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Firstly, I’ve always loved this word.🌸

When my grandchild comes to visit

Never a look to seem inquisite

Only a loving smile on her face

Accompanied by a warm embrace.

Heaven personified.💚

https://thehouseofbailey.wordpress.com/2018/07/02/embrace/

Happy July to those of you not suffering from heat exhaustion! My sister in VT says it’s hard sleeping in her home at night with the heat rising to her bedroom. I always disliked the heat and humidity made it worse. Of course on the bright side, that weather also made for beautiful green landscapes and flowers blooming. Here in Cheyenne I don’t have that problem.

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It’s again Monday and tomorrow the third, would have been my 52nd wedding anniversary. Hard to believe. Here are my answers to ceenphotography.com‘s questions this week.

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1. My first bicycle was given to me on my 13th birthday. I promptly tried to ride it on our dirt driveway impacted with coal shards from coal deliveries. Looking like an inept awkward weaving clown, I of course fell full out on the shards and still have them embedded in my knee. I never felt at ease riding the bike even with my two best friends along with me. In my adult years I tried a moped and a worse accident happened. I am not cut out for that experience or maybe I just have balancing issues. The moped trip was forewarned by my son, saying, whatever you do, don’t put your feet out to stop. Of course I did.

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2. A fictional place to visit would be the cabin in the woods with a lake and mountains nearby. I Write of it often, and it is Fiction, a constant dream, quite impossible.

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3. I could use an assistant obviously. But having someone following me around all day would drive me crazy. Thus, the cabin.

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This last week I accomplished quite a bit of spring cleaning, sorting, etc, a bit late, but better late than never. On Wednesday the fourth we are headed to the big local park to have grilled lunch and s’mores before we watch fireworks. It’s a fun time and this year we are spicing it up arriving early and cooking. Can’t wait!

Here’s hoping you all have better weather soon, not too cool, but more tolerable.

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http://ceenphotography.com/2018/07/02/share-your-world-july-2-2018/

“If wishes were horses”, the chairman offered, as they all nodded their heads in agreement. “If we could turn back Tuesday to a year and more ago, would we still be regretting the results?”

“Only the shadow knows”, an old man replied thinking he wished the Shadow was still around back in 2016.

“Orson Welles was the first radio actor to portray The Shadow character that remains so well-known today. He was the first to play the part of the mysterious battler of crime who had the hypnotic power to cloud men’s minds.”

July Writing Prompts

If wishes came true

Hoping for a chance to meet

And unite once more

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Days of the past

This word came fast

From my mother

Exclaimed by no other

I’m warning you, you little twit

I’m not putting up with a conniption fit!

Now being a child of two or three

The word was always a puzzle to me

Fit was the only one I knew

Having many cats, we saw a few

But I wondered how that would apply to me

I never convulsed like the cats I had seen

Nevertheless, my mother was stern

Having a conniption a spanking would earn

I still don’t know what she meant

But treaded softly, nothing errant

Still didn’t know what caused the cats

To have conniptions, maybe rats?

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https://talesfromthemindofkristian.wordpress.com/2018/07/02/conniption/

The wonderful NET public television station had a tribute this weekend to honor veterans. Words of this man, John Musgrave were spoken. I had to learn more about him. Here is a video of him reciting one of his poems.

This man is trying to put a light on the rights of wrongs.

July Writing Prompts

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The Mountain:

Brownie the bear is napping so no help. King sized bed needing to be made. I will conquer the mountain!

Or?

Let’s face it I need a maid!

Or a valet!

Or a butler or two!

I’m not choosy, but quite particular ; )

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And long may she wave!

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A story about a wicked witch

The children hear with dread

A happy ending loved by all

For the wicked witch is dead!

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A story about an angel sweet

Children hear it as a moral

The evil witch suffers defeat

With a happy ending choral

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https://thehouseofbailey.wordpress.com/2018/07/01/angel/

He stuffed the black watch cap and the coat into his safe at the office. Adjusting the placard on the front of his desk that read Joe Black, Detective, he also straightened various other police issue items there. Joe was very particular as to the arrangement of his desk and office as a whole. He was an average bodied man of fifty-five years, grey streaked black hair, developing a slight paunch from too many tavern visits, and well dressed in a dark suit for his job. Joe loved his job as a lawman, wanting to root out crime wherever he could, almost self righteous in his attitude towards ne’erdowells. He sat back in his leather seated desk chair and placed his finely polished shoes on his desk. Another job well done, he sighed in satisfaction.

Later in the evening as Joe walked home to his small apartment, he grabbed The Detroit Times evening paper and tossed a silver dollar onto the magazine vendor’s counter. “Evenin’, Joe” the vendor offered but Joe’s attention was on the headlines. WOMAN FOUND DEAD IN HAWKINS ALLEY. Joe hid his evil smile as he quickened his pace down the street to relish the news in private.

Anxious to read of his exploits, he remained true to his routine; fixing a poached egg on whole wheat toast, marmalade on the side, and two beef sausages, as he did every night of the week except Sunday. Sunday evenings he supped at his mother’s nursing home after spending an arduous afternoon listening to her ramble on about this or that, not ever making any sense to anyone but herself; but she was his mother and he was obligated.

Joe tried not to hurry his meal, but it had been a month since his last exploit so the curiosity was overwhelming. Opposite of his usual clean up, he put the dish in the sink and grabbed a beer out of the icebox. Settling into his favorite overstuffed wingback, he read the headlines again. Joe didn’t realize the look on his face as it grew from childish anticipation to evil sneer. He read the story slowly, taking in every lurid detail of the murder and it was almost a Hyde effect on his appearance, as he morphed into the man who committed the crime. His shoulders hunched, his lips in a snarl, his eyes bugged with lecherous intent. Joe relived every aspect of the crime, and was disappointed they had not printed every single detail of the act.

After reading the newspaper account repeatedly, he finally loosened his grip on the pages and his body started to relax into the usual laid back posture. Joe folded the paper carefully and neatly placed it on the end table, to be read again and again till another month had passed.

Rising from his bath, he meticulously combed his hair, shaved and put on his cotton pajamas. Rolling into bed with an air of satisfaction, he slept well, dreaming of another day of law enforcement.

https://mindlovemiserysmenagerie.wordpress.com/2018/07/01/sunday-writing-prompt-double-lives/