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In Other Words, flamingo…

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Monday Musings…

“Maybe your weird is my normal.
Who’s to say?”
Nicki Manaj

Image by AllNikArt from Pixabay

There are those who think I am weird and that’s okay with me. I sort of agree with them. My lifestyle isn’t one that would make many folks happy. For the most part, I like to be alone in my home, just me and the catkids. I also like it quiet. I rarely have the radio on or the TV.

I am definitely a quiet introvert. I don’t socialize much and when I do I prefer small gatherings. I can be quite talkative when with friends or once I get to know someone but with those I don’t know I tend to keep in the background.

People ask me if I get bored being retired and on my own most of the time. The answer is, no. My favorite things to do are those things that one does by themselves like reading, writing, doing puzzles, crocheting and needlework. Even before retirement those were my chosen past-times and I never had enough time for them. Now I do.

I used to be a bit embarrassed that I wasn’t more outgoing and active because people were always trying to get me out more and to be more social thinking that I was lonely or depressed. I wasn’t then and I am not now. I am happy with my life.

So, maybe I am weird. I don’t care, others can think what they want. Of course, it is entirely possible that they are the ones who are weird. Really, who’s to say?


	
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Friday, truth or tale…

 

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Image by Keith Johnston from Pixabay

She said, “This isn’t working.” He said, What’s not working?” She said, “Us, our marriage.”

He said, “What are you saying?” She said, “I am tired of looking the other way and pretending all is well.” He said, “What? Looking the other way?” She said, “My ignoring your infidelity.” He said, “Infidelity? That’s crazy!” She said, “No it’s not. I know where you have been all those nights you were ‘working late’ or ‘out with the guys’.”

He said, “Yeah, I was working long late hours making a living so we could live the good life.” She said, “No, you were with other women.” He said, “No way! I love you I wouldn’t do that.” She said, “I have proof. I hired a Private Investigator and he gave me pictures with names and dates and places.”

He said, “Why would you do that? I thought you loved me.” She said, “I did love you but you betrayed my love and now there is no love and you have to leave.”  He said, “Leave?! I’m not leaving this is my house!”

She said, “No, it’s my house. I grew up here and my father left everything to me in a trust.” He said, “Yeah, well, we are married and what’s yours is mine!” She said, ” My father was a brilliant attorney and he took into account that there are men like you who marry women like me. Everything, all the properties, money, investments are mine and any children I may have but there are no provisions for a spouse or partner.”

He said, “You are crazy! Your father was crazy! Your whole family is crazy!” She said, “Maybe, but we are crazy, smart, and very rich. You are just crazy, not smart or rich. Now get out!”

He said, “No! I have investments in this place.” She said, “What investments?” He said, “The renovations and furnishings and artwork, all the stuff I brought.” She said, “Everything done or bought for this house was paid for by me. Not one penny of your money was spent. Everything that belongs to you, everything you brought with you to this house when we married is in a storage facility with the rent paid for thirty days. That should give you enough time to find somewhere to live. Perhaps, one of your women can help you out with that.”

He said, “I am not leaving and you can’t make me!” She said, “I thought you would not take this well and would be difficult so there is a Sheriff’s Deputy here to escort you from my home. Goodbye and best of luck, my dear.”

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In Other Words, marigolds…

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photo by Lisa Yount on skitterphoto

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In Other Words

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Monday Musings…

“Life is what we make it,
always has been, always will be.”
Grandma Moses

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If you have spent any time reading Patricia’s Place you know that I tend to be positive.  I know there is ugliness in the world and there has been some in my life.  I choose to learn the lessons negative things have to teach and move on rather than dwell in that place. There are times I am hurt and unhappy and I cry. I think unhappiness, sadness, grief, hurt, anger, all the negatives are just part of life and crying is what helps cleanse our feelings and emotions so we can heal and be happy again. 

I know a woman who is very unhappy.  She complains constantly and almost always has a negative response to any comment.  I don’t think I have ever heard her laugh. Oh, occasionally there is a little chuckle that is short and quiet but never a great big loud guffaw belly laugh that makes you happy just to hear it whether you know the reason for it or not. She is very smart and a hard worker. I like her and I think she likes me. But we rarely agree about anything! She always sees the negative and never wants to consider that she may be wrong.

How we look at life and how we respond to what has happened, is happening, and what may happen makes a difference in the kind of life we live. It is our decision whether to dwell in the past or worry about what the future holds or live in the here and now with happy grateful hearts. I think whether we are basically happy or miserable is up to us.

I know I drive my friend crazy with my positivity,
just like she drives me crazy with her negativity.
I won’t give up.
I am positively stubborn!
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Friday, truth or tale…

On Friday,
I write stories that are truth or tale.
Some stories will be 100% truth (or close to it)
others will be 100% tale.
Most will be a little bit of both.
You can decide where the story belongs.

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Image by Marc Vandecasteele from Pixabay

Once a long long time ago
the day after tomorrow
The big chubby girl
a tiny old woman
Living in a very big house
with a thatched roof and one room
Was eager to meet her Prince Charming
again to be with the knight in shining armor

She was frightened by nightmares
sweet dreams made her sigh
Looking toward the future
remembering the past
Time moving so slowly
all the days and years flying by
Anxious to grow up and journey far away
quietly waiting to make her way home