Month: January 2016

Resolutions Schmesolutions

Well, yes…you actually ARE a fabulous feline! I enjoyed this so much, probably because I know someone who can relate. My life’s joy is to watch my human struggle with pretty much all the things you mentioned, but most especially housework and exercise. I mean, she has not vacuumed around my scratching post in days! I mean, really…is that so hard to do?

Myths of the Mirror

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I’m never successful at sticking with my New Year’s Resolutions. Apparently, I’m not terribly resolute, an embarrassing situation since I expect self-sacrificing fortitude from my characters. They shake their heads at me while I give them a sheepish smile, hoping for pity. I’m a writer; I don’t have time for exercise. What do they expect?

Yeah, the old “exercise resolution” gets me every time.

Part of the problem, I’ve decided, is that my resolutions are far too grandiose. I overestimate my self-discipline. Not that I struggle with willpower when the task is something I want to do – like write. My self-discipline falters when it comes to things I don’t want to do… basically everything domestic… and exercise.

But I want to be resolute. I want to accomplish my goals.
Maybe the secret is to make them easy to achieve!

So, here they are:

1. Exercise 10 minutes a day.

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No Earthly Good

Don’t judge.

Andrew Joyce

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At dinnertime we talked about Charlie. He was somethin’ else. People always said that he was of no earthly good, but Charlie showed us all.

Daddy shook his head, and as he cut his meat, he said, “You believe that about Charlie?” No one answered; sister started to cry.

I grew up with Charlie. He was the first boy that I ever did kiss. Him, brother, and I would go swimming down to the swimming hole in the summertime. I think sister was sweet on him, but she never said nothing ’bout it ’cause momma always said Charlie was a bad sort.

Charlie’s people came from back up in the hills. He never wore store-bought clothes and his hair was always a mite too long. But his smile . . . his smile . . . would brighten anyone’s day.

Charlie died today.

He was down to the highway, walking…

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Bobby the Big Blue Bunny

Andrew Joyce

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Bobby, the Big Blue Bunny wasn’t always big, and he wasn’t always blue. However, he had always been Bobby, at least for as long as he could remember.

When he was only a white bunny, Bobby used to live in the woods with his other bunny friends. His closest friends were Homer, Janice, and Tommy. They would play together every day. They would play many games, but their favorite was hide-n-seek. That was ever so much fun.

One day, Bobby decided that he was going to be the champion hide-n-seek player of all time. He would hide so well that no one would ever find him. Not even Janice who was the best hide-n-seek player in the whole wide world!

On that day, as Janice covered her eyes and counted to one hundred, Tommy and Homer hid in their usual places. But Bobby went deep into the woods, farther than…

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Ry Cooder, Elton John, Solomon Burke & Jim Reeves: ‘He’ll Have To Go’

Fantastic post! Listening as I type to Solomon Burke’s rendition and swaying in my head. Thank you!

The Immortal Jukebox

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Oceans and oceans of emotion have flowed through the telephone wires buzzing above your head. Think of all the announcements.

I’ve passed my exams!

I’ll be home for Christmas!

We are going to get married!

It’s a Girl!

We did all we could but I’m sorry to tell you that …..

There was a time, centuries and centuries, when announcements like that came by letter or were delivered face to face. The invention of the telephone allowed direct personal communication at great distance bringing the disembodied voice right into your ear and mind.

And, humans being human the telephone has been used for every virtuous and nefarious purpose imaginable.

Right now someone is planning to call you with the aim of draining your bank account.

Right now someone is patiently listening to a tortured soul who thinks life isn’t worth living anymore and assuring them that there…

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