It was a hot, steamy afternoon, and the hay bales needed to be taken in since a rain storm was on the way. The team of draught horses were sweating fiercely and the farmer pushed them to finish the job.
“I wish the good lord would find a way to favor us with a cool draft here in the field”, the farmer pleaded. “If we don’t get the hay in on time, we’ll be fined by the master.”
Picked up the phone, Trump’s approval rating article in the “Wall Street Journal” popped up: I had to laugh — maybe it’s just me —
But exactly just how many IS “more than 8 in 10”?? Uh, nine, maybe? Oh, I know, it’s those halves on the 2.5 children families have! : )
This is an easy one, thinking immediately of my family. After reading this morning about the outbreak of cholera in Yemen and the idea that my family is safe here from such diseases, this seemed appropriate.
Blown wish
Candles on cake
Thoughts skitter through your mind
Thinking they would stay and come true
Fool’s choice.
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Sunsets warm and pleasing
Troubles, problems easing
Rest comes easy with this sight
Watch it fade into the night
Then morning comes again
When sunrise colors start to blend
It’s nature’s way, a message sent
Hues of renewal always lent
A reminder life goes on
Unending circle, promise of dawn.
In that moment, when flames licked the horizon and the sky burned with an orange glow, Taylor knew everything was going to be alright. That was his hope, that all traces of his past would disappear. It didn’t take much preparation, a can of gasoline, a few matches, the papers containing the secrets scattered about on the dry wooden floor. No, not that much.
It was 1940, and back then, before computer generated records of every indiscretion available for the public to peruse, before Internet slander of everyone becoming the norm, this fire would destroy his story. His life went up in flames and it made him relieved. He collapsed onto the grass, watching it disappear. He could start fresh, a new beginning.
His old persona destroyed, no one left who knew the real Taylor, his reputation was now gone. He watched until his past was only glowing ashes. He then stood up, dusted off the grass, and let his smile of satisfaction creep across his face, thinking, “now on to another state, another unsuspecting town with another innocent lady to charm.”
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This is a funny one for me because naturally most everyone prefers something they don’t have, a better life, more of everything, and of course, my personal favorite, hot fudge sundaes! Nah, just kidding. Love is my answer. Love in all shapes and forms for everyone would be my preference. I think if you put yourself out there, try to smile or engage with strangers–sure there are going to be one or two who look at you like you need a doctor 😳🙄 but then there’s the people who might think for a second and then smile, and leave smiling. Then I feel great, and maybe they feel better and pass it on.
Babies are my special love, and yes I’m one of those women who ooh and ahh over them in public. I don’t get that near or touch, that is definitely not appropriate, but I do smile and say something nice. I also like to smile and try to engage toddlers who are in a buggy, bored to death waiting in line. Most just smile or giggle but sometimes the wheelchair scares them, but most times it’s a fascination.
I am not deterred by my age, or appearance, yikes! 😱 I try to be friendly, smile, and am not afraid to act out a song or two with my granddaughter in public. I offer to help people who seem to be frustrated finding something. It’s my old retail-experienced self.
Especially now, everyone needs a smile or compliment, or engage (okay, now you really think I’m nuts) or be kind in some way. Life today is serious, way too serious, put some fun in your life. And this is going to sound like the baby boomer I am, but spread the love😂
Which costume would you wear if you were a real witch and wanted no one to recognize you? In Tim Burton’s 1988 movie “Beetlejuice”, he never really disguised himself, but it’s a weird one I enjoyed. One of my favorite parts is in the video below.
“After Barbara (Geena Davis) and Adam Maitland (Alec Baldwin) die in a car accident, they find themselves stuck haunting their country residence, unable to leave the house. When the unbearable Deetzes (Catherine O’Hara, Jeffrey Jones) and teen daughter Lydia (Winona Ryder) buy the home, the Maitlands attempt to scare them away without success. Their efforts attract Beetlejuice (Michael Keaton), a rambunctious spirit whose “help” quickly becomes dangerous for the Maitlands and innocent Lydia.”
Right off I can say
This is going to be boring
Looked up on google,
Nothing rhymes with orange.
I could go with foreign,
Or even porridge
Depends on how you pronounce it
Guess I’ll announce it,
No rhymes for orange!
It’s hardly adoring,
No use exploring
Might induce snoring
Looking for rhymes
Is a waste of time.
I admit I don’t know much about art. I beg off on the “I know what I like” saying. I’ve been to art museums in Houston and Denver and the surrealists are not my favorite. However, I found this rendition by a young artist and the only comment I offer is, “so that’s why I can’t sleep at night!”
“Sebastian Eriksson is an 18-year-old up and coming surrealist artist living in Sweden. Not only is his artwork amazing, it’s thought-provoking as he adds descriptions of how his pieces relate to his life.”
And for the piece immediately below: “One day I felt like I was lost and I had too much things to think about. Like I was stuck in a maze and couldn’t get out.”
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For instance, in the piece above, he states: “This is another paradox that I’ve been working on for a couple of days. It describes a person with psychological problems such as schizophrenia, insanity, depression or other mental problems. His endless screaming makes his own mind eat him up. I have periods in my life where I feel like this. I wanted to make an illustration of my thoughts and my pain within.”
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