Nebraska or the Twilight Zone?

Yes, ladies and gentlemen, middle America circa 1950s, exists today in small town Nebraska. My daughter and her three oldest daughters traveled from Denver to Omaha to see a play in the antique Orpheum theater. During the eight hour trip, they stopped for lunch.

The restaurant had great reviews and they walked up to an outside window to order. The sliding window was slammed shut after taking their order. They walked inside to wait for the order, and to use the restroom. They were told there was no restroom. The “busy with families” clientele stopped eating and stared at the four strangers entering– absolutely stopped talking and stared the entire time the young women waited for their order.

After fifteen minutes of complete silence and staring, my granddaughter remarked “screw this” and grabbed her sister’s hand and said, “we need to make those wedding plans.” (I’m told she takes after me, Yeah!)

The family is used to being stared at, being diverse, and having handicap members, but not to this extreme. Luckily we’ve all adopted–pun intended, a handy sense of humor!

When they received their order, they left and ate their lunch at a park across the street. This is a picture of the girls on Easter 2019:

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“Be afraid, be very afraid”….

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MLMM First Line Friday – MRI

“Breath in, breath out, you’ll be okay.”

Sure, like that’s going to happen. You’re not the one laying here trying to ignore this enclosure, shoulders cramped by cold metal. . .my whole body surrounded by cold metal, where all I can do IS breathe. I can’t move, for at least forty-five minutes I’m not to move. I wonder if that includes eyelashes. . .probably does, since they have my head in a vice, and told me to keep my eyes shut. I wonder who invented this torture device, some sadist from the thirteenth century?

I’m breathing all right, and trying to keep the claustrophobia and nausea panic from coming to fruition. . .wonder if anyone actually vomits in here? That sickening vision playing in my mind, I breathe deeply, expanding my lungs while trying not to actually move my chest. Okay that’s impossible, short panicky breaths take over. I break the rules and utter, “anyone ever get sick in here?”

“Breath in, breath out, you’ll be okay.”
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https://mindlovemiserysmenagerie.wordpress.com/2019/06/07/first-line-friday-june-7th-2019/

Word of the Day: Following

Following up on blogs, trump, the news, HBO, Netflix, Hulu, favorite sport teams, latest episodes of the whodunit, Skype, Facebook, Twitter, Instagram, Google, USA Today, New York Times, Washington Post, Time, Newsweek, People, Vogue, Esquire, Woman’s Day, GQ, the Lancet, Outdoors, Wall Street Journal, stock exchange, book reviews. . . just a few. . . who has time for all of this?

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MLMM Tale Weaver

This week I was trying to get my old laptop empty to see if I could download the WP app on it. It is old, uses Windows 7 and I can hear you laughing right now. I let it gather dust after buying an iPad which I much preferred over a Windows system.

In doing so, I found flash drives with photos from early 2000s and it was a reunion with my friends and grandchildren from the past.

Looking at photos and places I haven’t seen in over five years, some over fifteen years, causes me to ponder about my feelings in those days.

I was in bad health, but in my best element as a busy grandmother. I look upon those days with nostalgia, some days with regrets, sadness, some days with laughter at chubby babies and Halloween costumes, but mostly with thoughts I did my best. A reunion for me is not just physical but mental.

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https://mindlovemiserysmenagerie.wordpress.com/2019/06/06/tale-weaver-226-reunion/

Sammiscribbles Weekend Writing Prompt

Mary wished she could be living the idyll she had pictured. It is impossible of course, but never stopped her dreaming. If one day she woke up in a fluffy bed, with the most luxurious sheets, coverings, she would be happy. This setting would have to include the most treasured of all, the love of her life quietly sleeping beside her. The sun would be streaming in, carrying a floral scented breeeze from a balcony. A sweet dream, only Mary’s fantasy.

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https://sammiscribbles.wordpress.com2019/06/08weekendwriting-prompt-109-idyll/

FOWC: Hustle

If life contains much bustle

You also will try to hustle

Moving fast, accomplishing much

Ignoring parts of life and such

Today I stopped, looked at old pics

Spent the day deciphering bits

About one, didn’t seem to know

Put there on the drive to show

Curiously I looked again

Trying to see, find out just when

This unknown photo was taken

Curiosity turned to shaking

Not in fear but anger, seeing

A woman, a stranger being

Secrets kept and yet survive

On a hidden small flash drive

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Curiosity did not kill this cat : )

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