Treat Yourself to a Happy Holiday by Elissa Jung
AN UPDATE 6 YEARS LATER
I’ve changed from beer to Merlot. The hen is now a turkey breast with leftovers in the freezer. The same group…me, myself and I. for dinner. New location, from N.Y. to No. Carolina. Bought a house. Lost 42 pounds. Made new friends and found a new calling… medical research…for family and friends. As you can see I don’t let the weeds grow under my wheelchair. If a ‘door’ opens and seems interesting I’m off and rolling, ready to explore.
In my head I’m only 36, that is, until my body reminds me I’m 87. That is a hard concept for me to accept. Discovered I am a contrarian, political incorrect, an anomaly and an ass kicking momma with steel toed boots. Further developments upon request.
Don’t cry in your beer if you are alone this holiday. It dilutes your beer. There are many of us that will be eating alone but that does not mean we shouldn’t treat ourselves to a feast. Afterall we are special and deserve to be treated accordingly. So when you are preparing your meal(s), do so as if you are having company. I know when I sit down to my stuffed pullet hen, sauteed brussels sprouts, stuffed potato and apple pie there will be 3 of us: me, myself, and I. We are best of friends for 81 years.
NERVE?
“THE NERVE! ASKING A QUESTION LIKE THAT!” OR PREHAPS IT IS A NEURON AND A SYNAPSE GETTING TOGETHER TO RAISE YOUR MIDDLE FINGER IN RESPONSE TO THE DRIVER THAT CUT YOU OFF. NERVES OF STEEL TO ATTEMPT THE UNATTEMPTABLE? MAYBE JUST THE JITTERS FROM TOO MUCH COFFEE? THE WORD HAS SEVERAL DEFINATIONS AND MANY MORE MEANINGS. WHEN YOU CHANGE THE INTONATION IT CAN BECOME ENDEARING OR A KNIFE TO THE HEART. THAT IS WHAT IS SO WONDERFUL ABOUT WORDS. THEY CAN START A ROMANCE OR FIRE UP A WAR.
FINGER Daily Prompt: Nerve
A WOMAN’S JOY
A WOMAN CAN BEHOLD NO GREATER JOY
THAN THE LOVE OF A LITTLE BOY.
A GRUBBY HAND, A STICKY KISS
THESE ARE THE THINGS NOT TO MISS.
THREE TIME I’VE HAD THIS JOY
THE LOVE OF A LITTLE BOY.
words, words and WORDS
I HAVE ALWAYS HAD A LOVE AFFAIRE WITH WORDS. THEY CAN MAKE YOU SMILE, FEEL HURT
OR GUILTY, LAUGH, CRY, BE ANGRY AND A MILLION OTHER EMOTIONS. THEY CAN HAVE MORE
THAN ONE MEANING, START WARS , CAUSE DIVORCES, COMFORT THE ILL OR BEREAVED. YES,
WORDS DO MAKE THE WORLD GO ROUND.
MY FASINATION WITH WORDS STARTED WHEN I FIRST LEARNED TO SPEAK AND THEN TO READ.
I WOULD TAKE THE DICTIONARY TO THE BATHROOM AND DO MY DUTY AND READ WORDS.
PEOPLE WOULD LAUGH AT THIS. I DON’T KNOW IF IT WAS THE BATHROOM PART OR THE DICTIONARY
WELL ANYWAY…
FOR 81 YEARS I HAVE MARVELED HOW MEANINGS CAN CHANGE. HOW LOCATIONS, TIME AND EVEN AGE
CAN ALTER MEANINGS. FROM THE SOUTHERN “YOU ALL”DRAWL TO THE BOSTON TWANG. THE
ORR-RANGE OF NEW YORK TO THE “HOWDY DO” OF THE MIDWEST. IT REALLY IS GREAT. THEN YOU
HAVE THE ” G’DAY WITH SHRIMP ON THE BARBIE”. “FRIENDS, ROMANS , COUNTRYMEN LEND ME
YOUR EARS…”,” PEACHY KEEN” AND DOO WOP. IT NEVER ENDS. WORDS EVOLVE AND GROW TO
SUIT THE TIMES.
MY ONLY LAMENT IS…IF YOU CHOOSE TO COME TO AMERICA LEARN THE LANGUAGE. I DON’T CARE
WHAT STYLE YOU SELECT TO SPEAK. SPEAK IT LOUD AND CLEAR.
I HAVE CHOSEN NOT TO FACE OR TWEET OR TEXT. I JUST LIKE TO WRITE. I’M NOT A FAN OF SHORTENED
WORDS OR SYMBALS AS SEEN IN E-MAILS. PLEASE DO NOT BANISH THE WORDS I LOVE, CHANGE
THEIR MEANING BUT KEEP THEM UP TO DATE AS I HAVE ATTEMPTED TO DO. ASK THIS OLD LADY
WHAT I WANT AND I WILL ANSWER, “KEEP YOUR HANDS OFF MY BREW AND DON’T TOUCH MY TOKE
AND I’LL BE FINE.” DOES SHAKE UP A FEW OLD SQUARES.
NEWSPAPERS CAN’T WRITE, THEIR SPELLING IS AMAZING, THEIR MEANINGS ARE OBSCURE. TEXT BOOKS
ARE AN ABOMBINATION AND THE COMMENT FROM CNN ARE..WELL.MY GOODNESS YOU CAN BE
ANYTHING YOU WANT AND SO MANY CHOOSE STUPID.
THE STYLE OF WORDS FOR TODAY, THAT I ADMIRE THE MOST IS FROM HARLEM.THE HIP HOP HAS SO
MUCH ENERGY, ORIGINALITY AND ENTHUMUSIAM. IT BOUNCES FROM UNREQUITED LOVE TO CIVIL
UNREST, TO POLITICAL ACTIVITY, IT SPRINGS FROM THE RIGHT BRAIN AND THE HEART. EVEN THE
THUMPING OF THE MUSIC HAS MUCH TO SAY AND HEIGHTENS THE INTENANCY OF THE WORDS.
I HAVE TAKEN THE LIBERTY AND YOU PATIENCE TO CHANGE A FEW WORDS HERE AND THERE TO
UP DATE A CLASSIC. IF YOU DON’T APPROVE…TOUGH NUGGIES, I HAD FUN!
4 AND 20 COPPERS STANDING IN A ROW, WITH 4 AND 20 GHATS LOADED TO GO.
THE PIMP WAS SETTING ON HIS COUCH COUNTING OUT HIS STASH.
HIS MOLL WAS SETTING ON HER BED WITH BLOUSE UNBUTTONED AND SAID “HI.’
TO THE 4 AND 20 DIRTBAGS STANDING BY THE DOOR, SO READY AND ABLE TO FIGHT.
A FLASH, A BLAST AND 4 AND 20 COPPERS WERE NO MORE.
THE CHIPPY WAS HANGING IN THE KITCHEN, CHOPPING MARYJANE AND SNORTING UP A FEW
WHILE GETTING READY FOR THE EVENING CREW.
MY ONLY ADVICE IS TO ‘THINK BEFORE UTTERING A WORD…ON SECOND JUST ‘SHUT UP.”
COMMENTS GRATEFULLY ACCEPTED.
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