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please don’t ask for extra glasses.

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it is my great pleasure to introduce you

to humor writer and fellow blogger Barb Taub’s latest book

PLEASE DON’T ASK FOR EXTRA GLASSES

it’s a rollicking tale of friendship, fun, travel to India adventure and misadventure

all taken with a tiny grain of salt and huge dose of humor

it’s a wonderful multi-cultural mashup of history, color photos,

travel tips, shopping advice, food suggestions, language and negotiation skills,

and chock full of ‘I wish we’d known that/what not to do lessons’

even if you never plan to travel to India, you’re sure to enjoy this read.

https://barbtaub.com/

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“she generally gave herself good advice, though she very seldom followed it.”

-lewis carroll

reaching out.

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one friend shares her flower with another

 

as a teacher of young children

i am always struck

by the natural way

that children connect with each other

reaching out

with genuine kindness and kinship.

 

“anyone who takes time to be kind is beautiful.”

-author unknown

coffee talk.

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nothing like a bit of coffee talk between friends

to restore your balance and make for a great day. 

 

 

“as long as there was coffee in the world, how bad could things be?”

-cassandra clare, City of Ashes

 

 

 

 

art credit: ryan conners, painting, midsommer 2019, cat art

warmth.

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when in london many years ago

i happened upon these two in a park

struck by the natural warmth between them

i took this picture without their knowing

hoping i could somehow capture

the closeness 

the easy comfort

between them

in that moment in time

 it was simply impossible to do so

but every time i look at this

it makes me feel that warmth again

just for a moment.  

 

“there is a certain phase in the life of the aged

when the warmth of the heart seems to increase in direct proportion with the years.”

-john phillips marquand

losing it.

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(not me, a reenactor, but we do have similar pj’s and hair)

many moons ago

when i lived a very busy life

single-mother, college, 2 jobs

I had family and friends over

to celebrate my daughter’s graduation.

the day started early

 somehow everything came together

the party went well

my divorced parents got along

none of the food burnt

the cake turned out

everyone was pretty happy.

as the day wound down

there were just a couple of guests left

who wanted to stay to watch

the very end of a championship basketball game 

we expected it would wrap up very quickly.

what are the odds 

it broke records and went into triple overtime?

at a certain point

I could no longer stay awake

and tried the usual methods to end the day

yawning, cleaning up, sighing, talking about tomorrow

finally it was so bad

that I put my pajamas on and laid down on the floor

 the game continued

 the guests continued

at last there was a win and we said our goodbyes. 

the next day,

I woke up went to work,

went to my class,

went to my other job

where my friend thanked me for a nice party.

I went on and on about how exhausted I was

due in part to these late guests

who just did not get the hint

that I needed to sleep

no matter what I said or did.

she nodded sympathetically

as I dramatically reenacted the entire end of the night

she listened quietly

until I finally had it out of my system and was done

and then she said,

“beth, that was us.”

epilogue:

we still are good friends and continue to laugh about it all these years later. 

 I am still not a good late-nighter and have a foggy memory.

“the guest who outstays his fellow guests loses his overcoat.”

~ chinese proverb 

 

 

 

 

 

image credit: littlejayz/huffington post

chatting.

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friends meet under the bridge

and relax into an after-dinner chat. 

“I’d be smiling and chatting away,

and my mind would be floating around somewhere else

like a balloon with a broken string.”

-haruki murakami

 

 

 

 

Ann Arbor, mi – summer 2019

each one can be true.

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two friends

both on the same kinder playground

under the same spring sun

sitting on the same wooden bench

each sharing a complaint with the other

one says that she is so hot that she is sweating

the other says that she so cold that she is freezing

both are sincere in describing what they are feeling

each accepts what the other is saying

and listens without judgement.

 

“truth can be stated in a thousand different ways,

yet each one can be true.”

-swami vivekananda