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Friday, truth or tale…

Image by Helga Kattinger from Pixabay

There was a little girl who was asked by some adults who she wanted to be when she grew up. A bit confused she answered, “I want to be me when I grow up.” Their laughter puzzled her but they were adults and it was sometimes hard to understand them.

Then they asked what she wanted to be when she grew up. After thinking a minute she said, “I want to be tall.” Again there was laughter that was inexplicable. She was not surprised that there was yet another question. Well, what do you want to do when you grow up, they asked? Without hesitation she said, “I want to be a grown up who doesn’t ask questions of little kids and then laughs at the answers.”

There was no laughter just silence and the grown ups looked embarrassed. She turned around and left the room with a smile knowing she had gotten the last question one hundred percent right.

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Monday Musings…

“Look on every exit as being
an entrance somewhere else.”
Tom Stoppard

Image by Auberge from Pixabay

It seems most people think of an exit as an ending but surely it is more than that. There can be no beginnings without endings. It starts with birth. We leave the womb and enter this life apart from the place where we were brought into being. Beginnings and endings go on and on all through life.

We continue to exit from where we are and find ourselves at the entrance to new experiences and lessons. Some look at these doorways with fear and foreboding, others with happiness and excitement . I have stood at my doorways with both attitudes and feelings at different times and places in my life.

I have found that things are rarely as bad as I think they will be and usually much better than I imagined. It has a lot to do with mindset. If you think the worst will happen you will be miserable and miss out on the wonder of exploring the world while on your journey and that would just be too sad.

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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.

Image by Larisa Koshkina from Pixabay

It was a beautiful summer afternoon just perfect for a picnic. The leafy trees provided shade and a soft breeze and the colorful flowers added their sweet fragrance giving a wonderful backdrop for the young lover’s picnic.

They spread out the blanket and she unpacked the basket she had filled with her sweetheart’s favorite lunch. They ate and talked and laughed about things they had shared and remembered some quarrels and tears. But mostly they talked about their future. They would soon be married and begin life together as Mr. and Mrs. It was exciting and scary at the same time.

After lunch they had champagne and chocolates that he brought for dessert. Well, soon the lovers started doing what lovers do and no longer aware of the trees and flowers just simply wrapped in one another, so to speak.

After a bit they heard the sound of soft marching and singing. There were high chirpy voices of little boys and an adult voice telling the boys about what they were seeing on their nature walk. Too quickly the voices were close and changed to whispers and giggles and the startled gasp of the adult.

The Cub Scouts were very interested in the couple who were now somewhat covered by the picnic blanket and the Den Mother was trying not to laugh as she shooed the boys in another direction as quickly as possible. Then she turned to the lovers and with a smile blew them a kiss.

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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…


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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Monday Musings…

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

Image by taiteilijatar from Pixabay

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!