The Bag Lady

It’s eleven at night, so I’m sneaking in my answers to ceenphotography.com‘s Share Your World. I hope you all take the opportunity to join in, it’s a great way to learn more behind the scenes of the bloggers here on WordPress. This week her questions are:

1. How do you like your eggs? I like scrambled if I’m out but I fix them many ways at home, poached, boiled, fried, baked, deviled and in salads.

2. Have you ever met someone famous? I went to a lunch at Joe Cocker’s establishment in Colorado, but never spoke to him, darn.

3. What was the first thing you bought with your own money? Are we talking allowance for chores? If so it was a dime spent on a package of Hostess cupcakes. If we are speaking of outside the home earned, it was a matching sweater set, popular in the sixties on high school girls. I was elated!

I am totally grateful to finally get out of bed today. I have had a stomach bug since Thursday and hope I don’t jinx anything by saying I felt good today! I’m also grateful my family brought me toilet paper…don’t ask…Gatorade and soup. Someday when you’re all grownup I’ll tell you more….

In my younger days (don’t you just hate it when someone says that) I was fascinated by the title of this song written by the Beatles but I liked this version best: it’s so funny the lack of enthusiasm of the drummer😂

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It was merely a moment of tangency. She there, he here, they were never going to be close, never hear the sultry whispers in the other’s ear, never. It didn’t begin that way. It began with what romantics refer to as being struck, a lightning bolt of realization they were meant for each other.

There was no afternoon on the veranda, no slight brush of eyelashes on cheeks, no actual meeting. But there were butterflies swaying inside their bodies. There were sensual voices, dilated pupils in the dark, and beaded sweat on mocha skin. These sensations were caused by words, some written, some spoken, and odd hours of togetherness.

Distance between them made actual life together impossible. This odd relationship, unplanned and incomplete, was the result. There was no malice, no forethought of how circumstances would never change. It was the result of a chance meeting and an irresistible impulse. They found in each other what they never knew they had missed, what they thought they would never have–a soulmate.

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“Legends of the Fall” is a good story if you like family dramas. Need I mention the drool factor when watching this movie full of handsome men? You’ll need to settle in with your popcorn because you won’t want to miss a moment of the story, the scenery, or twists in the plot. Enjoy!

In early 20th-century Montana, Col. William Ludlow (Anthony Hopkins) lives in the wilderness with his sons, Tristan (Brad Pitt), Alfred (Aidan Quinn) and Samuel (Henry Thomas). Eventually, the unconventional but close-knit family encounters tragedy when Samuel is killed in World War I. Tristan and Alfred survive their tours of duty, but, soon after they return home, both men fall for Samuel’s gorgeous fiancée, Susannah (Julia Ormond), and their intense rivalry begins to destroy the family.

Release date: January 13, 1995 (USA)

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One, two, ……nine, yup all present and accounted for. Grandkids….gotta love em…..

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“We did it!”

“Yup!”

“It’s gonna be great, having no school, no Mr. Smith bugging us all day.”

“Yeah, and no homework for days!”

Joe and Mike were proud of what they accomplished. They put a dead skunk in the ceiling of the building and now the whole school was closed down for days. The hard part was killing the skunk and transporting it to the school. Fortunately they had access to an old Igloo Playmate cooler that hid the foul fumes. Then it was just a matter of sneaking the offending item up into the styrofoam ceiling tiles. Luckily they were easily and quickly removed and the boys snuck out before being discovered.

As they stood there, feeling victorious, the principal walked up. “Missing school already, boys?” The boys turned quickly, startled by Mr. Smith’s presence. “No worries, the gym at the rec center is going to hold classes for us while the school is fumigated.”

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Stomping snow off chilly feet

Stirring chili hot to eat

Oh to be in Chile – sweet!

Resounding pummel of the hail

Means roof repair without fail

Only remaining tiles are hale

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We went to Denver this week, and it has grown. Leaving cold gusty winds in Cheyenne and arriving to sunny, sixty degree weather in Colorado made me homesick.

So many changes in the city, among them the homeless, seeking temporary refuge between the outside pillars of the Denver Public Library. We went to the art museum, the mint, and in between, ate lunch and rested in the library. After our day of touring was finished, we again took respite in the library, enjoying coffee before the long trip home. Using the restroom of course, the handicapped stall was being used. As I waited I saw a tall thin young woman enter. She had luminescent white skin and a thatch of black short hair. Her eyes were wide and sunken, and all of her belongings were layered on her person. She glanced back almost as if expecting me to make some sort of bad comment, but of course I didn’t. I felt immediately concerned because I am a grandmother of three young women around her age.

As we left the library to get in our nice warm car, we noticed more people in similar fashioned outfits enter the library. It closes at ten pm. I wonder what type of courage it takes to leave the safety of this establishment at ten at night to spend the night on the street.

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Admiration for those who achieve it

Brainstorming the answers

Choosing the positive

Declaring their plans

Editing out discouragement

Finding their way

Greeting the new

Heralding the results

Inviting others

Joining the dream

Knowing success

Loving the results

Making the effort

Neutralizing doubt

Omnipresent

Positive feelings

Quiet meditation

Reviving faith

Silent prayers

Troubles forgotten

Unifying strength

Verified conviction

Withered fears

Xalted hopes

Yearly renewal

Zen

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Joey traced his finger over designs Jack Frost made on his bedroom window. Wanting to be an artist when he “grew up”, Joey was fascinated by these always fresh, unusual designs. He actually looked forward to wintertime, admiring snowflake intricacies and ice and snow sculptures Mother Nature made.

Walking through snowy fields, twas still cold enough for the melt/freeze cycle to fashion a heavy crust to teeter on. If it was very thick, a nice piece of cardboard was made into a sleigh. A tiring venture to the highest meadow made a thrilling slide back to the valley.

99 words

February 15: Flash Fiction Challenge

Charlotte grew up in a southern belle atmosphere. It was the 21st century but her life revolved in a different, earlier one. She valued the traditional to a point, all the societal graces were complete, even to the afternoon teas. As a child she learned proper southern lady manners. Even though her classmates were sporting punkish purple hair and skinny jeans, Charlotte remained without a bit of smudged makeup and her long raven hair was perfectly coiffed. Her clothing was always meticulously ironed and clean, unlike most of her peers.

Charlotte lived in a wealthy traditional home, complete with two parents, a maid, and a manicured garden in which to stroll. Her parents expected her to act with decorum at all times and follow family mannerly traditions. Her bedroom consisted of a four poster complete with canopy and ruffled curtains. Her perfectly applied makeup was accomplished every morning at a dressing table, while the maid brushed and styled her hair. She was able to choose her clothes for the day but her closet was limited by her parents.

You may be thinking that Charlotte was a spoiled child, although unfortunate in modern ways. You would be incorrect. Charlotte was an undisclosed mystery, certainly to her parents. The seemingly happy young lady was “courting” other young ladies at afternoon tea.

Referring to the character set up here:

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