Sheltering in Place Again #Six-SentenceStoryThursdayLinkUp #Inspiration #WritingPrompts

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Last Friday, I was on route to my singing engagement at an assisted living facility when I received a phone call from Help at Home, the agency that provides my housekeeping and blood pressure monitoring services. Apparently, one of their workers may have exposed me to COVID19. Needless to say, I called the assisted living facility and canceled my gig, then went straight home.

Assuming I was exposed the previous Tuesday when the workers cleaned my house and took my blood pressure, I notified everyone I’d been with since then. I also called the YMCA, where I teach water exercise classes. The recommended time for sheltering in place is now five to seven days, and because I haven’t had any symptoms since I was exposed, I believe I’m in the clear.


Thanks to Girlie on the Edge for inspiring the above true story with her six-sentence story prompt for this week, in which the given word is “shelter.” You can click here to participate and read other bloggers’ six-sentence creations.


New! Why Grandma Doesn’t Know Me

Copyright 2021 by Abbie Johnson Taylor.

Independently published with the help of DLD Books.

Front cover image contains: elderly woman in red sweater sitting next to a window.

Sixteen-year-old Natalie’s grandmother, suffering from dementia and confined to a wheelchair, lives in a nursing home and rarely recognizes Natalie. But one Halloween night, she tells her a shocking secret that only she and Natalie’s mother know. Natalie is the product of a one-night stand between her mother, who is a college English teacher, and another professor.

After some research, Natalie learns that people with dementia often have vivid memories of past events. Still not wanting to believe what her grandmother has told her, she finds her biological father online. The resemblance between them is undeniable. Not knowing what else to do, she shows his photo and website to her parents.

Natalie realizes she has some growing up to do. Scared and confused, she reaches out to her biological father, and they start corresponding.

Her younger sister, Sarah, senses their parents’ marital difficulties. At Thanksgiving, when she has an opportunity to see Santa Claus, she asks him to bring them together again. Can the jolly old elf grant her request?



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When Life is Good Again #Musical Monday #SocialMediaMonday

Last week, I was exposed to COVID when a gal in my singing group came to practice wearing a mask and saying she and her husband had tested positive. Granted, she sat well away from us while we practiced, but she sang along, as usual, and despite the mask, I’m sure her infected air particles were scattered far and wide.

As a result, I’ve been sheltering in place for the past week and plan to do so for another week, since the recommended quarantine period is fourteen days. The good news is that I’ve had no symptoms and doubt I will now. It’s been over five days since I was exposed. I’ve been fully vaccinated, having had my booster a couple of weeks ago. Even so, there’s still a chance I could inadvertently pass the virus on to someone less vulnerable. So, I’m taking every precaution possible.

Now, here’s a reblog of a song I posted in 2020 after we’d been locked down for a couple of months. Its message of hope still rings true today. Enjoy!

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Out of the blue, this song recently popped up in a notification from YouTube. According to a snippet on the web my Google assistant found from Country Living, this song was released on Thursday, May 28.

I’m sure we can all remember a time in our lives when such a song would have given us hope. For me, that time was when my late husband suffered his first stroke just three months after we were married. For us, life was eventually good again, but it wasn’t the same. You can learn more by reading My Ideal Partner: How I Met, Married, and Cared for the Man I Loved Despite Debilitating Odds. Now, during this time of uncertainty, I hope this song shows you a light at the end of the tunnel.

By the way, for those of you who use the National Library Services for the Blind and…

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