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Happy Wednesday folks!
For more Costa Rica adventures and other surprises visit my first blogosphere At tropicalaffair where you can find 6 years of blogging before starting this space! Meanwhile…
Happy Wednesday folks!
And I thought I would share it with you.
For #1linerWed
”This is not even one of your favorite songs!” That’s what I keep saying to my Mom who passed away when I was 21 years old. Over the years I have felt certain she was speaking to me at different times through music and other little signs. But, no. I don’t recall her ever particularly liking this tune.
Still, it has been running through my head incessantly for three days. No, I haven’t heard it on the radio or been watching any infommercials on 50’s and 60’s collections. I am also running through my mental list of other dearly departed and still-nothing. Of course how well do we often know anyone? Now it is time for a purge because I really don’t care for this tune playing all the time on constant repeat. So, here you go. Now you can have it stuck in your head too. Welcome to ‘top 40 purgatory’!
Okay, well, now that I’ve listened to the intro. I just realized it must be Mom. I was born in 1959. I love you too, Mom! Thanks. I think. 😏
You’ve really got a hold on me. 💕
Many of you may recognize the phrase in my title, especially if you are an avid hiker, jogger or cyclist, like my blogging friend Mary.
It makes a lot of sense, especially considering many people are lost in their thoughts, listening to music or perhaps even enamoured of the beautiful world around them as they walk or run…or push strollers, wheelchairs and try to reign in pets.
We had to stand and wait about ten minutes to get a shot without half a dozen people. I love people. I work with them every day. But people out of doors can be, well, very non civilized at times.
The thing I take issue with is that, in my recent experiences, these cyclists often shout this phrase more like a command than an alert, they never are prepared to stop on a dime, nor do they make any attempt to ever slow down. It is as if the world might stop and spin the other way if anyone or anything broke their cycling stride.
I’m sorry. That is just rude. To make matters worse they fly by within a hair’s breath of you. (I swear I can smell their breath too). Seriously, what if one of them should be coming up “on the left” of a seriously deaf person.
We recently hiked a beautiful paved trail near where we live, but I doubt we will go back. There was not a five minute stretch that we weren’t having to climb to the grassy curb due to convoys of cyclists, all shouting,
“On your left!”
It’s kind of hard to stay in a Zen Zone when you fear for your safety. What say you about this dilemma, Mary?
Happy Wednesday. This post is brought to you by Linda Hill’s One Liner Wednesday prompt. Visit her blog page for more details.
Happy Hump Day everyone!
For wherever two or more of you is gathered in the name of Love, there is a church….
There were many others in this ‘congregation’, enjoying the beauty of the Earth. The blue canopy above, the path strewn with Winter’s discards, and the feel of coming Spring in the air was spiritual in every way. I can think of no greater moment of worship for me personally. And I thank God for every breath I take. There is love in all that exists if we only take a moment to see it.
This OneLinerWednesday post is sponsored by Linda Hill.
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Happy Hump Day all.
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