Author: Jim McDonald

Your three words, my little story 8-12-16

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Jeanette’s words: skyscraper, scooter & dumpster

She was an adventurous young woman, but not enough to get a Harley. Her little SCOOTER was all the speed and weight she wanted to handle. She didn’t need anymore to get around her home town of Sloan. Her cute little open faced helmet put just enough air in her face to wake her up every morning. Great on gas and the basket hanging off the handle bars were normally enough to carry her groceries home.

While getting on her scooter behind the Doctor’s office she noticed something strange. On the other side of the DUMPSTER was a pair of shoes and they were on a pair of feet. When she went closer she stayed on her bike, because she could drive faster than run if she had to.

It looked like her friend Wally, but he was on vacation somewhere out in the desert. The body had scrapes, bruises and blood everywhere and it looked like it was thrown off of a SKYSCRAPER. However the closest building that could be considered a skyscraper was in Wilson and that was only a five story building.

She had no desire to get any closer, so she went back inside to get the doctor and call the sheriff. Doctor George came out with her and knelt over the body to check his pulse. They were waiting on the sheriff, when Betty walked toward the dumpster carrying a bag of garbage from the dinner. She saw the commotion and said, “what’s going on?”

Jeanette said, “this man is dead.”

“Who?”

How ya like my hat? Hughesville (true story)

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How ya like my hat? Hughesville (true story)

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We moved to Hughesville from Lanham in ’65. The post office was at the center of town and if you blinked you would miss it. I attended fifth grade , played Pony League baseball, played Colt League baseball and met my first girl friend there. I lived on that farm till I married Mickey in ’72.

 

Our little town never had hats back then, so when I saw this hat at a yard sale my heart dropped to the pit of my stomach. Two dollars bought this one and another similar one it. The “H” does stand for a Hughesville softball team. Too cool.

 

This picture was taken about a year and a half ago at the local Bed, Bath and Beyond. A guy that worked there took several pictures for me. When I was explaining to him that I wanted the pictures for my, “How ya like my hat?” gig, it was very apparent to me that he didn’t care.

 

Past, present & plans 8-11-16

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Past

One of my cousin’s told dad that I was smoking and that brought on the talk. My immediate thought was, who squealed? Dad was very understanding and had a very gentle way of talking about it. However, only being nine it was easy to be scared of dad, but easier to be scared of the cancer he told me about. I had just started, so it wasn’t hard to quit.

Present

Today I was asked to sit on the board of the local Christmas in April organization. I feel truly honored. I asked my friend what would my duties be and he said in short, I would be an idea man. That’s right up my alley any more, especially since I have forty plus years experience in the construction field. This is a good way for me to stay in my trade of choice now that I’m disabled and can’t work in it.

Plans

I still didn’t walk today, but I think talking or writing about it will help keep me from ignoring it. I can very easily sweep it under the rug and bury my head in the sand.

Your three words, my little story 8-10-16

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Martie’s words: finger, pickles & munchkins

Martie and her boyfriend were lounging on the couch, while her thoughts went to a wet willy. All of a sudden a familiar advertisement came on the television about, “The Wizard of Oz.” She remembers watching this show every year as a kid, the lions and tigers and bears, oh my, would scare her. Often she reminisces how beautiful Glinda was, which was the good witch of the north. However, what really tickled her was the interaction between Judy Garland the MUNCHKINS. She couldn’t stop laughing at the sound of their high pitched voices. She often wondered if they were children or midgets.

Her boyfriend turned to the left to get his water, when she made her move. She licked her right pinkie FINGER and stuck it deep into his right ear then wiggled it. He jumped away and yelled, “I hate it when you do that.” He dropped his water bottle turned to stick both hands in her underarms.

She screeched, “No, please stop! I won’t do it again! Pl, pl, please!”

“You say that all the time, then you…. Crap, my ear’s all wet.”

“Well it’s better than when you stuck those PICKLES in my nose. I still owe you for that.”

“Yeah, that was funny.”

Past, present & plans 8-9-16

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Past, present & plans 8-9-16Past

It took me two years to pass third grade and the very same year my brother failed second grade. Years later I wondered if something happened at home that affected the both of us. I remember the school talking to mom & dad, but we weren’t privy to the conversation. We both passed the next year, while still in the same school. I have no idea what may or may not have happened. Probably best to let it go.

Present

Yesterday was pretty busy. Had three doctor appointments: the first was with my Podiatrist to pick up my new diabetic shoes, thanks to my insurance company. Second was my Psychiatrist to get my script for my depression meds and thirdly was my Therapist for my depression. Between the foot and head doctors I stopped off at a friend’s to try and help him with his phone. Ran two more errands then hung out at Starbucks until a 5:30 meeting with some friends. My money is never good, so I try to put as many things on one day to save on gas. None of these were physically hard, but it still caused havoc with my COPD. So today I did nothing but rehab.

Plans

I want to start walking even if it’s only for five minutes a day and increase it from there. It’s so easy to plan something, but much more difficult to follow through with it.