The Bag Lady

Mathilde B Goode was an independent soul from the age of three. She realized at this ripe old age that she had to stand up for herself. It began when everyone except her immediate family constantly mispronounced her name without the “h”. Her small voice became louder and more so as she would repeat the correct pronunciation until they said it right. Then of course she became known as Goody, a taunt from other elementary students when they realized she was no ordinary seven year old who took no prisoners.

After enduring her school years, Mathilde excelled in college and received honors with her degrees. She was never satisfied until she had achieved two doctorates, one in English Literature and one in Communications. She was adamant in trying to better educational systems, and her success was yet to be achieved to her satisfaction.

It was a lonely life Mathilde lived, as she concentrated on educational goals and her dreams of improving communication skills in the coming generation. This was all about to change one afternoon as she entered yet another library in the city. Walking the aisle of modern literature, she noticed and was noticed by a man in his early thirties. They happened to reach for the same volume and the attraction began.

Tea for two in the library cafe was a weekly treat and many discussions about the loss of basic language skills in the school system. Both Mathilde and her new friend were determined to change things. As a result they co-found a new set of textbooks that were student friendly. Having completed one of her goals, it was an easy time for Mathilde to concentrate on something else for a time– romance.

Samson D Lightfull had a similar childhood background and the two blended together like sugar and cream. They spent their middle years together improving school education programs all through the US and retired feeling they had succeeded in their goals.

Mathilde and Samson had two children, Mary and Joe, not as extraordinary as their parents, but the family had the most important thing, love , and of course, a proper education.

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While waiting our turn in a parking lot, in an assigned spot, Mother Nature shows a beautiful display. I hope you get a smile out of it to brighten your day.

https://lindaghill.com/2020/08/07/the-friday-reminder-and-prompt-for-socs-aug-8-2020/

Lately I’ve been getting texts of all kinds – scam texts. They call me different names and I’ve blocked at least four different numbers a day from these texts.

One says my Netflix is going to be canceled if I don’t do…

one yesterday said my phone subscription would be canceled if I didn’t respond…

another said my medicare would be stopped if….

usually it’s just, hey we have your new iPhone, etc waiting if you…

But now it’s getting so annoying I don’t know what to do. I’ve tried blocker apps and they don’t work. I’ve blocked tracking, changed browsers, etc. I’m at my wit’s end!

Maybe you are aware and maybe you’re not, but don’t fall for these scammers. And if anyone knows how to get rid of them, please tell me.

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Contemplating autumn leaves, listening to

What stories might they tell of summer 2020

Clinging to the branches as if afraid to land

As they witness, also, the destruction of the life they led before.

https://onewomansquest.org/2020/08/03/vjs-weekly-challenge-107-listen/

I found this lockdown a great inspiration to do tiresome tasks. I cleaned my junk drawer this week, and in a small apartment, luckily I only have one. In my old home in Colorado I had a few junk drawers with everything contained “just in case I needed it”. Items included: cookie cutters, pliers, odd Tupperware lids, nails, plastic tops from missing bottles, hammers, scissors, pens, pencils, art erasers, canning jar seals, rubber bands, paper clips, rulers, broken pieces of a favorite figurine–only a few of the necessary items, since the drawers in that kitchen were huge and deep. Of course finding anything I might actually need is a different story.

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https://fivedotoh.com/2020/08/07/fandangos-dog-days-of-august-7/#like-45614

https://thesandychronicles.blog/2020/08/07/friendly-friday-friendship/

MLMM First Line Friday 8-7-17

Dinah worked whatever job paid the rent, careers were reserved for kids from the suburbs. That didn’t stop her from dreaming.

Every kid knew their future in this neighborhood. Do the job your father, mother, or uncle did, or stay in the family’s small business. Dinah was stuck in her folks’ pizza restaurant. They depended on her. She did everything and anything that was needed, from mopping floors to making sure the books were straight.

It wasn’t a bad life, it just wasn’t her dream. She wanted better for herself, a chance to be better than her parents. As she cleaned out the ovens that night she thought about the story of Cinderella. Such an impossible fairytale, she thought. As if Prince Charming would stop in to order pizza! She laughed thinking of it, and finished cleaning the oven.

She was closing up when a seemingly desperate man knocked on the door. “We’re closed”, she said irritatingly. It was after midnight and she was tired and only wanting her bed right then. The man knocked persistently. “I said we’re closed!” She couldn’t believe he was still knocking rudely.

“Please, just open for me this once. I’m desperate, it’s my sister! Please!” Dinah looked again and saw he really seemed to need help.

“What’s wrong?”

“My sister needs help and my cell died. Can I use your phone?” Dinah decided to let him in long enough to use the restaurant phone. “Oh, thank you! I am so worried about her and need to call for medical help…” He talked to the 911 operator and then left, going back to his car. Apparently his sister had a seizure of some kind. The EMTs came right away and that was the last she heard of either of them.

On her way to work Monday morning, she stopped by for her usual coffee and dragged herself into the restaurant for another work day. As she donned her apron and sat down to drink her coffee, there was a knock on the door. “God, who wants pizza at seven in the morning?” The restaurant hours were prominently displayed on the door. Again irritated, she went to the door. “We’re closed” and pointed to the hours sign.

As she was about to turn around and finish her coffee, she realized she recognized this man. He was holding the biggest bouquet of flowers she’d ever seen. He pointed to the bouquet, saying, “wait, please, these are for you!”

Thus begins the story of Dinah’s dreams coming true.

https://mindlovemiserysmenagerie.wordpress.com/2017/08/04/first-line-friday-august-4th-2017/

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Fandango’s Friday Flashback — August 7

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Agatha always thought that passing by on her morning walks. She used to envy people who lived here until she knew the truth.
As any other home and family, they had secrets—now out in the open.
Keep your lavender garden hedges, stay inside hidden. I am free, and you’re not!

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https://debbiewhittam.wordpress.com/2020/08/07/50-word-thursday-84/#like-13444

I’m not trying to be contentious

Obnoxious or pretentious,

Or ever be sententious

I certainly am tendentious

While hoping for conscientious.

But fear I am not abstentious.

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https://fivedotoh.com/2020/08/06/fowc-with-fandango-contentious/#like-45410

Well I’ll tell you

It’s no secret

Twitter and FB

Threw out some litter

Seems even they have rules.

Bomb blasts, hurricanes destroying

President’s thumbing always annoying

TV and streaming endlessly boring

Walls in my rooms seem cloying

While COVID number deaths are buoying.

Kids going back to school is shocking

Less and less old people rocking

On all doors disease is knocking

When people still won’t be locked in.

While all of this is ongoing

I am sheltered and it’s showing

Mostly clouds, no sun glowing

August passing without knowing

If and when a cure

Will appear for sure.

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