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DEAR DIARY … JULY 12, 1961

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DEAR DIARY … JULY 12, 1961

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Dear Diary,

We came home.

I went to bed.

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We had a wonderful trip/vacation to visit our relatives in Boise, Idaho. I don’t really remember the travelling coming back home, except the last little bit, or the last few miles. I remember it was night time when we got back to Texas. We had fun, but there is just some kind of feeling you get when you get close to home. I don’t know if it is this way for others, but I’ve always been aware of what they call Texas Pride.

It doesn’t matter where you’d been, or for how long you were away, but the moment you cross into Texas, you get this surge of, I don’t know…relief…maybe, that you’re back where you belong. Anyway, it was dark night, the stars were shining brilliantly, and we were going down the highway, singing all the songs about Texas that we could think of. Then, as we got closer to our home town, we could see the city lights spread out in front of us. Such a wonderful feeling.

Thanks for visiting! Peace }I{

LITTLE DEVILS

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LITTLE DEVILS

They skittered away from me. They always do, the little devils. They are fast. I sometimes catch one, but it’s not easy.

Laughing at my attempts, they form little armies, who taunt me. I curse at them. I get angry, and stomp my feet, then find another weapon in my arsenal, hoping to one day find one that will annihilate them for good.

I’ve learned that they are tricksters. They have many hiding places, and love to skitter out at me…a surprise attack, only to disappear again. To look at them, you’d think they are innocent of any evil intent towards me. I know better, now. I’ve come to believe they have some kind of rudimentary intelligence that aids them in their mission…to drive me crazy.

The ones I’ve captured are disposed of immediately, but it hardly matters. Multiplication of their species is rapid, and they don’t mourn the loss of their comrades.

Where do they come from? How do they get in here? I don’t invite them in; I’d never do that. They are sneaky. If ever you look into the dark recesses of this place, you may catch sight of a few, caught congregating…formulating their plans. I shake my head, knowing they’ll be gone, if I run to get my chosen weapon.

They’ve been around for centuries…their kind. I’m sure of it. They are a primitive sort, yet hardy…impossible to completely wipe off the face of the Earth. I’ve dissected a few, those I’ve been lucky enough to catch. They made no sound, as I pulled and prodded them apart…even as they crumbled into nothingness. I was surprised. Their bodies seemed to disintegrate…a bit of hair, a bit of fluff…as I made sure they returned to the dirty little hell they came from. I shudder at the remembrance of it. I don’t pull them apart for curiosity’s sake, anymore.

I chased one the other day, though. It was skittering across the floor…a tiny one this time. From the corner of my eye, I caught a glimpse of movement. I was lucky, as I had my weapon already in my hand. I smashed the bloodless bugger flat. The only witnesses were the others of it’s kind…already trapped, and on their way to their doom.

Suddenly, I sensed a slight movement, behind me. Whirling around, I dangled my latest victim in front of them. “Hah! Look at your future, you devils,” I sneered. Flinging the deceased into their midst, I scooped up the whole lot of them, before they could react. Their execution was at hand.

As today’s invaders were being disposed of, I heard their final, collective thought…”We’ll be back…”

I sighed, shaking my head, and thought…“Waging war on dust bunnies is a never ending job.”

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Hope you enjoyed this bit of short fiction! Peace }I{

© Copyright- Barbara Spencer (ghostmmnc) 2013

GUARDIANS

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We are old

We are wise

We have been here from the beginning of days

We will be here at the end of days

We are all knowing

We are all seeing

We hold the knowledge of the universe in our souls

We are your guardians…

We are your friend

We are your enemy

We are your nightmare

We are your wildest dream come true…

We will consume you

We will spit you out

We are your everything

We are your nothingness…

We own you

We spend you

We love you

We despise you…

We will reward you with riches untold

We will destroy all you hold dear

We will shower you with refreshing rain

We will scorch you

We don’t care…

We know you

We adore you

We hate you

We will live on within you

We course through your veins

We commandeer your brain…

We give your life purpose

We shatter your ego

We exalt your spirit

We plunge you into despair…

We laugh at your hopes

We scorn your paltry efforts

We shine the light of love upon you

We call forth the abyss of darkness to envelop you

We cause you to break apart

We cause you to fracture into a million shards of humanity…

We forgive you

We build you up

We promise you

We give you strength…

We are watching you

We are waiting to obliterate you

We cause your death

We rejoice at your rebirth

We are your reality and reason

We are your insanity…

We are your infinity

We are your yin/yang

We are life

We are all knowing

We are old

We are wise

We are your Guardians always and forever…

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Thanks for visiting! Peace }I{

© BS 2015

DEAR DIARY … JULY 6 & 7, 1961

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DEAR DIARY …JULY 6 & 7, 1961

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Dear Diary,

I played.

We ate outside.

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I played.

We ate outside.

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Well, looks like I wrote the same thing both days. I’m sure we had fun playing, but I wish I’d written what it was. And, I don’t remember eating outside, but guess we did. I do remember one thing we ate while we were at one of my aunt’s houses (there were two sets of aunts, uncles, and cousins living in Boise, Idaho). What we were served for breakfast was a cantelope melon. Now, I’d had this before, but not like this time. My aunt just cut several of them in half, giving each person their own half to scoop out the melon pieces, and they did not peel it. Before, I’d always had them peeled and cut into slices. Also, I think this was the first time I’d had one for the breakfast meal. We’d only had them as a dessert after supper. So, this was an entirely new experience, for me…and I loved it!

I did try to look at my old VHS family movie films…but for some reason the VCR wouldn’t work. I was going to take a screen shot of something to add on here, but… maybe I can figure out how to play it later on.

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Thanks for visiting! Peace }I{

SHARE YOUR WORLD

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Cee’s Share Your World Blog Challenge can be found at http://ceenphotography.com/2015/07/06/share-your-world … the questions asked are as follows…

1. What is your favorite month of the year?

November is my favorite month, because it is my birthday month. I love the fall weather, here. Most times it is still hot, but you do get some cool, foggy days, that seem to get people in a holiday sort of mood. Some of the trees turn pretty colors…ours turns yellow, and drift to the ground, leaving a yellow carpet for the cats to play in.

2. Do you drink coffee at all?

Yes, I do. I’ve been drinking coffee since I was young. I’ll have a mug of it in the morning, then another in the afternoon, and then I’ll have one right before bed. I used to drink it black, but have found that half and half, or French Vanilla flavors are quite good. I don’t like it really strong, though. We recently got a Keurig coffee maker, which is super fast at making it. The caffeine doesn’t bother me at all…in fact it relaxes me…almost putting me to sleep.

3.  List: If you play video/computer games, list 5 games you like.

Words With Friends

Scrabble

Zenerchi

Cradle of Rome

Enchanted Cavern

Candy Crush/Candy Crush Soda

Well, that was more than 5, but I do play these every day…a few minutes at a time. Most are just match 3 games, and don’t involve any strategy, so I can do that while thinking of what to write about. For some reason it works.

4. What was one of your first money-making jobs (other than babysitting, or newspaper delivery)?

I never did babysitting. I did want to earn some money, though, so my cousin and I found a fun way to do that. We were probably in elementary school, at this time. There was a bath soap back then, called Sweetheart Soap. It was white, with an oval shape, and had a raised part on the front, of flowers/vines. We would get little jars of gold paint (maybe the kind used for painting model cars?), and paint the flowers. Then we’d take pretty ribbon to put around the edge of the soap, leaving a long bit at the top, to be able to hang it on a wall, or something. We’d go around to the neighbors, selling them for I think 75 cents. We sold a lot of them, too!

The next job I made money at, was ironing clothes for people. I love to iron, and so I’d take in ironing from the neighbors. I’d get 50 cents a dozen. I did this for years…even up until a couple of years ago. My prices did increase, from the 50 cents, to $1.50, and on up, as the years went by, ending at one dollar per piece of clothing I ironed. Sure made some money that way, doing something I enjoyed, and as I kind of figured it out there, I could iron a dozen pieces in an hour or less, so I suppose I was making $12 an hour at it. Add that to several regular customers each week…not bad.

Otherwise, I’ve had many other kinds of jobs, with real paychecks, over the years.

5. Bonus question: What are you grateful for from last week, and what are you looking forward to in the week coming up?

I’m grateful I got to spend time playing with my grand-daughter. She is almost 2 years old, and it is so amazing to see how much she is learning. Coming up next week, I hope more of the same!

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Thanks for visiting! Peace }I{

DEAR DIARY … JULY 5, 1961

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DEAR DIARY … JULY 5, 1961

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Dear Diary,

I played.

We rode some horses.

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Well, let’s see. My aunt & uncle raised Appaloosa horses. All I know, was I was in horsey heaven, being that I loved anything to do with horses. Me and my cousins got to ride them, too. There was one little foal…so cute…and it’s name was Taffy. I can’t really remember what we would have played…just kid games, I suppose. My cousins living there were an older boy, a girl a bit younger, but still older than me, and a younger boy, about my age. I was in awe of the girl, J. She used to send me all her outgrown/unwanted clothes…and to me they were glamorous…haha, as only a teenager’s clothes could be back in 1961. Anyway, she and I hung out together, buying candy, which we hid away until night time. She pulled her mattress out onto the balcony from her bedroom, and we slept outside under the stars (of course our parents had no idea) 😉 Lots of fun, like a slumber party!

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Thanks for visiting! Peace }I{

DEAR DIARY … JULY 4, 1961

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Dear Diary … July 4, 1961

We went through some towns.

We came to M’s house (my aunt)

We ate outside.

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A few more sights we saw while on the road, was the Royal Gorge, close by Canon City, Colorado. We did get out and look at the gorge, took movie film of the bridge over it, and I believe we stayed in another motel for the night. Going through the mountains, we did see Pike’s Peak off in the distance. Then we came to Utah, and drove the highway by the Great Salt Lake. When we were in Salt Lake City, we stopped in at the Mormon Tabernacle museum. There were mummies! That certainly got my interest…so fascinating to me, and not a bit scary to look at. …We did continue on into Boise, Idaho, and to my aunt and uncle’s house. For the next few days, I had fun playing with my cousins, and riding horses, which I’ll mention in tomorrow’s entry.

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Thanks for visiting! Peace }I{

DEAR DIARY … JULY 3, 1961

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DEAR DIARY … JULY 3, 1961

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Dear Diary,

We went through some towns.

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Guess I was having too much fun seeing the passing scenery as we traveled, to write a long entry. So, we were still in New Mexico, where we did stop by to see Billy the Kid’s grave. That was in Ft. Sumner, NM. I’m not sure how long we stayed around that area, but the grave marker was not fancy, and was surrounded by a short iron fence. Later, on our trip, we passed by what is called Ship Rock, NM. For some reason, my grand-ma was excited to be seeing this. I believe I’ve read that the tall rock formation was created by volcanic means. The next highlight, I suppose, would have been the 4 corners area, as it is called. This is where the corners of 4 states touch…New Mexico, Utah, Colorado, and Arizona. I don’t remember if we stopped anywhere near there, but the grown-ups kept talking about it. Anyway, those were some places we passed along the way to Idaho.

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Thanks for visiting! Peace }I{