Once Upon a Time…

I found a wonderful blog by Clarissa W. Atkinson. Great posts…. Enjoy!

The Oldest Vocation

In 1955, right out of college, I found one of those jobs in publishing so dear to history and English majors who could afford them. We were paid almost nothing, which was considered OK for girls, at least if they had parents who could give them a winter coat for Christmas and bail them out in an emergency. Health insurance wasn’t necessary in those days, when a visit to the doctor or a prescription for an antibiotic cost very little. If you shared space, you could even rent an apartment in Manhattan; with three roommates, I lived near Second Avenue in the80s. We had a duplex two-bedroom apartment in a funky old house with a lot of charm – and a lot of cockroaches, but who cared? Right above the bathtub on the second floor there was a skylight that offered dirty and difficult access to the roof. We…

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My memory is a little cloudy about that incident…

Writing 201: Poetry.  Day 5:  Fog, Elegy, Metaphor

My Grandmother was diagnosed with Alzheimer’s, before she passed away.  Even though, I have not been diagnosed myself, some days are harder than others, for me to remember things.  In my poem, I share with you, some of my foggy moments.

My memory is a little cloudy about that incident

Why didn’t you remember?

I forgot…  What?  I forgot…

How can you forget something so important?

I don’t know?

I walk into a store, after a few minutes…  I think, where am I and why am I here.

And what do I need.

Life’s journey is a bicycle ride down the hill.

What was I doing?

Hmm… What was I doing?  I have no clue.

I took my contacts out of my eyes and threw them in the sink.

Why didn’t I put them in my contact lens case?

I put a cup of water in the microwave to make some tea.

Why did I take the cup out and drink it, while it was hot, without a tea bag?

Now…  What was I suppose to do?  I can’t think…

Life is a rollercoaster,  which every one has to go through.

I think, of a lot of things, all the time…

How can I forget the one thing, that I’m suppose to be doing.

I need milk…  I went to two stores today, but I forgot the milk!

Today is a new day, I just came back from the store, but I forgot the….

A cell phone is a light in a sea of darkness.

What is my home phone number?  *I don’t know, I don’t call myself.  I will get my cell phone, so I can tell you.”

* (Tip: sometimes, it better to use this line, instead of trying to remember your phone number, when your put on the spot)

Writing 201: Poetry…

Well, I struggled tonight, with the one they call Limerick.  So here goes…

The mouse

A big mouse came into my room

I screamed and grabbed the broom

I swiped his head

His under the bed

Now his in the other room

Japan

There once was a lady from Japan

Who always looked so grand

She rode in a trolley

Sucking on a lolly

Now her days of grand, have turned into sand

25 Things I’ve Learned From Marrying An Italian

This post reminds me of my family. Hopefully, some of you share the same experiences.
This post is a reblog from a great writer: http://johannagallo.com/

Delightfully Chaotic

As 2014 comes to a close, I sit here smiling to myself as I think about all of the new things I’ve “learned” thanks to my year here in Italy. It’s a lovely country and so are the people, so bare in mind that these are just meant to be fun things I’ve experienced personally with my husband (who’s from southern Italy), his family and friends here, or stories I’ve heard from other expat friends. There are certainly some generalizations, but it’s only meant to be taken lightheartedly and provide a bit of laughter and insight to my oh-so-fabulous life here in Italy! 🙂

1. Cold-drafts are the devil. No really, air-conditioning will kill you, or if you’re lucky, just leave you paralyzed. In no other part of the world is cold air as deadly as it is in Italy. The slightest mention of a headache will cause them…

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Relationship… Hang ups…

Phone rings…

Girl: “Hello?”

Guy: “Hey.”

Girl: “What?”

Guy: “Huh?”

“What do you want?”

“What do you mean what?”

“What do you want?”

Guy: “Whatever.”

“What do u want?”

“I’m just checking in.”

“For what?”

“Just checking in.”

Girl: “Whatever!”

Guy: “Yeah, whatever.”

Girl hangs up the phone.

5 minutes later…

Phone rings…

              Which version do you like better?  Using Girl/Guy or Lisa/Jerry

Phone rings…

“Hello?”

“Hey Lisa.”

“What Jerry?”

“Huh?”

“What do you want Jerry?”

“What do you mean what?”

“What do you want?”  Lisa raises her voice.

“Whatever.” Jerry answers sharply.

“What do u want?”

“I’m just checking in.”

“For what?”

“Just checking in.”

Frustrated Lisa replies, “Whatever!”

Jerry shouts, “Yeah, whatever.”

Lisa hangs up the phone.

5 minutes later…

Phone rings….

Playing in the rain…

Raindrops… Drop, drop, drop

Raindrops… Stop, stop, stop.

Playing in the rain, is such a pain

Gloves not working, socks are wet

I’m getting a chill, I hope I don’t get I’ll

My face is wet, fingers are numb

Oh frostbite… What have you done

Shoes are sloshing, nose is running

The wind is twrilling, the leaves are blowing

It’s time for me to get going…