They all sat on the headboard of my daughter’s bed. Some even sat on her desk and bookshelf. Each had a unique personality, but they didn’t really contribute much. Dad after day, week after week and some even year after year each of them had taken up residence but had no real defining moments; one defining moment maybe, the day they arrived.
box television shared controllers snake into my memory humid heat finding time to make pictures with clouds .
The therapy room can often seem clouded in misconceptions and mystery for those that have never stepped foot in one. Therapy is often seen as a cookie cutter experience where you lay on a couch and have a therapist ask you to reveal your deepest childhood traumas. While for some, that experience could be needed and necessary, this isn’t the only process played out in the therapy room.
The other day, or should I say night, I noticed the black light street lights were no longer shining on the loop. I don’t drive that much at night so I had not noticed those cool lights were no longer casting their special lumens onto the roadways.
What are Lady Bird Deeds and Transfer on Death Deeds? A Lady Bird Deed (LBD) and a Transfer on Death Deed (TDD) both transfer real estate to someone outside of probate to someone upon the death of the owner of the property. The LBD retains a life estate with right of sale in the owner.
stadium lights the batter flips his bat to cicada’s cheers pale sunrise through the hazeclarity .
Several weeks ago I experienced a mess in my van. I had gotten into my van and prepared to drive to set up for a dance. I noticed the radio dial was sticky. I also noticed the console was sticky. Not to mention the heavy smell of Dr. Pepper. This did not compute until I noticed one of those small Dr. Pepper cans in the drink holder.
scattered storms gazing through a window of opportunity rise and shine greeted by an orchestra of purrs .
Saturday night I did a DJ gig for a couple’s 50th wedding anniversary. My music, and that crowd, rocked the house so much we had a black out. Yeah, we lost power for several long minutes. That loss of power meant darkness and no A/C. That was no problem though. The youngsters used the battery powered candles from the tables to light up the dance floor. (Power was off so I could not play music, but the dance floor was looking good). The flashlights on the phones made me feel like we were at a rock concert. The strange and good thing about this was there was no panic or sense of emergency.
We’ve all heard of the futility of trying to take “country” from rural lads after they’ve moved to town, and the same likely applies to attempts to take “clown” from rodeo entertainers, even when they climb the educational ladder to school superintendencies.