Is it time?

DSCN2035.JPG           I came upon this little fella on my walk…

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This is my banter for Friday September 20th…

Hello, to everyone:: I am wishing all of you happiness, and good fortune.. ‘I know I usually ask how you are doing’.. This is just one of those out of the ordinary thoughts.. I have to mix it up or it gets very boring, as you read the same thing day in and day out… I know I have lost my touch with reality, and I care not to give a darn.. One way or the other.. The title, ‘Is it time’ refers to going to sleep.. Turning in, hitting the sack, or just plain going to bed.. ZZZZ… I had the worst night’s sleep on Wednesday night.. I tossed and turned.. Finding myself in my usual sleeping poses, but none of them seemed to work.. I lay there with thoughts of what I should have done or said.. Story lines would run through my mind, and vanish a few minutes later.. Sometimes I get stunning lines, that I dwell on for longer than I should.. Nothing seemed to be working.. I could hit myself on the head with my cast iron pan… But with my luck I would likely drop it on my foot and break my toes, and foot.. Then I would not be able to sleep due to the pain.. I seen the clock tell me it was four forty five a.m.. Holly crap.. The greater part of the night has gone by.. My mind told me it was time to sleep, but the body was not listening.. 

DSCN2073.JPGThis photo is plain and simple.. I like it..

My legs felt heavy, and my dancing feet were making the seventeenth lap around the dance floor.. I get really upset when my legs try to keep going.. I’m not partial to restless leg syndrome.. “Is it time to sleep” I kept asking myself.. I stood on the floor beside the bed, and made my way to the bathroom, again.. As I walked it felt like I was tap dancing across the floor.. :0 There was no music,  just the sound of my breathing.. I slathered my legs and feet with extra moisturizing lotion.. I had to be careful on the way back to bed.. I went carefully, placing each foot flat on the floor.. One wrong move and I would be sailing across the floor.. I was a greasy as pig at a pig chase.. Once at the bedroom door, I turned to look behind me and someone was following me.. :O Now, how could I sleep knowing someone was outside the bedroom door.. I hurried my pace and jumped into bed.. I pulled the blankets up over my nose.. My eyes darted back and forth and my heart rate quickened.. I was not alone.. I had my dogs with me.. They would save me should anything happen.. I was as wrong as could be, as deep under the covers they huddled… I guess I was on my own.. I turned on my side and watched in the direction of the door..

DSCN2087.JPGHow the heck does anything get out of this part of the forest??

It was dark in the room, and the only hint of light was a tiny night light.. I could see the door as the dim light reflected towards the door.. I waited and waited.. I had enough.. I needed to see what or  if anything was out there.. With a can of hair spray in my right hand, I opened the door.. I flicked the light switch.. No one was there, just me.. I looked at the foot prints again and placed my foot right on top of one of them.. Perfect fit.. This person wore the same size as me.. Is there anyone here? I asked.. But no answer.. I crept quietly back to the bedroom and closed the door behind me.. I jumped into bed.. The dogs started to bark.. How could I ever sleep with all this noise going on?? I reassured the dogs that it was me, and slithered under the blankets.. The bed was so warm and inviting.. I sighed, and turned on my side to keep an eye on the door.. It must have been another hour or more, and I was really wanting sleep to find me.. I welcomed sleep.. The clock reflected on the ceiling, what time it was.. Five fifteen.. I couldn’t believe it.. Was I going to sleep tonight or stay up..

DSCN2094.JPG    This crazy looking rotten stump looked like large dog..

I could feel my puppy licking my hand.. The feeling was so soothing.. I pulled her up beside me, and she put her head on my arm.. There must have been some magic in that little lick.. I don’t recall anymore story lines, fear, or anything till I saw the light of morning around ten thirty a.m. .. Isn’t it great how the body can drift off with a friend close by… 🙂 🙂 Take care, and be kind.. This exhausted lady needs to get a nap.. Till later.. Get some sleep.. :0 :0

I want to thank my readers for coming to read my banter.. Thank you.. 🙂 🙂  Ya already know the photos are mine.. Enjoy… 🙂 🙂 

gran driving red  lips (2).jpgMAGS..  ” Is it time??”  🙂 🙂

 

 

 

Long weekend..

 

DSCN1258.JPG            In my garden grows…..

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Hello everyone.. I hope everyone had a wonderful long weekend. The weather here was very hot during the day and cooler in the evenings. Nights like this always make sleeping a little more enjoyable. In my little corner of the universe, we had a gathering of artisans selling their wares. A Festival, that falls on the first long weekend of August. The walkway along the lake, was packed with people, everyday during the long weekend. There are lots of artists that flock to this area, just for the chance to explore the works of others. Or, to have their talents recognized by other artists. There were countless people looking for just that one item that would add a special touch to their surroundings. For those on the hunt for food, there was plenty to eat, beer to drink, and even a few ice-cream venders. I think they used to be called them the Dickie-Dee. These were carts that stood stable in one area. Heck, you could even find the right size of hot tub, or Infinity pool to install in your back yard. You could even put it in your house, for year round fun and exercise. That sounds like a very good deal.. Just think, splashing around in a nice warm pool, while you watch the snow fall outside. ‘What a way to live…’  You could add a new barbeque to the list of summer items you desire. One with three cooking grills, or one that could be used as an entire part of an outdoors kitchen design. The uses and designs are endless… 

DSCN1233.JPG Two baby Robins waiting for mom or dad to return with food for them…

As we moved along the walking path, we can upon a carnival set up with rides for the young and the old. Carnival games that required no skill to win. Then, there are other games that take a lot of talent to win, or just a big pocket of money to buy that one stuff toy for a loved one.. Cotton candy, caramel popcorn, candied apples, hot dogs, fries, burgers, and ice-cream by the buckets. Frozen treats to cool you down, and coffee just to give you that little kick you needed to continue on your way. The screams of excited children, as the rides tossed them from side to side, and up and down. The sounds of the carnival ringing in your ears, as music played loudly. So loud that it made me think that there was a contest going on for the loudest noise…. Parents taking pictures of children franticly waving from a ride that will likely scar them to death. Parent patiently standing still, watching, and waiting till the ride stops. The endless trek to the next ride, then wait all over again… ‘Oh, the fun of the carnival.’ The memories playing in your head of your youth, and how you want to run away with the carnival.. The time you barfed on Peggy-Sue, and how mad she was that day on the whirl-around.. What away to find out spinning was not your thing. 

DSCN1265.JPG      Fading with time, while new blooms wait to appear….. 

The lake filled with parents and children of all ages.. The shade of the trees, where lovers sit and play with their cell phones. ‘Oh, where did love go.’ Picnics on the grass by the lake. The smell of hot dogs, fried chicken, or maybe even take out.. The life guard perched high on a chair, above those seeking the cool of the water.. Little children running away from the small waves the lap upon the shore. Standing still in the water, watching the little fish nibble at your toes… The fun and beauty of a summers day by the lake. Softer music can be heard from the voice of a song bird, as she sings her tune to the people watching in the crowd. Groups on the stage, belting out the tunes, as people dance to the beat. The sounds of a summer festival.. We are now in August, and summer is slipping slowly away. The stores are stocked with back-to-school items. No more summer clothing can be found, as the clothes have been carefully packed away. The sounds of parents and unhappy children shopping in the stores. Parents on edge, as young Johnny decides to run away from them. There he is playing in the toy section of the store. Soon winter clothes, boots and coats will fill the hangers, where summer clothing once hung. Stop rushing the winter retailers. It’s too darn depressing to even think of, at least for me. 

To all those, that go to any-kind of festival, carnival, picnic by the lake, or family outing. I wish you all fun and safe journeys.. See you later…. 🙂 🙂

I wish to thank all of my followers, readers, or visitor for being so patient this last week while I was off.. Thank you… 🙂 🙂 As usual the photos in this banter have been taken by myself.. Maggie.. Hope you enjoy.. 🙂 🙂

This past week was rough at times, and still the head aches leave me unable to function. But, I press on and try to not let them stop me. If the weather is to blame, I wish it would stop bothering me. I do feel better than before, but not quite totally healthy. I choose not to go to the doctor as they tend to be quacks, who have no idea what they are doing. I have learned techniques to put my pain at bay. It helps the bad pain disappear. The lingering pain is a pain in the butt, but I will settle for that…. Till later… I wish you all well.. And be safe out there…:) 🙂

gran driving red  lips (2).jpgMAGS.  Thanks for being here… 🙂 🙂

 

 

 

 

Papa and Nanna’s Place (5)

pops.jpg       Papa and nanna having coffee…

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The fun that the children have been having over this past week, will stay with them forever. Nanna hopes that the episode with the robber does not stick with the children and they forget what happened. Once they arrived at the Art Store all the prior events were chased away by all the fun they had.

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Within the clouds (4)

alien3.jpg                               Great artistic talent and imagination

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Aliens are created for our entertainment. I have no idea what you think, but I love the creativity of the talented artists who can take what is in their imagination and transfer it to paper. 

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Within the clouds

IMG_4626.JPG                                                       The Clouds? 

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Clouds can be a deciding factor on what is going to happen at that time. Clouds can hold secrets within their swirling layers of partial coated air.  Clouds can hide unbelievable scary possibilities.

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David JP Weitherington VI (5)

family.jpgDaddy with his children

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twoMother and her children

Five beautiful children, smokin’ hot wife. Robert had it all and his life was going well. David had become a doctor who was a physician at Mercy Trinity Hospital. 

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Bruce Blackwell (4)

Bob was so disappointed in his first round of bowling, as he sat down in a chair shaking his head. Annie had bowled like a Queen. She even did a victory dance. Now, it was Bruce’s turn, and after many years of not bowling, Bruce was nervous.

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Choices ( 1 of 5 )

There are choices we make in our lives. Some choices lead us down a good path that results in a good comfortable, enjoyable life. There are other choices that can turn your world upside down, and leave you near death.

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