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Senseless Sunday Sarcasm : Pollen

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I’m told there are 4 seasons in Florida.  But this isn’t quite accurate.  There are more than 5 seasons, and they overlap. At this moment, it’s pollen season, a time when your nose… Continue reading

Why I like my children as well as love them

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I believe parental perception changes over time.  It’s not an easy metamorphosis.   I’ll never forget the day my daughter refused to let me go out with her anymore, when she went bar-hopping with… Continue reading

36 years ago, my sister taught me this…

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If you’re not into touchy-feely stuff, skip down to the bullet points.  As long as you *like* my post, I’m not going to know you ignored the first half of it. My sister… Continue reading

Traffic

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At least twice a year, I go to St. Augustine, Florida to see my doctors.  This year, I couldn’t get my usual 10:00.  When you have an urgent issue and the next available… Continue reading

Senseless Sunday Sarcasm : Time change

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I’m being lazy today, so I copied a post I wrote in November of 2018. If it looks familiar, you now know why. I’m glad I copied it — I didn’t realize just… Continue reading

Worthless today

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I wonder if this should be a country music ballad? Worthless today. So much to do, but my cat’s in the way. What can I say… my mind is astray and I cannot… Continue reading

JOELLE’S TALES: FIRST THURSDAY OF THE MONTH #TMAT120 #WRITING #PROMPT FOR MARCH 7, 2019

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PLEASE participate It’s not like I’m asking you to give a cat an enema.   TELL ME A TALE IN (EXACTLY) 120 WORDS     Welcome to MARCH 7!   Today’s prompt is:  A funny… Continue reading

Rant : Tired

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Ever get to that point in life…where you’re just flat-out, been-through-ther-ringer…TIRED?  Tired of cats drinking water out of your cup while you type on a substandard keyboard that makes your fingers cramp? Tired… Continue reading

Poet’s block?

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The occasional poet wanders a barren hallway searching rooms…finding  walls white, without…without mirrors, beds, elegance. . Eyes open, curling cats sleep away their meals as I starve within desolate white walls, searching for… Continue reading

Magic : just another word for “I don’t know what the hell it is.”

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And now for a (drum-roll) bit of Senseless Weekend Sarcasm. MAGIC. I see that word thrown around like fairy dust in a P. Pan movie. One of my favorite SciFi writers said it… Continue reading