The stars stood on standby as he waited for her to enter. Anticipation was palpable as the guests quietly gathered in the grove. The bowing birch trees gave way to the altar’s path. The groom was unsteady in nervous expectation.
Suddenly music notes sounded, the stars alit, and he saw his bride.
“Be Prepared” from ” The Lion King” sung by Jim Cummings.
As I watched and listened I was reminded of someone–how about you?
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Ok, I know what you’re thinking…what’s an old lady doing in a place like this? Loving it, that’s what! I love “The Avengers”, the characters, the good vs evil, the action and especially the humor. Besides Ironman, a favorite character is Agent Colson. I can’t imagine you haven’t seen it yet, but if you haven’t and you like what I mentioned above, check it out!
Giannis Antetokounmpo, otherwise known as the Greek Freak because no one can pronounce his name correctly, is a young basketball player that has taken “normal”basketball skills to new extremes.
It seems the almost seven feet in height young man has the ability to play any position on the Milwaukee Bucks, for the National Basketball Association. Watching him glide and jump you would think he had wings!
You might think his popularity would inflate his ego, but he is sweet, caring for his family, and a “nice guy”. Coming from a very humble environment, he appreciates instead of expects as many of our young people do.
The horse came back alone. This wasn’t unusual, often she let him graze while she sat on the river bank. This day she had left in such a frantic state, James was worried when the horse walked up without her. Everything seemed intact, and the horse’s approach was casual.
James secured the horse and jumped into the car to find Marie. Their arguments were always traumatic, usually ending up with her storming off in some way, but this time he was concerned. After a tirade Marie would leave, but always return, embarrassed and seeming regretful. This was typical of their tumoultous relationship lately, but the returning horse was puzzling.
Driving quickly, checking the usual lanes she rode on, found no sign of her. His anxiety increased as he thought an accident might have incurred. He parked and pursued his search on foot. The river was full and rapidly flowing in this spring season and his fear heightened as he scanned the water.
Then he saw it, the blue ribbon, from the corner of his eye. Feelings of panic flooded over his being. It was laying there innocently, on the riverbank. He ran to it, picked it up and then searched the water for signs of her. Nothing. He held the ribbon, remembering she was wearing it earlier, caressed the blue satin, as if it symbolized her beautiful hair.
Marie had left it there on purpose. She knew he would come looking when she sent the horse home alone. She would never return to him, leaving him to wonder what happened, if she were even alive. After all she thought, he deserved to suffer.
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I think last night’s snow storm, just in time to wreak havoc on Easter travel, was toxic to the wifi in my apartment. Either that or the jinx I thought might occur (from writing yesterday about something good happening with the handicapped parking situation) has set in with a vengeance!
I’ve been trying to finish the first segment of my A to Z Challenge which began on my phone. It took thirty minutes to show up as a draft and now it just sits on my iPad. Nothing will move or change.
Toxic snowstorm? I think not.
I think it’s the parking place pilferers playing pitiful pranks.
I didn’t mind being the host. I had myriads of refreshments especially the mind-bending liquid variety. I always believe there’s no harm in loosening up a guest who appears shy at first meeting. Deciding to add distilled flavorings to the innocent looking punch bowl does liven the atmosphere. Of course I may be wrong.
Being a frequent party goer myself, I simply enjoy people, especially when inhibitions vacate their usual solid, solemn persona. My belief is that a gathering of individuals requires an aid to encourage honest, unrepressed togetherness. Of course I may be wrong.
By the way madam, I hope I didn’t forget to send your invitation, dear. You are so welcome to join us this evening. I’m sure you will enjoy it! Of course, I may be wrong.
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I had to add this punch bowl I found, evil looking, isn’t it?☠️💀😈
Sometimes a warning works. Warning of two parkers in the lot of my building seems to have taken effect. In front of my building there are two handicapped spots at the other end of the walk from my apartment. Two cars take them both every day. In ice and snow weather I have to be pushed through the parking lot because I don’t have the access my wheelchair requires.
The parkers live across and up the stairs from the spaces. Which means, they don’t use walking aid devices or need them. In fact parking across the lot in front of their own apartment would allow them easier access to their cars.
Sometimes they park over the ramp spots and my access to the walk is completely denied. I can’t drive myself, so having a family member pushing me from another lot or lifting the chair and me over the sidewalk edge is ridiculous.
After three letters to the management who answered there was nothing they could do, yesterday it happened.
I was picked up by my family for the high school band concert. The spaces were open. One of the offending users was loading his car across the lot in front of his building. Loading equipment. Being my outspoken self I said loud enough for him to hear, “can you believe it? We can finally use the handicapped spot!”
Luckily my son in law had his head in the trunk at the time! : )
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Warning two: At the same time this miracle happened, the array of dog do at the ramp access from a small dog living in that apartment had been cleaned up and their patio was also neat and clean. Hallelujah!
So a few complaints and I’m sure a few warnings by the management finally produced results!
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Now trying to be a positive thinker I’ll try to avoid the jinx factor as I write this. :0
It was often she felt the longing, irresistible feelings for the guilty pleasure. Many people had this experience and she wanted it too. It seemed forever since the longing had been satisfied, the relief from the inner pangs, the release of endorphins. She would wake in the night with this undeniable craving, reaching out in her dreams, finding nothing there.
It was becoming overwhelming, masking her ability to complete ordinary tasks during the day, and at night it was almost unbearable. Sitting alone in the evening her mind would turn to these thoughts and no matter how much she tried to push them away, she didn’t succeed. Thoughts of his warm sweetness on her lips made her salivate.
This night she could bear it no longer. Still in her pajamas, she threw on her coat and ran to her car. The time to reach her destination seemed endless. Then by the river, surrounded in moonlight, she saw him. He was standing in the middle of a small crowd in the park. She made herself keep to a walk as she approached him.
The funnel cake vendor.
https://mindlovemiserysmenagerie.wordpress.com/2018/03/29/tale-weaver-165-march-29-longing/
Homeschooling is a great adventure. I have enjoyed watching my daughter do it over the 23 years of children she and her husband have raised. The eleven year old is the last one to have this privilege and the picture below shows one of the fun projects for science this week. It may not be fizzy whizzes but it is Phases of the Moon.
Yes, Oreo cookies! And I do realize waning is misspelled.
I just want to add I have very much enjoyed this Putting My Feet in the Dirt Challenge from Michelle, thank you, M! Please check out her blog:
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