I can’t even sleep! The best birthday present I’ve received in my 74 years! A trip to this park in Colorado where after seven years I can actually enjoy a trail! Woohoo! Here is the vehicle they provide…I’ve always wanted to drive a tank and here’s my chance.
I cannot wait!😀
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Well, Harry, did I tell you or did I tell you? This old rig is worthless and now we’re stuck!
Yes you did, Henry, you always tell me. Let’s walk to the highway and hitch a ride. There’s plenty of truckers there.
Truckers? What did I tell you about truckers?
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Belly, liquid, rumble
Waiting for the arrival
Of family tonight
I wish I’d satisfied my hunger
And taken an earlier bite
My belly says feed me, starts to grumble
I think I have some wine
In the fridge I’ll take a rumble
Yep, there it sits, red or white your preference
My stomach says it doesn’t make a difference.
So should I open it before everyone arrives
Drinking on an empty stomach surely isn’t wise.
And then there’s grandkids coming. . .😳😎☺️
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As birthdays go this is no milestone
But many stones have turned
Since I found the blogging bug
Some new friends I have earned
Stop the puzzle, take a pen
And write your feelings down
Every blogger happy here
Will check in on what you’ve done.
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Mr. Bump https://mrbump.uk/2020/09/10/ and I were talking about “Mad World” and I sent him my favorite version of the song, seen on “The Voice” performed by Taylor John Williams. Here’s another of his performances. I love his quiet manner and voice.
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I slept in, expecting a grocery order brought by my daughter tonight when they come to celebrate my birthday this week. It’s a fun event with plenty of laughs and hugs. This morning I cleaned the freezer and refrigerator, getting rid of some black frozen bananas I was saving to make banana bread, but let’s face it, it was months ago and nothing tastes the same as it used to. 😏
I might order something supposedly tasty in the groceries, but am usually disappointed at the result. This week I ordered black plums and a watermelon.🤞🏻My orders are once a month so veggie bins etc are empty and sparkling!😌
If you are still reading🙄 I also cleaned the floors. I don’t get the same high as I used to years ago when my house was freshly cleaned. Laugh, but we oldsters used to think that was a fine accomplishment. My kids had jobs to do and did them, not always without a bit of grumbling.
The awesome part of today will be seeing my family. With homeschool back in session and soccer and other busyness, COVID, etc, we don’t see each other that often. 😷
Now for the reeeeel fun part of my day, paying bills.😜 But the sun is shining bright, the temp is 49F and warming all week after snow and freezing on Monday and Tuesday. Have a great day!🥰
https://wordofthedaychallenge.wordpress.com/2020/09/10/awesome/
Laugh, nip, fix
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I had to laugh when I turned fifty
My friends at work thought it was nifty
To give me a card that read
“Never let your coconuts fall below your grass skirt”
I admit that back then I thought it silly
Sent to other “fifties” willynilly
But as I age and accoutrements sag
I wish I had tried to fix those bags
To visit a surgeon for a slight nip
It’s now too late for such a trip.
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Autumn leaves ready
Hues of pastel at the start
A gift of nature
Seen as a first suggestion
Later, a force of colors.
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Softness brushed my arm and I watched you approach the table, slinking into the chair smoothly as donning a silk glove, all vermillion lipsticked and curled sepia hair, your skin radiant gold in your plunging black velvet. You glanced back at me, invitingly, knowingly.
As I rose to join you, a gentleman drifted by me and sat with you. In the end, we were just a moment.
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Tuesday Writing Prompt Challenge: Tuesday, September 8, 2020
Belly up to the bar, pardner. I hear tell thar’s gonna be a trial today. Mr. T is finally gettin’ his whatfers.
Yessiree, Bob. Ya think it’ll stick?
Ayah. Those fancy city pettifoggers ain’t no match for Marshall Dillon. He’ll get him.
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