01 Wednesday Jan 2020
Posted in Holiday
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29 Sunday Dec 2019
Posted in Poetry
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The gray has taken over
Tiny lines are in pursuit
This aging thing’s a battle
Fighting back is kind of moot
I snap and pop with movement
Oh, these aching bones are rough
Okay, okay, already!
I have had ENOUGH!
They tell me I should exercise
And I do, but not the right way
Maybe that’s the reason
My pants now fit the tight way.
Next year I hit the big six-oh!
I’m not ready for that number
Unless, of course, it also comes
With lots of extra slumber!
I know I’m being silly
What is it about age?
It’s not the worst that can happen
In fact, I hear it’s all the rage!
Something everyone is doing
Whether they want to or not
I think I have decided
This age thing ain’t so hot!
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29 Sunday Dec 2019
Posted in Tea Time Talk
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Good morning, friends. Can you believe it’s the last Sunday of 2019? This year has certainly flown by quickly. Perhaps 2020 will be the year we all slow down and take time to appreciate all we have. Won’t you join me for a cup of tea or coffee, sit a while, and chat? 🙂 
If we were sipping tea and talking I would tell you: I’ll be taking some time off from blogging. Life has thrown another curve ball and I need to practice my catching skills. I will still be posting, albeit, sporadically, until things settle down. I hope you’ll still come by to visit, read some older posts, and enjoy the new ones, when they happen to pop up. I must also apologize for not visiting some of the blogs I follow. I’m just a bit overwhelmed right now, and need to re-evaluate my future. I know you understand.
If we were sipping tea and talking I would tell you: Christmas Day was quiet, with just Lys, Neil & my Mom for dinner. The holidays aren’t what they used to be for me. I must sound like Scrooge, but with my health issues, things have become tougher to deal with. So instead of everyone at my house, like it used to be, I stick with immediate family only. Maybe, one day it will change. For now, it works for me.
If we were sipping tea and talking I would tell you: it’s a short one this week. I hope you’ve had a wonderful holiday season, whichever one you’ve celebrated, and that 2020 is the year you hope it to be.
As for the week ahead:
If we were sipping tea, basking in the sun and talking I would tell you: I’m wishing you a very Happy New Year!! Here’s to 2020!!
If we were sipping tea, basking in the sun and talking I would tell you: it’s off to church I go! See ya next year, be well, and have a blessed week, my friends! ❤ 
27 Friday Dec 2019
Posted in Poetry
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#poetry, dorindaduclos.com, dream, fate, fire, Night Owl Poetry, nightmare, poems, possession, reality, sleep, writing
Awakening, from a nightmare
I realize, I’m not asleep
Try to pull the blankets up
Find them tangled, in a heap
Sweat pours down, like waterfalls
I try to wipe it, with the sheet
Suddenly, I’m freezing
But, can only feel the heat
Fire blazes before me
Flames devour what’s around
The din, it is quite deafening
But I cannot hear a sound
It dares me to snap out of it
Snap out of what? I have to ask
This dream has taken over
And it’s taken me to task
Of waking to reality, where
The walls don’t suffocate
Breaking free from what possesses me
I tempt the hands of fate
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26 Thursday Dec 2019
Posted in Poetry
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#poetry, clean up, Cristmas, dessert, dinner, dorindaduclos.com, family, gathering, mess, Night Owl Poetry, poems, writing
Two days of eating
Stuffed to the gills
The thought of the clean up
Is giving me chills!
Boxes unwrapped
Colored paper abounds
I’m looking for help
But there’s no one around!
Each year I swear
Next year will be diverse
But who am I kidding?
It’s just getting worse!
At some point, I give in
OK, I’ll host Christmas
Then reality hits me
I should mind my own business
Ah, but everything turns out
Exactly as I planned
As I smile at my family
Thinking, yes, life is grand
To allow us to gather
Around the table together
To reminisce, laugh
And remember forever
Making new memories
Each day that we share
At holiday time
When we are all there
Then I suddenly realize
The table’s now empty
They all seem to escape
When the dishes are plenty!
But, alas, I should know this
There’s no one to help clear
But when dessert is announced
They all, instantly, reappear!!
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