When you are a young child – I mean 5 to 12 years old.
You know when adults are telling the truth.
You are (or were) correct.
Remember that.
We can see a better world!
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October 6, 2020
October 5, 2020
Perhaps an island real or imagined.
I like the idea. A number of trees, a hill, a reliable stream and usually calm seas.
The climate – mild all year.
Fish gather in coves and are easy to catch.
Anything you plant grows easily and quickly.
Some bamboo grows near a cove where you will build shelter and eventually, a real home.
You take hundreds of books with you. If not the air-drome-float delivery service will provide.
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October 4, 2020
No brandy this afternoon.
This was unusual at the old club. It had been a tradition since the opening 233 years ago, that all members present drink brandy – not cognac – every Tuesday afternoon.
As a result of the overdoing of the day before, Wednesday’s always were so quiet. There were grumpy grumbles and sighs; not much conversation.
Now there’s a coffee shop next door.
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October 3, 2020
We are giving away the country.
Of course if all the politicians leave first, then it ought be worth something. Maybe hang on to it.
The people? They’re the same motley assortment you get anywhere else. The good, the bad and the ugly.
Don’t be offended. It’s only a flag.
Be you, not them!
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October 2, 2020
You gotta’ let go.
Of what? The rope.The habit. The ball. The fishing line. The lever…. and so it goes.
Vague. Often true. And then those times you should grasp, grip and hold.
Painting a beautiful work on canvas I never let go of the sable-hair paintbrush. That would have looked strange, even though I was working on an abstract masterpiece!
So long so far. Until tomorrow or sooner.
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