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“Whoops, is that a crane”? George always thought he was hilarious with his one liners, while his family just nods their heads in acceptance. George was an interesting young man of twenty-five, slightly mentally disabled. He was witty, funny, and surprisingly spot on.

George was raised with the basics of manners, and a modest education and characterized by warm generous smiles, and loving ways. In many instances he was a child of eight or nine, but once in a while an older personality would present itself.

Today was the weekly trip to the wildlife refuge to see the “whoopers”.

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Looks like me, bit of a swell

Cleans microwaves very well

Neither of us have witchy warts

But she’s a kitchen witch of sorts.

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Fill her with water and vinegar

Make sure that her hair’s not ajar

Then put her in the microwave

Lots of scrubbing does she save.

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Notice the resemblance?😀

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The Kansas countryside crowds were getting larger. People from all over the world were coming to see the phenomena. Questions abound as to what these colorful objects were, how they came to be and where they came from.

Peter Pinklestein led the scientific expedition, being the first knowledgeable person to see these sculptures, had theories of his own. He explained the hardened objects probably froze, melted entering earth’s atmosphere, and then achieved the soft metal state they were currently in.

Meanwhile in a galaxy far away, two giant alien boys were carelessly tossing into the chunks of chewed bubblegum into the atmosphere.

Three Line Tales, Week 119

Marion is not your ordinary, run of the mill mother, grandmother. She is what used to be referred to as a rebel. Having her son visit frequently was nice, having him accompany her to the market was nice, but what Marion was looking for was, you guessed it, a lover. She perused the neighborhood for any new available men. She was determined not to spend her last days alone.

It was at a time of forlorn loneliness she noticed Mr. Tannenbaum watching her at the flower shop. He was a looker, even being, she surmised, much older than she. Mr. Tannenbaum came calling one day at tea time, four o’clock. He arrived dressed well, with a bouquet of daisies, her favorite. From then on, every third day he visited again. This was the type of courtship reminiscent of her youth, and she fell in love. She assumed he had the same feelings since he repeated his timely visits.

These private times, they discussed current events, their unfulfilled dreams, staying away from their past, previous love lives, and family. This was a romantic relationship for the two of them alone. They often spoke of being together for their remaining years, much to the hope of Mr. Tannenbaum especially. He had been everywhere, done everything, led a checkered past and just wanted to settle down for good. Marion was not so much in a hurry, even though she was extremely attracted to him.

The day came when Mr. Tannenbaum decided to pop the question. He was sure her answer would be positive and his life would be complete. Marion’s answer surprised him.

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“Not many books”, he said with a scowl

As in her home he continued to prowl

“I’d thought you were at least a reader,

Since you call yourself a teacher.”

A student’s parent had come to visit

Investigating the young snippet

Who indeed taught his son

But she wasn’t the only one.

His son was a challenge in her eyes

Meeting his dad, she now knew why

Offering tea, trying to be civil

Politely listened to his drivel.

Caring teachers are out there

So try to be polite and fair

Peering into their personal space

Takes lots of nerve and not any grace.

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Pendulum of posterity, quite a phrase which could be interpreted many ways. I tried to Google a pic of a child swinging on a pendulum with no luck. That would be my take with this prompt.

The idea that you are the pendulum and the base and however you swing will affect your offspring is rather daunting. I didn’t think of it that way when I was pregnant at 19. I remember walking out of the doctor’s office with a huge smile on my face to tell my husband the news. I was looking forward to a baby to love.

Fast forward to two more children, working, wifing, mothering, and doing the best I could, hoping, but thinking too, I was doing the right thing.

Parenting is a huge undertaking and responsibility. And as it’s been said, does not come with a guidebook. Oh, you’re thinking Dr. Spock? Let me just say, he never gave birth.

Then time continues, you hope you did well. . .tried not to, but inevitably did, make some of the same mistakes your parents did.

Move on to the pendulum swinging so far to the right at that time, you’re just about ready to relax, and whoosh…grandchildren. Now this is the looked forward to, surprisingly good part, no actual responsibility unless you choose, which I did, and thankful to be able to.

I have to intercept to say I’ve never felt an overwhelming love as I do for my grandchildren. And I didn’t think I could love anyone more than my own children. Don’t take that the wrong way, I have plenty of love to go around, it’s just different with grandchildren.

Anyone understand what I’m trying to say? Perhaps it’s this; I have the luxury of not being the one worrying if they don’t come home on time, or school visits after report cards, or making sure they do homework. What I do get to do is listen, observe, give advice if asked, help when needed, and admire how my kids parent; stay close, but not so close as to interfere. They are so much better parents than I was.

I was talking with my granddaughter’s boyfriend whom I like very much, and we joke a lot. We were discussing last names and what they mean etc. Suddenly he said, they are your legacy. I said what? I don’t have a legacy! He said yes, this family is your legacy. Weird as I never thought about it like that and he being 24 and having vast knowledge about anything, surprised me. He doesn’t like his last name, and I said I doubt many do. That led to the legacy topic. Interesting, as conversations with him always are.

When I saw this prompt, I thought that’s what he meant. And the idea of you being the one at the top of a pendulum dangling your influence as you may or may not do…is dang scary!

May Writing Prompts

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I can’t believe this…I received a Mystery Blogger Award from lovely Laura at alltheshoesiwear.com. I searched my site and found I have received this award three times before. I was shocked! I’m not much of a mystery, I just write what I’m thinking and share things I love myself. Thank you so much for the recognition, Laura. She has a great blog, interesting lady, witty, busy and accomplished. And I don’t really believe she’s a grandmother….look at her photo! The Mystery Blogger Award was started by Okoto Enigma, okotoenigmasblog.com, so please check out her blog also. WordPress is a great community.

Three things about myself:

1. I am all knowing, all seeing, I am the third eye….just kidding, I am a Virgo, we just think we know everything.

2. I’m more curious than afraid of what happens after death, however I’m in no hurry.

3. I love puzzles

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Questions Laura asks:

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My answers to the above:

1. Ebenezer, my dad’s name. Kids in grade school called me Ebenezer sneezer, guess they couldn’t think of anything to rhyme with my real name, Cheryl.

2. Probably just about anything. I used to be quite volatile, and not take any guff. I’m quieter now, I have grandkids.

3. Acting like a kid in many circumstances. One time on a waterslide, unexpected long drop, injured my tailbone.

4. My scariest experience was a man driving around me on the left, parking his car in front of mine so I was trapped at the light. Then he got out and walked over to my window. The lady behind me was able to back up and so did I. I drove around him standing there and went through a red light to get away. He followed me, then went ahead of me, and drove really slow and kept stopping. I was almost home but didn’t dare go there. I drove to a busy fast food place instead. I never saw him again, reported him and his license plate to the police. Turned out he lived about two miles from me. I identified his photo in a suspect book, but never heard anything more about it.

5. Joan Collins was asked this and replied, “one thing? A can of crisco!” So following her advice since she’s now 85 and still looking good, 1, crisco, 2, a man to apply it, and 3, water.

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Five nominees is difficult, but out of respect for Laura, here goes. These are new bloggers to me, and I like what I read:

originaldante.com

refarmer.wordpress.com

whoison1st.wordpress.com

nansfarm.net

mnghostt.wordpress.com

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Nominees, your mission, if you wish to accept it, is to answer these questions: this blog will not expire in 5, 4, 3…dang!

1. What made you start a blog in the first place and has it morphed into something else?

2. What is your favorite thing to read–book, magazine, dictionary, society column, newspaper obituaries, the Enquirer, bathroom wall? ( This is the funny question)🙄

3. Who was your mentor growing up?

4. What do you enjoy writing most, fact based, prose, poetry, flash fiction?

5. If you could have only one photograph ever, who or what would it picture?

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Well that’s it for me. If you choose to participate, have fun with it!

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“The Book of Durfur”

Caused quite a furor

When it first published

Critics claimed, “rubbish”

But it sold in spite

Of what they chose to write

And one even might

Say t’was the author’s delight.

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A really good reader

Ignores the feeder

Of criticism and pall

And some, not all

Resist the call

Insisting it’s trash

And to bookstores dash

To spend their cash

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It’s the controversy they seek

Not an author who’s meek

But the one with new ideas

Doesn’t care if he pleases

Is bold and unafraid

To have his new thoughts played

To explore the unknown

In a new sort of tome.

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Just think for a minute

What could be in it

The likes of Shakespeare, maybe Voltaire

You never know what you might find there

Something new, controversial

Something that is not yet commercial

I dare you to read “The Book of Durfur”

Might be exactly what you’re looking for.

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He passed by, looking lovingly at his old vehicle. “A touring car, paint in good shape, I wish it was still drivable. Marion would love it! Of course I don’t have a driver’s license but it would be nice to just sit in it again and dream”.

Mr, Tannenbaum had been visiting Marion regularly, actually fell in love with her, even at his age of near eighty. He spied her one day admiring the sidewalk display outside the flower shop. She seemed to favor the daisies most. He thought her extremely attractive, even though he assumed she was near his age. She was in a wheelchair, accompanied by a younger man, but there was a sparkle in her eyes that Mr. Tannenbaum noticed immediately, and decided to court her.

He wasn’t forthcoming about his past, but Marion didn’t seem to mind. Each of them had a full life before they met, so assumptions about those lives were not important. Loneliness and companionship were what was foremost, though Marion had her son’s attendance, she still spent many hours alone.

Mr. Tannenbaum looked at the automobile one more time before deciding not to return to that scene. That was in the past.

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Remember the old Reader’s Digest magazines? I say old but looking on Google this is what I found. We used to get the Readers Digest when I was small and my dad’s favorite part was the “Laughter is the Best Medicine” section. This is the first issue cover:

This is what it looks like today:

This is an example of :

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