Today Is Tuesday, August 8, 2025: This Is What Happened.

 Thought I would get something posted. Before the heat arrives. Another hot day. This morning I ask Chat Gpt a simple question....What is the difference between a journal and writing prompt? 

A journal and a writing prompt aren’t the same thing, though they can work together.

Here’s the difference:

Journal	Writing Prompt
A place or practice for recording your thoughts, feelings, events, reflections, or creative writing over time.	A specific idea, question, or scenario given to spark or guide what you write about.
Ongoing and often personal — you decide what goes in it.	Temporary and focused — it’s like a creative nudge.
Can include freewriting, sketches, plans, lists, or even random musings.	Usually short and designed to get you started when you’re unsure what to write.
Example: You open your notebook every evening and write about your day.	Example: “Write about a time you felt completely lost — physically or emotionally.”

In short:
A journal is the container (physical or digital) and the habit; a writing prompt is fuel for that container when you need inspiration.

Now we know.

Had a grand time with granddaughters. But I need a day to recover. I did mange to get a little bit off exercise. Kind of move those joints around a bit. 

Coffee is on.  

Today Is Friday, August 8, 2025: This Is What Happened

 

I should of done better, and I'm to lazy to fix my flub up, on Chat Gpt. But I know all of my readers are smart. Yesterday I ask Chat Gpt to look at my friend grandchild art work. So today I had chat gpt look at a friend and my WORK.

Got up at a quarter til 7 this morning. Had my morning coffee I like my coffee usually black. Once in while I will add a little milk. Sugar ruins the taste of coffee. Well that's my opinion. Did some morning stretches, and had eggs and toast for breakfast.

Son Sawyer is on his way up with his girls. Our fair is going on. I should have a chance to take Maud and Bree to the fair.

Plus I hope we get chance to do some art and craft stuff as well.

I'm linking to today's FACE OFF. Hope you have time to check some the work out.

Coffee is on

Today Is Thursday, August 8, 2025: This Is What Happened.

 

Won't shove any of you down the rabbit hole. I couldn't tell you how many time I been down an rabbit hole. Mostly since the computers came out. Yesterday I attend my water color group. My friend brought her grandchildren a long. Took a photo of there work and went over to Chat Gpt and ask a few question about their WORK. So yesterday I watched a video on these two artist. Marc Chagall and Jean Dubufffet. I heard of Chagall. If it works out I will watch video on the other artist.

My friend Quenell took me out for lunch, we at Understand. We both had a cup of split pea soup and half sandwich. Before I meant Qunella I stop over at the hospital clinic and paid off one of my medical bills, and went to the library to set up appointment to have someone help me to design some flash cards. And drop off my water bill. So all the bills are paid for month of August.

This morning I walked down to end of the road. A little later on Murphy and I are going to take down an fence. Not sure if will get the entire fence down or not. If I had bet on it. I would bet not. No major project going on. Look like my son Sawyer and his daughter will be coming up this weekend. Hopefully we can take the girls to the fair.

Coffee is on.

Today Is Monday, August 4, 2025: This Is What Happened

 

Yesterday, the 3^rd of August. Murphy and I went for a drive up on Burton. It a mountain on the Selkirk range. West of us. The road was sure rough. A little sore from all the bumps. I had plan to take my sketch book. Like the majority of the time. I forget something. This time it was a pencil. I looked though the pick up to find one. No luck. So I thought I would share some photos on the adventure of Burton. I have wonder about things left over in a bond or campfire. Why would someone in middle of mountain put in a muffler to burn.

We're waiting for package to be drop off. Sawyer pick up broke down here last time he was up from Oregon. Well it's the transfer case. He planning to come back up in middle of this month. I will be glad to see him, as always.

Let see what are three things I did this morning. Took a shower, exercised, and took a shower. Now for three things I might do. Well in all odds I will do them. Take out kitchen garbage, read, and do some prep work before I mow the lawn tomorrow.

As for non chores. Like family history, creativity, and etc. I don't have routine and I don't do them on daily thing. I now don't blog daily. Yesterday I was on Chat Gpt, and wrote something and ask which Dark Shadow characters does this writing matches up with. Well I had two. But the one I like to share is QUENTIN COLLINS and Angelique Bouchard.

Writing Prompt: The Ghost in the Mirror – A Conversation with Quentin Collins

Prompt:
Your character walks through a strange house and finds someone waiting in a forgotten room — not quite alive, not quite dead. He introduces himself as Quentin Collins. He says he knows what it’s like to be haunted by your own past more than any curse.

Write the scene that follows.
What does your character confess?
What advice does Quentin offer them that no one else ever has?

Blurb for Your Blog (To Introduce or Link the Prompt)

Lately, I’ve been journaling through characters and archetypes — blending tarot, memory, and literary figures to better understand myself. One entry led me to imagine a quiet, powerful meeting between Dora (a version of myself) and Quentin Collins from Dark Shadows.

This prompt came out of that moment — a space for anyone else who feels like they’ve been “paying” for mistakes long past. Maybe you’ll meet Quentin too.

 

I really didn't know how to face the person in the mirror, and we all have our Quentin that just won't let us go. Maybe there some reason Quentin hangs around. Everyone that count for anything had forgave us. Those who refuse has pass and lives in spirit world. Those who walks among us who refuse to let go. Might have there reason. In my world I want to know why they can't let go or refuse to. Is it a form of control? Control the free will. So my question is why we are poses by our past. And who is blame for it. Let look at the birth of Jesus for a minute. Could they made up the story of him being born to an Virgin. Let look at this bible verse for second. Deuteronomy 23:2 (KJV)
"A bastard shall not enter into the congregation of the Lord; even to his tenth generation shall he not enter into the congregation of the Lord.", Wisdom of Solomon 3:16 (NRSVCE)

“But children of adulterers will not come to maturity, and the offspring of an unlawful union will perish.”

And Wisdom of Solomon 4:3–6 (NRSVCE)

“But the prolific brood of the ungodly will be of no use, and none of their illegitimate seedlings will strike a deep root or take firm hold.

If the story of being born to a virgin what would've actually happen if people knew the truth. It strong possible one of my great grandfather was born a bastard. For 4 generation we been told a cover up story. He took his old maid aunt name. 

 

If we don't understand past history we will repeat it. And refuse to look at it from all views. We're doom to repeat and it will like an leg iron with heavy weight we drag. But I honestly think we do have the key to our own free will. But where do we store our belongings. That we can meet them on our own terms. I have a storage area to place my possessions, a make believe safety deposit box. Even my possessions is place in my art journal. Not all possession one can hold in there hand.  I should open these on my term. But I don't. 

Coffee is on. 

 

Today Is Saturday, August 2, 2025: This Is What Happened.

 For a veggie tonight we had broccoli. No need to post the rest. Today I went into the library and got a book to read, BANKSY. I have wonder exact who Banksy. Does the secret of Banksy makes who he or she is. I'm starting to think there is a possibility more than one Banksy. Plus I put in request for a book from enter-library loan. I want to read, THE DIARY KEEPERS. After the library I went to our local fairground and a group of us did art. We worked on paper mache. Our community was having 3 on 3 basketball. 

Around the place I did some general chores and mop the bathroom floor. 

Coffee is on.

Today Is Thursday, July 31, 2025: This Is What Happened.

 Clouds are mighty in our sky. Look like a storm might be heading this way. If it lightening, sure hope there is plenty of rain. It quite dry here. No need for any fire. Doesn't matter the type. Look like the rest o the week it might get a little cooler. In the 70's. Most of this week it been in the 90's. 

My last post. I wrote about what going on with our MEDICAID, under Trump regime. One think I like to clear up is, that I'm not on Medicaid. I'm on regular MEDICARE. At this time I won't discuss this program. It was just to hot to make much for dinner. So fried up beef patty, pork and beans, with some cottage cheese.

Finely had chance to go to lap circle, at library. Most of the ladies was crocheting. I start anther quilt block to embroidery on.

Coffee is on. 

Today Is Monday, July 28, 2025: This Is What Happened

 

I like to share an local article in one of papers, ABOUT THE MEDCAID CUT HERE IN IDAHO.and here is my comment to the facebook page about Idaho Medcaid...There’s no doubt that our healthcare system needs improvement—but cutting people off Medicaid will only make things worse.

Here in Idaho, qualifying for Medicaid is extremely difficult. The income limits are tight:

A single person can’t earn more than $1,800/month.

A two-person household is limited to $2,433/month.

A family of three: $3,065/month.

And four people: $3,598/month.

These numbers alone show how many working families fall through the cracks. Even if you’re working full time, you may still earn just enough to not qualify—but not enough to afford private insurance. And that’s just the income side. There are resource limits too. Depending on the program, your home and assets might be counted, and when a person dies, the state can come after their estate to recoup costs paid by Medicaid. That’s a scary reality.

In most of my adult life, I’ve had no health insurance. When the Affordable Care Act (Obamacare) passed, it was the first time I had some sense of medical security. It was a turning point. I’ve never understood why the U.S. doesn’t have some kind of single-payer system, where people can buy in by paying a percentage of their income. That way, we could share the responsibility—and people wouldn’t have to fear losing everything just because they got sick.

Maybe I’m being a little self-centered—I know I’m scared of losing what little we have. But I don’t think I’m alone in feeling that way. Kicking people off Medicaid doesn’t fix our system. It makes the gaps wider, and the safety net smaller. I don’t pretend to have all the answers. But I do know this: we can’t afford to let people slip through the cracks—especially in rural communities like ours.

I'm linking the BONNERS FERRY FACEOOK PAGE. Not sure if it will work or not. But by some of them comments. Some people think it funny that people is loosing there medical insurance.

I just need to learn to pace myself. Not sure if I over did and hurt my hip. The next day I felt fine. Plus I tried to cut back on my MELOXICAM. See the last time I saw my doctor. I told my doctor I didn't think the Meloxicam was all that effective. I still hurt. She suggest I go off of it for a few days. And see where my pain level was. By the third day my pain level was sitting at 8.5 to 9. A few time I was about ready to go to the emergency room. So I got back on the Meloxicam, and the worst my pain has been was 3.75. I can mange on that. Actual I have fairly high pain tolerance. Plus on my left side I have Osteoarthritis. Then there lack of muscle tone. If my muscle tone was tighter it would help my joints.

Clean the toilet, and start anther quilt block. Now for the embroidery blocks I have just passed over the half way point. On number 7 out of 12.

Today Is Sunday, July 27, 2025: This Is What Happened.

 

Not sure what happened. I was in horrible pain. My hip! I kept buckling as I walked, or it felt like my hip was so loose in the socket. It was dangling like broken puppet.

I got most what I want done today, it was light day. The only thing I still need to wrap up my weekly part of my bullet journal for August. So today I made the bed, made the print on my next quilt block, and choose some embroidery floss. This up coming one is a kitchen table scene. And mowed our back yard.

Looked at price of larger trash can. I was shocked. Seem like can't find any under $50.

I though PENGUIN. Sunday five had some great question, and I decided to visit all who left comments.

1: What blog made you laugh this week?  There a lot that make me smile. I don't know where she finds them but I like “SHE WHO SEEKS” She finds interesting meme.

2: What blog made you think this week?  MATHEIKAL. He write on many topics. To me they all make me think.

3: What have you read this week?  I will continue reading, The Enchanted April, by Elizabeth Von Arnim

4: What was the best thing you have eaten this week?  At the senior center, Spare ribs, Baked Potatoes-with cheese, sour cream, bacon. Biscuits, and fresh fruit.

5: What was most relaxing for you this week? When moon changes I take it easy. Or I slow my pace way down. I don't have servants so I need to pick up after my self, and make my bed.

Coffee is on.

Today Is Friday, July 25. 2025: This Is What Happened.

 

A lot going on today posting. First I'm going to play WEDNESDAY WORDS ON FRIDAY. I wish I knew other people who played this. Although I don't play every time. Today words are INCLUDE-LICK-BERRY-APPLES-RESPECT-ELBOW-FORK-MEASURE-KNIFE AND DREAM.

The sign by the fork in the road been there from the days of Queen Beatrice and Queen Mary region which was more then 1,000 years ago. The sign was still visible. My guess that someone from one of the village came and re-did the sign. Or possible even put up a new one.

Behind the sign was due North, and they was plenty of forest land, it been said that they were a fairy kingdom. They had three apple trees growing, and 2 of them had magical powers. Although the village people was leery of trying them. They thought the devil had hand in it. The other apples was fine. Which one.

On the west bank of Keyport river both village came and celebrate Lughnasadh. Before they could past the gate to entry in special area, to take part in the ritual. They had rub a cream that was made of toad fat, tooth of a gopher, and whisker of bob cat. They had measure the cream very careful, and no more then half of almond shell. To be rub on the left elbow.

As the villagers camp on west bank of the river. They would wonder up in the hills. And pick the berries and bring them back, and put them in barrel and had the youngsters stump on the berries and made juice. No one actual knew they had psychedelic powers. But the grown up would drink the juice during the celebration of the ole god of Isime. The bond must had strange powers over the people mainly the older ones. They would set around the fire and go into a dream like trans and someone would start talking. Then someone else start talking, some made sense and other didn't.

Not sure how this start once the planet of Mercury was in plain sight everyone had to put there knife on the flat stone right next to the elm tree. All showed great respect.

As the parents was tripping out on the juice, as the children thought it just was plain nasty. They could lick there fudge-sickle, and watch there folks make a fool of them self. They didn't want to be include in such ole nonsense.

I had plan to get this up earlier. And possible even take part in a few other things. Such as sky-watch and nature. The summer heat can make one sleepy. It does me. A lease I can keep up. Not loosing what I got done. Ate lunch at the senior center. We had meatball sandwich.

Finely got a quilt block done. Sure taking me long enough time. The rate I'm going my granddaughters will be in there 30s. I will be in my mid 80's. A more reasonable rate is to get embroidery blocks done. 2 to 4 weeks. I'm connect this to FRIDAY FACE OFF.

Coffee is on.

Today Is Wednesday, July 23, 2025: This Is What Happened.

Had trouble focusing today. Darn ADHD! Although it been worst. A lease I didn't start project and wonderer off. 

Murphy and I went to the senior center for lunch. The ribs they had the meat just fell off the bone, and melted in your mouth. But before that we stop at the thrift store, and drop off a 2 pairs of men boots, and some glasses.  Didn't buy anything at the thrift store. Although I saw some acrylics paints. I there still there tomorrow, will buy them. And donate them to our weekend art group. After lunch stop at Super one, and got some chicken hind-leg parts. .79¢ a pound. But it came in 10 pound bag. So we divided them up, and frozen them for upcoming meals.

Coffee is on. 

Today Is Sunday, July 20, 2025: This Is What Happened.

Last Thursday. I pretty much sat on my behind. Since I don't have servants. I still did those light every day chores. Like making the bed, and picking up after myself. Sure I was bored. Although it felt good.

My shelf I order came, and the following day. I clean out corner, and ran vacuum cleaner quickly over that spot. Ended up temporary placing all my art supplies on the bed. The next day I place it all on the shelf. Ended up a few things going to the thrift store. This isn't what I'm totally happy with. But at this point I'm pleased and not disappointed.

I'm also slightly please that I was able to put some money on one of the bills. Wasn't much but every bit moves it down.

Talking about the thrift store. I knew there was a two pairs of hubby boots setting in box, in the shed. I had him look at them. He said they are to narrow for him. So they will be placed in the tote for the thrift store. This week I plan to go though the shed. I know there more to take to the thrift store. I don't need it.

For lunch hubby and I split a Chinese dish we got from the senior center. It cost retail $7.00. Friday they ended up with 600 pounds of food to give away. I did a bag up for my friend Lolita and took it to her place. The bag had bag of mandarin oranges, and cherries. Then also a box doughnut holes, blueberry scones, and 2 things of cheese.

This week sort of on my agenda. The food truck will be in our community. It been a while since I been to it. But I want to get those extra bills paid down. They will be here on Wednesday. I'm glad someone complain that they were giving out bad food. Lot of it just need to be toss. I don't mind cutting out spots and such. Even low income people should be respected. Then on Tuesday and Friday they be food give away at senior center. Plus Wednesday they serving spareribs, baked potatoes, corn on cob, biscuits, and fresh fruit. I like to go visit Liz and there also the dump run. I'm sure I can find things to do.

Editor note...The bad food out of the food truck was in the past, and they correct the issue.

Coffee is on.