Monthly Archives: December 2014

I’m 87 and have never had my fingernails painted.   When she asked me: ” What color?” I said “pink” . She turned 4 this summer and became a beautician on Christmas day.   The polish will fade away but … Continue reading →

As the days are now beginning to lengthen old folks need to be strengthened for  they know their time on earth  is diminishing and will find no increase — at least on this earth..   They won’t share the world’s  … Continue reading →

Have no fear my dear — don’t shed a tear. The light won’t disappear but it was reappear a little more each day as God steers our sphere through all the atmosphere that abounds in space.

The day was dark and dismal. It tried hard to get inside me and it almost did. But then I remembered: Hot Chocolate! Fortunately, its possibility was close by. I had the ingenuity and ingredients to create a mug of … Continue reading →

Sometimes when I awaken I think of those who won’t — of those who planned tomorrow and tomorrow never came. They won’t have to worry and they won’t have to fret. Some day I’ll be one of those but I’m … Continue reading →

She was not a prostitute nor was she  a substitute for one. Nor was she destitute.   A man thought she was — not destitute, but a prostitute.   She was a tall blonde — the type preferred where she … Continue reading →

Knowing there is someone somewhere whose eyes will scan my words rewards me and increases the possibilities that I will try again to share some modest offering that fingertips will lay before some waiting eyes.   I search an old … Continue reading →

The U-Haul trailer hitched to a hearse — surely this demands some verse:   Maybe you can “take it with you” after all although you  often thought you couldn’t — or if you could you wouldn’t.   Many of us … Continue reading →

Some folks are pretty good at worrying — others are not.   It is a gift which if considerably employed can demolish a human spirit.   Other folks have been given less of that kind of DNA and  worry only … Continue reading →

I told my pillow last night shortly after I went to bed that in the past three years 10,000 children have been killed — 10,000 victims of  Syria’s civil war.   Children!   My pillow only listened.   I had … Continue reading →