Wednesday Words for First Week of November

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Welcome to yet another site of Wednesday Words!  There have been some gifted writers who have provided challenging words to bloggers who would like to try something different!

First some history: Delores at Under the Porch Light started this meme ages ago but her computer rebelled.

River caught the ball and continued, 
until passing it off to Elephant’s Child.  

Some wonderful volunteers supported this excellent site:

 Jacqueline atRandomosity;   Susan at the most…of every moment; and,   Margaret Adamson and friend Sue. 

I will be tossing out some words for you to play and enjoy in the month of November.  Here they go:

depart

lick

register

free

text

shout

AND/OR

avenue

cower

charismatic

swim

fold

notebook

OR

Try this sentence prompt:

The horse came back alone.

I hope you'll think about these words and prompt.  You may even leave your written response in the comment section here.  Or, if you wish, post your writing on your blog and link it back to this site.  That's the only way we can find you!

God bless Clint Eastwood.

 

My Twilight Years at 84

If you realize each day is a gift, you may be near my age.

As I enjoy my twilight years, I am often struck by the inevitability that the party must end.  There will be a clear, cold morning when there isn’t any “more”.  No more hugs, no more special moments to celebrate together, no more phone calls just to chat.

It seems to me that one of the important things to do before that morning comes, is to let every one of your family and friends know that you care for them by finding simple ways to let them know that you care for them by finding simple ways to let them know your heartfelt beliefs and the guiding principles of your life so they can always say, “He was my friend, and I know where he stood.”

So, just in case I’m gone tomorrow, please know this:

I voted against that incompetent, lying, flip-flopping, insincere, double-talking, radical socialist, terrorist excusing, bleeding heart, narcissistic, scientific and economic moron currently in the White House!  Participating in a gun buy-back program because you think that criminals have too many guns is like having yourself castrated because you think your neighbors have too many kids.

Regards, Clint

Make my day—Pass it on!

Revised from earlier post:
I got this from my brother, who found it on another FB person...where it originated, I don't know.  But if anyone could have said this, it would be Clint Eastwood.  I totally agree with this, whether or not Eastwood said it.

This was on my brother’s FaceBook site, and he had seen on another’s site… I went to the site mentioned by Bish Denham, then to the YouTube of the RNC 2011 convention where Clint Eastwood site was a guest speaker.  With snips and bits, this letter was put together.

 

Altho the letter in itself is not written in one piece, Clint Eastwood has said each individual point throughout the years.

 

And that doesn’t bother me.  I believe every word put together, whether by cut and paste or by his moral fiber.

998 vs. 915

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Halloween was over, the chocolate candy consumed, and empty wrappers told the tale.

Only the good stuff was eaten, leaving mini-Lollipops, generic copies and Jolly Rogers in candy collecting containers. The order had been given to toss the losers away.

The challenge began when ten-year old Lily handed me a Cherry Mini-Lollipop, and kept the grape for herself.  “How many licks will it take to get to the chocolate center?”

We both looked at the candy on a stick, judged how small the round candy was, and made predictions.  Me: 75, Lily: 50.  How long would this competition take?  Me: 30 minutes, Lily (bravado of a 10 year old): 20 minutes, for sure.

Ready, steady, GO!

20 minutes in, I had done 120 (cherry). And Lily was up to 100.

25 minutes in, I was up to 200, and Lily was leading with 220.

30 minutes in, I had moved to 308, and Lily was all purple smiles at 315.

As the minutes mounted, my jaws cramped, the type of cramp one gets after eating a bag of Sweet Tarts.

We struggled with sore tongues.  “You’re going down, Grandma…”

600 to 582---653 to 690…would it ever end?

The end slipped in at 45 rough minutes.  Me: 915 and Lily: 998.

Lily danced around the kitchen, hands in the air, singing “Eye of the Tiger”.  Me?  I went to look into a mirror.  Sticking out my cherry red tongue, sweet and sour zones in the tongues had worked themselves raw.

Rule of tongue: eat all the chocolate stuff and dump the rest.  The Lollipops are not a single lick.

The rules of this are rather vague.  But I wouldn’t dare to contest them to a 10 year old dancing around the kitchen singing “Eye of the Tiger”, and knows all the words.