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"Paint me a picture, Mommy" she demanded. And so I painted one. A huge mural that stretched forever - a mural of words. Words that spun tales like my foot on the pedal of the spinning wheel as it gobbled raw chunks and twirled them into long continuous strings of oily wool.

Words that exported us into the universe as we floated on the backs of unicorns, sailing through galaxies and sipping from the stars of the Milky Way. Words that bounced and soared, skipped and tickled.

Words that crept quietly, rustling in underbrush. Creeks of words that gurgled and slid, bubbled and sang along riverbanks of imagination. Words that flew and darted amongst tall cedars and scrambled lightly over soft, spongy, needle-laden ground.

Words that crouched in trepidation, hiding in long fingers of dusky shadows before bursting into the bloom of golden sunshine and sparkling with prisms of dew.

Words that danced, played, tumbled and somersaulted. A mural of love.

"Imagical Mom"

I will take
your small hand
and lead you softly
through lush forests
pause to lay
on spongy beds
of fallen needles
squint at blue sky
blonde sun peeks
through cedar boughs
dappling earth
woodsy fragrance
bites your nostrils
make animal
cloud shapes
touch gently
petals of wild flowers
play peek-a-boo
through fern fronds
hide and seek
in roots of
hollow trees
whisper secrets
to giggling streams
picnic behind drapes
of willow trees.

I will sprinkle stardust
tickling on your eyelids
and take you
on journeys
where unicorns fly
catch tails of
shooting stars
slide down
rainbow bannisters
bounce on trampolines
of clouds
tumble with trolls
dance with fairies
laugh with elves.

Some day you will
look behind
and know
that I have taught you
- magic.

© AJC

I socialize with a group of octo---nonagenarians here at Mickie D's, where I get the endless java for a buck, and the decent wifi. They have a grand time with themselves, and I have learned a good deal just listening. Topic number one is their medical care/conditions. But in this New England town, where many, exept perhaps for military service, have rarely ventured 100km away, a lot of talk is about their and others' families. Some, many, have been here since our revolution, or earlier. Do you know tall Mary Lou? Is she a Seeker, or a Reynold? No she is a Pendleton, but married a Lynch. Our parents are first generation here, and we have lost touch with folks in the old country, so my elder pals' experiences are so foreign to me, but quaintly of great interest. Aa-V.

Lets not forget anyone, who died with many other different issues & reasons
on Memorial Day. (It`s Memorial Day, every day of my life, to me)..
Almost everyone in my immediate family, passed away from some sort of cancer.
I have no siblings now & I`m alone. - (& why I`m on a dating site even though I am now 84. I am looking for a man to share my life with.)
My son, Johnny, had no chance to start a life with his girlfriend. He was only 23,
& a drunk cause an accident on Valentine`s Day, in 1978, 1/4 of a mile close to my home. I felt helpless. What could I have done? He lived only 6 days in a coma, & I was a single parent, who had to give him permission to die because knowing, in the coma he was in...he`d never know life or wake up
I had to pay for the funeral because the drunk had no insurance.
I miss my child every day...& Valentine`s Day , Mother`s Day, & all the holidays are not happy times at all for me. It "THE MEMORY" of him, is all I have.

Caught the Royal wedding this AM, and while hardly a royalist, enjoyed the show, and seeing this nice socially active couple. But I was saddened to see that the bride had only one member of her family in attendance, namely mom. Gossip media bring up alleged big family issues on dad's side. Of course, historically, and present day, hard to beat the British Royals for treetop family dysfunction, with some notable exceptions. They should clone the Queen Mother. Aa-V.

The sacrifices we make just to take care of our family

I have mixed feelings when I read about the verdict of Bill Cosby last night. First off he is very old, second he truly symbolized the most ideal father like persona each of us had come to admire and emulate during the early 80s and on.

But in reality, I can't ever fathom what he has done and how he did it. Most evil act of manipulating and abusing his victims.

I mean, was he all that good on projecting the kind of a person as a dad and as a husband on his show just to please us for money?

I am so sad for his victims and yes, he deserves to pay the price and even that is not enough.

What a cruel world.

Girls now at uni, so havent used the club in the air for over a decade. Dilapidated and falling down, and the racoons and other critters thought it a perfect personal WC. Neighbors typically wouldn't complain over the eyesore and blight to property values, but their looks while walking by told all. So yesterday, hooked up a sturdy boat tow line to it, and using a friends truck, tugged it right down. But the tears over memories flowed--doing so as I write. Aa-V.

Have a wonderful Mother's Day.

After your 4th glass, be sure to come back here and whine.

By the end of April...if all goes to plan...i'm off to my piece of paradise...
Its been a dream for a looong time now...and just want my adventure to begin!...

My kids have to up their game...stand on their own two feet...start smelling the roses... ...

My dog is coming..which is gonna make me public enemy number 1... ....

My guilt lies with the fact that i am leaving my Mum...
She is 91....fit enough to cook and care for herself...but needs me to shop, and whatever else is needed....
The children will now have to muck in...take over this duty...

I just feel....i've done what i could for many years...and i want to 'do this'... ..