I drove out to the mall area to get my mic stand, 🎙affirming about half the way that they'd be there when I arrived and be happy😃 to accommodate me. At the intersection, it turned 5:00, and many cars 🚗 had the right of way, other than mine, so when I got there, a guy was coming out the door, and I grabbed him by the collar and tackled him. Well, okay, I begged and pleaded 😢with him that I'd already called, had already paid, and the mic stand 🎙was probably on the counter top. Yup that works, too.😉
This story came up on Friend Face, an incident I'd forgotten.
Bill answered the phone, and a telemarketer was saying he won something and asking for his bank number, a call which he quickly terminated. Leela wanted to know who it was. And he said, "Bad guy." And he told how he would never give his bank number to anybody.
Well, she took off on that for quite a long time, about how you should never give your bank number to anybody, or they might get your money. Then she put her hand on her hip and said, "And if they call my mommy and ask for her bank number, I'll say, ' Let me talk to them. I'll handle this! ' And I'll tell him, ' No, bad guy, you can't have our bank number. Goodbye! ' and hang up the phone, and then, I'll press the Off button. That way, they'll never get the money that we need to get the things we need and want."
The horse-drawn carriage ambled toward the cider mill.
I blinked a bit, and it was gone.
Perhaps it was a time warp thing, but visiting my home town brought on memories like this I'd, quite frankly, never had. Maybe they were in the archives and sent to Friend Face by my classmates. I felt a longing to remain there in the past.
So, I blinked again, and there it was.
But this time, I recognized it was a hearse from days gone by.
There were other people on horses clopping along behind it; some were in carriages and some in the saddle. They stopped briefly at the cider mill and passed around a pitcher.
That was certainly appropriate for this time of year, what with Hallow-e'en around the corner.
Then, the caravan resumed once again toward the cemetery.
The people had apparently already been to the church, and it was time to lower the body.
But the horses who drew the hearse became alarmed as they passed near the railroad tracks and reared up on hind legs as the train passed by.
The coffin was released, and the one in it was also, as her body shot up, with her split legs up in the air, and fell to the ground below.
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Grocery 🛒 trips are always so interesting. At my first stop, I hear parents 👨👩🦱 trying to talk their college son 👨🦱 into putting a pumpkin 🎃in the dorm, like just outside his room. This persuasion attempt did not go well. At my second stop, I hear a man yell into his phone, "I tell you, they don't got no windmill cookies! 🍪 They don't got no windmill cookies! They're not there!" (I couldn't find one, either) Immediately, my mind conjured up memories of windmill cookies. These were very popular with us kids back in the day. Either that, or our mothers were cheap and pulling a fast one.
Although it's the 10th month, October means eight. American Indians & settlers alike called its 1st full moon, "hunter's moon", as it signaled winter's onset. The 31st day, Hallo-we'en, is the beginning of the Celtic New Year, when boundaries between the living & dead were thin; fairy folk were out in full force playing tricks. Irish & Scots brought it to America. We mark, with joy, the passage of the season and of time, wrapping ourselves in sheets as the ghosts we'll one day become.
-paraphrased from the Dance of Time, by Michael Judge.
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| from Time&Date.com |
