blogging101 – Page 8 – Linda Nelson

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Joy is when I see butterflies
I like to see and hear fireworks
Playing with the puppy puts a smile on my face
Reading an excellent book passes the time fast.
Hugging my kids brings back memories
Doing something fun makes a day that much better
Time is slowly flowing when things are not quite right
My muse flows a trickle at a time
Plugged with rocks and twigs, that hopefully will break apart soon.

Believe it or not, sometimes I miss the payphone. We didn’t hear about people driving and texting or talking on their cellphones. If the call weren’t necessary, it could wait. If it were, you would just find a payphone and make the call. I have a cell phone that I hardly use. I can’t seem to get into the mode of turning it on to make a call or check for messages. Most times I’m too busy to be bothered with it. If the call is important, then they will call the landline phone instead. I only keep the phone for emergencies, since there aren’t any more payphones to be found.
My summer has been pretty eventful this year. Not all in the happiest sense. Ever since the middle of May I’ve been out of work for major surgery. Most of this time has been spent resting and recuperating. Many weeks I never made it to the keyboard. It was just too uncomfortable to sit at the desk for extended periods of time. As you can see, I’m feeling much better and looking forward to returning to work on Monday. So much for fun during summer vacation. At least I got much-needed rest. Now I’ll have to wait another four months before taking any vacation time.

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Sometimes I wonder what it would be like to take a vacation to Las Vegas. I’m not sure if I’d like it. My worst fear would be to go to a casino, spend all the money, or lose all the money, and have no way to get back home. I don’t know how I’d explain it to my other half. I guess, in that case, we’d have to buy a loaf of bread once we got there along with a jar of peanut butter and jelly. And, make sure we had roundtrip tickets so we would be able to get back home. What an emergency plan.
Could you live off of peanut butter and jelly for a week?



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A plate of syrup blew across the road followed by the Bluejay. It’s mind set on getting one small taste of that syrup while avoiding the mailbox on the other side of the road. Bob had other plans for that plate. That dog was always off its chain in more ways than said. It didn’t matter how many times the local pound picked it up, it always managed to escape its bonds, just like today.
Bob dove for the plate, chasing the bluejay off, clenching the syrup smeared paper plate in his teeth. His prize that he wasn’t allowed to keep for long when the school bus stopped at the end of the driveway, letting a boy and a girl off the bus.
“Bob, what do you have there in your mouth?” The boy grabbed ahold of Bob’s collar and slipped the plate from its mouth. Not once did the boy notice the ink smear across the dog’s white nose. That he noticed when he saw the state of his bedroom. All his pens chew and on the floor.
“Bad Bob, bad.”
Bob didn’t care. He took his place on the bed, closed his eyes and slept while the boy fussed about the mess.

I could see Keelaa doing something like this. She can be such a devious little pup. Chewing, that’s her bane. If allowed, she would eat, chew every piece of wooden furniture. Now I keep her well stocked in chews – rawhide. She likes beef bones too. Those I tend to cook for 10 minutes under the broiler before giving it to her. My dog is domesticated. She likes her food cooked.
She is older now, almost at the one year mark. That’s next month. It’s hard to believe she is that old. At least she never got enormous. A small dog of about 25 pounds, the perfect size.

Happy Birthday, Keelaa!