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Short Story: About coziness

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The fire crackled in the fireplace, casting a warm glow over the living room. The family was gathered around, sipping hot chocolate and talking. The kids were playing with their new toys, and the adults were laughing and talking about their plans for the next day.

It was Christmas Eve, and the house was filled with the warmth of the season. The smell of cookies baking in the oven wafted through the air, and the sound of Christmas carols playing in the background filled the house with cheer.

This was one of the few times of year when the whole family was together, and they were all enjoying each other’s company. The kids were excited about Santa Claus coming, and the adults were just happy to be together.

They talked for hours, laughing and reminiscing about past Christmases. They talked about their hopes and dreams for the future, and they made plans to spend more time together in the coming year.

As the night went on, the fire burned lower and the kids started to get tired. One by one, they drifted off to sleep, curled up on the couch or in their parents’ laps.

The adults stayed up a little longer, talking and enjoying each other’s company. But eventually, they too started to get tired. They kissed their children goodnight and went to bed, content and happy.

It had been a perfect Christmas Eve. They had all been together, they had been warm and cozy, and they had made memories that would last a lifetime.

Short Story: About loss

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I still remember the day my grandmother died. I was 12 years old, and I was at school when I got the news. I felt like my whole world had been turned upside down.

My grandmother was the most important person in my life. She was always there for me, no matter what. She was my best friend, my confidante, and my biggest supporter.

I couldn’t imagine my life without her. I felt so lost and alone.

The days and weeks that followed were a blur. I went through the motions, but I wasn’t really there. I was just numb.

I didn’t want to talk to anyone about how I was feeling. I didn’t want to cry. I just wanted to pretend that everything was okay.

But it wasn’t okay. I was grieving, and I needed to allow myself to feel my emotions.

So I started to talk to my friends and family about my grandmother. I cried a lot, but it helped me to start to heal.

It’s been a few years since my grandmother died, and I still miss her every day. But I’m learning to live with my grief. I’m learning to find joy in the simple things in life.

I know that my grandmother would want me to be happy. And that’s what I’m trying to do.

Short Story: About old times

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I remember the 90s like it was yesterday. It was a simpler time, when life was all about hanging out with friends, playing video games, and listening to our favorite bands.

We didn’t have smartphones or social media, so we had to actually talk to each other in person. We would spend hours playing outside, riding our bikes, or just exploring our neighborhoods.

We didn’t have a lot of money, but we didn’t need it. We were happy just being together and having fun.

Some of my favorite memories from the 90s are of watching movies with my friends, going to the arcade, and listening to my favorite bands on cassette tape. I also loved playing video games like Mario Kart and The Legend of Zelda.

The 90s were a great time to be a kid. We were carefree and innocent, and we didn’t have a care in the world. We just lived in the moment and enjoyed each other’s company.

I’m so glad I got to experience the 90s. It was a time of innocence and wonder, and I’ll never forget it.

Short Story: About an object

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One day, a young girl named Sarah was exploring the attic. She saw the old backpack and was curious about it. She opened it up and started to look through the tags.

As she read the tags, she started to imagine the places that the backpack had been. She imagined herself walking through the streets of Paris, or climbing to the top of Mount Fuji. She imagined herself visiting all the places that the backpack had been.

Sarah decided to take the backpack with her on her next adventure. She packed it full of her favorite things, and she set off on her journey.

Sarah traveled all over the world. She visited all the places that the backpack had been, and she made new memories of her own. She wrote her own tags and attached them to the backpack.

The backpack became a symbol of Sarah’s adventures. It was a reminder of all the places she had been, and all the things she had done. It was a reminder of the joy of travel, and the power of memories.

The backpack continued to travel with Sarah for many years. It saw her through good times and bad. It was there for her first kiss, her first heartbreak, and her first graduation.

One day, Sarah decided to pass the backpack on to someone else. She gave it to her younger sister, who was about to start her own journey.

The backpack is still traveling today. It has seen the world through the eyes of many different people. It has made many memories, and it has helped to create many stories.

Crappy poem #3

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The sun is shining, the birds are singing,
We’re fishing on the lake with our friends.
There’s no stress, no worries, no cares,
Just the sound of the water and the wind in our hair.

We’re laughing and talking, enjoying the day,
Not a care in the world, just living in the moment.
The fish are biting, the sun is warm,
This is the life, I’m not going to complain.

But then the clouds start to gather,
The wind starts to pick up, And the sky turns dark.

“Don’t worry,” I say to my friends,
“We can make these clouds go away.”

And so we sing and we dance,
And we laugh and we shout,
And the clouds start to disappear.

The sun comes out again,
And the birds start to sing,
And we’re back to enjoying our day.

This is what friendship is all about,
Making the bad times good,
And the good times even better.

So thank you, my friends,
For making this day so special.
I’ll never forget it.

Black dog is chasing me down

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It’s hard. You know it’s hard but I’m not trying to undermine your thoughts. It should be simple and in the minds of most people who have never had an addiction, it is a simple thing. I’m craving vast amounts of alcohol again. I find myself on different websites adding things to the basket but never actually going through with it. Just one last drink I tell myself, pure and utter lies, if I let myself have one then I will want three after that. I guess I just needed a moan. I stopped myself so I do have control over it. Smoking for over 30 years and somehow have switched 100% over to vaping. The addiction doesn’t come close to how hard it was to do that.

I know it’s not a great switch from cig to pipe but it was and is the start of starting a new chapter, Where I am well enough to take the kids out, that the panic attacks will down. Wel. I keep telling myself that, eventually, there will be a day with no reliance on anything. I’ll make a list and do a poll on there to see which direction to which to try first,

A very young me, my Uncle Henk, Oma, and Oma (dutch grandparents) before a fishing session in the lape and canal behind Henks; house. This photo brings back memories especially now that they are both long dead. We would have genuine calls saying hello, hope you are well, and things, It was always brief as Oma doesn’t know any English.

Anyways be awesome to each other.

MusixMatch = Win!

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So I discovered an acoustic cover of one of my favourite songs. On your own by Blur. Its an old 90s song but one that instantly transports me back to the mini-disc days. I had one album which had this song on. I was in college, all of 17 and we were headed to Disney Land in Paris. It was part of a college trip to learn about the IT side of things behind the scenes. Which. Well. I dont actually remember anything IT related. I remember sneaking whisky into the park and sight seeing. Anyway. I was in the coach on the way back, 10 hour drive, I had this album on repeat, I closed my eyes and woke up a few hours later and all I remember is hearing this song when I woke up almost near the college.

Instant time travel. Poorly explained but makes me smile.

Smiling is a rare thing around here at the moment. We all have life’s stresses being thrown at us these days. D included with her work and me, well, the mental health and addictions are winning at the moment which I’m trying hard to fix.

As the title implies in the post I’m still listening to lots of music. I discovered this software than spits out the lyrics to the songs you’ve got running in Spotify. So I can have it on my other monitor and sing a-long with a DIY kareoke.

The cat sums up the mood.

Hope everyone else is having an awesome day.

Life

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Hi.

Ever worry that you drink too much black coffee and its turning your insides black? thats my irrational fear of the day, because everyones internal organs should be nice and clean, obviously. Joking aside. Seriously though this is like my 6th coffee of the day and we are creeping up on 4pm. Fortunately the combination of medication I take in the evening can bring down a horse, which I’m not far off weighing, so at least I get to sleep quick.

I’ve two minds about this blog. Whether to keep it going, delete all the previous posts or just remove it completely. That I think would be a crime. To delete memories seems an obscene idea given that the dead live on in our memories, the same could equally be true of a website or blog of memories. Where will those stories go? presumably in the hearts of those that read them. But what about the people who haven’t read them. Who never knew the story? maybe deleting sites should be outlawed. I think I’ve made my mind up. I’ll leave everything as it is and was and just carry on regardless.

I might anonymise the account though so it doesn’t affect my work life. Or I just don’t talk about it. Work that is.

I’ve decided to do a blogging course online to brush up on my skills and get some interesting ideas for content. I remember years ago there used to be QOD which you could answer I would usually start my posts by answering said question of the day.

Back to the course…