We ask the Lord's Blessing

The Yiddish word is tseuris.
No one gets out of here without it.
Misery, we Jews call it.

Who thought up the rules?
Who thought up the placement
of the planets and constellations on high?
The leader in charge, known by many names,
Allah, Jehova, The Lord our God,
The Almighty..

May he/she bless your wonderful family
who tend your patch of ground as you look up
in wonder and think
When when when
when will good times come again.

Cigar Box Group holds first meeting at my house

My house on Cowbell Road.

Moo!

After our Cigar Box Group, Linda Barrett led the way to Mr P's in the Abington Shopping Center. I got a doggy bag of grilled veggies with garlic breath. 

Email I sent to THE BEEHIVE, B's group.

We had an excellent meeting at my house.

Judy was wearing black b/c it is the Jewish holiday of S'Lichot.

She read two stories, one true, the other fiction.

St Basils Farm all about horses.

and The Animal Museum.

Linda read the next in her series taking place on a different planet complete with two moons.

I read about elderly individuals and what happens to them as they age.

I processed my feelings about leaving Second Home for the Elderly while writing in the pink diary Linda bought me. 

Am glad that my new short story - part one and two - were different than usual. Air Stream trailer had appeared on Ball Road. 

 Wrote a story about it which concerned trafficking of young woman. The only line I can remember is I'M IN CHARGE HERE, by a 12-year-old boy. 

Read this fascinating essay of mine. 

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I was up binge-watching on Downtown Abbey.

Where is Dairy Queen, I asked myself. Head toward Giant Supermarket and you'll find it. Bear right. The guy behind the counter and I worked together on what I wanted and here it is

No, I don't wanna cone (waste of ingredient) but do give me vanilla ice cream, chocolate syrup, whole peanuts, and the famous red spoon.

I threw everything away including napkins before I drove home.

It was delicious! Nothing else will do.

This DQ closes around October 27. 

 Two years ago I would stride up the hill, but was too afraid today I wouldn't make it.

 My sister Donna wanted to buy one of those old houses on the high hill since her Hatboro condo flooded.

 Several pictures of a cut down tree. Dig them huge logs.

 This is on Ball Road.

Wrote my friend Helene Ryesky a letter today on my Michener Museum greeting cards. What was the name of the poem I wrote her?

Something about water and how we take it for granted. This is after watching a documentary on Netflix about Bill Gates.

DAIRY QUEEN

Thankfully I'm not allergic to peanuts
as I stand by my shiny car
and linger over every savory bite
a meal in one
though if the hurricane came long
or a tsunami or cyclone
we may all drown together
bubbles found in a hundred years.

Miscellenous Wonderfuls

Just found this photo on this website of jailhouse photos.

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Also just heard on WRTI-FM that Cokey Roberts just died of breast cancer.

Years ago I saw her one one of my day trips.

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I visit the kids at last

I called this a sliding board, which Max said he didn't have.

He calls it a SLIDE.

My son Dan stands arms crossed at the "jungle gym" which is what I've always called it.

He picked me up at 3:30 and we went to his Roslyn Giant to pick our out dinner.

For breakfast I finished his delicious sausage, two red ripe tomatoes, some broccoli and a cold cup of coffee I buy at my Giant.

The Demings are well aware of the Spotted Lantern Fly and have a method to catching and killing them as they await the school bus.

Dan takes the lead then Max and tall slender Grace assist.

The insects live in a mass on their maple tree out front.

They use some sort of poker to shake it out.

Then the neighorhood kids assist in stomping them to death, which is the only way to make sure they're dead and don't continue living in the huge compost heaps where the garbage goes.

On the drive home, Dan n I discussed the various noxious insects that have plagued our area for dozens of years, including tics at the Pennypack Trust.

Now, it's upstairs I go, to watch more DOWNTOWN ABBEY, where I will catch up on my sleep.

Tomorrow I will hold my first CIGAR BOX writing group.

Huffin n Puffin up the street - Poem: The Red Timer

Scott and I just walked around the block. I thought it would be easy but remember we have a big hill.

Then I heard the unmistakable sounds:

A garage door opening via remote control?

The sounds of A Muleskinner's Blues from the Ken Burns documentary on Country Music?

The stapling by Liberty Roofing of half a dozen men atop a roof on Sleighride Road.

Here's my fantasy about dat:

I stand on the ground by the side door.

One of the helmeted men comes sliding down the roof.

I position myself 'just so' and catch him in my arms.

HE's fine but I'm not. Since I'm wearing a dress my face is bloody as are my shins, knees as well as my shoes.

Got my lab tests done this morning and drove in the sunshine to QUEST in Jenkintown. Then I requested copies to other docs.

Dr Albert Schweitzer in Africa.

Sheryl was my phlebotomist.

Fine gal, fine gal, covered from head to toe in a paper Cinderella gown.

Much construction. You must be able to SEE as you wiggle thru the orange cones.

As a treat, I ate at Dunkin Donuts.

Photos please?



Croissant with egg n cheese, hold the sausage, AND Iced coffee with a straw.

There's usually one reason I blog.

Hmmm.

I quit my volunteer job at Second Home. All last night I was feeling sad.

There's no good photo for ya.

I usually arrive at 10 am. Got there a little late and announced to everyone why I was leaving.

I felt useless, like there wasn't anything I enjoyed helping with anymore.

Said goodbye to everyone who could speak English.

When I worked at Symphony Manor I was paid $30 per session. I only worked several days a week. The checks often took 2 months to arrive.

The Manor however was an assisted living facility unlike Second Home.

My philosophy is:  Close your eyes and allow yourself to feel sad. Don't bury your feelings but allow them to surface.

We're trying to get a guest speaker in New Directions. Yoga or meditation or T'ai Chi.

PHOTOS

 My breakfast was something my late cousin - Chez Ray - would make at his restaurant in Eugene ORE. Blubberies, pecans, cinnamon and two beaten eggs.

 The Michener Museum bag is a work of art so I taped it against the wall in the kitchen.

 What will I make with this DD bag?

Have I wrin a poem yet about my timer, which is not made by Robert Lux.

MY RED TIMER

Right in the middle
A shiny silver teardrop
Reminding us of all the losses
We've endured and will endure agayne
Love, too, awaits us
Swims in backyard pools
The sight of the hummingbird
Birds squawking in the bird bath
A family photo of Mom's
90th birthday taken out on
their front lawn by Patrick

The red timer has cheeks of red
and tiny little numbers
for Baby's First Book
and You shall read it to her
in a low and whispery voice.

Clumsy - Lunch at Mom's - Ideas for short stories

Was just outside emptying trash into the new trash can.

Lifted up the yellow top and emptied a bunch of trash inside.

What did I do to myself?

Allowed the cover to fall on my right hand.

YOW!  Ouch! Clumsy!

That's really all I wanted to say.

Gave notice at Second Home earlier today. Wrote a note to Nurse Kim.

Ate at Scott's while watching TCM.

Salad with carrots, kale and spinach, mayo.

Began watching The Fortune Cookie ... simply terrible!

But Neil Simon had a string of hits.

Scott came into the TV room and said Where's your car.

I panicked and then remembered. Someone was having a party and I couldn't squeeze into my driveway so I parked on Sleighride.

Walked over there and drove round the block.

Now my car is in its own home, my driveway on Cowbell Road.

Just remembered to continue watching on Netflix, "Unbelieveable." Fairly good. Got a great review that rape is finally being addressed.

Had a great visit at Mom's, Lynn made stuffed peppers.

Here's a stock photo online.

   She used turkey meat.

Her usual yogurt with fresh fruit,



And that spectacular Michael's Gourmet Coffee from Iris.

Ideas for stories: The Woman Who Can't Stop Eating - Carapace (about a woman at my volunteer job who seems locked in her body.

Tonight on PBS, we begin Ken Burns' new series on country music.