It might seem corny
This feeling of yearning
Longing for the “right” thing
Of course my right may be your left.
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There’s not a day that I escape the yearning
Wanting peace in the world
Food and shelter for the disadvantaged
Medicines and cures for diseases.
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I think most of us are compassionate beings,
I think it comes naturally
The answers are there, ready
We just need to stop yearning and act.
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I was sitting with a Sunday attitude
Barely removed my nightly snood
Thought I’d take in some mindless boobtube
When the phone rang asking if one of the grand brood
Could spend the day–had to get up my fortitude
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Caring for kids isn’t “baby”sitting
It sure beats rocking and knitting
I said yes and was resolute
In fact it’s usually quite a hoot
Playing games with no refute
No cheating allowed, that is resolute.
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Sorry, Scrabble, Pitch and Rummy
He learns fast, played brilliantly
Used my own hints against me
Till I had an epiphany, thought differently.
He still won two against three
In Scrabble. I received no sympathy.
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Let’s talk about Geo! Yea! My husband was a Geophysicist and I was always amused by the rivalry between Geophysicists and Geologists. Each profession seemed to think they were the more knowledgeable. Of course I was prejudiced, but as a child I was fascinated by rocks and thought I might be a Geologist when I grew up. Of course then I’d never heard of a Geophysicist. I was 18 before I’d even heard the word!
Over the years of watching my husband mapping, etc at home, charting, and how he had tiny perfectly formed letters and words on said maps, I was amazed. He was a scientist, and very exact. Taking rolls of seismic readouts and transferring that information to actual maps was intriguing to me. Of course nowadays computers are employed for this purpose. The days of pencils and paper is long gone. I do remember before he retired, a few companies that preferred the hands on approach.
My husband grew with the business, from working Colorado School of Mines summer vacations out in the field putting sticks of dynamite in holes, to Texas to Louisiana and back to Colorado, he was well known and liked in the oil business.
“You’re late”.
Joe slunk down into the old woman’s chair, trying not to look her in the eye. He didn’t say a word, not yet. He was waiting for her to settle down a bit, sit back down at the table and sip her tea.
“You had the lawn to mow this morning, but now it’s almost noon, I suppose it will be too warm and you’ll have to wait till evening.”
This of course was Joe’s plan. He knew if he waited she wouldn’t make him mow in the middle of the hot day. That was not the only reason. He would never admit it to anyone, especially her, that he came late these days on purpose.
She could be gruff, this old woman he did chores for. Joe didn’t mind doing them, in fact he enjoyed helping her. Other jobs that didn’t require a noisy mower he would listen to her stories. Joe’s own grandmother passed away and he remembers how he loved her.
This day, after she settled in with her tea, the story telling would begin. You might think she was unaware of Joe’s fascination, and was angry at his tardiness. On the days Joe was late she always had a full teapot, biscuits, and two cups at the ready.
Time To Write: Sentence Starter 33 [Creative Writing Prompt]
All I said was, he has an inchoate brain!
What a thing to say!
Well, it does seem accurate.
But he’s the –
I know.
But he’s the –
I know.
Well don’t you think that’s a bit rude?
Well he is rude.
Well, it’s definitely disrespectful.
Well he is disrespectful.
But he’s the –
I know.
Passive aggressive is a phrase I’ve never understood well. The probable reason is that I’m not a passive person. I used to be, when my children were small, but as they aged, I changed. I grew more into myself, and now I guess I’m completely myself. 😳🙄
Funny how life’s events, good and bad take you there, to a point where you start thinking, okay this is it. I’m me, I’m tired of trying to be something I’m not, and who really cares anyway? Yes, I have grown kids and I am around their kids, but I’m not fooling anyone. They know me well. I guess I’m getting crotchety? Always hated that word…and yes for obvious reasons. I am older, but I have a few principles left.
And just when I thought it was safe to be me, I started a blog…oh my. Well there’s the delete button, be aggressive.
I entered the state archives office to see if they had a record of my father’s birth. He was a twin and I had the date in 1908. I found the state didn’t start issuing birth certificates until 1909, so there was a measurement of improbability we would find anything.
Not to be daunted, two ladies searched a couple of huge tomes trying to locate what was called a retro certificate. They said to leave my information and gave me two places to check newspaper articles. When I arrived home, there was a message they found a small blurb in a local paper. It stated twins were born and were expected to remain in the area. Then something odd was added and partially faded. Something about short and generation. How strange! My dad and my aunt were not short, tall and thin actually. What a strange statement.
I messaged the ladies and asked if they knew what was meant by that, maybe a colloquialism of sorts? I’ll let you know if I hear anything new.
Not really an original idea, but I needed this tonight. It’s freezing cold, snowing, icy streets for dangerous driving, and the Friday night series I watch is over. So here they are, my favorite spring flowers, yes it is coming, I promise….it will only last a couple of days here in Wyoming, but it’s coming!
My favorites are daffodils. The all yellow green stemmed variety. The scent is unusual and probably not very popular, but it takes me back to my childhood. We had wild flowers in the groves and meadows, but these beauties were planted and cared for by my mother. Every spring I buy a bunch, just once, to take me there once again.
“Let’s see,” she said to the boy standing behind her. Julie had half her body in the pantry. Looking for anything she could spare for the boy to take home, she gathered canned goods and boxes of prepared mixes.
“Does your family like beans? I always have beans.” Julie didn’t want to offend the boy, but his dad had been out of work and any little bit helped.
Finding a jar of marshmallow fluff, said “this is great with peanut butter”. The boy frowned.
“My sister does, I think it’s gross.” Mary smiled and added it to the bag.
“It is simply unthinkable! An erudite bride in these social circles marrying a man who is definitely underneath her in status! My word, what will everyone think?” Mary’s grandmother was beside herself, thinking of the repercussions of such a match. Of course the main thread of this conversation, one sided as it is, is that the older generation has minatory feelings when it comes to social castes.
Mary was in love, was not a scatter brained woman, and decided to bend the old fashioned rules her grandma had set for her. Mary and her caretaker were at an impasse when social commitments were planned by her grandmother. Mary had a thirst for adventure, for stepping out and meeting new people. Her grandmother did not approve.
Having met the man of her dreams, Mary confronted her grandmother with her intended. As they entered the conservatory, Mary introduced her fiancée as Mr. Anthony Grimes, lead actor in the new stage play, “La Cage aux Folles”. Mary’s grandmother swooned.
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