Late again….outside activities result in my posts being fewer this week. Think of it as a needed vacation from my scribbles.
The choice is one that’s so sad it is hard for me to watch, but I did, this week: “Braveheart”. Since the ancestry site is researched by my sister, I am ashamed to say we are related to the most evil king Longshanks. Forgive me.
One lonely lantern sat on the porch
Sitting quiet after a long night
His candle was melted
The dawn of the sun didn’t need him but last night he was brave
That was his job, being the watcher on the porch
A light for saying no evil darkness may threaten here
Monsters beware, wildlings scatter
This is my home, only the true and good may enter.
Later in the day as thunder and dark clouds interrupt the sunlight he will be asked to serve again with a newly made candle standing upright and lighted.
The child within will feel no fear as her protector shines bright.
I think it is.
You’re dreamin’!
Think about it, what is your explanation?
Uh, radiation poisoning?
You don’t look like that after radiation.
Then some chemistry lab experiment gone wrong?
Then how do you explain the streak in the sky last night? I’ve never seen a falling star like that, have you?
The two campers couldn’t take their eyes off what they found on the trail that morning. The night was disturbing enough, but here it was, just laying there in a newly made crater.
I think it’s an alien.
Where’s the spaceship then?
Maybe it disintegrated in the atmosphere?
The small body was perfectly still. The only movement was an undulating jupiter glow.
Tiny person
Tiny shoes
Tiny body exploring
A grandparent’s delight
A mother’s worry
Stone blocks make uneven paths
Tiny toes grip their socks and shoes
Arms not out for balance
Mother holds her breath.
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Poor Dan, out cold, there he lain
Neighbor comes from down the lane
The man kicks Dan’s heel
Wondering if Dan’s alive; if he’ll
Need a doctor, someone to heal
But first gave him a chiding spiel.
Sneaking around her computer
Trying to unplug the router
Furiously trying to detect
What he doesn’t want to suspect
Hidden emails to some secret lover
Always knew she was a rover
Hoped that life now was over
Doesn’t know what drove her
To start to stray
But on this day
He’s about to find the truth
Evidence from his sleuth
Years before she thought he was great
Now he guessed it was too late
Found the mailings on this date
“Not going back, he can’t relate”
He just slumped down, started to blate.
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“It’s broken all right, no doubt about it. What in tarnation were you doing up on the roof? There are people who need jobs, who earn money doing this type of work. I can’t understand why you’re up there in the first place. Adding some unnecessary overhang to the shed? Tsk. Tsk.
I saw pictures of you working–thought to myself, he is crazy! He’s going to kill himself getting up on that roof! Then there’s the rain making it slippery, not even mentioning lightning. You know being that high holding metal tools, probably the craziest of all! Bet your back is going to need fusion to repair it! (Tsk, tsk)”
(Dan was not listening to his irritating neighbor, who just stood over him while he lay there unable to move.)
**dedicated to Dan at No Facilities 😳☺️
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Adios, she said with a smile
May meet you again after a while
But please, if you want me to see ya
Don’t wear that hat like Pancho Villa!
The brim’s too large, can’t see your eyes
Or is it some sort of disguise?
Oh my god, are you married?
Now I just feel harried!
I am not a shady lady,
So hasta la vista, baby!
I have no idea how this draft was published. As you can see or did, it was devoid of words?? My iPad combined with WP has been on and off and up to tricks all day. I blamed it on the wifi going in and out….but publishing a draft from two days ago without me pushing a single button? Hmmm, any ideas?
Anyway- I could just as easily have written “I digress”- my favorite, but thought I’d spare you. . .
The wink came about as a discussion on a long car trip on Tuesday. The occupants were my daughter and two of her children and me. The kids were fifteen, a boy, and twenty, a girl. I’ve written about both of them here.
The boy winked at his sister, an independent young woman who then brought it to his attention that it is not appropriate for him to wink at her. That started it. A discussion about whether winking is not just a gesture saying you’re cute or I agree, or that was funny, etc, as I think of winking, but a sexual flirtation, inappropriate for a sibling.
Of course I added my two cents saying I’ve never been able to wink without screwing up my whole face. Of course there’s a difference between a quick wink and a sultry slow one, I agree, but this wasn’t what he did. My granddaughter does not agree. To her it is a form of sexual flirtation. I put my foot in my mouth further by saying I think it’s cute. I don’t see anything wrong with it. Then we got into what is flirting. I said I like to flirt, see nothing wrong with it. I sort of flirt here on the blog all the time, in a funny way in comments. At least what I think of as flirting. Maybe I have it all wrong. If anyone has been offended by my comments, I sincerely apologize.
It was generally decided by the group that winking is an inappropriate form of communication. Oh well, another one bites the dust.
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