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The invasion…

Three Line Tales, Week 61

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The Invasion

In this place, no one thought this day would ever come, really never giving it a thought at all. It was a beautiful and peaceful place where good people lived and worked side by side, raising families, sharing good times and not so good times, always willing to help one another, never thinking they would be anything but a free people. But with the invasion yesterday they are no longer a free people; now they are a people of fear.

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observations · questions · Tuesday · Uncategorized

Tuesday, free coupons?

Amy's Kitchen Freebie Coupons

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There is something I don’t understand.  Well, there is a lot I don’t understand, but this has bugged me for a while.

Does anyone pay for coupons?

It seems someone does because I keep getting e-mails telling me to sign up for FREE coupons.  And the newspaper tells me every week to be sure and get my FREE coupons in Sunday’s paper.  That says, to me, that someone must buy coupons.  If there weren’t people selling coupons and other people buying them it wouldn’t be a big deal to get FREE ones.  Right?

Today, I think the advertising gurus out there believe we are stoopid.

thankfulness · Thursday

Thursday, thankfulness…

"meet me at the rocket"  SC state fair

Today is Thursday, October 21, 2010


I had a free day at the State Fair.  Paid to get in at noon and got a token.  Left by two, turned in my token and got my ticket fee back.  While at the Fair I was given free stuff; a fabric shopping bag, a pill-box, paper fan, pen, and a back scratcher.  Also, got a free tee-shirt–it’s a large, great for sleeping in, and a metal water bottle.  That’s the stuff that is tangible and I can still see it and touch it.

But I was given so much more for free at the Fair.  The day was warm but not hot, had some clouds and did have rain sprinkles but not enough to really get wet.  I am not a Fair food person (gasp), but I did get a couple of chocolate chip cookies, and I don’t go on the rides.  I do wander around and look at the exhibits.  And there are some very talented people in this state.

My friend had a photo there.  I took her picture standing by it for posterity.  She was proud and rightly so, it is a great photograph.  We looked at the student art.  The talent of our young  folks is amazing.  We looked at the food–some really crazy cakes.

I, of course, had to look at the needlework.  I crochet and cross stitch.  Seeing the exhibited items gave me some motivation (maybe) to do some projects that I have left undone.  I may even enter something in the Fair next year.

I am thankful that I was able to go to the fair this year and see some of the things people make.  It is lovely that they share their gifts in this way.  But most of all I am thankful for the people I saw at the Fair.  All kinds of people.  People in good health and those with challenges, very young, not so young, and elderly. Those that easily got around and those that needed help. Watching all the folks reminded me of all I have and how very blessed I am.  I am one who is healthy and not so young and even with a broken foot got around easily.

Who knows what life will be like next year at this time. I think  next year is not as important as today.  Today is the only day we really have, tomorrow is not yet reality.  I am thankful for today.





Saturday · someday

Saturday, someday…

Dream #2

Today is Saturday, October 9, 2010


When I was a child, in my dreams I would often fly.  I did not fly like a bird or Superman, I lifted off from a standing position and would fly upright.  I would fly really high into the clouds above the houses and trees, or close to the ground.  I could fly fast or just hover.  I could fly up or down, side to side, and forward but I could not fly backward.

It was wonderful!  But there were times that no matter how hard I tried I could not fly.  It was upsetting knowing I had the ability to fly but for some reason I was grounded, unable to lift off.  These flightless dream times were frustrating and made me feel angry and sad.  I knew I could fly.  What was preventing me and why was I being denied this glorious lightness and joy?

As I got older and left childhood behind the flying dreams became fewer and fewer until one night they were no more.  There have been studies about flying in dreams.  Those who do these studies say that adults do not, or  very rarely, fly in their dreams.  It seems it is a phenomenon of childhood.

I have not done any studies or reading about this subject but, of course, I do have an opinion.  I think that as adults we get too weighed down with self.  Most adults dream about life things, the dreams are often silly or weird or frightening but they seem  based on life.  When we are awake we put so much time and effort pursuing the dreams of what we want in life that when sleeping we are bogged down with that reality.  We let our responsibilities and concerns and worries into our sleep and we are unable to dream with abandon.

I have flown in my dreams a few times in the last couple of years.  The flying does not take me as high or far as when a child.  It seems instead of just enjoying the flight I start to analyze it.  How adult of me, how unchild like.

Adults want to know everything about what is happening, the what and why and how of things, we cannot just dream.  Children know that the what and why and how of dreams are the details.  They know it is the big picture that is important, the dreaming and being in the dream, just the doing of the dream.

The fact that I have flown in my dreams occasionally as an adult is encouraging to me.  Maybe the older I get the freer I will become and I will once again fly in my dreams like a child.

I think, someday, my dreams will again be light and filled joy every night.