Today is: Handwriting Day

Board, Chalk, Stumble, Dance, Stand Up

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This is pretty cool…from: Astronomy Picture of the Day

The Milky Ring

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Sandi…a short story

Light Bulb Beside Books on Shelf

The used bookstore was dim and smelled unpleasantly of old books.  But she went there everyday and stayed from morning until closing.  The owners were so used to seeing her, they brought her a donut and juice each morning, since she was always leaning against the door, waiting for them.

It’s not that she didn’t have anything else to do, and it wasn’t because she loved bookstores.  It’s just that if she wanted to break the curse, she had to find the right book, and the scrap of paper that was hidden inside of it.  She hated curses.  Some of them took a long time to break.

If people only knew how much magic was being thrown around, right in front of them.  How spells and curses, sometimes missed their mark and landed on some guy who just stopped by to pick up a cheese danish.

Sandi was a null.  Magic didn’t stick to her, that’s why she was in high demand and never stopped working.  She liked her job.  But this last curse was complex and woven with many threads.  One thing always lead to another.

Then she found a clue, which led her to the bookstore.  Supposedly, the last thing she needed to know, was written on a scrap of paper and hidden in a book.  She’d already been searching the shelves for two weeks, without any luck.  The task was beginning to feel impossible.

She was in the mystery section when she saw a small book, wedged behind the neat row of books in front of it.  She pulled it out and looked at it.  The cover was stained, the pages yellowed.  She sat on the floor and gently flipped through it.  Then she went through it again.  She was ready to put it back, when she noticed that the paper on the inside of the front cover, wasn’t lined up properly.  She pulled out her pocket knife and carefully separated the paper, from the backing.  And there it was, a single slip of torn parchment, filled with ruins and look away spells.  Right in the center, was was the word she been looking for.  She quickly shoved the paper into her pocket and went to the front desk.

“Finally,” said Tom.  “You found something.  I was beginning to wonder if it would ever happen.”

“How much?” she asked, laying the book on the counter.

He ran it over the scanner and frowned.  “Hmmmm,” he said, softly, typing on his computer. “This book is not in our inventory.”

“Well, make up a price,” she said.

“I can’t do that,” he said.

“Why not?  You own the shop, you can do whatever you like.”

“That’s true,” he said, grinning at her.  “Five bucks,”

She put a twenty on the counter, and thanked him for all the juice and donuts.

“Aren’t you coming back?” he asked, as she headed for the door.”

“I found what I was looking for,” she said, waving at him.

“Well, see you around,” he said, putting the twenty into the drawer.

“Who were you talking to?” asked Carlie, coming down the stairs.

“Sandi.  She finally found what she was looking for.”

“Really,” said Carlie, softly, looking toward the door.  “And what was that?”

“Some old book that wasn’t in our records.”

“And you sold it to her?”

“Sure, why not?”

Carlie turned and walked toward the door.  She didn’t want Tom to see that her eyes had turned blood red.

 

 

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I’m sorry. Please forgive me. I promise…I’ll never say that again. Everyone can be hurt with words.

romanticfatman
Pixabay

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The Conversation…

Cat, Pet, Animal, Tabby Cat

“Guess what,” she said, excitedly.

“I give up.”

“President Biden is getting a CAT!”

“Because of your letter?”

“No.  Just because he wants a cat.”

“Are you positive?”

“Yes.”

“Paw swear?”

“What?”

The cat held up his paw.  “Do it,” he said.

She crooked her little finger and they touched paw to pinky.

“I didn’t know that was a thing with cats,” she said, putting treats down next to his dish.

“Of course it’s a thing,” said the cat.  “Are you sure he’s getting a cat?”

“Definitely.”

“Well, I’m happy he’s doing the right thing.  Diversity is diversity.  The cat will keep the German shepherds in line.”

“I’m sure that’s true,” she said, seriously.  “So?  You and Jinx spent time with Tippy.  How did it go?” she asked.

The cat stretched and yawned.  “He seems happy with your friend.  He said she’s good to him and lets him sleep on the bed with her.”

“I knew that,” she said.

“Here’s the thing.”

“Yes?”

“We want him to stay over night at your place one Saturday a month, and we want visiting rights.”

“Seriously?”

“That’s the deal,” he said.

“Or what?”

“We will dognap him.”

“Why?”

“He’s still our dog.”

“No.  He’s not,” she said.

“He said he was.”

“He did?”

“Why would I lie?” asked the cat.

“I’ll ask my friend.”

“Don’t ask her.  Tell her.  Those are our demands.”

“Your demands?”

“You gave away something that wasn’t yours to give.  Now you have to fix it.  Tip said he was okay with that plan.”

“Why do you keep calling him Tip?”

“He asked us to call him Tip.”

“Oh.”

“Get back to me aqayc.  How’s the new government?”

“Wait, what does aqayc mean?”

“As quick as you can.  Everyone knows that.  Well, everyone but you, obviously.”

“It’s asap, as soon as possible.”

“That’s really stupid.”

“The government is great, except for the republicans.  They are still the same hateful, controlling and greedy people they were before.   The guys involved in the riot, are still in the House, talking and voting .”

“Good luck getting them out.”

“They should already be out.”

“Doesn’t mean it will happen,” he said.

“Then we will know that some people are above the law, and those people aren’t us.”

“Surely you knew that.”

“I did, but let’s change the subject.”

“We saw the celebration show.  All the cats liked John Legend.”

“No kidding.”

“His song started with, Birds flying high, so what’s not to like?”

“I love him and that’s one of my favorite songs.”

“Will you bring a bird to me?”

“Grrrrrr.”

He snickered.  “The poet rocked during the swearing in ceremony.”

“She really did.”

“Cats like poetry.  There are poets among us, you know.”

“I didn’t know, but that’s wonderful.”

“The Fireworks were great.”

“Hey,” said Jinx, head butting her calf.

“Hi, sweet one,” she said, reaching out to pet him.

“So, you know about Tip staying over one night a month, and we get visiting rights?”

She sighed.  “I do.”

“He misses us,” said Jinx, between mouthfuls.

“He does?” she said, surprised.

“You seem surprised.”

“Well, I…”

“Please let us know when the arrangements have been made, aqayc.”

“Right,” she said, and sighed again.

“He was our…”

“…dog. Yes.  I know.”

“You shouldn’t have…”

“…given him away.  Yes.  I know.”

“Thank you for the food,” said Jinx.  “I’m needed somewhere else.”

“You’re welcome and be careful.  I love you.”

“I love you too,” he said, making a mad dash down the street.

“I thought you loved me,” said the cat.

“I do.  I love Jinx too.  I love all of you.”

“So it doesn’t mean anything when you say it, because you love everyone.”

“That’s not true.”

“Yes, it is,” said the cat. “It’s like everyone getting a trophy, even if they didn’t show up.  It’s a blanket statement and includes everyone, which negates it completely.”

“No it doesn’t.”

“Yes it does.”

“I can love all of you.”

“You can,” he said.  “But then I’m not the cat of your heart.”

“What?”

“I’m either your heart cat, or just one of the masses you care about.”

“What’s a heart cat?”

“The cat you love the most.  The one you think of all the time.  The cat who lives inside your heart.”

“But that is you,” she said, kissing his face.  “You are the cat of my heart.”

“Okay then,” he said.  “I’m glad we got that straightened out.”

“So am I.”

“You better go make arrangements for Tip.  The others are waiting for the results.”

“You just want to take a nap,” she laughed.

“That too.”

She kissed him, petted him, and whispered that she loved him and that he was definitely the cat of her heart.  Then she picked up her tote and walked away.

He watched her go and whispered, “I knew that.  I just wanted to make sure you knew it too.”  Then he closed his eyes and thought of rabbits.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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Today is: National Pie Day

Pie, Cherry, Cherry Pie, Sweets, Food

 

Pixabay

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A sea of gold…a poem

Silhouette of Boat on Water during Sunset

floating
on a sea of gold
in a world
suddenly brighter
one must never think
a break in the clouds
will last forever
all we can do
is enjoy the light
as we float
through it

 

Lukman Hakim Yusoff
Pexels

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The orange one attempted to REWRITE history in favor of white supremacists just before he left…the republicans helped him do it. More lies.

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Street Art by Captain Kris (1) – City of Colours 2016 — TAB54

Street Art by Captain Kris (1) – City of Colours 2016 — TAB54
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“However much you deny the truth, the truth goes on existing.” ~ George Orwell — A Pondering Mind

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