an amount to be determined 15 years after her death if certain conditions were met.  Typical.

In addition, she had written out my sister, (now deceased herself), and my brother… but someone else was listed, Carol Steinle. Who the hell was that, I thought?

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(Image credit: Opening the documents)

I read that section over and over again. The more I read, the clearer it became to me that my father had another child after me, with another woman he had been married to! AND, not my mother, nor my step mother. I stared blankly at the page. Could this be true? I shook my head in disbelief.

I called my brother in law, Jerry, who was the eldest in the family and had known my parents extensively. He listened as I read to him the information contained in my step mother’s probate documents. When I finished he let out a long sigh.

“You never knew any of this,” he asked me?

“No,” I told him, “I am completely in the dark about another child.”

Jerry asked me if I remembered my Father married to the other woman. He said it wasn’t long after my mother had died. I did, and it was not a good memory.

The last time I saw her, my drunken father had beat her up. I closed my eyes and could hear the sirens and see the flashing lights of the police car that had responded to the incident all over again in my mind. I remember crying and screaming for my Daddy. That was when Grandma and Grandpa came and got me and I started living with them.

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“Your father was a mess in those days,” my brother in law said. You lived with Grandma and Grandpa and he married her. We all knew it would not work out, but your father was not the kind of man you questioned, if you remember.

“Did he have another child,” I asked, afraid of the answer.

“We never saw her,” said Jerry. “Your sister and I knew, but not anyone else.”

“Your stepmother had a fit when she found out,” Jerry said. “Your father and step mother married in another state and your father never told her he had been married to the second wife.” “They had to get a divorce, so that he could divorce the second wife.” “Then he remarried your step mother,” Jerry said.

I was shocked beyond belief. All that moral crap they had crammed down my throat when I was young, and here at forty years old I learn my father was a bigamist? And, he had another child!

I hung up the phone after thanking Jerry for explaining it all to me. Now what, I thought? I have a half-sister somewhere out there. Does she even know about me or my brother? I began the search for the half-sister I never knew I had.

Thanks for visiting me today.  I look forward to seeing you again,

Silver Threading

Truth Serum

Today’s assignment: publish a post based on your own, personalized take on today’s Daily Prompt from WordPress:

“You’ve come into possession of one vial of truth serum. Who would you give it to (with the person’s consent, of course) — and what questions would you ask?”

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Thanks for the visit today.  I solved the riddle with a series of Haiku.  Enjoy.

I look forward to seeing you all again!

Silver Threading

My Step Mother’s House

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My step mother’s house in Milwaukee, Wisconsin was a dark-red brick house with ivy growing all over, which colored the house according to the seasons.  In fall, the house blared out in wild hues of red, copper, and orange ivy leaves.  In winter, the house seemed stark, naked.  In spring and summer, deep green leaves contrasted with the red brick.  I thought it looked the best in summer.

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(Image credit: Sparklestar)

The house belonged to my step mother and her alone.  My father was not on the deed.  The house had belonged to my step mother and her first husband, who was deceased.  She never let me forget that.  Everything in the house had been theirs.  Not ours – theirs.  I hated that!

This house was the only one like it in the neighborhood.  To a twelve-year-old girl who was already considered different, and only wanted to blend into the masses, the house was a great source of my discontent.  The red brink accented by pistachio green window trim just screamed, “Look at me, I am different!”  I hated it.

The house was not large by any means in fact, it was quite small.  There was a large brick and concrete front porch that was never used.  The porch was flanked on the left side by the largest picture window in the neighborhood. It looked like a huge glaring eye staring out into the street.

The front door was for company only. On the right side of the door was my step mother’s and father’s bedroom, and that also sported a smaller picture window.  The house always looked like it was winking or, was off-balance somehow.  I hated that too.

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(Image credit: Brick house – not my step-mother’s house – just an example)

Inside my step mother’s house were two bedrooms, a den, a large kitchen, a living room, and one small bathroom.  There was a basement that encompassed the whole bottom floor that was accessed by a flight of stairs from the kitchen.

The basement contained a laundry area, a wood working room, another casual living area, and a pool table!  I was never allowed to play pool because the pool table held sentimental value to my step mother.  It belonged to her first husband.  I grew to hate that also.

The kitchen was the main living area of the house.  The walls were painted turquoise and bright red linoleum tiles covered the floor.  There was a round table skirted by three chairs nearest to the back door.  My father and step mother would come in after work and sit in those chairs and smoke and talk.  I was the only kid in the neighborhood or in any of my classes who had a “working” (step) mother.  I really hated that.

1970, the year I was twelve, was all about expression in the use of color within your home, and my step mother loved color.  Of course, I hated it.  In the bathroom, the sink, toilet, and tub were baby blue.  Pink tiles lined the walls.  My step mother added purple to the mix and the room was a psychedelic mess.  And, to make matters worse, there was no shower – only a bathtub!  I hated that worst of all.

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My bedroom was painted in a pale wedge-wood blue.  I had a comfortable double bed with many blankets to ward off the harsh Wisconsin cold.  There were curtains on the windows patterned with fall leaves.  I liked the way the coolness of the blue walls contrasted with the warm colors in the curtains.  White café curtains finished off the window decor and afforded me some privacy from the closeness of the neighbors.  My room felt like a sunny autumn afternoon.

Over my bed, hung three framed prints of birds from the Audubon Society;  a robin, a blue bird and a scarlet tanager.  They had belonged to my step mother’s first husband.  I did not mind them.  They were beautiful to me.

My father made me a wood desk which overlooked one of two windows in the room.  I sat at that desk reading, writing, doing homework, and dreaming of what I was going to become in the years ahead.  My bedroom, my sanctuary was the only room I liked in my step mother’s house.  Eventually, I would have to leave it all behind.

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Image credit: Dreaming of Life)

This was part of my Writing 101 assignment for today wherein we were to tell about the home you lived in when you were twelve. For our twist, we were to pay attention to — and vary — our sentence lengths.

Thanks for the great visit today.  I hope to see you again soon!

Silver Threading

My Journey Into “Gentle Yoga”

As part of Blogging 101’s assignment for today, I am sharing a few links that I really love!

I recently read an article in “Prevention Magazine,” ( June 2014 edition, by Hillardi Dowdle) extolling the virtues of “Gentle Yoga.”  The article concentrated on Jillian Pransky, a New Jersey-based yogi.  What was completely amazing to me was the fact that scientific evidence now exists that 10 minutes a day of gentle yoga contributed to a significant weight loss for practitioners.  This was on top of all the other added benefits of doing yoga on a regular basis.  I was enthralled!

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(I found the above image on Pinterest but could not find a working website for the image.)

Here is the link to the article on Prevention.com

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(Image from Prevention.com)

Here is the link to Pransky’s Gentle Yoga video from Prevention.com

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According to Yogi Pransky, “One of the key aspects of making gentle yoga work for you is to close your eyes and set an intention for your practice.”  My intention is to get more flexible.  I walk about 2 miles a day and sometimes stiffness plagues me late in the day.  As a beginner, I want to do my 10 minutes of Gentle Yoga in the afternoon to help me relax in the evening.

I have decided that anything that helps me lose weight and feel relaxed each day is something I want to participate in. Today is the first day of my yoga challenge.  I committed myself to do this challenge back in May and life got in the way, so I am doing it again!

JOIN ME, for 10 minutes a day and try Gentle Yoga.  Then, comment on this post and let me know your progress and I will share mine.  Do something nice for yourself.

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Thanks for the wonderful visit.  I am so glad that you stopped by,

Silver Threading ❤

 

Gratitude Sunday

Gratitude Sunday

Colline, of Colline’s Blog, sponsors a weekly Gratitude Project where she encourages us to be mindful of what we are thankful for each week.

This week I am thankful for the cool breezes blowing into our little part of the world – Pensacola, Florida.  It has been an excruciatingly hot summer here in the northwestern panhandle of Florida.  Last week, our temperatures dipped into the high 60’s F. in the mornings and the low 80’s F. during the day.  It has been sheer bliss.

Finally, it is beginning to feel like autumn.  I am looking forward to steamy cups of hot chocolate enjoyed outside while we are barbecuing, enjoying my hot tub/spa with a glass of Moscato wine, and cool misty morning walks with Sugar and Spice, my Pomeranians.  I am ready for some fall like weather!

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Autumn always makes me think of family.  The grandkids go back to school, the days get shorter, the nights get longer.  Halloween is just around the corner!  Fall is the prelude to the holiday season which for many is a stressful time of year.  I keep things simple and like to spend time with loved ones.  What do you do for the holidays?

These cooler temperatures have made me nostalgic for times long ago when my children were young and still living at home.  We always had myriads of activities to keep us busy, what with school, dances, homework, crafts, etc.  Thankfully my oldest daughter, Tabitha is coming for a visit from California in a week or so.  I am so excited!

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Yes, I am truly thankful for the cool sea breezes bring autumn along on their headwinds.  What are you thankful for this week?

Thanks for visiting and spending some time with me.  I will see you again,

Silver Threading

Auburn Berries

Summer Berries

Sweet auburn berries –

turn tart during autumn’s veil,

fickle summer love.

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These wild berries grow along the road where I walk each morning.  I took this picture in the heat of summer.

Join us in Amanda’s Unique Art Chic, Pixel Prose Challenge.  It is open to everyone!

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Thanks for visiting.  I always enjoy your company!

Silver Threading

Sugar & Spice Say…

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Sugar says, “My Mom was late posting pictures for Michelle’s Weekly Pet Challenge so this is what I thought about that!”

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Spice said, “Leave me Alone!” “I just want to sleep after that grooming session.” “It’s hard being beautiful!”

Sugar and Spice think Mom is spending too much time in Writing 101 and Blogging 101.  They will be glad when it is all over Open-mouthed smile.

Thanks for visiting with Sugar and Spice.  Come and see us again,

Silver Threading

Our Ordinal Love

Our Ordinate Love

Just a little Haiku craziness for Linda’s Stream of Consciousness Saturday where our prompt was to use an ordinal number.

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Thanks for the visit.  I look forward to seeing you again,

Silver Threading