I’ve been day dreaming about a journey on a train, but the trains won’t stop for passengers where I live. I dream of the sway of the cars and long lost whistle blows. I wave to unseeing eyes of all those who we pass on this journey of a million places. I can see into the world of travelers that I’m not alone on my train journey. I visit some place new every night as my eyes close to the sound of the heavy cars rumbling down the tracks. I gaze upon the night time sky as the train rockets through the mist in land I’ve never seen before. As I wake up to a bright morning sky filled with clouds of blue I began my daily dream of traveling on my train journey.
number of words in 10 minutes: 134
“The Train Journey”
So here goes the RULES of this challenge:
Open an MS Word document
Set a stop watch or your mobile to 5 minutes or 10 minutes whichever challenge you think you can beat.
You topic is at the foot of this post BUT DO NOT SCROLL DOWN TO SEE IT UNTIL YOU ARE READY WITH A TIMER.
Fill the word doc with as much words as you want. once you began writing do not stop even to turn.
Do not cheat by going back and correcting spellings and grammar with spell check in MS WORD (it is only meant for you to reflect on your own control of sensible thought flow and for you to reflect on your ability to write the right spelling and stick to grammar rules)
You may or may not pay attention to punctuation and capitals. However if you do, it would be best.
At the end of your post write down ‘No. Of words =_____’ so that we would have an idea of how much you can write within the time frame.
Do not forget to copy paste the entire passage on your blog post with a new Topic for your nominees and copy paste these rules with your nominations (at least 5 bloggers).
I’m trying not to lose my temper and drop f-bombs left and right. I’m not a stupid person. I can take simple directions and figure out how to get something accomplished. These “Pingbacks” are causing me to doubt my intelligence. I’ve been on the support forums to read what they’ve got and I’m at a complete loss. Is is because I’m using a mobile app? I need help!! I followed a direct link from sketchesbynitesh sent me via email. I’m not this stupid, am I?
I often procrastinate, usually justify it or rationalize why I have no time to blog since my Dad died unexpectedly. He collapsed on January 3, 2017 around noon and that’s actually when his soul left us for a better place than here. His body died on January 7, 2017. His broken body remained behind here on Earth, but it wasn’t the Dad I knew and loved. His soul was housed in a shell that was his human body. His soul didn’t die, but his shell was too broken to continue life as we knew it to be. I can almost hear him in my mind, but sadly I’m forgetting how his voice sounded. Knowing he’s in a better place now and waiting for us where it’s not hard to be his old self makes it somewhat easier on my heart. Like he was before his stroke with no struggles or worries and no more constant pain. He’s got a cooler full of ice cold Bud Light on his golf cart, at a heavenly course somewhere warm with all his buddies that passed on before he did. He’s in good company with his crooked little smile on his face and laughing about how life isn’t fair.
My grief is unbearably private, lonely and cannot be said out loud for fear of choking on my screams or the inability to stop them. My life completely changed in less than three minutes, but it took four days for my Dad to have his final peace. We had a priest come and read the sacrament of the sick and dying, also known as The Last Rites, which comforted my Grandma with her devotion to her religion. I might have bungled the name of the prayer, but I know his sisters also said their rosaries. These timeless acts of religion done in devotion in the name of love were from their lips to God’s ears.
My Dad was a junior high school science teacher, head coach of the varsity football team and coached various other sports over his years before he retired from a rural county school. It’s on the south end of Henry County, Indiana and he was proud to be called a Tri High Titan. He was a valued mentor for both students and football players. They were considered “his kids” as much as my brother and I am his kids. One was a girl he called Jethro and I’ll never forget about her. I’m clueless about her actual name. They didn’t always want to hear what had to say to them, but they still listened to his words of wisdom from years of life experience. His pearls of wisdom to those he called his own, will be remembered for the rest of their lives. He helped and encouraged students, sports players and young adults both on or off the football field or in and out of his classroom. My Dad was a rock solid man and he was my hero. Sometimes a hero to people only Dad knew about. Often times he took kids under his wing whether they knew it or not at the time is unclear except for the love and respect that has been shown to him in life as well as in death. I didn’t realize just how many lives my Dad touched till after the stories we heard at the funeral home, and the private memories shared with my Mom, Grandma and I. A memorial scholarship has been set up in his name. It’s for the average student to get a start on college or life. He’d be extremely proud of it.
So after three years of not dating I had coffee with a man. I’m thinking he’s got good manners or it was a date. He rang the doorbell and opened the truck door for me more than once. We went to a small town diner as we live in a rural area of Indiana and they’ve got decent coffee. I’m not traveling for more than 15 minutes for my coffee in the morning and Starbucks is at least 30-40 minutes away. We had a comfortable conversation with decent coffee.
He’s a good ole boy and I like the way he talks. He’s got the proverbial truck and has a hunting dog, rides a Harley and plays bluegrass music on his banjo or guitar. He introduced me to the his daughters puppy, so tiny I was scared of crushing him before we had a real date, and played his guitar while singing for me. The music impressed me more than the diner coffee, but he made me a great cup at his place to enjoy with his guitar picking. I’ve decided I’ll say yes to him for a date ‘date’ even if it’s just coffee.