I have been writing prompts in this platform for five years. It has been a great experience. I have found friends. I have read very interesting contributions from people I would never have known, about all kind of topics. I have learned about new cultures.
The daily prompt was one of the reasons I choose WordPress for my blog. I thought it was a wonderful idea. Now I’m sad and pretty disappointed with the Daily Post team for the way they have terminated the whole thing. So suddenly. Without any plausible explanation, giving us no time to react.
Many of us have begun our bloggers life in the daily prompt and knew we could find our contacts and friends in the Daily Post grid. It had would be kind from the part of the team, tell us in advance what was the plan so we could make our adjustments with time. Five days is not enough. But it seems, we are no longer a priority for them.
Long time ago there was an archaic world without a common space for WordPress bloggers to communicate to each other. It was before the start of the daily prompt and the weekly photo challenge.
Many bloggers lived lost in the jungle of the blogosphere feeling pretty lonely and disoriented. Then arrived the great idea of the daily prompts and the weekly challenges and a community of bloggers was born.
They began to communicate and show their posts and photos to everybody. Many friendships were established online. Young people joined the club. Every day the participants made its contributions to the daily prompts, they would check how were doing their friends and other bloggers writing about the same topic, interchange comments and so on.
Then , one day, without giving them time to react, by decree, giving no reasons, the organizers of all this, decided to bring them back to the archaic time by canceling all the prompts and challenges. Now we all are back again at the jungle of the blogosphere without any help. So, farewell, WordPress “happy editors”! We will find our ways to survive without you.
I’m sorry to say, you disappointed me greatly.
This year I have failed in almost everything I was supposed to do, but I can say that I have been there for my mom till she passed away, taking care of her, being by her side when she needed me, talking with her… loving her. I’m glad I have been able to do it. Now I feel sad when I see her house empty and I miss her smile and her wise and loving words. But life must go on… I’ll never forget this 2017.
Now let’s look forward: Happy New Year
There was a living legend in my newsroom. A seasoned coworker who had lost his right arm in an accident during her youth, but was able to write fast enough with his left hand. He had a vast culture and he had among others a very popular column about music, his passion.
He was known among us because he had answers for everything . His memory and his encyclopedic knowledge was impressive. Before the times of Wikipedia and google, when we needed some data, we asked him because it was faster than go to check in a book or an encyclopedia. Sometimes my coworkers used to asked him difficult questions just to try him. In my 27 years working besides him I never caught him in a fault.
Only once, he didn’t know the answer to the question a journalist made him. But he sure knew where to find the answer in a few seconds. Even when the Internet was the king of the information, we used to check with him. He was fast, reliable, and human.
Bright, with a peculiar sense of humor. Resorting to him you would take back an answer and a smile or a laugh. Fernando (FPO) never disappointed us. Only when he got ill too soon and passed away. The companion and friend left us, The legend remain
My parents lived one of the most exciting love stories I’ve ever heard of. They got married during the WWII. They had a baby, and almost immediately after that, the war separated them.
My father was a prisoner, later a refugee and finally an exiled. My mom had to hide with the baby and later was persecuted because of her faith in a communist country. They spent twelve years trying to reunite again during which they suffered a lot.
All their attempts were a failures until 1956. But they loved each other so much that when they finally succeeded and met again, they were able to look at each other at the eyes without regrets, and continue their live together just as if they had said farewell the day before. And they continued loving each other like the first day till the end.
Dad, a writer, used to write poems to mom and surprise her with little gifts with no apparently reason. She was always smiling. Their friends and acquaintances say that my parents conveyed serenity and happiness. I think so too.
My dad passed away sixteen years ago. My mom just last August.
I miss them badly
They didn’t have material things to leave us as inheritance.
I would like to inherit their way of loving, so natural, so intense, so faithful.
We had a nice living room with a wooden floor in a very bad condition. the contrast between the floor and the furniture was too obvious so we recently decided to varnish the floor.
I remember those days with horror. We had to clear the room of furniture: take out the heavy couch that didn’t fit thru the narrow door and what can I say about the piano! The tables were easier, but the furniture of the library were a nightmare. We finished exhausted knowing that two or three days after we would have to do the job again to put the furniture in their place.
Finally the varnishing team came and did their job but they left lots of dust behind them. Fortunately, we had protected very well the piano against the dust. We began to clean the rest of the house and the room and replace the furniture.
Suddenly, our nice couch and our lovely shelving furniture looked rather old and worn against the sparkling new floor. Oh boy! There is no way to find the harmony. Speaking about harmony, our piano leveled somehow the look of the room because when we were transporting it we made an ugly mark on the just varnished floor so it’s not already so perfect
One of my closest friends has paid a visit to the oculist recently, and of course, she needed glasses. Now with her new glasses she has discovered she has lots of wrinkles she had never seen before and we also. Suddenly we all have aged several decades at the same time.
Probably you already noticed I’ve been silent since late May. Due to family matters that require all my time and attention, I won’t be able to update this blog for a while. I hope things will get back to normal soon. Till then, good luck to everybody.
Due to family matters I’ll be absent for a while. I won’t be able to post on this blog regularly. I don’t know for how long. I’ll be back as soon as possible.
How do you feel about your job? Do you spring out of bed, looking forward to work? Or, is your job a soul-destroying monotony of pure drudgery, or somewhere in between?
I was enthusiastic about my job. Journalism is a wonderful, demanding and absorbing job. It gave me unforgettable experiences. It marked deeply my life. I’ve shared great sufferings and big joys. I’ve known all kind of people. Common people. Heroes and villains. I’ve known places in peace and in war. I’ve learned a lot about human kind. I’ve tried to don’t be cynical despite what I have seen during my career. I believe there is a space for hope in this world, despite its horrors.
Daily Prompt: Sixteen Tons.
Due to family reasons I won’t be able to post for a while. I hope I will be absent only for a few days, but it can be maybe a week, maybe more. I’ll miss you!
Daily Prompt: If You Leave.
via Daily Prompt: If You Leave.
Are you stubborn as a grass stain or as easy going as a light breeze on a warm day? Tell us about the ways in which you’re stubborn — which issues make you dig your heels in and refuse to budge?
I’m so discouraged I can’t even think about this topic. I don’t remember how I was before. I don’t even recognise myself already. They say I was stubborn. Now I have no strength for that. I only have strength to survive somehow. I’m trying to keep going. I’m trying to don’t fall in the deep hole of my discouragement. Never surrender in this fight is enough.
via Daily Prompt: Never Surrender.
via Daily Prompt: Never Surrender.
Due to a big storm I lost my connection to the Internet last Sunday. And here I am, writing this nonsense at the time I use to do the Daily Prompt just to don’t lost contact with you. Or create the illusion that I’m still in contact with all of you. I don’t know when or if this post will be published. I don’t know why I’m doing this. I have tons of things to do with my time. Somehow I need your company. This is why I try to answer to the prompts even when I’m not inspired.
It’s amazing how attached can I get to something like my connection to the Internet. I got so used to have the news at my fingertips whenever I need them, to send and receive messages anytime… I took all that for granted and when fails I feel a little isolated. Surrounded by people, people I love so much, but somehow cut off from the rest of the world.
I feel guilty complaining about this little nuisance with so many people suffering real problems. So what if I can’t work and communicate for a couple of days? I’m lucky. I have extra free time for other things. I just miss you. I’m trying to send this via my phone.
Due to family matters I’m gonna be too busy to be here writing my posts for the daily prompt. I hope that in approximately a week I’ll be back. Meanwhile I wish you happy blogging to everybody.
I feel so lonely…
I’m having almost no “likes”
Tell, am I so bad?
I love changing themes in my blogs and experimenting. If you’re following me you sure already noticed. I made a change that caused me a lot of troubles. It seems some of my followers received a lot of pingbacks or emails together. I already apologized in a recent note. Worst of all I was not convinced with that theme and I changed again. I hope you’ll enjoy this new one.
If you received a lot of pingbacks or e-mails from my blog, please accept my apologies. I just changed the theme and was experimenting with the new layout. I sure did something wrong and as a result all these pingbacks from old posts went out without my knowledge. I’m sorry for the inconveniences I caused. I hope you’ll understand. I hope it will never happen again.