Category: Bladder cancer

First cello lesson.

https://marantophotography.wordpress.com/2017/01/24/weekly-photo-challenge-graceful/

You will pass by this man.  I know you will. You could be driving a pickup truck with an empty bed, but you’ll pass him by.  You could be a gun toting cowboy or veteran, or have a big ugly dog sitting next to you, but you won’t stop.  

It used to be okay to pick up hitch hikers.  I’m not saying it was always what people did, trying to help a stranger.  And not that it always turned out okay, so if you had a bad experience, I’m sorry.  I’m not here to blame or criticize anyone for their decision.  A million years ago, before I was grown, it seemed okay.  A lot of the people needing rides were servicemen needing a ride home, or down on their luck men who were affected by job shortages. 

I would like to think that was the majority of people “back then”.   That’s an attitude pervasive in the older adults today.  “Back then” things were always better, easier, safer.  That’s just a typical way of thinking for people my age and older, because some things were safer.  And if they weren’t, you never heard about it on the radio, or snowy-barely-visible tv.  Maybe that was a good thing.  I’m not here to debate.  I’m just bringing it up to make you think about the guy on the side of the road.

When I was dating in 1965, my friend was taking me home.  He stopped to pick up a man late at night.  My date was a nice guy, and after all, a GI, so I was “safe”.  The man got in carrying a gas can.  It was my sweet brother in law.  We took him to get gas, then to his car, ending up at his and my sister’s home for coffee.  By the way, did I ever say thank you, Frank?

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In the distance I see my fate. A bleak and sorrowful future for me. Of course it is my own fault. Sometimes I wonder why I accept these jobs.

The gig was reportedly an easy one. My best friend wouldn’t steer me wrong.  No matter he was always in trouble. Why should this time be any different?

I see the tower. I see the cement buildings full of people like me. People who couldn’t say no to their supposed friend. Now my name is gone. I’ll be number six-four-seven-two-three from now until the day I die. This is my fate.

Three Line Tales

Trying to be sexy in a wheelchair.

Well it’s not easy, even if you care

To dress nicely, “do” your hair

Wear some makeup, it’s still there.

I’m talking about the chair.

People assume your brain’s not tracking

Even though it’s just standing that’s lacking.

They look around to see if you’re alone, 

As if you need someone to atone

Just because you have to sit

Doesn’t mean you can’t do it –

Whatever they’re thinking. We’re not so elusive

In fact, the chair makes us quite exclusive.

So remember the next time you see a person like me

Keep in mind the outside is not all you can see.

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HEY, HOW’s IT GOING, PEOPLE? Sorry, didn’t mean to yell, but since I did, everyone awake?😂. Feel free to throw things at the screen.  It won’t be mine that gets shattered.  It’s been one of those weeks, already – that’s me saying, “Sorry.”  Check those q. marks, L.

Answers to SMW questions for this week:

1.  Fruit, definitely.  Any fruit at all except pomegranate, those seeds?  No thanks.

2.  I grew up in no town.  It was a dairy farm about five miles from anything, including neighbors, school, and a one street town.  But I wouldn’t have it any other way.  I was blessed.

3.  If I could paint my childhood it would consist of a lot of green for the meadows, red for the berries and apple orchard, brown and dark green for the woods and black and white for our Holstein cows.  Blue for an unending sky and brook water. Yellow for my favorite spring flowers, daffodils.  Black and orange for my favorite birds, Baltimore Orioles, in my swinging tree.  Red and black for the swamp’s cattail sitters, Red-Winged Blackbirds.  White for the wonderful, drifted snow that the wind blew up to our second story bedroom window. Brown for the hard dirt roads so cool on your bare feet in summer.  Orange, yellow and red for the maple trees in Autumn.  I need to stop, I’m getting homesick!

4.  I could list things that make me relax, if I had any.  If I had the secret to relaxing my legs at night, I might be able to sleep!  As it is, I listen to music with headphones to blur outside noise, read, do jigsaw puzzles and games online.

5.   I am always grateful for time with my daughter and family.  This week we attended a movie “Hidden Figures”, a must see, imho.  This week I am looking forward to an outing with my grandson to take some local photos for Team Monkey, of Cyranny’s Cove Amazing Race.  The little guy arrived yesterday and already ate my last banana!

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My grandkids were talking of creation

Arguing, discussing how such a nation

Could happen, they both had their notions

Of how people and land, even oceans

Were started and I just listened to hear what they thought

Of course the church school student was taught

About Adam and Eve and how it began

The older one tried to speak of the Big Bang

Interesting listening to these kids under twenty

Of how the world started with ideas aplenty.

It’s a marvelous thing, the ideas of youth

I am quiet, trying not to appear uncouth.

I think all the answers about creation

Might prove both of them right, 

Oh, the devastation!

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Colorado spring

Melting snow means fun skiing

Warm without jackets

But slushy or icy spots

You have to watch, be careful

Or spend summer in a cast

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A bit strange isn’t it

Abandoned here on the beach

A picnic they said

Then proceeded to reach

For vegetables left and right.

A salad to make I thought with delight

I’ll be healthy there, not on a burger

And not suffer the heat of a BBQ burner.

So happily jumped into the larder

Where tomatoes and lettuce were working harder

To stay cool also.  They’d suffered the fate

Of topping a burger, on a hot plate.

The joy of staying cool in a salad?  

Might be cause for a culinary ballad.

But all that said, I’m left on the beach

To drown in a salt laden breach.

Oh well, it’s better than flames 

Hot grease surrounding

I guess there’s no chance of founding

So here I sit, an abandoned onion.

Maybe I should have been a Funyun!

https://allaboutwritingandmore.wordpress.com/2017/01/24/tuesday-photo-challenge-abandoned/

“Well, hello there! You certainly are a wee one. How old are you? What’s that? You need a diaper change? I’ll ask. Ewe’s your mother?”

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They’re just over the hill.  I can’t really see them with all the fog.  I hear their voices so they must be there.  I just can’t see them anymore.  Hurrying over the top of the hill, she still sees no one.  She can hear their voices, but they’re getting fainter. Should see go further?  She looks back, no one there either.

The playground, the families, she couldn’t see anything but fog.  It seemed to be creeping up the hill.  Soon it would overtake where she’s standing.  What then?  She started to panic a little.  Looking forward to the crest of the hill, she notices even the voices are getting more distant.  Where could her friends be?  This was just supposed to be a little game, now she felt tricked and scared.  They must be down there, but then, where is everyone else?  I’m all alone.  The fog is thickening.  The game of tag wasn’t fun any more.  “Where are you?” She yells through the fog.  “Answer me!”

An eerie voice dripping with malice, says “you’re it!”

https://allaboutwritingandmore.wordpress.com/2017/01/23/daily-picture-prompt-45/