I’m there for you on halloween, and all the other days too.
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I’m curious why
there would be signs
‘candy’ and kids candy?’
and then the added category of
what if the sign just read ‘candy’ ?
I’ve never considered candy to be age-specific.
are toxic extreme sour patch garbage pail warheads
the gateway into a peppermint patty?
seems like it should be the other way around.
what’s the cutoff age to qualify to eat adult candy?
is it humiliating if you’re an adult and are seen eating the kid’s candy?
is it open season to eat the bars and all ages are welcome?
do you have to get someone to buy for you
if you don’t look the proper age?
do they see it as marketing to 3 different groups
each needing their own candy sign
all in one aisle?
who sorts them and decides which is suited for which?
I like to live on the edge and went with the rollos.
“taste the rainbow.”
sunday in october
the farmer, in the pride of sea-worn acres,
showed me his honey mill, the honey-gate.
late afternoon was busy on the land,
the sun was a warm gauzy providence.
the honey mill, the honey-gate. and then,
near by, the bees. they came in from the fields,
the sun behind them, from the fields and trees,
like soft banners, waving from the sea.
he told me of their thousands, their ways,
of pounds of honey in the homely apiaries.
the stores were almost full, in autumn air,
against the coming chill, and the long cold.
he was about ready to rob them now,
the combs. he’d leave them just enough to keep them.
I thought it a rather subtle point point he made,
wishing providence would be as sure of us.
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when eating lunch with my daughter
she looked at.her sandwich
and noticed that one half had more of the ‘good stuff’ she liked inside
as she began to set it aside to save it for later
I asked why she didn’t eat the one she preferred right now
when it was fresh
it would make her happy
it would not help or harm anyone
if she did or did not
and if she waited until later
it might be mushy and cold
or it may be accidentally dropped to the floor
and then she would not really have enjoyed either half
and who knows
what could happen before she eats the second half
(granted, a bit dark and extreme on my part)
never knowing what is to come
good or bad
why wait and not live life fully right now?
she agreed and ate the one she preferred
(she’s probably hoping for a quiet lunch in her office tomorrow)
but I think it’s a good metaphor for life:
eat the sandwich, the one with the good stuff,
when it is served to you on a plate,
and sitting on the table before you
just waiting for you to pick it up and enjoy it
don’t save it for later.
“don’t wait for your ship to come in – swim out to it. ”
I stopped by a new nail salon on my way home from school today
where I met a nail tech from Cambodia
we had a bit of a hard time understanding each other
but had a mostly unspoken friendly rapport between us
the rain started pouring down really hard outside
I noticed I was the only customer in the whole salon
and the hallmark channel was on
showing holiday tv movies
the whole staff was watching
I had come just in time for the last 15 minutes of the current movie
where the man and woman met again
right before she was almost leaving town to go home forever
and he had decided to stay and not go to the big city
a special dog was found, it was Christmas Eve, in a small town,
with a big misunderstanding, the whole town was at one event
somehow it all suddenly came together and worked out
and as the final scene played out on screen
my nail guy stood up smiling and nodding with tears in his eyes
looking around at his co-workers and down at me
and it made me tear up and smile too
as we had found our common ground.
“anyway, stories bring us together to find common ground, to find our way through life together, or just to entertain us, and I am just thrilled to be a part of that process.”
-dorothea benton frank
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