Monthly Archives: August 2013

SOME DAY

She showed me THE box — or, she said: “ There would be one similar” where I would fit, some day and be shipped to Tennessee.   Measuring 10”x10”x10” I was aware of “now” and “then”.   On “now” I … Continue reading

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TASTING THE MORNING

It was early enough to beat the sun but the sun’s rays were tickling some high clouds in the west.   Then there appeared two jet streams that cut across the sky and the jet streams were translucent orange appearing … Continue reading

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WATCHING PUDDLES BEING BUILT

One of the things you can do in retirement is: you can watch mud puddles grow if you know where to go — like where I live. There  are enough uneven places in the asphalt road to hold a number … Continue reading

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WHEN NEXT WE MEET

When you next see me likely you’ll have not the slightest idea what is on my mind unless I choose to tell you.   It’s possible that you might guess some of it and possibly if you know me well … Continue reading

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FROM CROWS TO CHICKENS

The crows had assembled where my tryke was heading — a mass of black feathers vibrating in the distance. As I pedaled closer they began to take notice — undoubtedly felt threatened not knowing my intentions. Suddenly, It was as … Continue reading

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STEPPING ON THE CLOUDS

The storm had left its signature on the asphalt path that greets my feet most mornings.   I saw many puddles scattered about in front of my intentions.   I had to jump a little — stretch my stride here … Continue reading

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DON’T HOLD YOUR BREATH

I like it when the moon surprises me. I should keep track of its cycles but I don’t and because I am unaware I’m surprised — like I was this morning when I walked out of our door. I turned … Continue reading

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NOT VERY LONG

The doctor told our neighbor: “You don’t have much time.” That verified her suspicions. She has it “nailed down” now.   I wonder what she’ll tell the cashiers at Publix when they say: “How are you?” or “Take Care!” or … Continue reading

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REALLY SOMETHING

When I said that I was thirsty someone told me I was never REALLY THIRSTY like one  deprived of water for many days and days.   When I said that I was hungry someone told me I was never REALLY … Continue reading

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