Mirrors

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Writing from the Inside Out

Saying for the Day
Speak the truth, but leave immediately after. ~Slovenian Proverb

Picture of the Day
Alex and his new cook book

I don’t like mirrors.
They tell the truth.
In them things are the way they are.
I like the illusion of being young. You know “ your as young as you feel”
Some days I feel pretty young.
I know I’m old, my lungs are worn out, my knees are shot, my stomach sags, I bruise easily, and I have all these wrinkles.
I know that.
But I choose to ignore it and imagine myself the way I was forty years ago.
I just haven’t gotten around to embracing old age.
But then I look in the mirror.
This horrible old guy looks back at me.
He is not young.
I hate mirrors.
I really do.
There are people who are like mirrors.
They tell the truth.
They let you know what your cooking, writing, craft work or whatever is really like.
You want to think you’re a great cook or a fantastic writer or whatever.
But they tell you the truth.
They aren’t too popular either.
We prefer the well placed and very kind lie to the truth.
I hate mirrors.

News from Pigeon Falls

The little town in my basement where the trains still run, dragons fly, and life is back to normal
Pastor Joan is trying to decide on a sitter for Oops. She made a list of ladies from Last Lutheran that might be available and has been going over that list in her mind.
There was Aunie Pola . She is active, caring, helpful kind, and under ordinary circumstances would be perfect. But she is also a real gossip and can’t keep a secret.
There was Mrs. Hansen, Charlie’s mother. She raised a mentally challenged child and would be good for Oops. But she still has Charlie to care for and worry about and Pastor Joan doesn’t want to add keeping secrets to her burden.
There was old Mrs. Hendrickson. She keeps secrets well and likes children but she has a bad heart and Oops special characteristics might be too much of a shock for her.
So far she hasn’t come up with a name that satisfies her.
There is one name that keeps running through her mind and she doesn’t know why. She has no idea how the name got on her mental list. It doesn’t seem to belong there but she keeps coming back to it. For the moment she has decided against it.
For the time being she can leave Oops with Nancy at the coffee shop. Anything odd Oops does can be blamed on the poltergeist. But she does have to find a sitter.

Wrap Up

Both Betty and I have had a relapse of sorts. Not as bad as before but bad enough to take the fun out of the day. I blogged. I did some organizing of my computer. I napped. I watched television. I read . I visited some links. Now I need a breathing treatment.
GBYA

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