There are a few more entries in the archives under the category of 'Oklahoma'.
Tuesday, September 23, 2014
Sooner Recollections
Since I will be away from the blogging world for a few days, here is a past entry you may find interesting.
There are a few more entries in the archives under the category of 'Oklahoma'.
There are a few more entries in the archives under the category of 'Oklahoma'.
Monday, September 22, 2014
Sunday, September 21, 2014
Full Circle
Here's my latest contribution to
Five Sentence Fiction
(Other efforts are in my archives under Fiction)
This week's magic word is:
Wheels
You will find other writers at Lillie McFerrin Writes
Five Sentence Fiction
(Other efforts are in my archives under Fiction)
This week's magic word is:
Wheels
You will find other writers at Lillie McFerrin Writes
She would hold his
small hands and together they would sing, ‘The wheels on the bus go ‘round
and ’round. . “
Before long came
the real thing, Big Wheels, their hollow plastic circles roaring through the
neighborhood, turning on the early-morning Saturday sidewalk. A few short
years and he was traveling farther with the spin of freedom-producing tires,
first a bicycle, and then - too soon - a driver’s license and a car. She
watched as the tires spinned faster and faster, from high school to college,
finally taking him away into a world of his own making.
Today, it is he
who is the ‘big wheel’, the VIP , but the wheels that once transported him away now carry him back to her,
where he can recall simple childhood songs and the pure, quiet love of mother
and son.
Friday, September 19, 2014
My Anti-Bucket List
Things I NEVER want to do
Own a sauna – after suffering through summer after
summer of an un-airconditioned childhood in the south, it seems
counter-intuitive to willingly shut yourself into room of 160 degrees.
Eat bugs – Fine, tell me that ants are spicy and
praying mantises are a great form of protein, but I prefer my bugs either far
away or flat, Anthony Bourdain be damned. Again, blame it on a childhood in the
south, where it was a good idea to shake out your shoes before putting them on.
Line dance – Okay, I will admit to perhaps one
wedding where I succumbed, but there is not enough Proseco in the world to
induce me to again raise my elbows in the Chicken Dance or swivel my hips to the
Macarena.
Zip line – Across the Grand Canyon ,
through a Brazilian rain forest, wherever. Not happening. Chalk this up to a
healthy fear of heights with an overactive imagination (combined with a total
distrust of whoever installed that line).
Travel to exotic, out of the way places – No interest
here in visiting any country where public facilities require me to plant my
feet in the designated spots and hope for good aim. There’s a lot to be said
for the beaten track.
Stay overnight in one of those ice hotels – You know,
where everything is made of blocks of ice and you’re issued animal furs instead
of sheets. Midnight potty runs at such
a place must be unimaginable. I’d be happy to hit their bar for maybe a vodka
tonic, but that’s it.
Walk across country to support a cause – Couldn’t I
just shell out some greenbacks? Finding comfortable walking shoes for a day in Boston
(meet my friend, Mr. Bunion) can consume my thoughts for days. There are no
shoes on the planet that would get me from San Francisco
to D.C.
I may not have a secret desire to walk barefoot across a bed
of coals, but that doesn’t mean I don’t have a few things I’d still like to
accomplish.
The thing about our society is that the expectations of us
diminish with each passing year.
While some may see this as limiting, I prefer to think that
attitude just makes it that much more fun to defy those preconceptions.
Wednesday, September 17, 2014
Bumps, Bums, and Bugs
Yesterday was less
about the utopia of being retired and more about the indignities that can occur
in the course of a perfectly ordinary day.
Tuesday, September 16, 2014
Housing Development
According to
Wikipedia, cluster housing is the grouping of residential properties on a
development site in order to use the extra land as open space or recreation.
Sunday, September 14, 2014
Big Money
We spent some time last week diving
into the dust in the basement, the cobwebs in the garage loft, and the mouse
nests in the shed.
Friday, September 12, 2014
Milestone
To say that numbers are not my
strength is like saying that Marcel Marceau had difficulty finding the right
word.
Wednesday, September 10, 2014
Sunday, September 7, 2014
Portent?
The rain of last night is gone and we have a cool sunny morning. I throw on shorts and sneakers, drink some orange juice and head out for a walk. The cool morning was disguising rampant humidity, so I return sweaty and tired.
I open windows, hoping to catch the remains of the cool night air from the woods.
I feed the 900-year-old cat and put the cat food back in the fridge.
I saute some mushrooms, beat up some eggs, and add them to the mushrooms.
I call my husband to come pick up his eggs and he opens the refrigerator for juice.
"Why are your glasses in the fridge?"
Is this a sign of how the rest of my day will go or something larger?
I open windows, hoping to catch the remains of the cool night air from the woods.
I feed the 900-year-old cat and put the cat food back in the fridge.
I saute some mushrooms, beat up some eggs, and add them to the mushrooms.
I call my husband to come pick up his eggs and he opens the refrigerator for juice.
"Why are your glasses in the fridge?"
Is this a sign of how the rest of my day will go or something larger?
Friday, September 5, 2014
Writing progress and golf status quo
There’s spectacularly little to
write about around here unless you’ve been waiting breathlessly for a report of
my most recent trip to the grocery store.
Tuesday, September 2, 2014
Monday, September 1, 2014
Small Town Stroll
It was quiet out this Labor Day morning. |
This morning I didn’t have the excuse of rain or some
early-morning errand to keep me from my morning walk. If I don’t jump up and get out before I
have time to think about it, I’d never get any exercise at all.
Come with me and get a glimpse of our small town.
This is one of the
routes I take – right down
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