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Wait Until The Day After Or Maybe I Shouldn’t Say

    I miss Word. That said …

Not knowing what else to say Mavis sat there emery board in hand running it over her left hand ring finger. She’d read somewhere that filing like that strengthened nails and when you filed always go in one direction. It could be as simple as a swipe or two a day. She held her hand up to the light of the screen to see how much nail peeked over her fingers. She’d done a good job, they were getting long.

That still left coming up with something to say.

She picked up the emery board again and started on her right hand…

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Shall We Do Another New Year Thing 2018 This Time Around


I have time in the morning now before I head out to work so how will I utilize? I’ll come up with something while 60 degrees becomes 50, 40 and 30s by tonight holding in the 30s according to the forecast. It could change in a blink but thanks for those few days of reprieve. I haven’t missed the heat running and here comes the sun. Let me open the blinds.

It occurred to me I could take a nap. I knew that…

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Until Midnight



Clothes are drying

I had no intention to do


The towel along the base of the sliding glass doors

Was damp

Frozen too and I thought

Could this be the reason for the slight uncomfortable breath

That bit of fresh air I didn’t need

On my toes

So I took it up and laid two more down

Tucked them all around and it felt warmer or was it me

It was late enough for reasonable rates


So I began

And it just added to everything else I’d done today

Vacuuming, dusting, maybe now I’ll sneeze less

About time I’d say

Taking down decorations

Except a small bit of the tree

My grandson wanted to help out you see

He’ll be over again


That is my day and my New Year’s Eve

Who says we have to celebrate the same

Between was a 1951 film where men wore suits to mow their lawns while tipping hats when ladies walked by

Later on a Hammer Classic Dracula

Then Boogie and Bacall

Or is it Bogie

Anyone out there at all

A New York Winter’s Tale

Now what I don’t know but I have a few left to choose

Making toast

A glass of wine

I’m fine



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Breaking Into Song

Yawning awake or yawning I may just sit here for a while I haven’t decided. But, I’m a little chilly, sweater or bathrobe the biggest decision to be made. If only these could be the worst. Up I go. I could add time to the dryer too. Drowsiness sets in thanks to a mouthful of wine, single digits to teens stay outside.

Nothing intelligible so far or am I brilliant? There goes the heat. Reminds me of The Sound Of Music, a few of my favorite tings, things. I’m thirsty. Water. I can’t sit still. The bathroom again. My eyes want to close and there’s the bed.

Maybe the morning and then I don’t feel so bad schnitzel notwithstanding.

There I am.

Head in hand as my arm guides me to the table, slide stop, slide stop, slide stop… headache thinks it should be. Christmas tree lights in their last few days, new times wait in the wing. That’s it for now, mañana, oh; it already is.

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Forego The Early Morning Toast

Sunset, but how can you tell when there was no sun? According to the time of day the weather report said at this time it’ll be sunset. Take it on faith. Yeah, that’d be about it.

A quiet day after Christmas, perfectly frozen that 11 degrees feels like 1. In we stayed except to check the mail. Put the trash out a few days early confident no animal if it dared stray any further than a few feet in front of the door to do its business would be interested in necessarily scentless on account of being freeze-dried trash. Besides, I usually feed the sink-monster old food. Now what day will it be picked up when there’s a holiday? Later instead of sooner.

No worries as the lights dim. I’ll sleep, wake later on, put a movie in and sleep some more. When it’s light again with the promise of below zero I’ll bake this small round orangey-striped squash, I’ve had a note on my counter for a few days now as a reminder, and possibly finish off some leftover shrimp.




Posted in Books & Stories, Just Sayin', Motivational, new year

Oh The Possibilities

Two final days of 8 hour work and retirement began on Wednesday. I was a little tired Friday (only yesterday) but haven’t been this lively since I started at the daycare 3 years ago. Can’t wait to see how I feel after a full week of less work, coming home in daylight and being able to rest up, nap, or simply get something done while energy is still present.

Going to love taking the time to wrap my head and physical well-being around this one.

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Steam Rises


What an interesting sight steam rising from the blanket I hung outside over the deck railing. Well, it didn’t last long… the sun rose and spread itself over like buttering bread and now it’s dry enough that phenomenon ceased. Ha, phenomenon… it looked cool while it was happening though.


Watching a movie named Bear Island with a supernatural cast, the greatest assembly of actors, and nary a bear in sight. Nothing like Skull Island yet I expected polar bears with it being set in snow covered mountain peaks and jagged edges resembling teeth. Opening scene a skier zips across the screen, being me the first thought was a polar bear walking back picking its teeth, or a mom and her cubs belching as they trundled by but it’s not a comedy and our skier makes it to a tent radioing for help that never comes being run over by a snowmobile tent and all. What? Yes, there was a lot more.


But that’s enough.