MLMM Tale Weaver 7-30-20

Gifted again, a daily assurrence,

We are rewarded by the sun’s reoccurrence

It’s been said “red sky at night, sailors’ delight

Red sky in morning, sailors take warning”

I do not sail, but would heed the old adage

Experiences old have their advantage.

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What day is it anyway?

Cloudy and cool with our usual afternoon thundershowers where it pours down unmercifully for a short time–at these temps probably will hail and then a nice evening.

All is well since my fruit and veg supply has been filled and my new coffee maker arrived yesterday. It is red! I love red and have always had red in my kitchen, as did my mom.

Speaking of moms, mine died on the 31st of July, 1976 and I miss her today as much as I did on August 1, 1976. I hope her spirit is happy.

On a better note, my daughter and her daughters and I are busy planning her youngest’s birthday on August 12, when the baby of the family turns 14. I can hardly believe it, but am very lucky I have lived close since her birth.

We are going with a mermaid/sea theme for trimmings since her main present will be a monthly boxed book subscription and this book:

Have a fun weekend!

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FOWC: Simpatico

Just sitting in a portico

Sipping beer while words flow

Exchanging views yet unsown

It’s good to have a friend you’ve known

To work out problems overblown

When setting suns emit their moans

From pollution overgrown

Taking time to think of when

The world might resume again

A special time, friend on friend

No real agreements made

Sitting as the evening shades

Observing from a place of old

Wishing all were simpatico.

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https://fivedotoh.com/2020/07/29/fowc-with-fandango-simpatico/#like-45181

Romance

A timeless etching, hewn into the tree with my jackknife, on a day of perfection. Even the birds were singing. Beginning hesitatingly as our first encounter, a possible dip into romance, expecting nothing and wanting everything.

Hours of lonely contemplation, pondering over books of poetry, novels of great lovers, and dreaming in darkness of a world I wished to know. I let my imagination believe I could be one of these characters, live the life of a great lover, and only needed to find that special one.

Then it happened, two hearts meeting and carved into one, the longed-for attained.

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