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How sweet it is to be loved by you

How sweet it is to be loved by you

We sat around the table, six friends who haven’t seen each other in quite a long time.   The food was passed.  The wine was flowing.  We joked.  We laughed.  The mood was light, and levity filled the air.    But then, as if a cool wind blew, the mood changed, instantly.  Someone asked the question, “How is Walter doing?”  The answer wasn’t good.  Walter wasn’t well.  Walter was actually in very bad shape, and it was clear, Walter wasn’t going…

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Close encounters of the preparedness kind

Close encounters of the preparedness kind

   My husband, Marc, and I pulled into his brother’s driveway.  As he put the car in park, I turned to him and said, “I don’t want to go in there.”    “Why?  What’s wrong?”    “I am afraid to see the cat,” I replied.   Just a few days before, their beloved cat was hit by a car, broke her leg, and needed her tail amputated.  “I am afraid I will cry when I see her with no tail.  I…

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Relaxation reversal

Relaxation reversal

I love manicures, pedicures, and facials.  However, I have never had any desire to have a massage.  In fact, since I usually ask my manicurist to skip the massage when I get my nails done, I was sure that I wouldn’t enjoy a massage one bit.    A couple of friends were flying in for a long weekend.  It was one of their birthdays.   We wanted to surprise the birthday girl with something special to celebrate.  We decided to hit…

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Walking Man

Walking Man

“What is wrong with people,” I exclaimed as my husband, Marc, and I were walking on the boardwalk. I pointed to a lady walking in front us I asked him, “Did you see that?” . “See what?” . Still pointing, I replied, “That lady over there… She just dumped her cup on the bench!” . “Really? Are you sure?” . I turned to him while pulling down my sunglasses real slow, so he wouldn’t miss me rolling my eyes at…

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Word Play

Word Play

I was sitting on our deck, when my neighbor’s five year old son came over for a visit. He was very excited to show me how high he can count. With the exception of him disrespecting the number thirteen, I listened to him count to twenty. Proud of himself, he counted to twenty again, and again. . I tried to encourage him to include the number thirteen, but for some reason, he just didn’t like the number. Around the tenth…

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