The Bag Lady

“Alexander Hamilton” by Ron Chernow

“In Charleston, the Nevis capital, where legend proclaims that Alexander was born”. . .Of course this information was read haltingly by the college prep school students who could care less where Hamilton was born, or any other facts about their country’s historical figures.

The only reason Joe joined the class was to be able to gaze at his newfound love, Jenny. Jenny was a history buff and read everything she could about American history, especially when Alexander Hamilton was involved. After seeing the Hamilton musical, she was hooked. She loved the class and was oblivious to Joe’s attention.

Joe on the other hand was also hooked, determined to get a date with Jenny. His friends were aware and had placed small wagers on whether or not Joe would succeed. Unknowingly, Joe confided earlier to Frank and then Frank to Jim, and by the time the bets were on, it was all over the school.

An old ploy by Joe didn’t turn out as planned. He pretended to bump into Jenny after class and thought picking up her books would gain her attention. Unfortunately, his attempt was squashed as another Hamilton lover, who just happened to be taller and stronger than Joe, rushed in at the last moment and saved Jenny’s day.

Poor, poor, pitiful Joe. . .just kidding, he’ll find his love the next year. She plays soccer, Joe’s favorite sport in which he stars, the following year.

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I lift my iPad and what do I see

Emoji snapchats messaging me

Grandkids aplenty here and there

Sending morning wishes because they care

Awwwww… (pause for sighing)

Two are riding their way to soccer

One here, reading a book in my rocker

One is at work at the cinema

One at a lab solving enigmas

One is on fire duty, always seems to be

And one is taking exams in Greeley

All of these greetings are precious to me

How blessed, how lucky can an old lady be?

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Delicate beauty

Are you “for real”?

Magical existence

Only a child’s mind observes

With enigmatic expression

#JusJoJan 2019 Daily Prompt – Jan. 4th

Photo courtesy of our own cyranny.com.

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Observing with gratitude

Your spiky features

White and glistening

Forgive my attempt to see you close

You disappear so quickly

Your magical designs

All unique

Another enigma of nature.

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https://ragtagcommunity.wordpress.com/2019/01/03/rdp-thursday-spiky/

http://cyranny.com/2019/01/04/gratitude-word-of-the-day-challenge/

http://fivedotoh.com/2019/01/04/fowc-with-fandango-forgive/

http://lindaghill.com/2018/12/31/just-jot-it-january-2019/enigma/

Impatience anew

Not staying the plan, covered

Till it’s the springtime

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Oh my, oh my, please act with haste

Could you please copy and paste?

A simple request is all I ask

My hooves can’t complete the task.

This doesn’t happen often unless

I start to hurry when under stress

It seems my stripes start to unhinge

And wow, it causes quite a twinge!

If you could help, I’d be obliged

If you glued my stripes back side by side.

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When first I thought of what the doctor said, “There are two choices for your “redo” after bladder removal: “The Cadillac and the Ford.” Thinking this was madness at first, I chose the most used, most reliable, the Ford. That was 2015 after bladder cancer. That is why I started the blog. I was recuperating and turned to my iPad. I met a great person online and he encouraged me to write a blog. It started with “Oh, that kind of bag” as a first post title but that post has disappeared somewhere. He came up with that title, designed my first blog, and I came up with the blog title, The Bag Lady. I assumed–and you know what that stands for–that anyone faced with this set of circumstances would like to have honest answers to their questions. I also threw humor into the posts, because it really is funny most of the time. To date I have only had one inquiry. I guess that means I explained it very well or they just gave up (halfway) into reading my blather.

This was May and by the time the flowers of autumn appeared I was well into a daily routine without constant leaks, laundry, changing bed linens and able to go in public with confidence. It took a long time for that to happen. I was delivered from my misery by a helpful phone assistant at Hollister. Thank heavens for their people who were much more knowledgeable than the urologist and his videos of home care after surgery or visiting nurses who were the greatest, but had no solutions for my leakage problems. Plastic surgery was considered along with other things, but getting the right appliance (bag) was the answer. For the most part, now I feel just like the rest of you.

FOWC with Fandango — Deliver

FOWC with Fandango — Madness

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If you hold it up like this, you can see it. We may be stuck behind these walls, but the piece of glass shows us the outside world. It’s so exciting!

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The gifts opened

Wishes conveyed

Now it’s time

To see what you paid

Open the checkbook

For a long stare

You’d be amazed what’s missing there

Of course you were hopeful

There’d still be some left

For January bills

But there must have been theft!

The deposits made were quite a few

But now you see how much you withdrew

Your significant other looks right down their nose

You spent that much, tempers arose

Your only excuse is “I was going freeform,

It’s so popular now, caused a firestorm”

Their reply is short, not so sweet:

Go back to your job and back on your feet.

A tale of remorse and overspending

Sadly these days, it’s never ending!

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Hopeful – Word of the Day Challenge

Writing Prompts

“You know you’re getting old when you buy a sexy sheer nightgown and don’t know anyone who can see through it.”

Joan Rivers

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