Oh happy day, it is Monday. Freedom, I get out of the house. Now don’t think I am a nut case, but being in the house for 48 hours with no fresh air, I feel like a baby chick bursting out of my shell.
Even Al woke up with a smile this morning. It sort of…
Oh happy day, it is Monday. Freedom, I get out of the house. Now don’t think I am a nut case, but being in the house for 48 hours with no fresh air, I feel like a baby chick bursting out of my shell.
Even Al woke up with a smile this morning. It sort of rubs me the wrong way because he doesn’t smile for me usually, and I am the one who works so hard to get one smile. I can understand on the other hand though. Hey, he gets a way from me for a while. Although he ask to be in his bed, he breaks apart from it too.
My Christmas tree took a dump on me. The lights have trickled out over the weekend until I have one little place lit, so off to Wal-Mart for new lights.
So as I say Oh happy day!
Old Man Winter I Am Hibernating
The weather today
Is full of leaves
Crunching as
Feet walk through them
The ground covered
With…
The weather today
Is full of leaves
Crunching as
Feet walk through them
The ground covered
With wetness
The air filled with musty
All is cozy inside
Without seeing
Or recognizing
The signs of
Old man winter
Is sneaking upon us
The weatherman
Just posted a
Notice to me
Starting Monday
Night a chance of
Six inches plus
Of that white stuff
You know it is called
Snow
Get your shelves
Stocked on toilet paper
And milk, get diapers
And bread, for winter
Has decided whether
I like it or not
To pay me a visit
Wait, what is that?
You want me to come
Back and visit?
I’m sorry friends
I must go for my
Bed covers are
Calling to come
Hibernate until Spring.
Written by,
Terry Shepherd
11/10/2013
Daily Prompt; Unplugged
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Sometimes, we all need a break…
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Sometimes, we all need a break from these little glowing boxes. How do you know when it’s time to unplug? What do you do to make it happen?
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Unplugging from anything is not easy, usually. But then there is a moment, a slice of time, when I am sitting here at the computer and I look at the screen. Nothing, that’s what I get. I have the whole internet to look at, gaze through, reading, learning, and I get nothing.
It is then that I start the ball of wax rolling.
I start thinking, which can be a dangerous thing for me. I ask myself questions. When is the last time you swept your room?
When is the last time you made a special dessert for Al?
When is the last time I enjoyed being outdoors other than running to see Al’s nurse, or maybe taking the trash to the dumpsters?
Then I feel bad and I can understand why my rear end feels so flat lately. I realize I need a break. I never run out of things to talk about with all my friends on here. I never get tired of reading your wonderful comments, but hey, let’s face it. Even best friends need a break from each other at times; even if it’s for a very short time.
So let me rise
Get off my rear
I need to get moving
Gotta get out of here
Step outside
Sniff the air
Watch the leaves
trees starting to change
Falling every where
Enjoy today
For all it brings
Take in new air
And sing, sing, sing!
Aww, I feel better. I have a new outlook on life. I have new ideas. I saw that bug over there. I saw that leaf in color. The neighbor waved hello. The earth is moving and I was the one standing still. Now, I can go back and write about new things.
Daily Prompt; Are You Being Served?
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What’s the most…
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What’s the most dreadful (or wonderful) experience you’ve ever had as a customer?
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I live in the state of Indiana.
I live fairly close to this area on the map. Cold, and big snow belt area in the winter. Hot and humid in the summer. I hate cold and the older I get it hurts my Diabetic feet more and more. And my joints, let’s not even go in that area. It would be a whole other post.
My brother and I, after the last of our parents passed needed a break. So we moved to the sunshine state.
I spent many days here shopping for antiques and unique items. It is a beautiful areas, Sarasota, Florida, but the heat in the summer, oh what a beast. If Al and I didn’t have our errands and running around through the week days by 10am, it was put off until the next day. We moved back to Indiana because Al became ill with M.S.A. I also missed my children and had some issues that I could not fix with outer family members.
When we came back I had to once again get my driver’s license.
Al and I went on a sunny, fall day. I had my birth certificate, my social security card and my Florida license with me. We walked into familiar territory. I told the lady what I was here for and she took my information from me. After studying and I think memorizing, lol, she handed it back and said she needed more information.
Let’s see, if I remember right, she needed mail that showed my new address.
She also required both of my marriage certificates, divorce certificates,
and of course auto insurance papers.
I wasn’t happy as Al and I had many things to do with just moving back, but I smiled and we left for home for the hunt of paper work.
I had to go to another county in order to get some of my needed papers. Was the license branch going to reimburse me for my gas?
It took a day to get it all together and we went back once again to get the license. This time I had done what I had previously and gave her all my paper work. I also gave her the numbers to my auto insurance policy.
She handed it back to me. She told me she had to see the complete policy. I was snorting by then. I was looking back at Al sitting on the benches and he was getting stressed because he saw I was.
This lady wasn’t one of the few who smile at this office. I can say this because this county is known for the least smiling representatives.
I stormed out to my car and brought in the paper work I keep tucked in my glove box, you know, just in case I would ever get stopped by the police. I handed it to her and I couldn’t help but ask, ” Why in the world do you need my life history? This is insane? What does my marriage and divorces have to do with getting my license?”
She looked up at me and actually smiled like the cat who caught the mouse. ” Because my dear, this state wants to verify that you are not an alien.”
I started laughing and I commented, ” Look at my ears. See my eyes bugging out?”
She and I both laughed and she said so matter of fact. ” Sorry honey, it’s not my rules, it’s the States”
Al and I walked out after my encounter with the outer space quarters with my new driver’s license in hand.
The night is closing in
I breathe we made it through
Although the bed was his best friend
I give praise in all you do
Not much speaking
Not many tears
I sense a lot of thinking
About the past years.
I wish that I could get inside
And see the thought process
But it is private for him to know
And time for me to regress
Only you God have the answers
Only you know the perfect time
My wish is for another day
Is my asking so out of line?
I will go now and say goodnight
I will make him nice and dry
I will hold his hand and tell him
I love him with a small tear in my eye.
Written by
Terry Shepherd
08/18/2013
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