This week’s Story Starter teaser is: I heard a sound outside, so I turned on the front porch light, opened the front door, and…oh my god did he look good! It had been such a long time since I had seen Joe and him standing there made my heart jump. Immediately I grabbed him in a warm hug, and thankfully, it was returned. We stumbled back into the room and there were not many actual words after that.
“I’m sorry! I didn’t look up in time to see you there. This particular batter is thick and hard to stir, so I was putting my whole arm into it! I see the glob missed most of you but was determined to maculate your collar.” With that statement the bakery owner presented the customer with a coupon for free cookies for the entire week.
Another attempt failed, what did you expect? I’m a schlimazel! They call it a sprint, but who can sprint at my age? And mount a hurdle? Don’t be a mashugana! Now I can flounder in a warm jacuzzi for a bit if it’s not too hot, but become a geriatric athlete? Oy vey! I’m too old to adjust. Meanwhile how bout I fix you a nice bowl of soup?
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****no offense meant to anyone with this post- I love Yiddish words♥️
It was a scarce time when we would be in homes like Mary Brown’s and not have our spirit rise by the lilt of her voice. Mary would pray and sing to free us from the sounds of unrelenting explosions, and sights of leftover rubble where wicked powers caused chaos in our lives.
You can’t get a more intriguing title than that, can you? 😄As I was getting ready for bed last night checking the door locks etc. I found an allen wrench laying on the floor next to the front door. I know what an allen wrench is, I know what it’s used for and I don’t have any. In our ancient home in Colorado with huge drawers in the kitchen, I had tons of tools, all kinds and knew how to use them. Now my tools consist of a hammer, screwdrivers, pliers, and a few nails. So the mystery!
I called my grandson who had driven me to the store last night and asked him if he might’ve dropped one or it fell out of his pocket when he brought in some things for me. He said no. He thought maybe it was from a previous time months ago when he had visited. That answer was also no because there is a flat rug in that area that gets moved around all day. It drives me nuts, getting caught in my wheels. If it had been there when I went out the door I would’ve seen it. (I have a little OCD and always being close to the ground, notice things that most people don’t ). The front door is a heavy fire door that takes forever to open and shut (you can’t just shut it, it won’t let you). It’s heavy and hard to maneuver in an out of in a wheelchair, unless you have “arms of steel”. If there had been anything on the floor I would’ve seen it. So the mystery!
I checked my whole apartment and nothing is missing that I know of. I don’t see any installed hidden cameras, 😳🙄😄 which of course my curious mind thought of. And why anybody would put one in my place I have no idea. So the mystery!
How many times had she been woken by the same nightmare? “It was a dark and stormy night” she thought…Edward Bulwer-Lytton was the first person to write that phrase on paper, but it was happening in her dreams every night!
Jane had tea and a warm bath to dispel anything that might disturb sleep. She cuddled under the quilt, and with heavy eyes, fell asleep. She woke to find herself in a storm, returned to the catacomb.
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