I seem to have some time for other things besides writing stories. My mind needs refreshing, so more writing material can come into play. I do have a few ideas drifting around, But I do want to reconnect our lives and get back up to date, with everything.
The Day is Thursday and it is almost nine thirty a.m. We have no appointments today and the only thing left is to feed a couple of stray cats. Peg and Scott went to see Peg’s physical therapist yesterday and on the way home, and it was close by, she saw this little dog that appeared to be lost. They stopped and she picked it up and brought it home. It was all gray in color, had a long tail and short legs. It was a female, part Poodle and part Terror, it was really friendly and she made herself right at home.
We learned later, that she was around eight years old as she had a name tag with the address and a phone number, Peg was hoping that no one would clam it, as she was ready to keep it. She called the number and a lady came to pick the dog up. The lady was really nice and offered to bring the little dog by for a visit once in a while. The dog was so cute and loveable!
The cats we are feeding, or I should say, Peg and Jay are feeding keep coming back and a couple of them always want to be let inside, One always goes straight to the basement and the other will jump up into Jay’s chair and makes it’s self at home. The one that goes to the basement is a male and the other is a female That I call “No Nuts”
I enjoy my own writings so much, I read them over and over and never get tired of reading them. I learned that if you want any phrase for the things you do, you have to do it yourself.
One night, last week, I woke up in bed with a couple of giggling girls, an older one came in and pointed a gun at me and killed me dead. The burial is pending. This just goes to show you that you have to be careful what you eat before going to bed, it will cause you to have good and bad dreams. I have never had a dream where I had been saved! In dream land, I have fallen off of more cliffs, and this is where I always wake up, I never see all the blood and guts at the end.
I don’t pay any attention to politics, there is nothing that interests me, except maybe a new start. Cancel out everything and start off again back when one life was good and they had something to look forward too. If not that, then where can I buy a ticket to go to a new world? Most of our leaders are brain dead and no one is putting them under ground, they must be stacking up some where in this country, but where? Does anyone know where Mt. Norbe is located, as it sounds like a good spot!
Brother Walt, is back home in Connecticut from vacating in Florida, His wife and my sister in-law, was going to write a news letter about their vacation, But if you want to hear about it, call or send a message to (203)-735-8392. or contact her at waltroseb@yahoo.com Rose has a small problem with writing, All the Pens and Pencils she brought home from “Bic” were for left handed people and she is right handed. Or was it the other way around? Rose herself, can’t remember, atta girl Rose! Fly em low!
Do any of you remember that song, “When the moon comes over the mountain” it was sung by Kate Smith back around WW 1.
Sorry, but there is no sermon today, just pay your money and take what you get. Did I hear that from you ?
Coming mother,
Me “Ben”
The Day is Thursday and it is almost nine thirty a.m. We have no appointments today and the only thing left is to feed a couple of stray cats. Peg and Scott went to see Peg’s physical therapist yesterday and on the way home, and it was close by, she saw this little dog that appeared to be lost. They stopped and she picked it up and brought it home. It was all gray in color, had a long tail and short legs. It was a female, part Poodle and part Terror, it was really friendly and she made herself right at home.
We learned later, that she was around eight years old as she had a name tag with the address and a phone number, Peg was hoping that no one would clam it, as she was ready to keep it. She called the number and a lady came to pick the dog up. The lady was really nice and offered to bring the little dog by for a visit once in a while. The dog was so cute and loveable!
The cats we are feeding, or I should say, Peg and Jay are feeding keep coming back and a couple of them always want to be let inside, One always goes straight to the basement and the other will jump up into Jay’s chair and makes it’s self at home. The one that goes to the basement is a male and the other is a female That I call “No Nuts”
I enjoy my own writings so much, I read them over and over and never get tired of reading them. I learned that if you want any phrase for the things you do, you have to do it yourself.
One night, last week, I woke up in bed with a couple of giggling girls, an older one came in and pointed a gun at me and killed me dead. The burial is pending. This just goes to show you that you have to be careful what you eat before going to bed, it will cause you to have good and bad dreams. I have never had a dream where I had been saved! In dream land, I have fallen off of more cliffs, and this is where I always wake up, I never see all the blood and guts at the end.
I don’t pay any attention to politics, there is nothing that interests me, except maybe a new start. Cancel out everything and start off again back when one life was good and they had something to look forward too. If not that, then where can I buy a ticket to go to a new world? Most of our leaders are brain dead and no one is putting them under ground, they must be stacking up some where in this country, but where? Does anyone know where Mt. Norbe is located, as it sounds like a good spot!
Brother Walt, is back home in Connecticut from vacating in Florida, His wife and my sister in-law, was going to write a news letter about their vacation, But if you want to hear about it, call or send a message to (203)-735-8392. or contact her at waltroseb@yahoo.com Rose has a small problem with writing, All the Pens and Pencils she brought home from “Bic” were for left handed people and she is right handed. Or was it the other way around? Rose herself, can’t remember, atta girl Rose! Fly em low!
Do any of you remember that song, “When the moon comes over the mountain” it was sung by Kate Smith back around WW 1.
Sorry, but there is no sermon today, just pay your money and take what you get. Did I hear that from you ?
Coming mother,
Me “Ben”
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