First world problems, my dear,

First world problems.

Failed to port the number,

That order fell through.

Rocky internet connections,

And no t.v. to speak of too.

A refrigerator on the fritz,

Hundreds of dollars in food wasted

Including several hand trimmed filets

Carved from a beautiful beef tenderloin,

Plus shrimps and scallops, oh my.

Living like we’re camping,

Or vacation with all this eating out,

For a week at least,

Which I really don’t mind,

As long as I can work my 9 to 5.

Him on the other hand,

calling and calling, asking for help,

He misses his dear t.v.

But even he admits,

it’s not as bad as it could get….

First world problems, indeed.

I turned another year older…

What a great gift this week has been…

Jokes on me!

First world problems indeed.

The pages were filled with overlapping thoughts.

The ink from the pen finally ran dry.

She thought she had nothing more to offer,

nothing more to say.

Her mind was quiet finally, but only for a few days.

A fit of anger burst forth…no, not anger.

Frustration? Not that either. Sadness.

The discontent still echoed in her soul.

She had opened the book to release it, to free it,

to let it find air in hopes it would escape,

in hopes the flames would finally go out.

She thought it was bottled up and suppressed.

Now she feared she was feeding it too much

by opening up the book to start,

realizing the flames instead grew.

It became time to put it these thoughts aside,

before it took over and ruined everything.

She closed the book, admiring the cover.

The smell of the ink on the paper reminded her

of a blueline proof prior to printing,

combined with Obsession on a teenage boy.

Another reminiscent memory.

She wouldn’t destroy it, she couldn’t.

Too much of her heart was trapped inside

with the flames, the creativity, the desire.

But it had started to take over her life.

So, she placed it in a hard-to-reach shelf,

knowing, one day, she may pick it up again.

Until then, other endeavors await.

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Thank you to everyone for reading my short stories, prose, and poetry. My posts will be less frequent over the next few weeks, but please continue to check in now and then to see what I’m up to next.

Good night, dear soul.

May your slumber be gentle.

May all your dreams come true,

May your memories of me be kind.

May the future reveal the best for you.

Confusion abound in the virtual world,

How to transition from the physical.

Talks of bits and bytes and CPU and cores.

Where is this cloud, does it float about,

How do we get there, what’s the route?

Oh, the path, the drive, the You-are-Elle.

All these acronyms, what the ach eee double

Hockey sticks!

We can’t speak plain for terabytes and more,

That would shake IT to its very core!

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A little fun on a wild and crazy Tuesday…

Happy computing!

I’m comfortable enough to show you my weird.

I hope you never think less of me because I do.

It means I can be myself, and I trust you.

We all hide our crazy, our insane,

We can’t live life if everyone thinks we’re nuts.

At least my weird is just kind of annoying.

Probably even socially awkward and such.

I sing in the shower,

run around with my hair a mess,

Chubby around the middle,

But check out these breasts!

I tell dad jokes, although I’m a girl,

And giggle at cat pictures

and hug mine until they purr.

I have a dark side, which you’ve seen,

Walk around questioning everything,

And go through laziness to OCD swings,

But you can laugh at it from your end,

And hopefully smile too, knowing that,

I would accept your weird too.

Happiness and joy lighten my heart.

Good news as we hear progress is made.

She’s eating, she talking, she’s standing too!

Amazing how bleak our world became

Just two weeks ago. Now, some progress.

Miles left to go, but with each positive step,

We breathe a little easier.

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Dedicated to anyone who has family dealing with a long term illness. I wish them a speedy recovery.

Likes. Stars. Sharing of memes.

Snippets, sound bytes, pictures, no more.

Does anyone still crave real conversations?

There’s only so much time to accomplish

A million things each and every day.

What would happen if we slowed down,

Took hours to walk among nature,

To breathe fresh air, hold hands,

To turn off the TVs, computers and phones,

Turn back on our… humanity?

Would we realize all the things,

The things we really don’t need?

Would we discover we are just

Compensating for what we truly miss?

Human Connection.