#Taking Charge

[amphibia-a-day]

Day 1102 of Amphibia Screenshots

Episode: Taking Charge

[howifeltabouthim]

. . . he would have to write the story himself now or all the worst people would do it for him.

Lev Grossman, from The Bright Sword

[nerdalmighty]

YOU GUYS TALKIN' SCUM?!

Requested by @deerbot36

[143bc]

[gentlebyte]

I was waiting for something extraordinary to happen, but as the years wasted on nothing ever did unless I caused it.

Charles Bukowski

[xxtinymiseryxx]

Top two picks will be added to the book ❤️

[postsecretsalone]

[gainaxvel3o]

Suspicion Island does look like a fun show, no lie.

[amphibia-a-day]

Day 900 of Amphibia Screenshots

Episode: Taking Charge

[robertbrancatelli]

"I Made My Own Yeses!"

A friend of mine’s mother passed away a few weeks ago. Elizabeth Dolcimo Strunk lived a full life and would have been 92 this week. I was struck when I heard the news, since I remember talking to her once about death and how old we thought we would be when we died. It may have been a bit of a game, but, uncannily, she predicted her age. I had gotten to know “Liz” in college. My friend lived…

[nerdalmighty]

Who watched all these episodes and used up all the 🪫?

Requested by @deerbot36

[rosielindy]

At a work outing yesterday, I let my freak flag fly. I’m so socially awkward it hurts.

During a conversation about losing loved ones, I blurted out “I have a happy story about my dad’s death!”

I really do, and I’m gonna write it out here because it is a beautiful story that actually has nothing to do with him. It’s a long story and I don’t quite know how to tell it in a way that relays its beauty, the universe is amazing.

My dad passed in 2013, suddenly and alone. We were speaking but our relationship had been strained for years. As his only child I was executor of the estate, which was fully depleted by his association with my deceased mother’s daughter from a previous marriage. The only thing of value left was the home I grew up in and it was so run down it could not be easily sold to pay legal fees and amounts he’d promised to his two surviving step daughters.

My lawyer insisted I needed to sell the house to pay him and others but I found a Florida law that says I could keep it, so that’s what I did, after a short legal battle.

During a visit to clean out the home in 2014, I decided to introduce myself to the neighbor, a house my husband and I rented in 1984 at a discounted rate in exchange for fixing it up, which included sanding hardwood floors. He was very generous and kind and we busted our butts making the home better. My mother was critically ill at the time so being next door really helped in a lot of ways. It turns out that man was the brother of the current inhabitant. His family invited me in, cooked a wonderful lunch, and we shared stories. They instantly felt more like family than any of my actual blood relatives.

They were raising their granddaughter who was born prematurely and needed constant physical therapy. Their daughter, the child’s aunt, was struggling financially and trying to help but she lived across town. Her apartment had just been robbed for the second time so she needed a place to live. In 2015, we entered a seller-financed mortgage agreement for her to buy the home from me at a low price with low interest. Her cousin, the daughter of the original owner we rented from, did all the paperwork for us.

The house failed all four points of the inspection so we took money out of retirement savings to bring it up to code, then rolled that amount into the mortgage. Over the years she has improved the home, restored the original terrazzo floors and shared pictures of her toddler crawling around on them just as I did at the same age. She added central air, a second bath, and most recently updated the kitchen.

On Tuesday this week, June 4, we all celebrated her 40th birthday by completing a satisfaction of mortgage document. She made her last payment and officially owns the home now. It’s difficult to express the joy I feel knowing I was able to help this family and preserve the only tangible part of my own family that remains.

If you made it this far, thank you. 🥰

[mysticdreamcafe]

Taking charge

The eclipse was amazing!

Now that the universe has accomplished it's stunning light and magic show it's time for me to take charge of me again and get writing.

My health is on the incline instead of decline. Though I am really tired for some reason. My family is situated to the best of it's ability. I've started repairs and small improvements on the house. So it's time for me to take care of me again. Or at least take care of the characters in my head that won't shut up.

If you are creative you'll know what I mean. When there's a story, picture, or something that needs to be made physical it speaks to you. It can sound crazy, I know, but my characters walk around in my while I'm writing like it's a movie and I'm to document it.

I decided to write long hand and then copy to a digital format to help improve my health. I started writing letters to old friends and family and it's funny how many have mentioned that writing longhand is way more brain engaging than typing. I don't think they believed me when I said it would help me to improve the parts of me that have been starting to fail.

I need to get my notebook and get started on accomplishing this one dream.

[whats-in-a-sentence]

Edmund Blucher Uhr took the Shamrock to Brisbane in January 1842 to take charge of Tent Hill.

"Killing for Country: A Family History" - David Marr

[thebookofrock]

Spending most of my life trying to figure out what the next thing I shoud be doing is! Then looking up and realising that the years have passed regardless!

Doing what makes me feel good and nothing less, from now on.