My granddaughter has had pneumonia again and then bronchitis. The whole family has been sick this winter off and on with these and flu. The black and white post “Doctor, Lawyer, Indian chief, Nun” talks of this friend. This is part two, and further proof she is a thoughtful, awesome individual. She made this hat for my GD, her favorite thing is frogs. What a great day!
With this note:
Tend, hmmn, this must be the after
Whereas pre is the before?
Words are tricky aren’t they
With meanings three or four
And then there are those endings
Meaning even more
Like Ency which acts as an explor-
Atory of the main one being shown
Or beginnings such as ex meaning it doesn’t want to be alone.
My favorite is the ending er because everyone needs that
Add a ness to er is heavenly, and that’s all there is to that!
Lighter than satin
Smooth and soft against your skin
Rough hands compliment
I think of this as very old fashioned
Bewildered I mean, of course an impassioned
Soul may choose to show it
Making a point as an author or poet
Use of a generation’s old
Words help with a story told
To foster a thought that is deeper
So bewildered? It’s a keeper.
I rarely Reblog, but this lady is a wonder. So join in and leave happier, with new blogs discovered.🎈🎉🎊🎈
I know, it’s Monday, and most people work on Mondays!
But, as Lacey from Big and Pinky Toes pointed out after my first Meet & Greet party, some people stay out of the Bloggosphere during the weekend. Good point, Lacey!! So, I thought we could throw a week party, and just be very carefull with the booze, so no one has to call in sick just because of my silly idea!
So here are the “rules”…
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Just give me a comfortable couch, a dog, a good book, and a woman. Then if you can get the dog to go somewhere and read the book, I might have a little fun! Groucho Marx. (1890 – 1977) comedian, actor …
Joey just sat there. He didn’t know what to do next. The sky was dark now with no moon to show his tears. He would keep it here beside him until she changed her mind. He promised her everything, including the moon, but she still didn’t love him. What else could he do?
When she saw the sky had no moon would she know he had taken it just for her, to prove his love? He would sit here until she came. Surely she will come.
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Have you ever just craved something so strongly you would give or do anything to get it? This was my plight. After spending months with no sleep until seven to ten in the morning, losing all urges to rise at all, finally it came to an end last night. I awoke feeling rested at six this morning. I had tried everything, heavy comforter, extra pillows, and headphones, which by the way are uncomfortable when you sleep on your side, therefore defeating the purpose.
I live in a first floor apartment and my upstairs neighbors seem to awake at ten at night and do various household chores such as vacuuming, washing, drying, and moving furniture. I understand people have different schedules, but I wish they had chosen a first floor residence instead of the one over my small apartment.
Their nighttime activities really start to take off around eleven when they choose to roughhouse with their dog, playing catch with what must be a pretty large ball, playing music and having the occasional screaming session. I admit I’ve had a screaming session or three but that was in a home, with no close neighbors. I mean I was married, it comes with the territory for most. It is every night. So I did the horrible thing.
I wrote a complaint letter to the apartment management at twelve-thirty at night and said I was angry that nothing had been done to either quiet or move these people. The next morning, yesterday, I received a reply. They were served with a noise and pet violation. Last night the dog activity started at ten, and I thought great, nothing’s changed. But a miracle happened, at ten-thirty it was quiet.
After a good night’s sleep I feel like a new old woman!
Prone to prevaricate, the lonely old man, a former malefactor in his youth, loved to amuse his fellow nursing home inhabitants with stories of the city before dawn, when the purveyors of peccadillo were on the streets.
“The days of reliable safeguards walking the streets were not about. There were no patrolmen constantly walking the streets to protect you. If a foe had to be vanquished, you needed to rely on a black suited superhero to fly in and save the day. His name was Batman. If his image was cast upon the wall of a tall building or even from a lighted glass image to the stars, he would come to your aid.”
The regulars at the nursing home, although bored of his fantastic accounts, had nothing better to do. It was either him or listen to the boom of the constant television being watched by the hard of hearing residents. The old man reveled in his story telling, which were the only moments when his eyes truly sparkled with fun.
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“Eureka! I see the tracks! We’ll find it soon, my friend. No more worries, your wife will be pleased!”
It had been three days that Mona had been confined to her bed. Three days of Charlie waiting on her hand and foot, and he was tired of it. Husbandly duties aside, Mona was a constant complainer. A good old roll in the hay once a month was all she required. The rest of the month she would shuffle around the house in those sandles, the floppy ones that make that flap noise with every step. Charlie always stayed out of the house during the day so he wouldn’t hear it.
While Mona couldn’t possibly step outside her bed without the sandal, Charlie confessed he didn’t miss the flapping.
“Found it!” Charlie’s respite of noise over.
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