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JusJoJan26: Unspoken

Published on 01/20/2026 by J-Dub5 Comments

January 20.

Today we have “unspoken” from Maggie. You should visit Maggie’s blog to read her posts and say hello. Thanks Linda for hosting.

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I see unspoken but my mind translates to unwritten. My first thought was the song by the lovely Natasha Bedingfield. But that’s not the prompt.

Being lied to my entire life, even to this day, I leave nothing unspoken. That said if something should stay private, tell me. I’m not a mind reader. I’ll be your sounding board and take your secret to my grave. I’m the vault. Otherwise, if I’m asked, I tell. Never do I offer unsolicited answers though.

People who know the real Jill appreciate that. They know I’ll shoot them straight and tell it like it is because I know first hand the harm secrets create. The truth will always come out anyway. The only way to avoid “surprises” is leave things completely unspoken.

Which is what I’m doing right now. Mums the word. As a kindness to someone (or several people) who weren’t very nice to me. I don’t get mad or get even. I get sad and go to extremes to avoid hurting anyone.

Whew! I should’ve stuck with the song. I’ll drop it here and walk it off. Wishing you a peaceful Tuesday.

Unwritten

As always, more to come.

Poetry

Published on 01/19/2026 by J-Dub1 Comment

Inspired by the New Moon 🌑 on January 18, 2026

A velvety navy-blue crush,
opulent in its splendor,
blankets God’s canvas
otherwise known as the sky.

Winter stars burn
with dazzling brilliance,
reminding me
I’m but a speck
in this vast universe.

Last night, I spent a fair amount of time outside, even though it was muy frio. I bundled up in my fleece blanket and just howled.

You can’t see anything during a new moon other than the stars — by its very definition, the moon is almost invisible in that phase. You can sometimes see it in the evening though which means I’m headed outside shortly to try to catch sight of the moon again. Never get old to me.

Beethoven- Moonlight Sonata

As always, more to come.

JusJoJan26: Moon, Magic, Plants

Published on 01/19/2026 by J-Dub7 Comments

January 19.

Today we have “Consistency” from Warren https://thefrustraitedrunner.wordpress.com/. Take a peek at his blog to see what he’s up to!

I crave consistency. Considering my beginning, that’s understandable. I need something stable to hold onto. Everything about me is consistent and shows longevity. I’m loyalty to a fault. I follow through. It’s how I coped. And sure some might say attachment disorder but oh well. Could be worse.

Patterns are comforting. Finding joy in my simple routines. I equate consistency with heartbeat steady.

I’ve chased the moon my whole life. I’m enamored by its magic. One of my earliest memories is digging in the dirt planting zinnias. If I look back historically to what I’ve posted, my pictures are quite repetitive— some may say boring. Moonrises, sunsets, nature in all forms to include my favorite— plants. I’m compelled to consistently share them again and again. Every time I stop in my tracks as if what I’m seeing is brand new instead of ancient. Amazed again by the wonder of it all. Nature finds a way.

The title of this post is borrowed from my niece. We share innate similarities. Something in our blood. A consistent thread that binds us. Nothing else explains why we both gravitate towards the moon, magic, and plants. It’s not that way with everyone. People are unique creatures. Sometimes it’s only by experience that people become close. With us it was automatic. And oh my that’s something special.

Well, I’ve gone on long enough. Time for another cup of coffee. It’s a holiday after all, so I’m taking things slower. I think I should take my time more often. Stop to smell the roses.

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As always, more to come.

What the freak! I’m going for four posts today 🤩

Published on 01/18/202601/18/2026 by J-Dub16 Comments

I’m a regular chatty Cathy.

On today’s Song Lyrics Sunday, I picked Hazy Shade of Winter. When replying to a comment, I got a notice that in December 2018, I had shared the same song on Song Lyrics Sunday — back when Helen was the host. The prompt that day was winter.

As I reread that seven-year-old post, I realized something. My writing skills are deteriorating not improving. I think I used to try harder maybe? I don’t know but something changed. I’m going to work on honing my skillz.

I also noticed that I had way more comments in 2018. And I used to shamelessly beg for them. Tell me your thoughts? Puhleese 🙏

Comments are like gold. Maybe more than gold. Priceless. I still believe that … to comment is a deeper form of interaction when you can’t be in person.

And I get it’s not always easy and people don’t have the time to “talk” But when one blogs not for any financial gains, but to connect and be in community, those comments are chef’s kiss perfection.

I clicked on the links to the different blogs from those folks who said something back in 2018 and I see that in one case there has been no additional postings by them since 2023. Geez I hope they’re ok. In another, I see an account has been made private. And yet in two more, I see that they have moved off WordPress completely in favor of Blogspot. I miss you Paula of Lights Motif.

I was wondering where have all the people gone? Now I know. I guess it’s just an evolution. And people will come and go on WordPress just like in life.

Heavy thoughts for this Sunday morning. Maybe I should roll out of bed and eat my breakfast and drink some coffee. See if I can get rid of some of this discomfort in my belly.

Closing with a song.

Love the One Your With

As always, more to come.

Writer’s Workshop: Miss Frizzle

Published on 01/18/2026 by J-Dub4 Comments

This was stuck in drafts. Publishing now. Unedited. Guess it’s three posts today after all.

Since this morning’s SoCS was a short post, I decided I would do a second post now rather than combining three prompts tomorrow. I’m also going to change it up and go with … drum 🥁 roll please —

3. Write a story where a unique vessel takes you somewhere you’ve never before been.

That’s been done! No way to top 20000 Leagues Under the Sea or Journey to the Center of the Earth. Jules Vern was a sci-fi master.

Instead of writing my own story, I’m going to borrow from the “Magic School Bus” a TV show launched in ‘94. Despite the almost 10 year age gap, Pony loved the stories as much as Lulu Belle. He saw the original series and she watched reruns.

Yep, so you guessed it; the school bus itself is the vessel and it took Miss Frizzle and her students to all kinds of cool and unique places. Our favorite episode was when the kids turned into blood cells floating through veins and arteries. We learned so much about the human heart in a fun, cartoonish way. Made a complicated subject easier to understand.

And that’s all she wrote. Until tomorrow. Happy Saturday!!

Written for Writer’s Workshop by studious lil Jilly J-Dub. The rules and pingback are here. Badge/feature image by Patty, https://anothercookieplease.com

As always, more to come.

JusJoJan26: Organ

Published on 01/18/2026 by J-Dub4 Comments

January 18.

We have organ as suggested by Kaye. Visit Kaye’s blog to read her posts and say hello. You’ll be glad you did.

Oh so many ways I could go with this prompt but I’ll land on the fact that I’m an organ donor. It’s right there on my drivers license. But I wonder if my organs could really help anybody considering I’m a 61 year old female with lots of medical problems. Mostly non-viable they’d probably say — like how am I even standing upright and walking?!? The power through method. That’s how.

Or trick question. I’m not up! I’m lounging in bed with my heating pad on and music playing in the background as I type this jot from my phone. Clicking away. Under warm covers since it’s below freezing outside and cool in here.

I’m over exaggerating a bit as my pain is more discomfort in the moment. This morning’s gastrointestinal troubles are of a minor variety. I’ll be fine.

I actually slept last night and that’s not nothing — it’s something glorious.

We keep our thermostat at 60°. Most people freak out by that but there’s no reason to use the heater for what joggers and sweatshirts can do. And I really do enjoy warm fuzzy socks and knit hats. When we’re up and moving around 60° is perfect. Plus you sleep better in the cold. Scientific fact. That may explain some things about last night.

Now I veered off the prompt of organ so I guess I’ll say, aloha, see y’all next time.

Wishing you a peaceful Sunday.

As always, more to come.

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#SLS: Time

Published on 01/18/202601/17/2026 by J-Dub18 Comments

I am convinced that music has a healing power. So does patience. Some of the best advice I was ever given is to give time, time. I’d like to say I’m done with my impatience but that would be a lie. Ha! What I can do though is promise that I will try.

Thanks Jim, for hosting this shindig where the prompt is time. The Rules and Pingback are HERE.

Texas has been having an unseasonably warm winter. At least my corner of Texas. I don’t know what it’s like north of Loop 1604.

AnyWho, that’s why I picked my song because after weeks of temperatures hovering around 80° we’re starting out our Sunday in the 20s. Muy Frio. 🥶

Drum 🥁 roll please rat-a-tat-tat-rat-a-tat-tat — I present to you—

Hazy Shade of Winter by songwriter Paul Simon. I going with my preferred Bangles cover which reminds me of the movie Less Than Zero based on the book of the same title written by Bret Easton Ellis. As we continue down a rabbit hole of trivia, Mr. Easton Ellis also wrote American Psycho. Which was also turned into a movie. Better books 📚 than movies 🎥 in my opinion but both are rather dark tales. In this below freezing weather, the song 🎶 fits my mood perfectly. Lyrics within.

Hazy Shade of Winter

As always, more to come.

#SoCS & JusJoJan26: Favorite Saying

Published on 01/17/202601/16/2026 by J-Dub10 Comments

LG prompts us with a favorite saying. Oh my gee, I’ve got tons. Like yesterday’s post on philosophy — picking a favorite of anything is nearly impossible for me.

Think, think, think ….

Okay.

Here goes nothing ~ Unknown

Nope. That’s not my favorite saying.

He he.

This is …

When one door closes, another one opens ~ Unknown

Or even better — I saw this and was easily amused:

When one door closes, open it. It’s a door, that’s how they work ~ Unknown

Bwahahahahahaha.

I’m gonna be opening doors and opening hearts, y’all.

Happy Saturday!! We’re finally getting winter weather here in San Antone, and I do NOT like it. Not one little bit. Ha!

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As always, more to come.

JusJoJan26: Philosophy

Published on 01/16/202601/16/2026 by J-Dub3 Comments

January 16.

Today we have philosophy brought to us by the spectacular Sadje. Visit Sadje’s blog to read her posts and say hello. She is quite a talented writer.

Armchair philosopher … that’s me. I feel better quoting pearls of wisdom from the greats in my blog. When something strikes a chord, I want to share it. I thought I might just drop my favorite quote but then who am I kidding, they’re all my favorite.

Now for a story on repeat because even though I’ve got a million of them, a few are most memorable to me. I was going into the Army straight out of high school before a knee injury sidelined me. By the time I was well enough to try again to get through basic training, enlistments were down & getting in again wasn’t as easy. My plan B was to get a job but at USAA, they only way to get promoted was to “self-develop” which meant I started going to night school at San Antonio College aka SAC aka San Pedro High. Ha-ha.

Yep, Junior college got a bad rap back in the day but that was where I earned some of my best education. The instructors were most adjunct with day jobs and they brought that real world experience into our minds. I needed 9 hours of fine arts so during my very first semester I took philosophy. Dr. Sherman changed my life, not an exaggeration either. He helped us see things in a different. light. Challenged every belief I had in me instilled by the nuns over 13 years of indoctrination. Some may say he indoctrinated me too, but he always put the decisions back on us. “You decide students,” he would tell us. The quickest path to finding out who we are — “I think, therefore I am” René Descartes

When you open your mind, you change the world or at least you change your corner of the world. The sky’s the limit. Possibilities are endless. You have hope to sustain you. Now I’m just getting preachy, so I will close.

I’m going to make the Golden Rule my renewed philosophy. That was Dr. Sherman’s favorite. Plus, I will LIVE in the present and not wallow in the past even as I experience physical pain on the daily. LIVE is my word of the year, passed on to me from my nephew, Brian along with Mikey’s bracelet.