About this post: I am participating in a challenge to create daily during the month of November. This is my post for November 21. Tomorrow is Turkey Day. I am thankful that I have a home, family, and food. Whether I cook or jump into the bolthole to the restaurant, I need to get treading to the gym and my local WW workshop. #NaBloPoMo18 #Create30 #WW
Volunteering my time and sharing a smile with someone are two of my favorite activities. These are small acts of kindness, but I like to think they provide hope for those in need. There are plenty of people who are in need in my community. So, I volunteer to help a few local charities during the year.
Today, I expect to spend several hours helping hundreds, if not thousands, of people who are considered to be homeless in our community. Specifically, I will be handing out blankets to people. My simple task is only one small part of a larger group effort to provide over 1,000 blankets for the homeless. And our collective effort will have been just one grand act of kindness within an even larger collective effort to provide services to homeless people in Las Vegas today.
Perhaps you can provide an active kindness in your own community? Please consider giving today, tomorrow, or next Tuesday to a local charity. Perhaps you can find a few bucks to support a charity that serves homeless people, the elderly, the food insecure, or those with unmet legal needs? You may even find a deserving charity or two in your local community. Learn more about the national day of giving at https://www.givingtuesday.org/.
About this post: I am participating in a challenge to create daily during the month of November. This is my post for November 20. #NaBloPoMo18 #Create30 #GivingTuesday #clarkcountybar #communityservice
Planning the holiday meal remains one of my annual aspirational goals. I dream about cooking up a wonderful meal for my ravenous den of giants. I have even sketched out a plan with dishes they would inhale. Then, out of nowhere, some freaky portal from hell opens and sucks all my culinary skills right out the kitchen.
I live in fear each year. This year, I have secured a reservation at a local restaurant. My minivan might be our bolthole. #fingerscrossed
About this post: Several years ago I planned our meal, as the photo above will tell (from 2010). #NaBloPoMo18 #Create30 I am participating in a challenge to create daily during the month of November. This is my post for November 19. I was inspired by the writing prompt: “It’s the Monday before Thanksgiving! Share a planning tip or two for the upcoming holidays – is there a particular trick or strategy you use that helps minimize stress and keep you on track?” courtesy of Kathleen in the NaBloPoMo Revival group on Facebook. Check out her more practical post on the topic via this portal: https://www.kathleenhowell.com/nablopomo/holiday-planning/.
About this post: I am participating in a challenge to create daily during the month of November. While I have missed a day or two, this is my post for November 18. I was inspired by the writing prompt: “How do you define the word family?” courtesy of Angela in the NaBloPoMo Revival group on Facebook. Several years ago I traced this image from a family photo. Today, I fixed it. My energies have been drained today, so my creation is short and sweet tonight. #NaBloPoMo18 #Create30 #sisters
About this post: I am participating in a challenge to create daily during the month of November. While I have missed a day or two, this is my post for November 17. I was inspired by the writing prompt: “What are you called?” courtesy of Angela in the NaBloPoMo Revival group on Facebook. I doodled the image for a previous post, and felt it would complement this one too. See “Heart on my Sleeve” at https://stephabbottsays.com/2011/11/10/heart-on-my-sleeve/
This is doodle of Harold. He was a marionette. I built him with the ever expanding imagination of a five year old. Though I may have been six at the time (Thanksgiving, 1972-ish). Regardless of my age, I found Harold to be the perfect gift for my mom that Christmas. We didn’t have much, so learned to create my own presents.
Harold was fashioned out of left over bits of purple, brown and yellow felt, pipe cleaners, some glue, a few pieces crazy amount of masking tape, styrofoam balls, bright red carnival feathers, and googly eyes. He looked great, but he still needed to walk. I strung him together with light blue yarn from my mom’s crochet basket and fastened the whole kit and caboodle to a set of cheap chopsticks. (My creation was inspired by my favorite book, Harold and the Purple crayon, a rare evening of take out dinner, and a recent showing of the timeless movie, The Sound of Music.)
Harold was one of my favorite things that year. He brought me joy, and I believed my mom would delight from my unique creation. Seriously, who want to take a break from a long day to break out in joyful song and dance about the house with a brightly colored bird and their child?
About this post: I created this sloppy sketch of Harold using my finger on the glass of my mobile phone while half asleep last night. So, I truly appreciate your creative imagination. I was inspired to doodle and write from this prompt: “What was the ONE holiday gift that shaped your life or at least a few years to follow. The memory of a fantastic one and the story it spun.” #NaBloPoMo #Create30
After last night’s hen party, I felt a bit peckish. I scrambled for something to eat, and found a single egg laying in the carton. Before the rancid yolk hit the sizzling surface, I cringed from the foul smell. Turns out, my simple task wasn’t going to be over easy.
———————- About this post: I am creating something everyday this month. For Day 9, I fear I may have ran a foul of the writing prompt: “What is your favorite weekend breakfast and why? Tell us a bit about the memories you have associate with it. And maybe share a recipe if you have one?” courtesy of Lis of the NaBloPoMo Revival group.
I confess this was not my favorite breakfast. But I just spent the day trading bad puns with good friends, poaching their ideas. Now, I fear I will have to eat crow.
I dream of flying. I envision soaring across the skies without the aid of an airplane and powered by my own sheer will. In fact, my overactive imagination wonders about this scenario far too often.
Empowered with the ability to fly, I would search land and sea for opportunities to protect and serve. I would spot the villains, fight for those less fortunate, uphold my falling bosom, measure for justice, and broker world peace.
Of course, to achieve these great feats, I would need the ultimate set of practical yet stylish amenities. A state of the art communications satellite would be disguised as a jeweled crown with matching bracelets. Those light yet sturdy metallic bracelets would be connected to a state of the art defense system. That cleverly designed system would include the latest editions of that handy lasso of revelation and sturdy shield to repel and amaze any antagonists. The package would not be complete without a smart yet commanding uniform.
My dream to fly may not be unique and perhaps derivative. And catching a flight on a major US airline may be an easier way to travel. But I continue to wonder what it would be like to command this super power, if for only one day.
About this post: I am creating something everyday this month. For Day 8, I wrote “I Wonder to Fly,” from the prompt: “If you could have a superpower, even for one day, what would it be and why?” courtesy of Lenn of the NaBloPoMo Revival group. I captured the video during a recent flight to the southwest.
About this post: I am taking part in #NaBloPoMo18 #Create30, #NationalStressAwarenessDay #WordlessWednesday. I created this GIF from a photo I took of this lovely mimosa plant with the harvest moon in the background. Today’s post is inspired by the prompt for Day 7: “Describe a moment you felt at total peace” courtesy of Kathleen of the NaBloPoMo Revival group. Check out her moment of zen at https://www.kathleenhowell.com/nablopomo/peaceful-twilight-paddle/.