The Bag Lady

Ok, already did the Mr. Roger’s tune, so I could possibly speak about an insignificant incident that happened last week.

I was in the parking lot, waiting to be picked up. Since the people from FL have occupied both handicapped spaces (which they don’t need by the way since they live across the lot, upstairs, in the next building) do I sound angry? Who me? Dang right!

And as a side note, how long can you sport an out of state license without being unlawful? I complained about them hogging two spaces and the reply was, as long as they have a sticker they are welcome to be there.

Okay, so short story long, I’m in the lot waiting to be picked up in the middle of the lined zone where no one is supposed to park, sitting in the wc.

A man holding an apartment schematic walks by looking up, his wife way behind on her phone. I asked “can I help you find something?” And as some people often dismiss a child or a wc person, just ignored me and kept on looking up. The woman said, “yes, we’re going to see number 208, cause we’d like to live here. Do you live here?”

I responded, “yes, number 102, welcome to the neighborhood” and pointed her in the right direction. Then I noticed it was after 12 so maybe the man was just on his lunch break and in a hurry.

I think that was the correct assumption because after a few minutes they walked by again, together, smiling. She said, “we’re going to be neighbors”, with a big smile.

Cool.

FOWC with Fandango — Neighbor

An old favorite starring an old favorite: “Raiders of the Lost Ark”.

Epic tale in which an intrepid archaeologist tries to beat a band of Nazis to a unique religious relic which is central to their plans for world domination. Battling against a snake phobia and a vengeful ex-girlfriend, Indiana Jones is in constant peril, making hair’s-breadth escapes at every turn in this celebration of the innocent adventure movies of an earlier era.

Release date: June 1, 1981 (USA)

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He was cute

He was green

The cutest frog

I’ve ever seen

Like many men, had a few warts

Distinguished him from other sorts

He liked to sit in the sun

Scattered lily pads he sat among

If a lady his bulging eyes spied

Off the lily pad he would dive

Sneaking under her in the rill

Jumping by, to cause a thrill

Most times this ploy seemed to work

Till a fishhook found him, pulled with a jerk

From then, he no longer decided to lurk

When the lady sported a comehither smirk.

August Writing Prompts

I learned two new things today, yea for me! The one I’m going to write about here is Parkour. I had never heard of it and was talking with my grandson who was with me watching the “Kingsman:The Secret Service” movie. In the first part, Eggsy, the character in both this and the sequel, got away from some others by jumping, sliding and flipping on the building structure. My GS pipes up with, it’s “parkour”. Of course being the older, (ahem) wiser person, I very intelligently said, “huh?”

And then we had to look it up. This is a part of what we found. According to this site, the term may have originated in France, but the idea of fusing movement and sport training might have started ages ago for the military. I still have more research to do.

More info here: http://parkourgenerations.com/parkour-history/

Who knew something so cool?😊😎

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Not meant to scare, a protector she be

A lady for sure dressed so loverly

The garden her home, she protects from harm

From big hungry birds or insects that swarm.

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Or, Tom Jones style:

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Earthen cathedrals:

August Writing Prompts

Was it your voice, the sexy accent that I love?

Was it the hint of cologne when my lips brushed your neck?

Was it your smile that stirred my heart?

Was it your touch that made me giddy with delight?

Or was it the taste of hunger as you kissed me?

FOWC with Fandango — Sensual

Saturday morning between six and six-thirty we in the complex, especially me since I’m about fifty feet away from these beauties (apartment dumpsters), a cacophony of garbage trucks is heard.

This occurs every Tuesday, Thursday and Saturday morning. Since my building is the furthest from the main street, we are the first ones emptied. The trucks are big with loud engines, deep and rough treads rumble through the parking lot and delightful backup, get-out-of-the-way beeping begins. The actual dumping isn’t that loud unless a resident (as they did this week) decides to discard their couch. The recycle bin is always overflowing so maybe that was the reason to see half a couch topping the regular dumpster.

I’m not complaining, the idea that garbage is not left to cause icky odors is welcomed. Being this close, I add I’ve never smelled anything originating from the bins.

The old steam engine locomotive started up about eight, downtown, for tourists to see and ride, so that type of noise is comforting. You take the bad with the excellent!

🚂🚂🚂🚂

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Ragged clothes hanging on his bony frame, the old man shuffled his feet to the bench in the corner of the shop doorway. It was Monday again and many well-to-do businessmen would be passing. The derelict hoped one or two decides to spare a coin.

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“I heard them whisper. It’s very rude to whisper in a third party’s presence. Of course not surprising since their parents don’t have many manners either. Young people these days–I just wanted to shout at them, “can’t you see I’m right here? Why are you whispering?” Of course I didn’t, that would be rude.”

This humid day, Mary had asked them to help weed the garden. Realizing it was sticky and hot, made lemonade from real lemons, and their favorite Coca Cola was in the fridge. She rose early in the day to make their favorite lunch and cookies for dessert. So why were they over there, whispering and giggling? It was just plain rude.

The two helpers were not making fun of their old aunt, in fact they enjoyed visiting and helping when they were asked. They knew there would be treats for them as always, even though they didn’t expect her to actually do anything except observe.

Aunt Mary’s birthday, which she had apparently forgotten, was on this day. The two children were whispering and giggling over the fact their parents were planning a special surprise dinner for her at their home. Sending the children over to occupy their aunt was a ploy to keep her busy.

Mary poured the lemonade into two ice filled cups, and pulled out her hanky to dry her hands. She picked up her book and mumbled something they couldn’t hear, but they kept on working, trying not to disclose the secret.

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