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Following the sudden death of her husband, a grieving Joy Webb Garner leaves her Fifth Avenue apartment in NYC and returns home to Daytona Beach, FL to confront her past. She fled her beach-side community as an 18-year-old college freshman who just found out she was pregnant and believed her father was a murderer. Thirty years later, Joy finds a lot of resentment and slammed doors on her way to uncovering the truth.
In Florida, weathermen or weather-people, to be politically correct; now refer to weather as inconvenient.
Well. . .your feet might get wet, your hair blown, and you’ll have to follow a car’s tail-lights to get home. But, you’ll be safe, in a down pour.
It is inconvenient; but catchy and cute. Isn’t it?
The expression hasn’t caught on in the north. Weather people announce the above freezing temperatures void of express, with little regard for the lack of sunshine.
Inconvenient weather is normal, and expected.
I don’t know what’s happening in other parts of the country.
So, on a normal fall day in the north, we drove to Indian Ladder Farms to buy apples. The variety of apples is outstanding and their sugar apple donuts memorable.
As we were leaving, I saw a restored Jaguar, and asked the owner if I could take a picture. He offered to take a picture of me in the vehicle.
We got to chatting. He and his wife are Florida Snow Birds and owners of a window washing service, Mark Washing Windows. They have a place in Port Orange, twenty-five miles from me.
They don’t think Florida’s weather is inconvenient and will be heading south after the holidays.
Is your weather inconvenient?
. . . just saying, Claudia
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I have trouble saying goodbye, not to people. . . I think I’m good at that. But to objects; like my orange library card with the metal stamp. Clothing, my black cocktail dress (it still fits), mush cards from my son, and Martha Stewart Magazines.
The above photo was snapped from a Halloween issue.
There was a time, when I traipsed through the woods to find and assembled something like that. Well, it never came close, but had a lot of dried stuff.
In Florida, that is not happening.
The alternative is to thumb through the magazine, and I do so, happily.
Autumn is short lived in Florida. There is no raking of leaves, then jumping into the piles.
I still hear the children laughing.
Remember. . .this was called fun.
The Christmas hurry up will begin Thanksgiving day, or November 23rd, and like it or not. . . my world will turn red, and green.
I’ll have to say goodbye to the golden colors of fall.
I’ll tuck Martha’s magazines away, take out the past Christmas issues, and go into the woods to cut our Christmas tree.
… Seriously just saying
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Toes that no longer wiggle, giggle or dance, they sleep
Then suddenly cry, “Sudden leg syndrome is attacking my feet.”
Hands that can’t twist open a door
Or flip pages any more
Kitchen tops decorated with items I don’t want to forget
A part of my brain
Ridge in thought
Like stiff knees reluctant to bend
Grey cells will not receive or send
Exhausted and depleted
Comfort myself with food Mama cooked best
Meatloaf and mash-potatoes
Gives my cerebellum a rest
So, what if I forget to lock a door, a date, a score. . . and more
I’m old, invisible, and small
Don’t fret_____ explore!
Close your eyes, remember your youth and come with me
Imagine places we have never been before
. . . Seriously just saying
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Their legal elected official motivation, much more.
It is a mouthful.
… Seriously just saying
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My husband, of 52 years, walked into the kitchen and asked, “Have you seen my what-ch-ma- thing?”
I knew exactly what he is talking about because he had on glasses and was holding a plastic tube of wood glue.
“You wanted the who-GA-ma-call-it put back together, and I need it.” He stammered and shook his head; his eyes focused on a ceiling corner in an attempt to retrieve the information.
I relished his sputtering, because earlier in the day our discussion about his health ended with him yelling, “You’re right, you’re always right, but you can’t make me do it.” And me leaving the room to avoid a fist fight.
He followed me with comments about who was right versus wrong, and smashed his toes, which hung over the front of his slippers, into the floor molding; and consequently hipped hopped about, flamingo style, scrunching his face like a shriveled prune and swearing, . . . shit. . . shit. . . shit.
I gave him no sympathy.
After rubbing his toes, he blurted out the real issue, “Why can’t we have a junk drawer?”
Yes, you heard right, we do not have a junk drawer. I am philosophically opposed to the concept and wonder why people accumulate items, they do not want and have no need for; useless items, that fill a complete kitchen drawer.
“We have managed for fifty two years with out a kitchen drawer bursting with rubbish. Why would you want one now!” I yelled back.
“Marshal says every man needs a junk drawer, all the guys have one, I’m the only one who doesn’t.”
“Marshal says? Okay,. . . You want a junk drawer, for things you have no use for but, want to keep just in case. I get it, and what would you put in this drawer?” I asked.
“My who-Ga-ma-call-it, golf balls and golf tees, I don’t know, STUFF!” He answered.
“Don’t you keep golf balls and tees in your golf bag? And the what-ch-ma-thing is in your tool box.”
“You’re right, you’re right, I hate it when you’re right!”
. . . Seriouslyjust saying
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Wikipedia definition, “A junk drawer or junk-drawer is a drawer used for storing small, miscellaneous, occasionally useful objects of little to no (or unclear) monetary value, and possibly significant sentimental value. Junk drawers are often located in residential kitchens, but they may exist anywhere with cabinetry or furniture used for storage, including home offices or workshops, and even commercial workplaces and businesses. The phrase “junk drawer” appears to be an Americanism dating to the early 1900s.”
I is for Impossible in the Alphabet Series. There are many fabulous words beginning with the letter I. Words like; impromptu, improvise, improbable, and imply to name a few and therefore it was difficult to choose.
Then I woke-up today and have a crazy habit of reminding myself of the date, day of the week, and how many days are left in the year. Well, there are only 113 days before we say goodbye to 2023, and hello to 2024. And that’s where impossible became first and foremost in my mind. Impossible, as in never or slim to none chance of happening.
Yet how did it happen! How could I possibly be seventy-five years old? It’s not my birthday, or even my birthday week. My birthday is in June. But every day since then I’ve lamented the impossibility of being this age. I could approach this impossibility with an attitude adjustment. Is the glass have full, and I’m lucky to be alive, or half empty, and holy crap; I’m done with the good years?
Since I work well towards a goal, I’ve decided to reach 80 (that’s only 5 years away), so let’s make it 90 which is fifteen years away and not be wearing diapers. It’s not impossible
. . . just saying
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Remember when you hated peas and you did what your mother told you? Along side of Eat what is on your plate, children are starving in China; was If you don’t have anything nice to say, don’t say anything.
Little did we suspect the declarative statements were precursors to waste management and bullying. I never cared for being slapped in the face, going to bed without supper or sent to my room, and abide by the assertions which have remained in my head.
Where am I going with this?
Well tonight is the first Republican presidential debate, and I’m wondering how much trash talking there will be.
The debate will be aired to a select audience and streamed. Trump will NOT debate; however, he will sit for an interview with Tucker Carlson prior to the debate with his fellow contestants, oops, candidates.
In the past the atmosphere has been one of character assassination with the promise of debate of the issues.
What do you think will happen?
. . . Seriously just saying
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