My oldest daughter
driving to work
sent this to me,
It was last week ~
Full hunter moon.
Her husband was behind
the wheel, just in case
you were worried!
This is a foggy morning.
Hope you have a mysterious
or mystical Friday the 13th. . .
“The home gardener is
~ John R. Whiting,
American garden writer
(1914 – 1998)
Don’t you really know what you want? Or you actually know, yet you can’t afford?
Many times, I have been asked about what I really want to be, and if I can remember correctly, each time, I answered “I do not know.” But little do they know, that what my answer was a white lie. It could be true, though, for some people to not know what they really want to or to do, because there are a couple of things they want to do they end up being unable to start one thing. But for me, I actually know what I want. I want to say I want to be a cook. I want to be an entrepreneur. I want to land a job I can do at home because I find traveling from home to work a time-wasted. I started my blog to express my personal thoughts but as…
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Note: This visit to the bar is also part of Linda G. Hills Stream of Consciousness Saturday challenge.
“Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is: ‘vol.’ Find a word with ‘vol’ in it, and use it in your post. Have fun!”
If we were having a beer, we would soon be missing Cheryl.
“Can I help you guys?”
“Whoa, where’s Cheryl?”
“Cheryl’s on vacation.”
“She was supposed to be back today.”
“She got involved with Hurricane Irma. She was delayed in Atlanta. I volunteered to cover for her.”
“He doesn’t mean the third degree. He’s a creature of habit. For example, he’ll have a Yuengling. I’ll have a Woodford Reserve. “
“Perfect. You want a glass for that beer?”
“Yes, thanks. I didn’t mean to question you like that. We were just expecting Cheryl.”
“It’s OK, I’ve been getting that all day. Her customers…
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The mysterys of the Tappan Zee Bridge!
October 1975. “Born to Run” is blasting on the bus radio, as we Westchesterites and Long Islanders fly through Rockland County. The SUCO bus left Oneonta at 4 p.m., and we’re due to arrive at the County Center at 8:30 p.m.
Then we see it, the Tappan Zee Bridge. While I’m glad to be back for the weekend — and looking forward to catching up with friends I’ve not seen in two months — I’m unprepared for the little shiver that runs through me.
I chose the upstate New York college for its nutrition program, then wondered what made me think chemistry would be easier than in high school? The following year I transferred to community college, switched majors, and worked part-time.
The bridge was nearly 20, the average age…
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