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Each Day Already is a Challenge

A Texas Sunrise

Sunrise on Surfside Beach, Texas

A friend, William Taylor, took this picture. He visits Surfside Beach with his dogs almost every morning, watching the sun rise while the dogs prance about at the water's edge.

This is only about ten miles from where I lived in Lake Jackson, Texas. Sadly, I only visited this beach about four times in the six years I lived nearby.

Each day is a challenge. A challenge to get by without thinking about the fibromyalgia pains. A challenge to stay awake when chronic fatigure wants to take over. And a challenge to navigate through fibro fog.

I haven't been writing as much as in the past. For years, I wrote at least 500 words a day. Now, I'm lucky if I write 500 words in month. Sigh.

For more information about what my day (or life) is all about with fibromyalgia, chronic fatigue, chronic pains, IBS, depression and everything else thrown in, check this out:

It's a New Day

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My pain and welcome to it.
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tracker

Oct 7, 2024 at 1:12am
In response to "I had to laugh "

Once you see it, I am sure it is hard to "unsee" it. LOL. I looked up the title but did not see it listed online. You don't see many bloopers like that around here, but I am sure they are out there.

tracker

Oct 7, 2024 at 1:06am
In response to "Have we forgotten?"

I researched the falling man and looked at victim and family stories. I am sure there were some kind of city remembrance events. I did my own, allowing myself to watch the terrifying videos, and reports, and documentaries the entire day to remember. There already is a generation who don't remember anything unless they learned something in school or from their own family about the attacks of 9/11.

tracker

Oct 7, 2024 at 1:03am
In response to "The lump keeps shrinking "

Great news! Lots of

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Kenzie

Sep 26, 2024 at 2:58am
In response to "The lump keeps shrinking "

Thanks!

Sumojo

Sep 26, 2024 at 2:40am
In response to "The lump keeps shrinking "

Great news, Kenzie. 🤗

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Kenzie

Sep 4, 2024 at 12:22am
In response to "I had to laugh "

That's pretty funny, Mike.

Merry_Mikey

Sep 3, 2024 at 11:13pm
In response to "I had to laugh "

On a somewhat related note, I saw a YouTube Sports Short day before yesterday. It was part of a collection of "NFL Best Somethings [catches, runs, interceptions, etc.]". Somebody went to all the trouble of selecting and collating the video clips, ranking them however they thought best, and then captioning them so viewers would know who did what to whom. Except... In this particular video, players in two separate clips were given credit for doing whatever it was they did - against their own team.

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Kenzie

Sep 3, 2024 at 8:04am
In response to "I had to laugh "

But we do expect the media to do better.

Sumojo

Sep 3, 2024 at 7:24am
In response to "I had to laugh "

That’s the English language for you, Kenzie

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Kenzie

Aug 6, 2024 at 1:55pm
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Thank you so much for your prayers.

March 18, 2007 at 11:26pm

#496100

Weird thoughts

For some reason, I thought about the phrases "traipsing around" and "prancing around" today. When I was a kid, those phrases were used quite a bit, and usually interchangeably. They aren't really the same thing. According to dictionary.com, traipsing means, "to walk or go aimlessly or idly or without finding or reaching one's goal, to tranp, or a tiring walk." Prancing, on the other hand, means, "to cavort, to move in a lively or spirited manner."

I wonder why those two words popped into my head this morning...and have refused to leave. We're leaving in the morning for that trip to Texas to finally empty out my storage unit. Are we going to traipse? Or prance? Not likely. We'll be driving - and observing the speed limit all the way.

One of Dad's phrases also came to mind today. Mom used "traipse" and "prance" more than Dad did. Maybe I was thinking about words that they each used. Perhaps I was remembering a bit about the months I spent with my parents before hubby and I married. I don't know.

But I do know that Dad - for years even before I lived with my folks - always talked about eating "snick-snacks" in the evening. I thought it was something peculiar to him, but not long ago I discovered that lots of Pittsburgh folks say "snick-snacks."

Now, I really do have to get back to packing.

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