Hoppy Spring!

Cartoon!

Here's a lin to a site where you can create your own cartoon. Enjoy

Fred is Dead!

Fed is dead! Yes, it's true. In these past few weeks, I have coaxed, pleaded, wept, and literally willed him back from the brink of death countless times but in spite of all my efforts Fred is gone.

I've known and even prepared for his demise. He had all the classic signs- he was overheating constantly and he would often just loose all mobility and every time, he recovered, he lost a bit of his memory. He was just NOT the Fred I knew and loved.

It was heart-breaking to watch him struggle. I even thought, forgive me, of assisting him on to a better life and there were those who agreed readily with this idea. After all was said and done though, the majority convinced me that "taking a hammer to him" was just too harsh so I settled myself to wait it out.

I tried everything-all the home remedies I could think of; sought advise from a variety of helpful people, but in the end not even a specialist could save him.

In this modern world of miraculous technology however, Fred can live again or so they tell me. I am collecting his parts right now-the best ones-the ones that were working prior to his death. I remain hopeful.

They say they can rebuild him and he will be better and stronger. I just hope it won't cost six -million dollars. I

Help!

Help!

Someone give me a topic!

A list of words to incorporate into a tale!

SOMETHING!

Jane

Jane

By D.J.L.

She was five foot two and weighed about a hundred three pounds, Hartwell guessed. He prided himself on being right on the money, and he was most of the time. He allowed his gaze to slide over her body. Blonde ringlets framed her face giving her a child like appearance but Jane was not a child. She was between twenty-five and thirty years, Hartwell guessed again. Jane was a woman filled with mysteries and he was determined to explore each and every one of them.

Hartwell let his mind drift back to when he had first seen her. She wore jeans and a faded denim shirt tied in a knot at her waist. Hiking boots with bright red socks sat neatly beside her back pack. The boots appeared to be quite new and Hartwell wondered if Jane stopped here in this lonely place to give her feet a rest. She seemed in quiet contemplation, lying there, her head tilted skyward as her wide-open blue eyes explored the green lushness of the leaves.

Hartwell recalled the buzz and hum of busy insects and the sticky prickle of sweat dripping down his neck. The day was already summer sizzle hot and it was still early.

Hartwell studied Jane’s face. He noted the beginnings of laugh lines around her mouth and he felt a sudden flash of anger and sadness. The waste and the senselessness of it all welled up from somewhere deep inside him and exploded like hot bile in his throat. It was always the same- every single time

He’d known many women just like her and it was always a waste. This Jane, like countless others who had crossed his path were puzzles, complicated crossword jumbles that had been carelessly tossed away like soiled newspapers.

Hartwell sighed and hardened himself for the task at hand and the stainless steel coldness of the room seemed to echo his thoughts as he touched her body.

“Jane... Jane Doe,” he whispered. “Speak.”

C Copyright 2009 by D.J.L.

Celtic Woman

Celtic Woman!!!!

D & I went to hear Celtic woman at the Murat Theater. What a fantastic concert! It was all I hoped! Enjoy some of the music we experienced (gleaned from youtube)

only one photo is mine. It's a forbidden one of the stage. We had great seats about 12 rows back- center. The two rows in front of us were not sold, so we moved up!

I couldn't contain my excitement so during intermission, I made a quick call - (sometimes you just gotta) I forgot to turn my phone back off and sure enough, it rang. about 3 times before D could grab it and shut it off. Oh My! Sorry to hang up on ya Laura!

It was a snowy and cold and on the walk back to the car, big fluffy snowflakes were falling. It was like a fairy dream. Next time though, we both agreed we would make use of the valet parking.











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Eagles next month!! woo hoo!

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“…so, you just packed up everything and just moved ? No jobs waiting ? And you didn’t know a single person?”

The young man looked intently at the woman he had known all his life and wondered how it could be that he knew so little about her.

“Just like a pioneer woman, huh?“

Oh, don’t you remember *Sweet Besty from Pike who crossed the wide prairie with her husband Ike. ..?”

He sang and grinned at his reference to the old folk song and studied her face for any recognition that she had actually heard him speaking.


Without changing the cadence of her rocking or opening her eyes to look at him, the old lady smiled.

“Yes, we packed everything we owned, which wasn’t that much as I recall-it fit nicely in a small U-haul trailer- and we moved. It’s true we had no job prospects but I did know someone -a lady I met just once-we had exchanged phone numbers.”

She stopped rocking, opened her eyes and looked at him, her own brown eyes meeting his blue matter-a-factly and directly.

When you speak to someone, look them straight in the eye and when you shake someone’s hand, be firm in your grip. That inspires confidence.

He marveled and shook his head. So many thoughts, just like this one -things she’d told him when he was a lad seemed to pop in his brain a lot lately.

“Sweet Betsy, she continued still gazing directly into his eyes, never married that scoundrel, Ike. Well, not until much later.”

The old lady grinned and sang all ten verses including each and every chorus. Then she added a few verses of her own making just for good measure.

He used to absolutely hate it when she sang. She always changed the song around and added her own words and rhyme. Sometimes, it was hilariously funny but more often he had found it embarrassing and obnoxious.

The song he hated most of all was the morning song. He never knew the actual name of it but he remembered the words. And that was another odd thing. He found himself humming it in the shower just the other day. He not only hummed it but he sang it with his voice growing louder with each repeat just as his Mom had done so many long years ago.

Ri-se and shine and give God the glo-ry glo-ry…Ri-se and shine…

Funny, he didn't ,mind one bit her singing now. In fact, he wished she would sing more-much much more.


C copyright February, 2009 by DJL



*The tune is based on an early 19th century British song Villikins and His Dinah. It is also a variant of the Scottish melody Lord Randall.