Playing with words!
Saying for the day. Your toys are whatever you choose to play with.
I love to play with words. I’m not a writer. I just love words. When I see a pile of words I just have to build something with them. Its like when Joni Mitchell, the singer sees life events she has to write a song.In every pile of words there is a key word and if you find it the others dance around it . If I’m down or feeling blue I put on my old preacher’s sweater. The one I keep in the closet next to the shelf with shampoo on it. It looks so lonely hanging there slowly unraveling along the edge as if its hoping I won’t forget everything we have written together, Hmm! Perhaps by now you are wondering what this post is all about. You may think my support stockings are on too tight and have hurt the circulation to my brain. That’s not the case. Nor have I had too much of that sweet wine or too many Hershey’s kisses. Instead in my greed for words I have a new addiction. It can renew my mind and it undoes the dullness of the day. What is it you ask. Why Cindra’s word game of course. She has piles of words waiting to be played with. I have just done so. Could I have some applause, please?
@@@@ News from Pigeon Falls– the little town in my garage where trains still run, somebody saw a dragon once upon a time, and life goes on as usual.-Pigeon Falls hasn’t seen much of Tommy UK since he got hurt skiing . His dad says he has been spending his night in his room trying to forget how it felt to hit that deer. The big dance is coming up and poor Tommy sees himself as a lonely little stay at home. His entire life is unraveling before his eyes. He bought a new school sweater and planned on making a grand entrance but you can’t do that on crutches. One of his friends brought over a bag of candy kisses but that just reminded him that he won’t be getting any of the sweet real ones, at least not at this dance. The key to understanding kids Tommy’s age is that you need to know they dramatize everything and make it seem worse than it is.
Nancy says Mrs. Morris was in and somebody stole all of her grandsons blue stockings off the clothes line. What kind of person is so filled with greed that they would take a little kid’s clothes? Or was it an adult? The tracks in the snow were very small. One wonders if these were the stockings her grandson hated and this undoes his need to wear them.
Fred Bubster left a video of a young lady using Bub Beer as a shampoo for her beautiful hair. The voice over says it will renew every strand. Hmm! That is some beer, Bub Beer.
The Pigeon Falls Day committee met and voted to ask Joni Mitchell to lead the Pigeon Day Parade and sing afterward. If they pull that off they will deserve a full round of applause.
Petrovich stopped at Nancy’s for coffee and told her he has finished with driblet two and they can see it on his website. The connection to the Cindra person is even clearer than before.
Today's Link-Georgian Blues- If you ever had a relative that drove you nuts or a bad friend then you have to read this entry- In your kind and helpful comment leave the words Dr. John.
Well the day wasn't dull. we went down to the clinic in Oshkosh. I had an X-ray. Saw the doctor. He gave me enough pills to kill an elephant. I had blood drawn. No I had the blood drawn first that's how he knew to give me the pills. I have a systemic infection. I have to go back and see him again next week. It took so long that I went through two little bottles of oxygen. I came home and took a nap. I didn't do any blogging. Sorry. Now I need a breathing treatment.