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Why Are People Staring?

Published November 25, 2022 by Nan Mykel

Is my slip showing?

Credit: David Crenshaw/Tulsa World, via Associated Press in NY Times

Now, how did the “ears” come to pass?  Surely not as a signal to hunters, “Here I am!”

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If this you’re reading this and needing a feel-good post and you opened it out of curiosity or with hope, then I invite you to visit the  page at the top of this site called Relief–Refreshing.  I just re-read the entire page and feel much better!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Credit…David Crenshaw/Tulsa World, via Associated Press

I can’t help it….

Published September 6, 2022 by Nan Mykel

OBSERVATION –  If you want to get ideas for your post, lie awake for an hour after opening your eyes first thing in the morning.  Or better not, if you’re prone to drowning in them. –Not great ideas. mind you, and not really manic.  So they won’t flood into the next morning, rather than  bore readers with too many posts, I have started bundling them together under one heading—“I can’t help it…”  Today I’ll pick the following:

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MATURING –  Oh, I could write an entire book on the topic.  But don’t worry, I won.t.  Meditations about aging:  I’m gratified for re-discovering my ankles.  If that doesn’t ring a bell then you’re not old enough.

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AGING CAN BE FUN…if you’re don’t mind dying.  If you live long enough dying is seen as restful and pain free, if you have been good and aren’t afraid of hell.

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LET’S HEAR IT for dark humor!  Nothing wrong with laughing, and it lets your endorphins flow…Maybe I told you that I woke up the other day to find three people in my bedroom, checking to see if I was dead.  (I don’t sleep with my hearing aids on)

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THIS ISN’T FUNNY AT ALL and maybe I told you already:  When time changed recently (it was recent, wasn;t it?} I wasn’t informed, and missed my  scheduled local old folks ride.  The next time, I missed my ride home from Walmart because the machine kept rejecting my charge card too often for me to catch the ride home.  I walked around  Walmart asking strangers  “Are you a driver?” thinking maybe my driver was looking for me.  I TAKE THAT BACK–I guess it IS funny if looked at the right way, else I wouldn’t have included it.  I do have the fortuitous habit of laughing at myself when I drop things (often I’m laughing all day because of it).  Anyway, apparently the two-dollar ride folks have had enough of my standing them up.  It’s more difficult to get them to pick me up for my every other Tuesday poetry group meeting at the Library now.  But I’m laughing at the spectacle and telling you about it, aren’t I?  They were glad to give me the phone number for the local bus, but I learned that the bus folks have canceled morning pickups due to driver shortage.  Now where’s the humor in that?  (Maybe acknowledging that I shouldn’t have run into the back of that other car several years ago and given up my own car to the towing man.)  Smile.  (I still don’t believe their turn signals were working.)

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MY GRANDMOTHER used to say, “If wishes were horses, beggars would ride.”  Ain’t that the truth! (Smile).

I can’t help it

Published June 4, 2022 by Nan Mykel

A fellow blogger wondered the other day if readers resent those who post every day.  I want to say that I feel the need to post one, two or three times a day so my brain doesn’t drown.  When I wake in the morning my mind starts sputtering and if I don’t get it out I could conk out or explode.  Now there–I’m being melodramatic\; sorry.  So I’m going to try and limit myself to one blog a day, but put the blogs together.  But then, I love my Media Library photos, all 1200 of them.  I’ve grown attached to them, and when I look at some of them I get inspired.  Like the one above apparently by Nick Brandt.

This is early morning and I’m still being flooded.  When I’m impetuous I often live to regret it, so I’ll change my mind now.

I’ll just tell you one good idea any of us could work on and maybe share with me, anyhow:

An everyday song needs to be written to an old catchy tune–one that keeps running through your mind, like You Are My Sunshine used to  in my youth.  To go with the catchy tune would be words about current events.  A little two or four-step blog (the dancing kind) would automatically accompany this in a good-natured, jokey way.  Goals this might accomplish:

  1. Prevent a heart attack
  2. Keep us in a good mood
  3. Since it doesn’t have to be sung out loud, it can bolster you inside
  4. Can numb you to what’s being thrown your way
  5. Hopefully prevent you from being gunned down
  6. May develop a talent you never knew you had
  7. Help us love one another or at least the innocent babe they once were?
  8. Fat chance, but at least it’s an idea.
  9. Something to do in the pandemic
  10. Include David McCormick’s being bullied out of his run for office by fellows

Share your thoughts in Comments?

P.S. DON’T TRY TO SING IT TO ‘PRAISE THE LORD AND PASS THE AMMUNITION’….

New Roommate, Reblogged Poem Fragment by lifelessons – a blog by Judy Dykstra-Brown

Published November 17, 2018 by Nan Mykel

Love it!

lifelessons - a blog by Judy Dykstra-Brown

New Roommate, Chapter 2

I have the need to be alone, to hide away, sequester,
but my roommate never leaves the room! She’s somewhat of a nester.
She seems to be ensconced here with her creepy boyfriend Lester,
and my irritation’s turned into a boil about to fester.
I may not make it to the end of the next semester
when I can find a roommate who is less of a rester.
She can be a talker or messy or a jester.
She can use my makeup, wear my clothes or gripe and pester.
In fact, I will take anyone short of a child molester,
so long as she’s a roamer—a gad-about, a quester!!!!

See Chapter 1 HERE.

https://wordofthedaychallenge.wordpress.com/2018/11/16/sequester/

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My Comeuppance

Published October 21, 2017 by Nan Mykel

Occasionally I do water exercises and there’s a 7-year old boy learning to swim also in the pool with us.  The other day he swam up to me and touched my bulging belly and asked “what’s in there?”  I asked “what’s in your stomach?” And he said “food.”  That’s when it dawned on me that he had expected the word “a baby.”

Senseless Sunday Sarcasm : WO mistakes RK – A Humorous Re-Blog

Published October 15, 2017 by Nan Mykel

Not liked–loved!

Nan Re-blogging

Two on a Rant

It’s no secret that I’ve made more mistakes in the past 2 weeks than in the past 2 years.

Of course, if I could remember past yesterday, I might reconsider that statement.

This is a summation of what my short-term (and only) memory is telling me:

Or, possibly, it’s more like this:

Either way, nothing is going in and what comes out isn’t quite right.

How’s work been going this week? (You might ask).  Here’s a clue

Unfortunately, I have a work ethic that’s on steroids

First of all, I don’t want to go anywhere else.  I love what I do — when I do it right.  It’s not like I can go elsewhere to get a job.  Who in their right mind (other than social services) wants to hire an anal retentive dyslexic paper pusher who has an editing disability?

This has happened to me twice in the last…

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