A touch of color

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My weekend

I am fit, I am strong, my fabulous day job is a “Pilates instructor” and I love it.

Very rarely do I experience muscle soreness from the group classes that I instruct and consequently demonstrate the exercises.

DOMS Have you heard of this? Delayed onset muscle soreness. I very rarely feel muscle soreness. Have I said that already? yes, because it’s true. Except for today, the day after.

We did a lot of hamstrings (back of the thighs) yesterday. My Saturday mornings are very busy and it’s predominantly athletes, runners, swimmers, cyclists, triathletes, I even have some martial art black belts attend weekly. Thus we do very strong sessions and due to the large numbers I run two sessions back to back.

Now to add to this mix, today anyway, occasionally I help out a local catering company.

The events they cater for are amazing and when I say amazing, I mean out of this world amazing. So I get paid to work, (on my feet for a further 6 hours) plus have fun, socialise and save money, due to not spending somewhere else. Win win

So my day started at 7am, Finishing at the studio at 11:15 am I dashed straight over to the festival I was waitressing at. Home at 6pm to cook a roast veggie dish for a dinner party,

With sore feet and an exhausted body, veggies ready, I pulled my tray out the oven. Oh no, my exhausted arms could not hold on, I dropped it all over my new kitchen mat which I bought two days prior. Tears almost welled in my eyes.

I did see the funny side, took a photo and sent it to my dinner party crew. What next, yes okay that’s it, I decided to chop up a watermelon, yes a whole watermelon, popping it on to a plate, I carried out from the kitchen bench to another in preparation for move to the car. Guess what? Yesssss, I did, a whole sweet delicious watermelon smashed all over the floor.

Breadstick yes, what can I do to that? Bite the end off in hunger? Only I know the answer to that one. I say with a wink 😉

Leaving my house, better close the blinds, seriously? they fell down.

Scream 😱 I arrived at my dinner party bottle of red wine and a breadstick. Everyone decided everything comes in threes so my run of bad luck was over. Do you think so?

Get to bed around midnight after a lovely evening and a couple of glasses of my lovely red wine, exhausted, one of my kids is pocket dialing me at 5 am. No no no no this cannot be happening.

I did lay in bed for a little bit longer, of course my bladder wants to throw a spanned in the works, up I go to the toilet, only then I felt the soreness.

DOMS.

Back of my thighs so sore. Anyone who exercises and experiences that day after soreness will know what it’s like to go to the toilet. Sitting down and standing up. Who relates?

A walk, that will loosen me up. Grabbing a coffee to go, I take my three dogs in the car to head to the park. Now I know that’s not ideal to carry your coffee in hand and drive, that statement proved to be correct when a car pulled out in front of me, I slammed on the brake my little foxy terrier Ella went flying, my coffee went flying all over the windscreen and my legs, my American bulldog Gloria’s big boof head ended up between the two front seats.

All 3 of us survived, we continued on our journey. The park was busy, I was walking with a few girls I knew, between us about 10 dogs.

The 3 rescue pups & loves in my life

Our local dog park is amazing it’s full of bush and trees and creeks and with path Full of roots and branches sticking out of the ground so you have to watch your step.

Gloria disappeared, she can’t see very well consequently she she ended up with another group of people. Unaware, she followed them about 300 m in the opposite direction. I took off after her. I ran, I tripped, over a branch, landing hard flat on my face and cracking my rib cage on a large root . Winding myself, gasping for breath, pain on breathing and pride hurt. Oblivious to all the other aches and pain‘s I was going to feel in about two hours time.

I try very hard not to be a victim, however I was feeling a little sorry for myself at this stage. We get home without any further ado, and I make myself a smoothie bowl for my breakfast. Blended fruits topped with muesli and more fruit. Are you thinking what I know happened? Yes I wore it. Off to the shower I went for a cleanup. Take two. I enjoyed my breakfast.

As the day went on I started to look like someone who was about 100 years old. My usual perfect posture slightly bent over, a limp, I couldn’t use my hands, my rib cage hurts, I have a bruised right hand, a swollen middle finger on my left hand, my right knee is bruised and causing a limp. My right big toe is sore.

Can it get any Worse ha ha ha

My puffy swollen exhausted body is looking for a new day. A new weekend in fact.

Contract:

I the non-victim dreamer, hereby requires a new weekend. Starting afresh where everything will run smoothly and as planned. Money is no object, therefore not requiring her to work a second job. The caterer that she worked for in her parallel life is so amazing that he prepared her roast vegetable dish, freshly sliced watermelon packed into containers and placed in her drivers car to be chauffeured to the dinner party. She arrives home to a clean house, (always) where her three dogs do not play in the dirt resulting in floors that remain clean. (Always) lack of sleep and overwork are no longer a problem, the tired induced clumsiness in no problem.No bruises, no sore limbs, no wounded pride.

I will however accept my sore hamstrings. I know I earned them with a great workout and I will wear that pain with pride. I love a good workout.

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Who am I kidding I’m a realist. It’s Sunday night, tomorrow is Monday and it will all be but a memory as my new week begins. I wonder what I’ll fall over, drop, smash, spill next weekend. Ahh at least I’m laughing at myself.

https://thehauntedwordsmith.wordpress.com/2019/04/06/opposites-attract-challenge-april-6/

https://wordofthedaychallenge.wordpress.com/2019/02/13/puffy/

https://weeklyprompts.com/2019/04/03/word-prompt-memory/

https://thehauntedwordsmith.wordpress.com/2019/04/06/story-starter-challenge-april-6/

A letter to his teacher – I wish you could see him now

This is a repost from Chaotic Shapes. Please watch the video.

http://chaoticshapes.com/2019/03/21/shared-video-1/

School is not a measure of a persons success.

The grades a child receives in school does not define the child or his journey into adult hood, their passion does,.

Follow your heart, your instinct and trust.

As in this video these parents are told that their child is not very bright. I had the same experience when my son was in grade 3. Aged approximately seven or eight years old. The teacher said to his father and myself, just face it, the facts are your son is not very bright and he will struggle in life. I was shocked. She categorized my son at the age of eight years old. She made an opinion of my son and classified him as having no future. She defined him by his grades and made the decision that this was how he would perform in life. (A struggle) Thank God that we did not believe in her thoughts or her unvalidated opinion on our son. I feel sad at the thought of how many children’s lives she may have impacted on.

I felt let down by the system and the system did let my son and us down.

We took him to another school. They ( the teachers) believed in him.

As it turns out the classroom was not the best learning platform for him. Life and experience was. He is successful, he is intelligent, he is wise, he can recite facts that blow his audience away, he is funny, hilarious in fact. He is kind, compassionate, he is a hard worker and he is highly respected by his employer, his work colleagues, his peers and friends. He is passionate about life and is following his passion, he is making his mark on the world. He is amazing.

He is my son and I am proud.

I still remember that teacher.

A letter to the teacher

Dear Teacher,

You probably wouldn’t remember my family. I personally have never forgotten you. My beautiful son would not remember you either I am happy to say because we did not allow you to impact on his life.

Thirteen years ago you defined my son. An 8 year old who you blatantly classified as not very smart. I do not know if you were having a bad day, or that is your thoughts on children who learn through different processes, but, shame on your intolerance.

We all have different strengths and weakness, your own weakness did present itself very loudly that day.

However I do hope you found your way to kinder teaching methods, empathy and tolerance.

As it turns out you did us a favor, we removed our son from that school, where he went on to learn in healthier environment where he thrived and became the confident, capable young man he is today. You never took his power or ours.

If by some small chance you read this, I wish, I wish you could see him today.

Furthermore, I would like to say to you “I hope you found peace of mind and heart in your world”

Kind regards

A Proud Mum

#fowc

Today my heart swelled with pride

Delacombe Cricket Club, the home teams players congregated in their fielding positions for the A graders cricket Final.

As the mum of one of away teams players, I set my chair up on the sidelines under a large gum tree that provided a cool shady world with light filtering through the tree tops helping to shut out the direct sunlight. It was a warm 33 Celsius at the point. A light breeze, a bystanders saving grace in conjunction with the tree top umbrella.

The temperature continued to soar that day and reached its peak at 43.

My son Kade and number 2 batter Elliot walk confidently back onto the ground for day 2 of the club level cricket final. My son opened the batting yesterday to finish the last hour or so of the day to finish 0/32. Delacombe ended their day with a score of 10/203.

I check the score board at drink break to read 1 for 60. The boys soothe themselves quickly from the scorching heat with ice water. Wiping down their faces and downing gulps of chilled refreshments to tide them over until tea.

Barely back on ground. Hoorah the fielders and supporters cheered as another critical wicket fell before their tea break this time for an lbw wicket. Elliot leaves the ground clearly disappointed and the score show 2/75

The challenge now is to get to the tea break with just 2 wickets down .

Challenge unaccomplished. The crowd and fielders roar again, then again, the boys appearing to be in trouble as their sixth wicket fell.

The distress clear on the faces as each player walks from the ground. My son the one common face within the field of Delacombe players. There were sneers and wise cracks thrown at him. They were trying to rattle him, his focus unwavering. I was proud, to say the least.

Unfortunately they lost their seventh wicket in the last open before tea. 7/85 the score board reported, the game now appears to be beyond them.

However stranger things have happened in a game of cricket

So we crossed our fingers as we watch the second innings of the cricket unfold.

The game changed dramatically as Kade and Strodes attacked the bowling and upped the run rate. An unlikely victory now seems a possibility.

Their aggressive batting forced Delacombe the home team to spread their field thus allowing more opportunities for both batsmen who now have their tails up.

Those two bat through and win an unlikely grand final for Mount Martha. 7/204. You bloody beauty.

The crowd roared and a proud mother roared even louder. Delirious with happiness, tears roll down her face.

The great sportsmanship of both teams was shown on the day when the winners congratulated the home team on a well played match and Delacombe did like wise.

Kade humbly walks over to see me, his friends and the assemblage of club spectators, they cheer as he nears. “Well played”, “congratulations” “woops and cheers” vibrated the air, claps the on the backs. “Mate, great comeback”.

My heart swelled with pride.

The shimmer of light radiated over the park like a spotlight caused by the sun shining on the windows of the cars, but anyway I looked at it the sun shone on my boy. He was in the spotlight. He was my hero always and everybody else’s on that day.

The powers that be

The powers that be

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The phrase comes from a translation of the Greek: αἱ … οὖσαι [ἐξουσίαι], hai … oûsai [exousíai], the … existing [powers]’; ἐξουσίαι is also translated as “authorities” in some other translations.[6]

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A deity

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A deity is “a god or goddess (in a polytheistic religion)”, or anything revered as divine.

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The powers that be or a deity whatever your belief said sternly “guilty as charged humans, off to the dungeon with you.”

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“Guilty of brutal armed conflict “

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“Guilty of heartless displacement of millions from their homes”

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“Guilty unkindness to fellow human. Bullying, stealing, racism and unkind words

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“Guilty of inhumane treatment of animals”

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“Guilty of causing a great rift in society, with humanity, with animals and in nature”

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“Guilty of the damaging our planet quicker than it can recover”

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Deforestation

Degradation of lands

Excess waste

CO2 emissions

And much more

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I sentence humanity as it stands for the reckless regard of your beautiful planet, we sanctioned you to love and treasure. We entrusted you with the hope of humans and animals coexisting.

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Trusting you would cherish life, love and support each other and procreate. We honoured you with a gift, in hope you would nourish it with love and hope, that this beautiful world would continue to flourish.

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To the good, who endeavour to commit to this, the humanitarians and those who believe in the value of human life, those who promote human welfare and social reform, those who hold no prejudice against gender, sexual orientation, race or religious beliefs. Those who do not condone human or animal suffering. To the humans who have ideals to save lives, relieve suffering, and maintain human and animal dignity. To those who want to save our planet and continue to work towards it.

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You are free to go and carry on with your good deeds and endorse a world where all live kindly.

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The good respond

“Please entrust us with those who have wronged, for, perhaps they do not understand. Let us show them and educate them. If we stand together, work together, we can save our world from the brink of destruction”

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We can change.

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We have a shared destiny, a shared responsibility to save the world from those who attempt to destroy it.

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With our love, we could save the world.

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The deity replies

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I give humanity one more chance

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Love your world

Save your world

Or lose your world!

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I rest my case! For now

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#writephoto with Sue Vincent

https://thehauntedwordsmith.wordpress.com/2019/03/21/opposites-attract-challenge-18/

https://wordofthedaychallenge.wordpress.com/2019/03/21/rest/

https://onedailyprompt.wordpress.com/2019/03/22/your-daily-word-prompt-dungeon-march-22-2019/

The Magician

/#writephoto – Sue Vincent

Startled she awoke

By the hush of the dark

Her sweet slumber was broke

The moon staining her face

Like a beautiful birth mark

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The silver white moon hung

Like a chandelier radiating light

As if magic had entered

On this inky black night

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This was her fathers sacred space

He came here to find inspiration

Where sky and leafscape interlace

He would sit in Natures creation

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As a child she sat by his side

She stared into his gentle face

Her heart would swell with pride

And overwhelming love

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She went to his favourite spot

To connect with him

Hold on, her sorrow forgot

Shine on me father, in my heart you shall never grow dim

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She lay down below the moon so divine

The wind so gentle, singing to her

Oh daughter of mine

In her slumber her soul hears the silence stir

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Her sad eyes slowly open

She sees his sign

A dream filled sleep joyfully broken

At this moment our two worlds align

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Dad is that you

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She stares lovingly at wizards hat

Her father the magician showing her that his magic still exists in our world

Again she hears the song

Daughter of mine that he sang for her on her wedding day

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I love you dad ❤️

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Here is the song he sang to his daughter

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=y5AIpz3BE5U&feature=share

Retractable Dog Leashes – know the risks

Warning graphic photos

This was very well written so I wanted to share. Warning, some graphic photos. All the injuries below were caused by retractable leashes.

Retractable Dog Leashes: Know the Risks

Retractable dog leashes are a popular tool among dog-owners. These leashes are thin cords that extend from and retract into a plastic handle. They may seem like a great idea because you can give your dog some leeway or reign her back in depending on the situation. The truth is that using retractable leashes for your dog is not a good idea. The dangers of these devices are caused by three of their main characteristics:

-The leash is a thin cord.

-The cord is attached to a spring-loaded mechanism in the handle.

-The leash extends up to thirty feet.

The possible negative circumstances that can occur as a result of these three retractable leash characteristics are:

Retractable leashes extend too far. Some of them can reach up to 30 feet in length. Because the leash is so long, your dog will have an option to run into situations or places that can result in serious injury or death for her or other dogs and people. These include:

-Running into a street.

-Charging up to people or other dogs uninvited.

-Darting in front of bicyclists or roller-bladers.

Getting tangled up in a long retractable leash is a real danger for dogs and people alike. Dogs can easily run around obstacles, getting the leash tangled, and you and dog can both become caught up in it. This creates a danger of falling or being injured by the leash itself, which is a thin cord and can cause damage to legs, hands, and other body parts that become wrapped up in it.

If you are walking your dog in a populated area on an extended retractable leash, the cord could easily entangle or trip other passers-by.

Retractable leashes have handles that are large and unwieldy. They are hard to handle and easy to drop. A dropped leash handle can result in a loose dog or more entanglement dangers.

Dogs that are timid are usually quite startled when a retractable leash handle is dropped, as it is quite loud. If this happens and the dog jumps or runs, the handle follows along, scraping, bumping, and making more noises. The poor, timid dog may be so traumatized by this that she becomes afraid of going for walks.

If you are walking your dog on a hard surface and accidentally drop the handle, the noise and sudden retraction may scare even a non-timid dog, causing her to run away from you.

Because retractable leashes are thin cords, if a person grabs the leash itself to try and pull the dog back in, severe injuries can result. These have included cord burns, lacerations, and even finger amputations.

It is much more difficult for a person to control the weight of a dog that is so far in front of them than one that is close. Your dog may reach the end of the leash and keep running full-speed. When a large dog is involved, this can easily result in you being pulled off of your feet and dragged. The injuries resulting from such an incident can include soreness, bruises, scrapes, and broken bones.

Dogs can be injured by retractable leashes, too. When dogs are running and hit the end of the leash, they can be jerked back suddenly. This can result in severe neck, throat, or spine injuries.

Large dogs that run full-speed and hit the end of the leash can sometimes break the thin cord, resulting in escape. You may also be injured by the snapping cord in this scenario.

Because of the tension on a retractable leash from the spring-loaded mechanism inside, if the dog’s collar or the metal clasp breaks when the dog is close to you, you could be seriously injured from the leash flying back into your face.

If you have a very obedient, well-mannered dog, using a retractable leash in a wide-open, uninhabited space so she can have a little room to explore may be safe. However, the majority of the time, retractable leashes are dangerous for dogs, their owners, and nearby pets and people.