Grandmas Goulash

I took a walk in one of our local parks today. A beautiful day to walk around the pond and detour onto a few wooded paths.  For most of us, that’s an unremarkable event. Ten years ago, it would have been pleasurable, but unremarkable for me. That changed nine years ago, when a devastating illness took such simple pleasures away from me. For someone who loved walking and nature, it was a particularly difficult loss. The road back to mobility has been a long and difficult one. Today was the first time that I have walked through the woods in nine years. To say that it was remarkable is an understatement. What it meant to me is beyond words.

He’d focused his mind, visualized a swan dive and felt himself slip into the zone. Where had that belly flop come from? Ruff!  

Lefty had known instantly that she was Right for him.   They’d won the lottery and retired to their own private island. What fable could have a happier ending?  

Destination weddings were such a pain. Fifty miles to go and their legs already wobbled. How would they manage a  wedding dance ? Who thought family vacations were a good idea? Barely off the mountain and they were already fighting over which sights to see.

Mildred talked. Ewegenie listened. She easily quantified the value of these visits. Sadly, poor Lamb Chop had lacked such social skills. 

One day, he‘d be honored as the first extreme coupon clipper. For now, his grandson saw him as the mean man who stole his school scissors.  Grandpa claimed it was the news that drove him to drink. So why on earth did he spend so much time reading the paper?

Visa? No. Master Card? No. Amex? No. How about PayPal? If you want to leave this store with the objects you desire, you’d better pay, Pal. How did I reach this strange place? You obviously sifted through the fabric of time, Sir.