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Say Nothing…Say It Often
I simply slipped it into the shredder, gave her the finger two floors down, and got out the tuna fish since, Patrick was due any minute.
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I laughed that we should be taught the language of being silent like learning a foreign language. Keeping silent IS foreign to many of us.
You are surrounded with self-centered fiends who don’t deserve you. How I wish some of your caring would rub off on them!
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Oh Anne, that’s the least of it. I’ve become like Teflon since this PANDAMMIT has hit. People are just out of their minds and, like they say in AA, try not to take it personally, even if has your name on it. I’ve honed the skill, even if I still sometimes, get a little whiplash. As always, I appreciate your tender attendance. 🙂
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I think you do let things roll off your back, more power to you! My Teflon is becoming a bit flaky. I love your word Pandammit!
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It’s getting to me too. Believe me, but we press on since, what’s the alternative. I hear scratching at the door. 🙂
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Is Patrick out at this hour??
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It depends. Sometimes he’s out all night and sleeps in the hallway on my late friend’s Mimi’s welcome mat that’s still in front of her door. It’s very sweet because, he remembers, she too, used to feed him. I don’t always hear him if I’m in my bedroom, but I do wake up and peek. He’s very cute, and so laid back. The George Clooney, of felines.
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It surprised me that he would be left outside his home all night. He seems to be quite a character.
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His dad is old, and not as quick with the door so he runs out. He’s a rascal, but never leaves the floor, so. And, no mice to be had with him on duty. 🙂
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That explains a lot. Thank you.
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Yeah…I guess it does. Guess who’s here? He just had a whole can of sardines. Now I have to have yogurt. Oh well. He’s still a guest, after all.
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Will his breath give him away?
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That made me laugh. Perhaps there’s a breathalyzer for fish. Better warn him. 🙂
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Susannah, I lived in a four unit apartment building after graduating college and also had an interesting assortment of tenants. My roommates and I once found a bucket of blood in the well between our apartment and another. The two apartments across from us were senior boys which is always interesting.
I haven’t had anyone shy away from me yet due to Covid. Up here the problem is the opposite. People are used to being friendly and find it difficult to stay apart.
And you really shouldn’t be setting mice loose, ha ha!
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You’re the lucky country mouse, while I’m the tormented city mouse. I could use a little friendliness. Here it’s, get outta my way, or else, humanity appearing to be down a quart in old NOO YAWK.
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Thanks.
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It sounds like you share space with a number of idiots. I think it is good to avoid them. (Except for Patrick.)
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Detachment is the game we like to play. It’s a real skill, let me tell you.
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I’m glad I have few humans near me.
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You should be John. It’s a good time to be a monk, or a shepherd.
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I do like champaign (Monk invention), lamb and wool clothing. Maybe you are right. I coud be a monk shepherd. (or shepherd monk)
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In your Lululemon pants. 🙂
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There you go. Stylin’
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Can’t help it. I have accessories in my blood.
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Hahaha. I’ll take a riding crop with me too.
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And an ascot. 🙂
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Breakaway jacket.
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with a boutonniere in the lapel.
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A lilly pehaps? or maybe a tea rose?
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a sprig of lilac???
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There you go. When I was growing up in Detroit we had a beautiful lilac tree in out yard. It had perfect sprigs.I’ll get one of those. (who am I kidding. My old neighborhood is not a place to visit.)
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Neither is mine, but guess what, we too had a lilac bush my mother catered to, like a baby. I can still smell it, if I close my eyes and concentrate real hard. One of my few, nice memories.
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I loved the natural scent.When the flowers were gone there were all these seeds that could be used as pretend gold nuggets. Yes I had a poke to hold them.
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I know what you mean. I think they just might be the best scented flower ever. It’s godly the way it perfumes the air and lingers, like a very confident woman who knows her appeal. Wish I could find them now, but alas, she’s out of season.
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Yes only in the spring sadly. But does make the spring worth looking forward to arriving.
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And that color purple. It’s the only shade I’d wear, and of course it was the alleged color of Elizabeth Taylor’s eyes.
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I’m glad I never met Elizabeth Taylor in person. I would have fainted dead away.
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No one was as beautiful in her prime, as Elizabeth Taylor. I mean, WOW!!!
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She was outstanding in Cat on a Hot Tin Roof.
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I’ll say. I love when she, as Maggie says to Brick, played so beautifully by Paul Newman, we’re just a coupla cats, occupyin the same cage…her southern lilt, taken to the hilt.
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Great line for sure. Thanks for the reminder.
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I’m a Tennessee fan. His language…sigh
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So many great authors. He is one of them.
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Our forefathers speak to us through their words. I’m rereading Hemingway’s Green Hills of Africa, and he’s asked, how he feels about his work and says…To write as well as I can, and to learn as I go along. It was penned in 1935, but still resonates as though it was said yesterday.
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He was so conflicted in his life and wrote so well.
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I know. I’m always so amazed.
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😊
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It is definitely a language that should be taught.
Sometimes the best thing to do is ignore and let it roll off your back. Why cause your own self more aggravation?
Give Patrick a rub for me, will ya?
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He looks just like Morris and acts like, Johnny Depp when he played Dillinger. He’s so laid back, and when he yawns, he looks as if he’s at the dentist. It’s so funny.
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Love it. 🙂
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Admittedly, there are times when I fly off the handle. But when I look back on these times, I usually spoke from truth. I guess you could say one of my strengths is to repurpose a reactive exchange into a proactive conclusion. Plus, I have a few friends who play my Luca Brasi so I don’t have to. That helps.
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Yeah, cause Mista Imma don’t wanna be sleepin with them fishes. 🙂
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Unscathed . . that’s the goal, always.
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Unscathed…Melville File 🙂
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I was thinking it, and then you go and file it away. Team work, that’s what that was.
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Yes, as Dale just wrote about WW, great minds think alike. It’s nice the way you support her, by the way.
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I know talented peeps and as such, I really should have been an agent. I would have been the agent with a soul. Which sounds great but really only means I never would’ve moved to Hollywood.
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The swift and sweet, Swifty Lazar.
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I need to get me some glasses now . .
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Don’t you dare. I actually see you more as a Leland Hayward type.
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Imma take that and run to lunch at the Brown Derby. I’ll order you a Cobb Salad . . .
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Did you know, their butter, rather than the regular prosaic pats, were in the shape of a derby???
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That’s the definition of kitschy.
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Yeah, not my 20, as they say in the Bronx. I don’t go for cute. It’s like the Wildlife catalogue with their owl toilet paper dispensers and gorilla towels with matching bath mat. OOH…Did Imma get a chill?
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Ugh, it would be hard to hold your tongue in some of those situations. Sometimes on Facebook or somewhere else online, I’m tempted to comment on something controversial but I always regret it when I do. Silence is best, often.
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I know what you mean. Anytime I say anything political in a post it seems to unleash an an army of assholes. We can agree to disagree, it’s America after all, at least it was, last I looked. Thanks for reading manifesto number 2,115. 🙂
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I love that quote, I am so going to use it, say nothing say it often. Fabulous. As for the man who thinks he owns the cat, how sad is he! ❤️
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I’m convinced when you get a cat, he just naturally takes over. 🙂
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And again, it was very nice of you to put it up on your site. It’s very appreciated.
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I am just about to share it to FB, it made me giggle and smile knowingly all at the same time. I hope you get more followers. ♥️
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I’m not on FB. Had to take myself off. Felt a little stalked but, again, you’re nice Rosie. No wonder they named a flower after you. 🙂 PS Is a Mary one of your followers? She left a comment but has no blog address. Was curious.
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Yes, she is, hope it was a good comment❤️ And thank you for the compliment, totally get your FB thing.
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I had all these people come out of the woodwork wanting to see me. People from years ago I didn’t want to see then. It unnerved me Of course I shot myself in the foot, taking myself off, being the Greta Garbo of writers. In any event, right paw, left paw.
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Oh yes! The cat owns you 🤣 I know I have 2. ♥️
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You do? Then you could probably lecture on the subject. 🙂
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🤣🤣🤣😂 I did have 5!
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Oh my, so I wasn’t kidding. I love them too. They are so sassy yet cozy, the kind of man one often is drawn to. Bad boy, wanted in 8 states, who looks cute in the spoon position. 🙂
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How kind. Thanks. 🙂
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Love it, used it many times myself! 😂😂
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