The verdict is in; my Galaxy S8 does not require replacement. The battery has expanded and prised the back apart from the front. My guru can fix it, so that is one colossal expenditure I shall avoid. Thankfully my OtterBox has kept it together thus far. Another week of weirdness should be all the phone gives.
I get the feeling Your hands touching, soothing me Practiced perfectly, My reaction is in kind, Relatively well-balanced.
I cannot tell you I do not know all the words, For his meaning, see.
Love is no vague tale, It is solid as the selves shared With the two of us.
Sometimes you win all, Others you lose more than ought Fortunate are times When you discover graces You never dared to think real.
The heart becomes a wilderness, The trees are bare, left bereft As Winter falls cold and colder I, no longer bold, grow older, Your footsteps make no sound, echo, On the leaf-strewn path, receding. I wonder at myself left bleeding, Trying more to bide believing, But cannot know if your anger – Was an outburst or soulful season, Shall we again together have reason To celebrate the who we are Or risk space come between us afar.
You may be able To live within the fable, But a fantasy Can leave you cold in the night When love moves out of sight. Empty icy sheets May feel like a shroud, a cheat, Taking forever Away on a wind clever Enough to sing you goodbye. Fickle fate has eyes Seeing through this thin disguise Telling me, “Be wise, Some waiting is worth the times, To claim the gorgeous vision Just beyond the curtained eyes.” You are a hard one To guide around barriers But will merrier Be for time expended on Becoming love’s forever home. So until you share A pleasant trace, who you are, I will stay right here, As my heartache keeps singing.
This morning at some point, 40,000 households in Douglas County, Georgia, serviced by GreyStone Power lost electrical service. It was after 2 am for me because that is when I went to bed. If you need proof I sleep like the dead; I did not know a thing about it. However, when I woke at 7:30 am, it was very dark. I plotted a path to the restroom with a flashlight and returned to bed.
‘The power will be on when I get back up,’ was my thought as I snuggled in. When I got up at 10:30 am, nothing electrical was working.
Usually, if I have a warning, I charge up everything and make sure I am prepared. This storm, at least for me, came out of nowhere. I do not have a weather radio due to harrowing previous experience with one in my past existence.
At 10:30 am, I was shaken and had nothing that was not sugary to eat. Even my cell phone would not work. You can key the scary music, because this is one of those situations where I am terrified.
I got in the Explorer and drove to the library. God must have known how bad I needed some people, because a young gentleman and lady asked me was it open after I had gone to the door. It was not. We talked a few minutes and agreed our cell phones were out, hers’ being Sprint and mine Boost, which uses Sprint’s towers. They were there to vote, and that was partly my purpose.
I went to town for food and ate at Del Taco’s outdoor table. I had to be where I could see people, even in cars.
I went to Sam’s Club and bought some dog food, drinks, and food. When I returned home – the power was still out. I had perishables in the refrigerator and freezer at risk, plus groceries I had just gotten. I cried and prayed and hoped.
Around 5 pm, the power came on. I have been loving my house and my things since. I have repeatedly said, “Thank you, God!” I am still without computers, but how sweet electricity is.
About that thing where everyone runs to the store to buy sandwich fixings and water, maybe milk, I get it now. Some things will teach you they are true. I got schooled today.
Do not let the weather catch you sleeping, as Boy Scouts say, “Be Prepared!”
“Creatives are fit and strong,” I read somewhere in time. I tried to test the statement out, But I am uncertain I know Or understand its meaning. There are days I can Hardly place my feet upon The floor without crying out, Days I search my mind for words Finding nothing I can score. So I rummage round, find myself A smile, try it on for a little while, Often, I fall into a bout of tears Because of missing others Who once blessed my years. Days trot on and hours pass Galloping by, I must eat the pain Going dancing forward to a tune, Hold on, keep moving, do not Walk away from what tests you. This is only a temporary trial God assures it will surely pass I can hold on by His grace Another moment, soon enough He brings me through it. All endured fades into the past, Tomorrow holds brilliant dreams Scintillating possibilities abound With the triumphant rising of the sun A chance to influence eternity.
Haphazard Creative 
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