Sighed Mayzie, a lazy bird hatching an egg:
“I’m tired and I’m bored
And I’ve kinks in my leg
From sitting, just sitting here day after day.
It’s work! How I hate it!
I’d much rather play!
I’d take a vacation, fly off for a rest
If I could find someone to stay on my nest!!
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Angie had called in advance. I sent the dogs outside when I heard her park in the driveway. A moment later, a woman very close to my age came in and introduced herself.
Today, I will tell you a story of a young woman who liked to travel.
A long time ago in Giza/Cairo/Egypt
Many of us work tirelessly behind the scenes. We are trying to make this world a better place. It’s not glamorous work, but it’s important and its complexity is beyond imagination.
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Can I list more than five? And how do we define fun? HAHA-FUN, or a simple feeling of joy, the pride of accomplishment. Should we talk about sex (no, we should not) or perhaps just the pleasure of eating foods that give us comfort -as well as the extra pounds?
As many of you know, I started out in California. As a young adult, this mountain girl from Austria raised in a village in Tyrol with a strong population of 250 (give or take), managed to survive three years in Vienna, the Capital of Austria. The old beautiful, historical city, full of wine and castles, became my new home in 1981, and I was a proud student of the University of Vienna, founded in 1365.
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I made myself breakfast in bed. I added salt and pepper to my eggs and used my toast for a cheese and bacon sandwich. I squeezed a grapefruit into a juice glass. I scraped the ashes from the frying pan and rinsed the butter off the counter. I washed the dishes and folded the towels.
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I have a ‘Worry Chair’ and sitting in it is part of my daily routine. It wasn’t my idea, but the result of a group brainstorming. A bunch of middle-aged ladies at a weekend retreat, painting, talking, drinking, eating, and laughing. That’s when the concept was born.
Sometimes it breaks my heart a little to delete numbers because there is a human being behind them.
I spent the summer of 1991 in Yugoslavia, a country that no longer exists. As always I got paid to travel and had all extra expenses reimbursed, which is fair enough because you still pay all your monthly bills at home.
