The school therapist sat in the corner, sipping his spiked lemonade, wearing a shirt inscribed “I’m Your Coyotee” misspelled with a lustful coyote. Sara knew her lycra diving suit was clingy but she was in the backstroke competition also. A diving suit was a vacuum fit. She winced when her little brother popped bubble wrap he found, thinking she missed the starter pistol. School swimming competitions were supposed to be a family affair. The teacher/therapist definitely unqualified.
Joe had always wanted a singing career. He finally asked his friend at a recording studio to help him write a melody fitting a poem Joe wrote after he lost his wife. He didn’t want a typical country song, predictable and trite. His poem was beautiful, with all the love and loss he felt poured into the words. His friend worked with him and they were going to have studio time for this last day only. The song was written and a local businessman backed the recording and it became a success. Joe hoped his wife would somehow hear it.
Since I’m turning eighty in a couple of months, obituary seems appropriate. I’m not having a funeral, but the people in those darkened smelly institutional halls will probably put something in the local paper. I can imagine someone I crossed paths with uttering “finally!” with a smile. I’ve had three close calls and am still here being my ornery self so my family thinks I’m immortal. When we gathered for Christmas last year we were playing a game with the oldest starting. The kids said “grandma” and of course the old joke passed around again. I’m going to be cremated, a tiny box of ashes buried beside my husband, also cremated. I don’t believe in heaven and hell so as far as I know it’s a final goodbye on the old deathbed. Probably in my last coherent moments I’ll start to fear the unknown, but I hope not. The only thing I would like in my obituary is “she had a fine sense of humor”.
Of course we are! It’s Venus! You’re lucky you’re not wearing a breathing tank! They weigh about twenty pounds! And speaking of weight, you could stand to lose a few, man. You need to stop snacking on the local food, and get back on the MREs. I know they’re disgusting but some are tolerable. Jason looked at his teammate with disappointment. Thanks for the advice, brother, as he gave him the bird.
Joe always wanted to join the circus. Ever since he was four years old and first saw a man doing impossible tricks, Joe knew he wanted to do it also. When he grew older, practicing every day was his routine. However, tricks he first saw as a child seemed impossible and he grew frustrated as more injuries occurred without great results. Finally he gave up, enrolled in business college and resigned himself to what he thought was an ordinary life. Joe was sitting in the park eating his usual bologna sandwich for lunch when a woman sat down on the same bench. She introduced herself, began talking to Joe like she knew him. Promises made by her convinced Joe to follow her to a large warehouse where there were many people doing various tricks – tricks usually performed at circuses or similar events. Joe was fascinated. He was hooked, there was only one caveat. Just the one you’re thinking? No, not his soul.
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Here are this week’s questions:
1. Did you ever keep a diary? No.
2. Do you use a calendar that is NOT on a computer/smartphone? Sometimes
3. When was the last time you wrote a letter…… using pen and paper, not a computer. Last week.
4. If you had a column of 10 figures, could you add them up or would you need a calculator? Yes.
Gratitude: I am grateful I had a family visit with a surprise of my oldest granddaughter! She is a pediatrician in CO about six hours away.🥰🎉
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My first thought was a memory of riding with my daughter and granddaughter in the car when this song came on the radio. My granddaughter was seven years old and belted out the chorus to this song, “Roar” by Katy Perry. She is twenty this year and has lived up to the message her entire life. The video is worth looking up and watching!👍🏻
I used to bite my tongue and hold my breath Scared to rock the boat and make a mess So I sat quietly, agreed politely I guess that I forgot I had a choice I let you push me past the breaking point I stood for nothing, so I fell for everything
You held me down, but I got up (hey) Already brushing off the dust You hear my voice, you hear that sound Like thunder, gonna shake the ground You held me down, but I got up (hey) Get ready ’cause I’ve had enough I see it all, I see it now
I got the eye of the tiger, a fighter Dancing through the fire ‘Cause I am a champion, and you’re gonna hear me roar Louder, louder than a lion ‘Cause I am a champion, and you’re gonna hear me roar
Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh You’re gonna hear me roar
Now I’m floatin’ like a butterfly Stinging like a bee, I earned my stripes I went from zero, to my own hero
You held me down, but I got up (hey) Already brushing off the dust You hear my voice, you hear that sound Like thunder, gonna shake the ground You held me down, but I got up (hey) Get ready ’cause I’ve had enough I see it all, I see it now
I got the eye of the tiger, a fighter Dancing through the fire ‘Cause I am a champion, and you’re gonna hear me roar Louder, louder than a lion ‘Cause I am a champion, and you’re gonna hear me roar
Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh You’re gonna hear me roar
Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh (you’ll hear me roar) Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh You’re gonna hear me roar
Roar, roar, roar, roar, roar
I got the eye of the tiger, a fighter Dancing through the fire ‘Cause I am a champion, and you’re gonna hear me roar Louder, louder than a lion ‘Cause I am a champion, and you’re gonna hear me roar
Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh (yeah) Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh You’re gonna hear me roar
Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh (you’ll hear me roar) Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh You’re gonna hear me roar
Sara loved him in a clinch and Joe was also loving the cinch. He was always pleasant, never a grinch. But then she gave him a pinch. Joe startled with a flinch. Sara said, “you need to lose an inch”, tugged on his belt like a winch. Joe defensively backed up in a squinch.
The Bag Lady 
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