Barbara J. HambyAuthor & Poet |
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Little Old Lady Out of a JobI just visited with my little neighbor across the street. She has been out of a job since the end of last year. After spending several weeks with her daughter and son-in-law, she is actively seeking employment. When she called the employment office, a man who answered asked her date of birth. When she told him 1918, he… click here to continue February, 06th, 2005 It’s Only a Piece of PaperI carried a stack of papers out to the dining room, where I could sort them and watch T.V. (or listen to it) simultaneously. That stack has been tucked in a closet since I moved back in here slightly over a year ago. I intended to reduce it by at least half of its height. That didn’t happen. February, 05th, 2005 Clutter MutteringsStraightening closets always makes me feel virtuous. I would feel like a saint if I could actually keep them neatly organized. Today I got all my jackets out of the guest closet so that guests might actually be able to hang up their coats. Then I managed to tidy half of the double closet in my office. The triple closet… click here to continue February, 04th, 2005 NicknamesNot much in the mood for writing tonight. After back-to-back treatments from my chiropractor and physical therapist, my body feels a little beaten up. I won’t be going back for more physical therapy unless my shoulder doesn’t continue to improve. After a scheduled mammogram, I should be off the doctoring kick for a while. The chiropractor’s… click here to continue February, 03rd, 2005 A Lazy Groundhog’s DayApparently the Microsoft Word program on my computer decided to sleep through Ground Hog’s day. Ignoring all the publicity about today, it brought up yesterday’s date when I started writing this. I probably confused it by not getting dressed today. I took a not-really-sick, but slightly under the weather day. I skipped my writing class and took a nap in… click here to continue February, 02nd, 2005 A Different Sort of HummerIt’s probably been about sixty years now that I’ve had song lyrics running through my head a lot of the time. I knew most of the words to the Top 40 (My Hit Parade hits) in the 1940’s. Most of them I still remember. I remember a lot of the hymns and some of the cantatas we sang in church… click here to continue February, 01st, 2005 |