Thank goodness for AC on these hot and humid days. Fall is in the air and soon the trees will change into their fall colors and leaves will fall to cover the ground. Have a great day.

I'm thankful for AC, it is humid, partly cloudy, temperature around 80 now, calm with shattered showers possible.

I've been in Colorado when it snowed in the mountains in August, spit 6 inches on the ground before it stopped.

Wow,

Allow me? I had no idea what "tender" meant.

"Tender" means that you have to submit a price, but you will not know how much someone else has submitted, whoever has put in the highest offer will be successful in purchasing the property. Sort of like a private/silent auction. Interested parties each submit an amount but don't know how much others are offering. So there's the trade up between not knowing how much is too much but also not offering enough in case others offer more. Obviously the seller goes with the best offer.

Wow, being in the right place at the right time and having the right people come into your life.

Been there but the folks on this site will keep you in stitches and help make time fly, until you can get out and about again.

May you have a speedy recovery.

Your encouragement is appreciated.

I wonder, I wonder all the time what is around the corner. I wonder why people do what they do!

A reminder to keep writing. You never know who's life you might touch.

Forgotten how to play,

Reclaim playtime spent outdoors
think tree houses 'n swings,
forts, and hide 'n seek.

Follow the children,
if a child is to keep
his inborn sense of wonder.

A child needs the
companionship of one
adult who can share it.

Rediscover with a child
the joy, excitement, and
the mystery of the world.

Forgotten how to play,
think tree houses 'n swings,
forts, and hide 'n seek.

Spend time outdoors, rediscover
the inborn sense of wonder
Come outside 'n play

Hi Vivian,,
Good to see you, believe me you have been missed. As you see not much going on. Hope life is being good to you.

Bravo!

nice

Sunday morning blast as I stretch my arms to wake up my sleeping muscles. I got up and fixed my hair. After I put the dogs out I started the coffee to brewing, set my cup out and turned on the computer to check the weather report and current events. It is going to be another great day, no rain, not too hot, not too cold. I think I will take a walk. I grabbed my sweater and then searched for my sneakers as they had migrated from the front door, no doubt in the mouth of one of the dogs. I creakily crouched down to peek under the bed when I heard footsteps on the back porch.

Footsteps on the back porch... I wonder who that could be this early, the dogs aren't barking so it must be someone I know. I get up from my crouched down position with my shoe in hand and go to see who is on my back porch. The screen door spring typically creaked as I pushed it open. Hello...? I called tenatively to the back of the grey haired figure standing at the railing.

The grey haired figure with a beard said, "Hey, it's me, JD, I was driving by and stopped to see how you and Precious (a mighty fine mule he sold me a year an half ago) are getting along?" I asked him if he would like a cup of coffee while I told him all about my mighty fine mule. We laughed together over coffee and stories about Precious's antics as two old friends are likey to do until the stories sagged and there was a spot of silence. JD Looked up from his coffee and drew in a deep breath and I knew something extraordinary was coming.

"Olivia", he said tentatively, "You have inspired me to grab the bull by the horns, get over my fear of flying, and let bygones be bygones,....so I have bought two tickets to Paris and...I can't go alone....I know it's short notice and all, but will you come with me?" He excitedly fumbled in his coat and produced two airline tickets from the breast pocket, waving them faster than a happy puppy.

I was taken by surprise, I was speechless, but after a bit I said, "You have a wife at home, what will she have to say about our flying off to Paris together?" "I know we have been friends for a long time and you know I will always be here for you but I don't want to get shot by your wife."

Thanks for sharing

"��The roads to knowledge are many and winding and sadly,
to some, time only brings age not wisdom. Too often, the
way taken, is the wrong way, with too much emphasis on
what we want to have, rather than what we wish to become."��

TooToo true!!

I have always been especially fond of Cowboy Poetry I love their wittiness and quick wit. This is one of my favorites.

Idaho Cowboy
Rudy Gonzales "Idaho Cowboy Poetry
& Western Humorist" Copyright � 1997

Some think a cowboy is suppose to be tall and lean,
good lookin' of course with tight fittn' jeans,
A thin wiry frame with legs slightly bowed,
with his pants tucked inside for his boots to be showed.

He rides a fancy pony if he rides for the cattle,
and atop his steed sets mighty a fancy saddle.
His hat is a Stetson that's creased to his style,
he's got a big silver buckle you can see for a mile.

Oh he struts like a peacock with a bit of a swagger,
talk about ropin' n ridin', he's a bit of a bragger.
Why he could rope the wind if given half a chance,
and steal any lady heart with one handsome glance.

Now I've know some good cowboys who were tall & lean,
but most I have known were not cut to be mean.
Most know the work and are caring endowed,
this leaves little time to strut around proud.

But purdy of course don't make a buckaroo,
and it don't help a bit if yer horse lost a shoe.
And that buckle he bought can't doctor a cow,
and workin' stock, . . . well ya gotta know how.

I know a passel of cowboys and most ain't even cute,
but I sure want them with me when I'm loading the chute.
When workin the stock they don't need to brag,
they're always first to join in when ridin' the drag.

Some are short and stout and some right down fat,
but when it comes to the job that's right where they're at.
Truth is most cowboys don't fit a physical description,
To think they're all tall and good lookin,' is just plain down
right fiction.

Now I'm a cowboy who is not real tall or even good lookin',
And most of this round comes from my wife's down home cookin'.
I'm no different from most and I know who I'am, . . .
I'm that cowboy from Idaho who looks like Yosemite Sam!

Sunday morning blast as I stretch my arms to wake up my sleeping muscles. I got up and fixed my hair. After I put the dogs out I started the coffee to brewing, set my cup out and turned on the computer to check the weather report and current events. It is going to be another great day, no rain, not too hot, not too cold. I think I will take a walk. I grabbed my sweater and then searched for my sneakers as they had migrated from the front door, no doubt in the mouth of one of the dogs. I creakily crouched down to peek under the bed when I heard footsteps on the back porch.

Footsteps on the back porch... I wonder who that could be this early, the dogs aren't barking so it must be someone I know. I get up from my crouched down position with my shoe in hand and go to see who is on my back porch. The screen door spring typically creaked as I pushed it open. Hello...? I called tenatively to the back of the grey haired figure standing at the railing.

The grey haired figure with a beard said, "Hey, it's me, JD, I was driving by and stopped to see how you and Precious (a mighty fine mule he sold me a year an half ago) are getting along?" I asked him if he would like a cup of coffee while I told him all about my mighty fine mule?

Eddie was four feet eleven in his highest heels. That did not mean that he was not a big man. No, nothing about him was small...

...then there'��s me of course, all six foot one of me, who apart
from wolfing down the exquisite ginger snaps, remains the;
unashamed, villainous, "��full member,"�� who stole the diary after little Eddies death!

Great story!

Some stories are worth telling again. I posted this a couple of years ago. I made some revisions and wanted to repost in the creative writing forum. I'm pleased that I was able to bring a smile to your day.