Category: Melancholy Thoughts
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Twelve Days With A Sad Little Tree
Ho ho the mistletoe Is hung where you can see Somebody waits for you Kiss her once for me… ~~Burl Ives (Lyrics by Johnny Marks) [The sad tree. Photo is mine.] Once upon a time, I was sitting in a small inexpensive apartment in a city quite far from where I’m writing this, and I…
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The Land of the Lost
Do the chairs in your parlor seem empty and bare? Do you gaze at your doorstep and picture me there? Is your heart filled with pain, shall I come back again? Tell me dear, are you lonesome tonight? ~~Elvis [Source: Google Search] Thanksgiving Day, 2023. New York City. I volunteer to deliver meals to home-bound…
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Another Day Another Something To Upset Me
[Sometimes I wish this was my life. Quiet, serene, contemplative and domestic. Myself, Mariam and, of course, Lassie. But, I’m not in this photo. It’s not 1949. It’s 2023. Source: Google Search.] Late morning on this day. It’s November 14 and I had just left my surgeon’s office. He saw my foot, two and a…
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John, Jean & Judy Play With AI/An Ode To Owego, NY.
Pat, Best of luck to a really wonderful guy! Hope you’re always happy! Stay as nice as you are and you’ll never, but never have any problems! May God Bless! ~~Sue M. May we always be friends! [From Page 102 of my 1963 High School Yearbook Tom Tom] [Arial view of my hometown. Owego, NY.…
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A Death in Northumberland & Beyond
“…our tree.” ~~ Anon. [Photo: Google search] I’ve never seen the tree. Several years ago, on a trip to Scotland and England, we drove along the eastern coast toward London. We passed Hadrian’s Wall. As usual, we were rushing to a hotel to make the check-in time. I didn’t realize then how close we were.…
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A Halloween Musing
“Be afraid…be very afraid.” ~~The Fly [Source: Google Search] I’m walking the streets of my hometown. The calendar pages have been turned from mild September to cool October. The weather always dictates my moods when I walk. On a cloudless day, the maple yellows against the azure blue sky can lift my soul into rarefied…
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Someone Called My Name: A Halloween Story
Never respond to a whisper of your name when no one is there… ~~mi abuela {The narrative that follows is the truth. Some ghost stories start with this statement but it is often part of the fiction. It’s setting the reader up to ‘buy’ into the story–perhaps a willing suspension of disbelief. But, this little…
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My Premonitions?
“If we learn nothing else from this tragedy, we learn that life is short and there is no time for hate.” ~~Sandy Dahl, wife of United Flight 93 pilot, Jason Dahl [Split images. Photo: New York Times.] The memory of that Tuesday morning is still very clear in my mind. That crisp autumn-like day when…
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Yesterday, Two Loves Walked Out Of My Door
One of my loves walked out of my building and out of my life. It was a lovely late morning. I was handed $50.00. We parted with only a few words. Then, around 4:00 pm, a second love departed. I was left hold $150.00. Cash. Unmarked bills. I know what your thinking, but it’s far…
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Fifty-Six Years of Darkness
[Sinead O’Connor. Unknown date. Photo: Google Search.] This is probably the shortest blog I have or will ever post… I was propped up in bed on a warm afternoon. It was July 26, 2023. My iPhone was in my left hand and I making a stab at the New York Times crossword. It was a…
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