#Share My World


Roger’s Magical, Mystical Questions:

1.Many local regions, especially rural areas where I live, have haunted houses. Have you ever spent the night in a house that was supposedly haunted? Anything ‘strange” happen? 

Actually I have stayed in a haunted house or so it was advertised but nothing out of the ordinary happened. It was a fun evening none the less with good friends and an ouija board. We even tried doing our own seance but the ghosts obviously had better things to do than hang out with us amateurs.

2. The Quidditch Cup (riding broomsticks while chasing a small ball) was a huge sporting event in the land of Hogwarts. What is the largest sporting event (or concert, etc.) that you have ever attended?

I would have to say it was either Michael Bublé in concert or Yo-Yo Ma both were in Newark, New Jersey and both were packed.

3. When you go for a swim, do you prefer an ocean, the seaside lakes, or a pool? 

I love walking in wet sand at the ocean and occasionally I do swim there. I enjoy swimming in a pool but I’m not thrilled when kids start splashing. I used to swim all the time in Maine in Lake Wesserunsett located in Madison, Maine. It’s spring fed and so refreshing. That’s my ultimate favorite place to swim. I swam there everyday from June 1st until October 1st when it became just too cold.

4. Ron Weasley received a horrid robe to wear as formal wear to the Christmas dance at Hogwarts. Tell about the most ‘ghastly’ fashion statement that you have ever made.

Back in the 90’s I don’t know if you remember the MC Hammer pants well I loved how loose and comfortable they were. I sewed six different really outlandish colors and wore them well into the early 2000’s well past the height of their peak and crash. I was a school bus driver and jeans were not comfortable to drive 8 hour days but those baggy elastic waist pants were.


Muggle Questions (from Melanie):

1. What is the last song you sang along to?

Responding to Jim’s Sunday lyric post with monster, evil, cruel, etc. I was singing the Monster Mash as I wrote my post. That song always makes me smile.


2. What was your scariest nightmare about?

I dreamed I was buried alive and could hear voices above me. I screamed but no one heard me. I tried to push the covering away and woke to find myself buried in the comforter.

3. What food do you crave most often?

I typically crave salty food and potato chips are my go to. If I don’t have chips in house, I make popcorn and coat it with salt.

4. What’s your grossest bug story?

When we were kids spending summers at my grandfathers house, my cousin who lived next door on a farm used to save the barn spiders to toss at us girls to make us scream. He slipped one in my sleeping bag one night when we were camping. I felt it crawling on my leg and sprung out of the bag. That was the night I finally fought back, I punched him so hard in the nose, he had two black eyes and a broken nose. That was the end of the practical jokes from him.

To this day, I still hate spiders. I see them and I begin squirming. They don’t even have to to touch me, to make me creepy crawly.


For my final theme in this series, I’m going to ask you tell us what “your plans for September are.” Do you have any? If so, what are they? They can be anything, from posting more (or less) frequently on your blog, taking a trip, learning a new skill, getting married, engaged, or divorced, getting more exercise? Or are you just going to play it by ear? Share a story, a poem, a photo, a drawing, some music, or whatever you wish to share about your plans for September.


September is all about selling and packing our stuff so we can move to the next part of our lives.  I’m still waiting on the results for the biopsies. That is really stressing me out. I hate not knowing answers. I prefer to know, plan and do. The next scope is in November to assess the bile duct situation. I know life has so many variables, but the unknown sometimes is worse than the known.

I’m also participating in a blogging challenge on WDC that I’m not hosting. The Virtual Continent Hopping is completed for this year. I have no idea what I’m going to do next year. We began these August virtual blogging adventures with a 2 week camping trip in Maine on Moosehead Lake. Then we decided to make it a month long experience. We backpacked across Europe staying in hostels and traveled by train only. The next year we flew from country to country in South America. The next year we went from concert venue to concert venue across the U.S.. And this year, well as you know we hopped from Antarctica. Australia, Asia, Africa, South America, Central America, and North America ending in Montreal Canada.

I definitely plan on working more on my vignettes and writing poetry.

Did I remember to tell you I finished the baby blanket for Kelsey, the girl in our local writing group? They’re having a boy in about 2 weeks, so I’m glad I finished before he arrived.  I’m very pleased with the results.

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What about you Fandago, what are your plans for September prompts? Dog days of September doesn’t have quite same ring as dog days of August. I want to thank you very much for all you do to make writing on wordpress more enjoyable. I do enjoy the prompts.


#FOWC Hunter

Today’s word is “hunter.”

FOWC with Fandango — Hunter

Impatient Medea©
Let me introduce myself, I’m Medea, the youngest of the coven. Sometimes, the village boys call me Temptress because of my looks. I don’t want to be desired by every guy and hated by every girl. Is it my fault, I’m beautiful. No, but does anyone really care. I don’t fit in the human world. Someday, I will show them, that my beauty is the least of their worries.

I know I am ready to begin my black magic training. I see things I cannot explain, I feel things before they happen. I’ve tried to talk to the elders but whenever I try to talk to one of them, they dismiss my thoughts or say that it is just coincidence. If only the elders would let me participate. I hated hiding behind the maple tree. It is so frustrating!

The night in question, I had planned to be here earlier but my chores took longer to finish, so by the time I arrived things were in the cauldron simmering. Did they engage a hunter? Did they already have everything on hand. How am I supposed to learn if they hide every detail.

I watched as the seven elders mumbled their spells while intently stirring the cauldron. Once the pot sizzled loudly, they gathered in a circle holding hands and began chanting together. A purple smoky haze swirled into the darkness and the woods filled with sounds I have never heard before. My head bobbled left and right.

What was that eerie howling in the distance?  I’ve heard coyotes and wolves howl before but this wasn’t them. Why did my skin feel like it has a thousand ants crawling all over me? It’s not like they knew I could see them. I didn’t tell anyone I was coming. Besides, they always say I am too young to know the dark magic. Too young, too young, that’s what everyone says when they don’t want to be bothered. Why was it such a guarded secret? The old ways were fine for the elders but times have changed. Can’t they see I’m busting at the seams to cast my first spell. Doesn’t anyone remember being my age?

The howling became louder; I felt the hair on the back of my neck stand up. I couldn’t control my shivering. Oops I had made the tree branches shake, so I cursed at myself, Damn it, girl were you trying to get caught by the elders?  I wondered what could possibly make that noise? The elder’s chants were unfamiliar to me and the louder they chanted the closer that strange sound got to us. If only I had seen what they put in the cauldron. I hated knowing half of the story.

A shrill pierced the air… and before I could do anything they all vanished.


Having fun with a Limerick

The word was date: Thank you Esther


Did I tell you about our first date
actually it’s a stroke of fate
the odds of us meeting
in person was fleeting
online relationship to soulmate


This limerick like most of my poems has a background story involved .

Back in 2000, when the writing groups on yahoo were the scene I was in a writing group. I had posted something and this man  downloaded my piece into a word document and then sent it back to me with revision tracking. My initial reaction was rage, who did he think he was?  Once I cooled off and really looked at all the red on my paper, I realized he made some excellent suggestions especially with the tense and grammar. He offered to help me improve my writing. Initially, I was hesitant since I didn’t know this man from jack. But I accepted and over time we became friends.

Fast forward 3 years later, we met in person and began dating. It was challenging dating long distance with Vic in New Jersey and me in Maine. 8 hours apart. But we made it work and in 2007 I moved to New Jersey and we married a year later on Halloween.

Was either of us looking for a mate?  No, we weren’t, but apparently fate had other plans for us.

I don’t let Vic critique my work these days but there are times when I’m missing something I seek his help. And yes, there are still those days when he tells me I have typos, or I’ve forgotten words because my mind fills in them when they’re not actually on the page yet. Even when I proofread, there are words that simply slip by.

Last day of Virtual Continent Hopping.

Final day Montreal
Well, we’re ending our month long adventure in Montreal.
Another early morning just over 2 hour flight to Montreal.
I got everyone a room at the Four Seasons. Today is our last day of continent hopping. So let’s go out in style.

I’ve offered 3 museum choices, feel free to pick whatever interests you.




We’re meeting up after lunch at 2:00 pm to do a private walking tour.


Dinner is at the Famous Tandem.


The BCoF bloggers went on a different adventure so over dinner you need to tell them what they’ve missed and go back to one of their blog entries and tell them what you liked.

BCof: Choose one of the above museums for your morning adventure like the 30 day bloggers are
After lunch we’re going on a different adventure this afternoon. It’s one of the best things to do in Montreal. Wet, wild and wonderful! Jet Boating the Lachine rapids is not only a local tourist attraction, but a symbol of the spirit, history, fun and adventure that make Montreal a world-class tourist destination. Quite possibly the world’s greatest city boat cruise tour!


So this is your opportunity to really make 30 day bloggers envious. Talk about the experiences by reading the reviews and then make it personal.

I snuck a peek at our room before heading out. That’s the great part of this virtual experience, we don’t have to wait until 3pm check in. We can drop our stuff in our room and head out. Sandy and Carly are excited that we’re in their country. Especially Carly, since she refused to come to the US because of the buffoon in the white house. I totally get it. I can’t wait until the elections, hopefully enough voters will support Biden/Harris and kick the asshole to the curb. Oops I went off on a rant instead of telling you about the tub in my room, it’s incredible. A white sunken tub under a heat light set all by itself. I may just sleep in this tonight.



I was so disappointed the Insectarium was closed. It is supposed to be the place to be. Guess that means I’ll have to come back once its 2021, hopefully by then Americans will be welcome in Canada again. Nor did I know Montreal had a large Jewish community. The museum was interesting but it didn’t hold my interest maybe because I really wanted to see the Barbie Expo. This is not Barbie as I knew her! The Barbie Expo,is conveniently located in the heart of downtown, in Les Cours Mont Royal, Montreal’s most prestigious upscale shopping mall. Admission is free. It is a brilliant and exciting way to showcase the haute couture fashion available at the exclusive flagship boutiques. Wow and wow again, they have a stunning display with 1000 dolls. I had no idea until we arrived that it is the largest permanent Barbie doll expo in the world! A truly incredible selection of world-renowned designers have magnificently fashioned breathtaking outfits for every possible occasion—all of them modeled by the 11.5 inch fashion icon herself. I can’t believe the designers on display are Christian Dior, Donna Karan, Armani, Ralph Laurent, Vera Wang, Bill Blass, Oscar de la Renta, Christian Louboutin, Zac Posen, Carolina Herrera, Bob Mackie, and many other authentic fashion all-stars! I didn’t even recognize some of the names but after seeing their work I want to.

I decided to skip the walking tour, they made an announcement that several of their guides are waiting for covid test results because they became sick. I appreciate the heads up, I am immune impaired.

After lunch, we met up to do probably the craziest thing ever. We stripped down to our underclothes and put on a wet suit that had been boiled for our safety. Wet, wild and wonderful is what the guide assured us. His pitch was Jet Boating the Lachine rapids is not only a local tourist attraction, but a symbol of the spirit, history, fun and adventure that make Montreal a world-class tourist destination. He was trying to psyche us up too because he claimed this was the world’s greatest city boat cruise tour!

Well, OMG!! doesn’t begin to describe how awesome this is! We got completely drenched and completely thrilled!! 🙂 It’s like a roller coaster on water!!! It’s NUTS! And the guides are so witty, they did some pretty incredible things! What a way to end our trip,

Dinner at the Tandem started off a bit wonky cos I didn’t remember they were bring your own wine. Sandy was awesome and grabbed some bottles for us to celebrate our last night together. The restaurant was very congenial for us, we had excellent food choices and they didn’t rush us to flip the table. We lingered for a bit with coffee and dessert before heading back to the hotel.

I peeled off my still damp underclothes and made a mad dash to soak in that delightful tub. There was a chocolate covered cherry wrapped on the nightstand I slid into my mouth as I sunk into the steaming oasis. AHHHHhhh  ,this feels divine.
I’m glad my flight back to Jersey isn’t until 2 in the afternoon.I’m going to look around some more since I don’t know when I’ll get back here.

#Song Lyric Sunday


img_0406This week we have some the more deviant, sinister, sordid, terrible, vicious words  Cruel/Evil/Horrible/Monster/Wicked, and hopefully everyone will be able to find a song that utilizes one of these prompt words in the title or in the lyrics.  Take some time to read the posts of other bloggers who respond to this music challenge, as you will probably find many enjoyable songs and it is quite possibly that you will learn a thing or two.  Share your music with others and post a video, try do some research and let everyone know something about the song that you post.  Show the lyrics, let’s all listen to our favorite songs and explore some new music.  Try to find a song that fits the prompt, then write your post and create a pingback, or you can just place your link in the comments section.

Celtic Frost did the Procreation of the Wicked. It was written by songwriters: Gabriel Fischer Thomas / Martin Stricker / Thomas Gabriel Fischer. The only reason I know of this song is because this is played by my grandson. I can’t say I’m fond of Chris’s music choices but it does fit your request Jim.
Now this song comes from a show that was on Fox but was canceled and then picked up by Netflix. It’s hilarious with a lot of sexual tension, violence with angels and demons in roles we don’t typically think about. I found it much more entertaining than the republican convention and obviously there are signs of intelligence in the writing that is not apparent in Trumps’ commentary.
Being Evil has a Price, it’s the official theme song for the TV show Lucifer. A snippet of it plays during the title sequence of every episode. The song is written by Heavy Young Heathens, a duo that makes music mostly for TV and films.
It’s just a [?] that I run through
If I could get my thoughts across to you
A million dollars for your sorrow, now you’re paying for it
Think twice
Being evil has a price[Chorus]
I hear a lot of little secrets
Tell me yours and I’ll keep it
You oughta know my name by now
Better think twice
‘Cause being evil has a price[Verse 2]
I start to wonder, is this real life?
Throw out a candle, turn out the light
The cars and models make you feel like you’re better than it
Think twice
Being evil has a price

I hear a lot of little secrets
Tell me yours and I’ll keep it
You oughta know my name by now
Better think twice
‘Cause being evil has a price
I’ve got a nasty reputation
Not a bit of hesitation
You better think twice
‘Cause being evil has a price

Being evil has a price
I hear a lot of little secrets
Tell me yours and I’ll keep it
You oughta know my name by now
You better think twice
Being evil has a price
I’ve got a nasty reputation
Not a bit of hesitation
You better think twice
‘Cause being evil has a price

‘Cause being evil has a price

“Heavy Young Heathens are American film, film trailer, and television composers, consisting of brothers Aron and Robert Mardo. They are known for their work composing and performing music for television series including Punk’dEastbound & DownThe SimpsonsThe Righteous Gemstones, and Are You the One?. They have also composed music for films such as HalloweenDon VerdeanRules Don’t ApplyYoga Hosers, and Masterminds. Heavy Young Heathens co-composed and performed “Being Evil Has a Price”, the main theme to the popular series Lucifer”. ~ Wikipeida.

#FDDA bus driver

Fandango’s Dog Days of August #30

Today’s theme is “your best job ever.” What is/was your best job ever? What was so great about it? Do you still have it? Even if you’re still in school, you must have had some kind of job, like babysitting, flipping burgers at McDonald’s, delivering newspapers, cutting lawns or shoveling snow. Share a story, a poem, a photo, a drawing, some music, or whatever you wish to share about your best job ever.

I drove school bus for 31 years. It started by accident, I hadn’t really decided what I wanted, let alone drive a bus. I had simply gone to the bus garage to complain about this elderly man who drove 20 mph on a road with a 45 mph speed limit for over 13 miles. He never pulled over just stayed firmly in the middle of the road and only moved over into his lane completely when a car approached him. This was happening too many times for me since this was the road that directly went to my home. So on this afternoon, I followed him back. I asked him why he drove so slow in the middle of the road so no one could pass him. His response “take another road if you’re in a hurry. ” Needless to say that infuriated me.

I went inside to speak to the supervisor. I told him about the driver’s behavior. His response” if you think you can do this job better then be here Monday morning at 5:30 am.” That totally pissed me off more. But I replied, “You’re god damn right I can do it better.  I will be here.”

I thought about driving a school bus  over the weekend. It was more about proving that smug son of a bitch wrong  than wanting to become a bus driver.  And, It wasn’t like I was locked into this forever.

I wish you could have seen his face when I walked in the garage at 5:25am.  I  was sent with one of the drivers who showed me how the circle checks were done and then we left for the high school run. After we dropped the high school kids off he said, “you’re turn to drive.”


“It’s no different than driving a car, only bigger. ”

Except, I stalled it at least 20 times throughout the course of the morning. But I did finally get the basics of driving a stick behind the wheel of a school bus. I went with the same driver every morning and afternoon until I got comfortable with the bus and the stick shift. In between I learned how to parallel park, and to back into parking spaces between buses. That was frigging scary at first. I must of had  a guardian angel because I didn’t hit the other buses but I did run over a few cones until I got it right.

He told the supervisor I was ready to take the driving exam. The supervisor scheduled the necessary test for the following week. He handed me a book on school bus laws and safety to learn. I practiced driving and memorized the handbook until the day of the exam.

Of course, it had to snow on top of everything. My mirror kept fogging up and I couldn’t see the rope that you have to back up to without touching on the skills test. So I failed that part but had a 100 on the written. The examiner suggested I reschedule the road test. I did and returned two days later. The sun was shining and I aced it.

Imagine that I learned how to drive a stick shift in a school bus, and now I had a school bus certification on my driver’s license at 18. I waved the temporary license at the supervisor with a big grin. I thought it was going to be easy but that wasn’t the case.

Unfortunately,  I was the same age as some of the kids on the bus. They took perverse pleasure in giving me a hard time. Because I wasn’t an adult to them. But it didn’t take long for them to realize I wasn’t a pushover nor was I leaving just cos they wanted to be dickheads.

I had an advantage because back in those days when kids got out of hand you could leave them beside the road which I did … a few times. In one incident, a boy refused to put his cigarette out.  I asked for the cigarette again. He grabbed my wrist and put it out in the palm of my hand. I opened the rear door, grabbed him by the shoulders and threw him out. His girlfriend started hitting me.  I simply said,”Jump yourself or I’ll throw you as well.” She jumped.  They weren’t used to a woman being strong let alone being 6 foot tall. After that  incident, things eased because they knew I could and would handle whatever.

Fortunately, we found a way to work together because when I finally retired from driving I had reached a milestone I never anticipated. It was kindergarten orientation day and I had brought a boy to school with his mom and grandmother. I recognized the mom immediately. I didn’t recognize the grandmother but once she said her name I knew.  Oh my… I had brought her to high school when I first started driving bus. I had been her daughter’s bus driver all through school and now I was going to be his bus driver. 3 generations because I had driven that same area for 31 years.  Prior to that occurrence I had driven a parent and then their child but never before a grandparent, a parent and a child until 2007.

I loved driving and I genuinely enjoy children. I was the one that said good morning to them, have a good day at school and in the afternoon I was the one who asked how was school and I’ll see you tomorrow. So many of these kids began their day with their parents already gone to work by the time they left for school. And many of them arrived home to a empty house as well. I knew how important our simple daily exchanges were.

People used to ask how many children I have and were shocked by my response, “4 by birth and 104 by adoption”. I’m still friends with  the majority of my kids from the bus on Facebook. I was very fortunate to drive bus in a time when community’s were more like families …unlike today with it’s  very different environment.

There were several funny incidences after I retired with my grandson, Johnny that were connected to my driving all those years. I had asked Johnny about school, and naturally being a boy who hated school; he complained about his teacher. So, I asked the teacher’s name. He rattled off her name. “I brought her to school.”  I found out later that he had asked his teacher when he returned to school  if I had been her bus driver. As if that couldn’t possibly be true. She told him it was true. She reached out on Facebook to let me know he had asked about our relationship.

I went to a wrestling match to watch him compete but I also had the opportunity to meet his friends and their parents. (Which I had also brought to school.} He glared at me before asking if there was anyone I didn’t drive to school. Yes, his coach. Where we lived people tended to stay in the area because at that time work was good unlike now.

When Johnny died, I called his teachers directly and his friend’s parents because I didn’t want my son or his mom having to make the difficult phone calls nor did I want them reading it in the newspaper. We’re one big family, that will never change.

My heart goes out to the bus drivers of today’s world because it will never have the same connection as it once did. Even when I retired, you couldn’t hug a child or give them a gift for doing well.  Things had changed  because now there were cameras mounted inside the bus to watch our every move because some one had violated the cardinal rule of never hurting a child so every bus driver was assumed guilty. I was happy to retire, because it wasn’t fun anymore… it was all political.



Today’s word is “speech.”

Write a post using that word. It can be prose, poetry, fiction, non-fiction. It can be any length. It can be just a picture or a drawing if you want. No holds barred, so to speak.

Allow me to speak, I’m typically not one to give a speech. I’m more comfortable with poetic verses than speeches. But this found poem could easily be a speech about our ludicrous political state.  There’s no illusions on my part, we’re totally fucked if that idiot is re-elected. The world wide mortification will be too much to bear.

Like It Is
Tell Me A Story
About The
Monkey in Business

ah, The Thrill of Mass Intimacy
Now Lovers
What No Murder
Of, Course I Have Questions
Leave Me with No Illusions
with Sideshow Glances
Simply All the Mortification’s.

Now, if you aren’t familiar with Found Poetry it can be done with newspapers, books, anything that has words actually. In books I highlight the words because I don’t want to cut up the book whereas the newspaper I lie the cut up pieces all over my table. I grab a coffee and stare at the chaos. I pick different pieces of the paper’s titles or subtitles and begin creating. This particular one was completely the New York Times.

I have 4 Ziploc bags full of titles, and subtitles from the arts,books, and the news sections. I love creating found poetry especially when my muse is being resilient.
# NYTimes Titles and Subtitles
ah, is the only word added by me. Writer’s discretion.
It’s a whole new way of writing poetry that opens your mind in so many different ways.

Virtual Continent Hopping-29 Charlotte, NC


30DBC+Aug+2020oops, guess I should have told you before we went to the beach crawl our flight was at 7:00, and we need to be at the airport at 5am. I bad *Rolling*

American has non-stop service from Los Angeles (LAX), Miami, Charlotte, NC, Miami, and Dallas-Ft. Worth. Flying times to Miami are two hours, three hours to Dallas, 3.5 hours to Charlotte, and five hours to Los Angeles.

30 Day I hope you grabbed a nap because our feet hit the ground we’re off and running. We’re doing a segway tour with Charlotte NC Tours. This Charlotte Segway excursion lets you see more in less time than if you were to take a walking tour. Zoom through the area to see Bechtler Museum of Modern Art, the Mint Museum, and Gantt Center. Plus, we extended our tour to see even more sights for just a few extra bucks we’re also seeing the stadium home of the Carolina Panthers and two cemeteries..


Our afternoon has gotten interesting on the Charlotte Comedy Bus.


This Charlotte comedy city tour, with multiple departure times, meets in town where you get settled and board the open-air bus. This is an adults-only tour, and adults of legal drinking age can BYO beer or wine if they want to sip and ride.

Drive through some of Charlotte’s most popular areas, including Uptown, Southend, Plaza Midwood, NoDa, and the Fourth Ward, and take in the views and attractions along the way. Learn cool facts about the city’s history, architecture, and culture. Historical tidbits are given with a dose of mature, adult comedy to get everyone cracking up. There’s one pit stop about halfway through your tour.Please note this tour takes the adult-only content seriously, and no one under 16 is allowed on this bus.
Bad Daddy’s Burger Bar before joining in the surprise that our BCoF friends have for us.
We’re going to grab a quick bite at

If you love getting spooked, look no further than this not-so-typical Charlotte history tour where you enjoy a scary evening stroll through the city. Pass some of Charlotte’s historic homes and medical institutions, see where the dead are interred, and enjoy the creepy mood as you’re guided by lantern. Along the way, enjoy your guide’s macabre tales, and learn about this American city’s ghastly legends.

Don’t forget to talk about your day, the things you saw and who surprised you.

Well, ladies since this is the next to last day, We’re hitting the ground with our feet racing. I’m excited to be back on US soil but also apprehensive because there are so many people still not wearing masks. WTF?
Do you remember the first time we used the Segways when we touring Europe together a couple years back. We had so much fun racing around on them. I’m excited to be doing it  with you again.

The Bechtler Museum of Modern Art was interesting because it is dedicated to the celebration and analysis of the strongest aspects of mid-century modernism as reflected in the holdings of the Bechtler collection.

But I was more thrilled about the Mint Museum and multidisciplinary artist Anne Lemanski,who is based in the Blue Ridge Mountains of North Carolina. She creates everything from two-dimensional collage to three-dimensional sculptures. Her work focuses on the complex, sometimes tense relationship between humans and animals, and bonus her work is part of the Mint’s permanent collection so we get to see it evolve.

The ladies were pleased to discover the cooler on the bus that I had delivered with several bottles of wine and chilled glasses. We might as well get into the mood because once these entertaining comedians get done with us we’re on to grab a burger at Big Daddy’s then off to the cemetery.

I was assured this wasn’t a typical Charlotte history tour.  We’re taking a scary evening stroll through the city. Pass some of Charlotte’s historic homes and medical institutions, see where the dead are interred, and enjoy the creepy mood as we’re guided by lantern. Along the way, our handsome guide delighted us with macabre tales while we learn about this American city’s ghastly legends.

BCoF Prompt: Which one of these 15 Things to do in Charlotte  https://www.tripadvisor.com/Attractions-g49022-Activities-Charlotte_North_Caroli... is the most fun?

I was surprised Neva wanted to add more activities to our day. Guess since the night is young, why not do another
Haunted Charlotte Tour with a pub added feature. I enjoy being at bars at closing time so why not. I”ll catch up on my sleep when I’m dead.

Our guide is a lively young woman dressed in colonial attire. She knows her history and her brews. I have to admit the first history and ghost tour the guide was easier on the eyes but our young lady on the second was a lot livelier and didn’t hesitate in joining us for drinks and good conversation. She was quite impressed with all we accomplished in the past month.
She slipped me her phone number and asked that I let her know when we’re traveling again.



Today’s theme is “time of the day.” What is your favorite time of day? Are you a morning person? A night owl? Do you prefer afternoons? Or do you like to go to bed and dream? Share a story, a poem, a photo, a drawing, some music, or whatever you wish to share about your favorite time of day.

Fandango’s Dog Days of August #29


Sunrise is my favorite. It has always called to me but unfortunately so does the stillness of the night. I don’t sleep much.  For years, I went to be 11:00-11:30 pm. and rose at 4:30 to be at work at 5:15am because I drove a school bus. After I stopped driving, I worked at Starbucks for 8 years as an opener still retiring at 11:00. Now that I’m home all the time since I was disabled I go to bed at 12:00-12:30 and rise without an alarm at 6:00. My body doesn’t seem to desire more sleep. A lot of times I wake up and watch the sunrise and then fall back asleep. Other times, I ask Vic to drive us to the ocean so I can walk in the wet sand as the sun rises as in the picture I took above with the seagull and the sun rising. I love seeing the fiery glow break on the water.

The Lonely Crane©
thunderous waves crash
the faraway lighthouse beams
red shadows streaking across
sandy barren dunes
as the single lonely crane
with his head tucked low
avoids the cold salty spray
another soul lost.

The Oriental Octet is an invented verse form that appears to emulate the syllabic pattern of the tanka and haiku. It was created by James R. Gray who requests the theme of the poem be nature. The Oriental Octet was created by James Gray
1. Nature theme like tanka
2. Syllable Count: 5-7-5-7-7-5-7-5
3. Un-rhymed

Pasted from http://www.poetrymagnumopus.com/index.php?showtopic=2008#anna
My thanks to Judi Van Gorder for years of work on this fine PMO resource.


Although, there are nights when the moon is full I don’t sleep at all. I’m drawn to the moon like a moth or a firefly.There is something about the energy that simply compels me.

A Wolf Moon©
Shimmers across a darkened sky
that halo around it does not bode well.
All the signs are hard to deny
soon stormy weather, or maybe a white spell.
Those gusty raw winds chill to the bone.
Small animals scurry to cover
before the wolves catch them alone.
Palpable fear seems to hover,
the fittest survive, the weak will die.
The laws of nature are not fair,
some will struggle to defy
while others give in to despair.