Proud Day!

I spent yesterday watching the Loveland Fire Rescue Authority Academy graduation ceremony for firefighter recruits in Colorado. My oldest grandson, 25, was one of the 16 who accomplished the difficult, intense but rewarding training. As we parked, we were greeted by the biggest flag I’ve ever seen, waving in the perfect sunny breeze from an extended ladder truck.

C has graduated from LCCC fire school, worked in Laramie County as a firefighter and is stepping further into his career after this new training. We enjoyed a slide show of the recruits’ training accompanied by this inspirational song, “I Was Born for This”. Yeah! These men and women are heroes, the bravado of other occupations ends when they choose to step into the flames.

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Visit your local firehouse and say thank you! ๐Ÿ‘ฉ๐Ÿปโ€๐Ÿš’๐Ÿ‘จ๐Ÿฟโ€๐Ÿš’๐Ÿ‘ฉ๐Ÿผโ€๐Ÿš’๐Ÿ‘จ๐Ÿฝโ€๐Ÿš’๐Ÿ‘จ๐Ÿพโ€๐Ÿš’๐Ÿ‘ฉโ€๐Ÿš’

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50 Word Thursday 10-11-19

Yes, the ride is smooth, a bit chilly for the summer, but I can almost see why you like it. Almost. The water is muddled, doesnโ€™t look healthy, and I canโ€™t imagine living on it! Think of the rats!

Mary looked at her husbandโ€™s disappointment in the supposed romantic holiday.

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MLMM Saturday Mix

Love is a battlefield. It isn’t just toomato, tomahto, it is everything. Whoever said opposites attract was only talking about metal. Humans on the other hand, profess to adore in the beginning and then the little things like life, the spoken word, the normal actions of a mate turn into grating realities.

Starting with the personal morning routine, stepping into lunchtime–most enjoyed away at the office and then the reunion at evening time when a spouse prefers to flop on the couch and the other wants to go out dancing. It rarely, hopefully never comes to fisticuffs, but living and loving together is a war won by acceptance, love and patience.

Image: Pinterest

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31 Days October – Candy

I tried to reblog this hilarious post from Catherine,

http://cyranny.com/2019/10/13/do-the-math/,

but no button. Probably it was just my mail. I have to say she has an extraordinary talent for must-read stories and poems, and this one is no different, made my day! Please check it out and give yourself a boost.

๐Ÿฅฐ๐Ÿฅฐ๐Ÿฅฐ

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TMAT Prompt – Song of Life

โ€œIโ€™ve been so many places in my life and timeโ€ – โ€œA Song For Youโ€ by Donny Hathaway said perfectly. Iโ€™ve made a lot of bad rhymes, here on the blog and metaphorically. But that is life, if you really live it, take chances, go where youโ€™re afraid to go, do what sometimes does not come naturally.

Growing up I had dreams, not necessarily livable ones, or even practical, but all children should have dreams. I was one of the lucky ones and had many. Life happens, and you have to remember you canโ€™t control all of it, so settle back and try to enjoy the ride.

The biggest change Iโ€™ve had in life was losing my husband, coping afterwards.

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Still Photographs in a Moving Picture

Your Army jokes and laughter, your ever-smile

Diminished later, but still there

Images of you holding babies, grand babies

Smartly dressed in a uniform

Laundromat encounters

Funny as I picture you carrying me over your shoulder up those three flights of stairs

Three tiered tenement apartment, no privacy

The first time you said you were falling in love with me,

how Iโ€™d longed to say those words too

The parting, then realization

The coming together again

Many years of changes, places, growing, learning

A life you can not replace.

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Allergies

I asked her to follow me into the mine. I knew she was shy, sort of a dry, cats-person, with a subtle style of life. She was a free spirit when in her own safe environment, a small cottage with dimmed light and the constant company of cats. This life had caused her lungs to be damaged and being a doctor, I thought I could help her.

She motioned her finger for me to step ahead of her into the darkened space so if I stopped suddenly, we wouldn’t collide. The abandoned salt mine was perfect for a first date that would last a lifetime. This treatment I suggested seemed to ease her breath and we forged ahead, going deeper into the chasm. We ended up at the chapel that had been constructed there and stopped to take it all in. At that time I proposed and she accepted.

First noticing this quiet beauty as a patient at my clinic, I had grown so fond of her I dismissed her to be treated by a colleague so I could ask her for a meeting. From there, we had grown close but I knew her health could be improved. Going to the salt mine seemed to help and she finally accepted the treatments which helped her breathe easily. Moving out of her home into my sparse apartment was also helpful change, and of course, just one of her cats joined us.

Wieliczka salt mine in Poland

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