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Breakfast in the Village

up and down the isles I push my cart

Breakfast in the Village It's another lovely day in the Village. Birds are singing and butterflies are floating. Waking I get this notion to fix breakfast for my love. Bouncing down my stairs, Parker and Bailey leading the way. In the kitchen to my dismay, nothing in the fridge or cupboards they are bare. I am blessed for three blocks away sits my local grocer. Lucky beagle, Parker rides to the grocer, ears flapping in th...

Gidealis Enigma Chapter 12

Demi is 31 years old. Two years prior he married a man named Iris Leo. Events follow.

FRIENDS, BEAR WITH ME. I HAVE TO JUMP 15 YEARS INTO THE FUTURE as the rest of the book takes place from the time Domiarn is 31 to the time he is 39. It should be self-explanatory, but if you have questions, you can PM me! Chapter 12 The Premonition The most extraordinary thing about love is that you do not question your feelings for someone until others start doing that. Kallitris and I are coming back from a walk, or rat...

My Day at the Beach

My last day at the beach and what happened.

I went to the ocean the other day. To get in I had to pay. Into the lot I drove; Between the cars I wove. I looked and looked; found the perfect spot. Got out of my car. It sure was hot. The sun shone brightly. I treaded very lightly. My feet were hot when they hit the wet grass. I slipped and fell ending up on my ass. My blanket, towel and books got wet. I was at the beach so why fret. My girl stood there laughing at me....

There once was a site that was redWhere our tales told of fun in bed. If our efforts were cheered At our stories some leered,  If not, they read others instead. There once was a site that was blue Where we wrote for a chosen few. If our stories were picked People knew they weren't tricked, They could read with pleasure anew.So, many would write for each site And we did as well as we might, For our talents were good And we...

You’re Not Bipolar If You’re Never Up!

Reptiles, garden hoses, blonds and tee-hees are the focus of a therapy session.

“Three tee-hees do not constitute a manic episode! You are not bipolar,” Dr. Childers repeated. “You are depressed.” He seemed a bit irritated.“But they were three consecutive tee-hees!” I protested. “Not three tee-hees interspersed throughout the day like before!”“That doesn’t matter,” Dr. Childers retorted. “But since this tee-hee episode does seem to be significant to you, we should explore it.”“This three consecutive...

My mother was such a lovely woman, in spirit and appearance. She always reminded me of the pin-up girls from the 40s and 50s. That was her era of course. And whenever she posed for a picture on the beach in her one piece bathing suit she was up on her toes, with her hands on her hips, in the classic posing style that all the heart breakers then would use. But her defining characteristic was her gullibility. She always tru...

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Of Mites and Men

Your intrinsic insignificance does have an up side.

Guess what. In the larger scheme you’re not very important. You’re like a little dust mite that occasionally elicits a big sneeze, but ultimately winds up squished in a HEPA filter or on its back in a vacuum cleaner bag with its little legs flailing in the air.Your primary legacy will be your carbon footprint, which will continue to expand after you die. If you’re buried in some cement lined hole in a sealed box you won’t...

Cockeyed Bird

Things that entertain my demented mind.

I saw a little Junco, pecking at his reflection today. Wondering, what's the reason for his little display? What was he seeing in the reflection of the window? Was he angry at the image, or just a bit of a weirdo? Did he not recognize the reflection was of himself? Maybe like me, not wanting to admit age to myself. Could it be that the insistent pecking was his way? Him showing the reflection a compassionate array. Surely...

Living with Latent Anorexia

How a sufferer can control Latent Anorexia, minimize complications, and get support.

Though most are aware of how debilitating and devastating anorexia can be, few are familiar with its most insidious form--Latent Anorexia. I’ve struggled with it my entire life; I hope that sharing this information will help others.Latent Anorexia is insidious precisely because it is latent--i.e.—there are no overt anorexic symptoms. The typical Latent Anorexic (LA) is overweight. (In my case, I am six feet two and two-hu...

A Senior’s Tale: Passion in the Nursing Home!

A senior couple lets the good times roll!

I was eighty you a year youngerbut we smoldered with that hungerto feel passion and taste salty sweat.You were not much of a talkerbut looked so hot on your walker!I rolled up as close as I could get.We managed not to trip or swayas standing we began to playa prelude to our search for senior bliss.When you brushed against my thingysuddenly our love took wingy!We shed our dentures then we shared a kiss. I stroked the blue...

Opinions And Advice

This one could be the story of my life...just sayin'

People always offer opinions and advice, As to what you should or shouldn’t do, Though they can barely manage themselves, They seem to know what’s best for you. An old friend offers relationship advice, As he talks about his latest divorce, He always blames his latest ex-wife, And I just nod and say “But, of course.” Another friend offers financial advice, Talking stocks and bonds on the phone, I’d probably take him a bit...

Jackson Goes for a Run, Realizes Why He Hates Birds

A man finds he's the pig in a real life game of Angry Birds.

It was the first legitimate spring day of the season. The air finally warmed, the sun was out and there was not a cloud in the sky. I decided that rather than go to the gym and pretend to be a hamster on the tedious treadmill; I would call my friend James and see if he wanted to go for a run. He did, so we hit our local trail. It was a gorgeous day and about halfway through the run we decided to stop so I could catch my b...

(4/2/13) The sun is out and the wind is blowing my way I’m here in the park with my grandson today There are some kids with which he found to play But it was for a short time, for their mothers took them away. So with him I played a game or two of tag, football and “Steal the old man’s bacon” – he would run and I would just fake it. We walked over to the exercise course, but those were built For a strong young horse. Not...