Hoorah, I've made it to the Big Time --- being posted with Lucy's Tryin Not to Come Undone!!! I can't be in better company!

1. My very first memory of elementary school was being a butterfly on May Day. I can remember so vividly wearing my paper insect wings, which I made, and twirling around in the school yard. Ah, that was a special day --- full of my interpretive dance of the butterfly. Everyone said I nailed it! I still enjoy a little drama.

2. Another early memory from school was as I was waiting with friends for the bell to ring, a dog was playing us. All of a sudden this dog hiked up his leg and peed all over me! I must have had "that" look that somehow the doggie thought it was okay. Everybody ran away and there I stood soaked in urine. A kind teacher took me inside, washed me off and called my Mom who brought me a change of clothes.

3. After first grade I was savvy enough to know I wanted to be an artist when I grew up. As a young entrepreneur, I began charging friends and enemies five cents for a drawing. I wasn't taking their milk money --- they were giving it to me for my artwork! That's when I decided being an artist would be pretty cool.

4. Swinging was one of my first loves! Oh, I could pump those then-skinny legs and almost touch the sky --- it was the best feeling in the world. Some day during recess, I decided I was ready to go over the top of the swing bar. I actually thought it was possible in those days. I think I had seen it on TV --- probably one of those crazy cartoons. Okay, so maybe I was dizzy from swinging too high............ but I tried it anyway and fell out of the swing, crashing to the ground. A teacher carried me to the lunch room and put me on a table until I caught my breath and recovered, crawling back to class.

5. One Show & Tell day I took a birthday present to school to show everyone. I was so proud of it --- an art set of drawings to color and some of those brand new felt tip markers! It was amazing. Sneaking back into the classroom during recess, my two best friends colored and messed up the entire kit! I was so upset I cried and thought I would never forgive them. Of course I did, but never really understood why they would do something like that. Then it was too deep for me to understand.

Next time you'll learn why in those days you wouldn't want to sit next to me on a road trip.

HAPPY BIRTHDAY, PAUL! CALL ME! ~~~ HUGS, RITA B

When I get older, losing my hair, many years from now,
Will you still be sending me a Valentine,birthday greetings, bottle of wine?

If I'd been out 'till quarter to three,would you lock the door?
Will you still need me, will you still feed me,
When I'm sixty-four?

Hmm------mmm---mmmh.
You'll be older, too. Aaah, and if you say the word, I could stay with you.

I could be handy, mending a fuse, when your lights have gone.
You can knit a sweater by the fireside, Sunday mornings, go for a ride.

Doing the garden, digging the weeds, who could ask for more?
Will you still need me, will you still feed me, when I'm sixty four?

Every summer we can rent a cottage in the Isle of Wight if it's not to dear.
We shall scrimp and save.

Ah, grandchildren on your knee, Vera, Chuck, and Dave.

Send me a postcard, drop me a line stating point of view.
Indicate precisely what you mean to say, yours sincerely wasting away.

Give me your answer, fill in a form, mine forever more.
Will you still need me, will you still feed me, when I'm sixty four?

*****Lyrics by John Lennon/Paul McCartney

"Time is like a circus --- always packing up and moving away."

(Ben Hecht)

 

My time is busy right now so, I'm afraid, dear friends, I will be out of the Stream this weekend!  Enjoy the next few days of summer without me barging into your family activities.  ~~~ Cyberhugs, Rita