5 of my 8 books on Amazon are both

Kindle-edition and paper-back edition available'

the final 3 are submitted to Amazon for publication

in paperback-edition; already Kindle-ready. These

3 submitted should be available tomorrow.

 

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Simple-humble? I? To wo(a)nder!?

 

Perhaps I learned by practice: Rebel! Rascal! Rogue! Rapscallion!

 

At tender age-of-eight I tasted salt-of-tear as dawned on selfish-me

that those “needed” Levi-jeans cost Dad and Mom 4-bucks times 2

for the school-year so “humble”-I might sport the blue denim-strut

with steam-ironed white handkerchief “triangle” folded just-so and

proper-placed in right hip pocked with just a hint of white exposed;

the “smart-fashion” ensemble complete with a ¼” black belt! Sharp!

 

But---no more expensive garb for Simple-I…until Humble-I could pay!

 

Self-denial builds character; I? Too little of the former; too much of the latter,

Amen!

 

Yet? Had this lost absurdity of style found an avenue to example?

 

Proclaims this hypocrite-embodied Simple-Humble I to abhor stylish!?

 

Yet, I recall the convertibles, homes, pools and horses---estates!

 

Justified!? With: Love! For indulged-pleasure process for me progeny!?

Rationalized!? Like any (Oh! God!) modern-whirlwind-whisper “player”?

 

Where then? The Simple-Truth? The Humble-spirit trace?

To wit: A Wraith!? Perhaps? Though Simple-Humble I pray not!?

 

Dear Lord! Amen!

 

 

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Day 167

 

 

BBQ’s by the pool---there were always

green grapes floating in the water

 

 

We sure enough had us one big “party” celebrating live and love! Amen!

 Every occurrence of the day stretched and exaggerated and exacerbated into an event; the conclusion to such excitement prolonged and cajoled and exploited into some great adventure.

 We “partied” all the time making any episode a delight for everyone, wringing the last tiny drop of fun and entertainment out of the possibly most mundane provocation. Like swimming.

 We had a pool and I built a bar-b-que into the brick chimney which served the home’s two fireplaces locating it on the covered patio below the second floor deck ten feet from the pool.

 This set-up provided an opportunity to prepare bar-b-que, a family favorite, while the chef cooled off in the near-by pool as the meat smoked. Quite some adventures unfolded around there like the day I “taught” the fancy-dancy lady dressed to the 9’s to “swim” with her clothes on ( a funny story) and the day Becky got turned upside down under water caught in her inflatable float (not a funny experience at all). Each of these “true” stories have been written in CJSM “Days”.

Well! When I drew this Cookie Jar Sweet Memory (CJSM) from the container this morning, neither Lady-Candice nor I could remember the “green grapes” part of the snippet.

So, I called lawyer Beth for enlightenment, No! She didn’t know; call Becky.

I did. She said there were always green grapes floating in the water!? What!? Uhn! Uhn!

As I am talking to Becky, she suggests that I was probably eating grapes  in the pool while I was supposed to be cooking---and…that I was most likely dropping them! Wow! What!? What a disrespectful thing to even suggest---even in “kidding”…and, she wasn’t…How cruel! How injurious! How---possible! That would be “idiotic”! Moi!?---Oh!...Well! Hmm! Maybe!?

So, to add insult to injury from Becky’s recollection; Lady Candice adds, “You were probably throwing grapes at them while they were in the pool!”

Ouch! That cut! Deeply! How about a modicum of “sympathy”? Help! Anyone! Please!

We did often prepare this fruit dish of fresh fruit by taking a huge watermelon, hollowing out the rind and setting aside the flesh, then adding myriad assortments of fruit to the cavity along with the red melon pieces; included in the concoction was---you guessed it…grapes (red and green). But---does anyone actually believe that “sophisticated” I…would throw food into the pool!? Nah! Come on! People! That would be stupid! Idiotic! Immature! Childish! Hmm!?

 

Ah! Cookie Jar Sweet “Don’t forget to duck!” Memories!