BG 153 – Font
She is FONT of reading and writing.
writing
BG 105 – Kitty from Hamburg
Just last week he had called her. She had sounded cheerful.
“No, no, no, don’t!” she’d yelled, laughing.
“What’s that, aunt?”
“I was talking to Kitty from Hamburg.”
“To who?”
“My kitty!” she laughed, “I was talking to my kitty!”
“Ah okay.” That spoiled rotten cat of hers…
“She ran off with my bead again, hahaa!”
She had always been a little strange, his great-aunt.
And now she was lost.
This morning she hadn’t come to drink a cup of coffee with her neighbors, the Nose couple, at her usual time. She didn’t answer the phone, the newspaper was still in the mailbox, the back door still locked, and she didn’t even respond to the doorbell.
Oh my, oh my.
Couldn’t he come by with the spare key? …
BG 65 – Sentence
Makes herself bigger and wider than she actually is, steps so close to the offender that he forgets what personal space means again, finally accepts the glass of beer that she had refused time after time until then, pulls the young man’s half open white shirt under his black leather jacket forward, and pours the contents gracefully over his almost hairless chest, with a most friendly smile followed by a definite ‘I said NO.’
BG 2 – Fingers
My hands are precious to me.
I use them all day long, for anything and everything. Preferably for creative projects, for caressing my love, or for holding a book I read.
My fingers are slender and pale and have to be rubbed with hand cream regularly to prevent dehydration. I keep my nails neat and the protruding edges nice and white, and I try not to fiddle with the loose pieces of skin around them too often.
All of my ten fingers are still intact. Not everyone my age can say that. So that’s something to be proud of. Life has left some scars on them, but that gives them character.
I have been accused of having piano fingers, but I don’t play the piano.
I prefer to describe them as guitar fingers. I don’t play the guitar either.
BG 1 – Behold my blog
Is life fun? Of course it is! You decide that yourself.
You decide what you watch and listen to, you decide what you focus your attention on.
Do I have all the answers? Of course not – I too just mess around.
But I do know this: those who indulge in creativity have no room for negative thinking.
Behold my blog.