I moved Maude into my bedroom where more sun might urge her to hurry up and produce roots. Mickey on the other hand has been moved outside to the patio since he was just laying around in the bath. Men!! : )
Maude is producing, I just don’t know what! : ))
Maybe I need to send her over to Elaine’s. There’s something in the water or flowers in the meadow that increases procreation!
Growing up, we had a wooden box telephone on the wall in the kitchen. It had a speaker that protruded outward in the front, resembling a small trumpet, and a receiver to hear hung on a hook on the side of the wooden box. Every home was connected by a party line. Each home had a different ring, such as two short rings or two long rings, etc. The ringer was a crank on the other side of the wooden box and you turned it once for each ring. There were no numbers, just different rings and everyone knew who was who.
You could also ring an operator if you needed to call outside your area. These phones were infamous for listening in to people’s conversations. All you had to do after you heard a certain person’s ring, was pick up the receiver to listen to their conversation. Our small farm community had one older woman who loved to spend time doing this. There was no privacy for anyone.
One day my sister’s friend was working on the woman’s farm and then came over to our farm to visit. We received a call and heard someone listening. My sister’s friend yelled into the phone,”Mrs B, you’re beans are burning!”. When he was working for her he noticed she was baking beans. She screamed, “oh no and hung up.” We all had a good laugh.
https://mindlovemiserysmenagerie.wordpress.com/2018/05/31/tale-weaver-173-may-31st-days-of-old/
We packed up two large dogs, three cats and said goodbye to our daughter leaving for college. We were moving two thousand miles away to Whitehouse, TX. Besides being sad to leave I had no love for TX and wasn’t looking forward to it.
Moving in,the septic tank failed. We called the local business to rescue us. A friendly guy appeared immediately and as he worked he talked. He’s knee deep in the hole, hands full,asking about us. Then he said, I’m the mayor here too.You should come to my restaurant, I make the best hamburgers in town!
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I have to add this is a true story and one of my fondest memories of Texas.
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Blue green water called to him. He was a boatman, seafarer, sailor, pirate, seaman, marine, pilot, shipmate, sea dog, windjammer, shellback, water dog, yachter, swab, boater, tar, middy, old salt, jack or mate. He loved being on salty water, and it had been his home since twelve. Growing up on a boat may seem strange to some, but he knew nothing else.
He had traveled the world with his uncle, a mariner himself since twelve, so it was a family tradition. Today they are in port to stock supplies for the much anticipated trip to Tahiti. A dream come true.
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This is the last day of the May Challenge and I must say it’s been a blast! Thank you so much to M and her daughters for coming up with very interesting prompts.
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The wedding dress soft and white
Reflections seen through candlelight
Evening wedding ceremony
Celebrating their matrimony
Beautiful bridesmaids dressed
Shoulders lavender caressed
Likened to velvety violets
Visions one will not forget
Written in a bride’s triolet.
He came to pick up his son after school. Walking home down the dark street added to the disappointment he constantly felt the last year. Why was he acting this way, the question most in his mind. What is causing this errant behavior in my son, a puzzle he couldn’t solve.
Mr. Drake had adopted Frankie at six months of age. He was loved equally by his parents and siblings. He was amazing, intelligence outweighing some of his brothers, and excelled in school. He was interested in everything and had a lot to say about it. Everyone around him enjoyed his company. He was good at making people laugh and was never condescending to classmates.
Mr. Drake, his family, teachers, friends, were all proud of Frankie. This was the norm until Frankie completely changed his behavior at the age of thirteen. He was failing in school, doing homework but never turning it in. He was a behavioral problem in class, either talking or sleeping. He stole food from smaller kids in the lunchroom and at home was sullen and unresponsive.
Mr. Drake was at wit’s end. Could it be drugs? If so, where did he get money for them? Unanswered questions.
200 words
Sunny skies so bright
Enjoy before evening light
Days of summer sun
Tuck Everlasting by Natalie Babbitt. “Don’t be afraid of death; be afraid of an unlived life. You don’t have to live forever, you just have to live.”
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It takes a lot for a strong woman to be broken. An immigrant, educated, married, , children, teacher, built a business from scratch, and now life is trying to break her. Betrayed by the people she loved most, trying to steal the results of her hard work and efforts.
What is the lesson we’re supposed to learn from people’s suffering? Are we to stand helpless beside the strong? What is the good in that? We can admire the strength but what is its worth when in the end they are defeated?
Rugged atmosphere
The eagle’s choice to be free
Strong, alone, at home
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