Twisted Nicely

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Nicely Twisted,

Yep that’s me.

Looking for angles,

That others can’t see!

 

Straight lines are boring,

They’ll just trip you up.

I’m liking the curves,

That’s my kinda cup!

 

Surprisingly twisted,

At the end I am thinking.

But the story has a finish,

You’ll miss if you’re blinking!

 

I play with the words,

My sandbox of choice.

I’ve something to say,

And they are my voice!

 

Thank you for reading,

This foray of sorts.

It had to be said,

Cuz I’m not into sports!

 

My Tapestry…

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In 1971 the song and album Tapestry was released by Carole King. Recently there was a tribute to that album and I managed to catch it on YouTube. Boy, did it take me back! I think it was a song for a generation which still resonates to this day. I love the idea of life being explained as a tapestry.  “Of rich and royal hue; An everlasting vision, Of the ever-changing view;”.

Each thread of our tapestry builds a picture of the journey of our lives. Every person we interact with, every experience that we have, everything is part of the tapestry and as it is weaving for us, it is also connecting with others. As each thread is woven it touches another, it becomes part of their tapestry. And their tapestry also reaches out with threads to others and that connects all of us.

This last two years have been difficult due to health issues. I was hospitalized far too many times to remember and I have been dealing with exquisite pain. At one point in the hospital they asked me what my pain level was between 1 and 10, I said 15. It is better now and it has been getting better for the last two years, but I don’t see an end in sight. Most days the pain is tolerable but only if I make concessions. I have a wonderful team around me so I’m able to stay at home and there are drugs if I absolutely need them. Unfortunately, the last two weeks have been bad. That is why I stepped away. The pain was not a 15 but it was definitely pretty close to 10. Now it’s back to a tolerable 5.  I don’t tell you all this to look for sympathy, but to explain. And to thank you.

Since starting my blog 13 years ago, I have met some amazing people from all over the world and some close to home. Through everything in the last few years, they have been incredibly supportive. You have been incredibly supportive. Surprisingly I have gained followers! I am touched and I am humbled.

The threads of my tapestry are glowing with gold and rich hues.  It is ever-changing and that is exactly how it should be. My tapestry is growing and it is vibrant. The threads that connect with mine are inspiring and understanding. That’s what we all need. “A wond’rous woven magic…”.  May we all be so blessed.

Health Update

Sorry to do this again but a new wound has opened up and the pain has become a lot more than I can deal with. I’m on much stronger pain medication but it makes my brain a little fuzzy. I’m going to step away for a week and hopefully this one will heal enough for me to function. I know you’re thinking of me and I thank you for that. Stay safe. Pamela

The Bank Robbers

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Jerry looked at his hands, a farmer’s hands. They were once. Now he stole to survive. He chided himself. It wasn’t so bad, really. But this was to be his last job, his last score. He was tired of this life. Just a little bit more and then he could retire to that sunny cove with the beautiful beach in a non-extradition country. Bliss.

There was only one problem. His regular crew wasn’t available. He never liked trying out a new guy but this one came highly recommended. Intimidation, that’s what a bank robber needed.

Jerry had planned their first face-to-face meeting in the park. That way he could see him coming, check him out. But regardless of his appearance, he needed him. This was a two-man job and it had to be done today. Tomorrow the money was being transferred. The job had to be done today.

While Jerry had been immersed in his thoughts a large menacing looking man, unshaven, tall and muscular approached him. Jerry was startled out of his reverie but when he looked up he smiled.

“You must be Ben, I’ve been looking forward to this meeting. Did you get everything I asked?”

Jerry’s new companion broke into a huge grin and opened his large hands. He was excited.

“What the! Ben I said nondescript! This they will remember. We’re supposed to be forgettable! “

Jerry was small and wiry but he was the leader of the two.

Ben lost his smile immediately. He seemed to shrink into himself. When he spoke it was almost a whisper.

“I thought you said not to quit! I ain’t never quit on nobody!’

Jerry could do nothing but stand there with his mouth open. This had to work.

“Ben I’m sorry, I was startled. The idea is not to have your face showing. That way you won’t get caught.”

“But I really, really like this hat.”

Ben spoke very quietly and Jerry was pretty sure he could see tears in his eyes. He decided that he had to make the best of what was turning out to be an odd situation. The beach was calling to him.

“Okay, okay let me think. You wear the balaclava and I’ll wear a scarf over my face. That will work. Did you bring a gun? “

“Does that mean I can still wear my hat?” Ben was scowling just a little but on him it was scary.

“You can wear your . . . hat on top of the balaclava, uumm, the knit hat with eye holes.”

Jerry was pretty sure this was going to be long day. Or least it would seem like it. White sand, ocean breeze, a few clouds in a perfect sky.

“The gun Ben? This is a robbery we must have guns.”

Jerry was not prepared for what he was about to see. It defied all logic and yet somehow it made perfect sense.

“I don’t like real guns they are real loud. So I got this really cool replica. It looks just like a real gun don’t you think Jerry?

It was purple. He was a 7 foot, 300 pound man with a bright orange hat that had a huge pom-pom on top and two earflaps, carrying a purple gun.

Jerry closed his eyes. White sandy beaches, Peanut coladas. Soon, I hope.

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30 minutes later our two antiheroes we’re standing outside the bank. Jerry was carefully checking his watch. The bank guard usually left for lunch at 1:30. He planned on entering the bank at 1:35.

Ben was twitchy, he didn’t like waiting. He had been told that he had to do his very best for Jerry. Otherwise he would be angry and Ben didn’t want that.

At 1:36 two miss matched men entered the bank.

“THIS IS A ROBBERY, EVERYBODY ON THE FLOOR, NOW!”

These words spoken with such vehemence might’ve had more of a desirous effect had there actually been people in the Bank. Unfortunately it was a very slow day. There were two tellers and two bank robbers. But that didn’t stop our intrepid warriors.

“DOG, GET THE MONEY!” Our long-suffering leader handed the moneybags to Ben.

“Why you calling me a dog? Did you forget my name?” Ben was a little confused.

“No, No! I don’t want to use your real name. Just get the money!”

The two tellers looked at each other and shook their heads. This was not an ordinary bank robbery.

Ben did as he was instructed and handed his cloth bag to the first teller. He knew he was supposed to be intimidating so he straightened himself up and growled: “MONEY!”

The teller looked suitably surprised and started to tear up.

“I’ve never been robbed before! I’ll get your money! Please don’t hurt us!”

For about three seconds Ben remained scowling. And then out of the blue:

“You have such pretty eyes. I’ll bet you date a lot. If it makes you feel any better this is my first time too.  I ain’t gonna hurt you, promise.”

Jerry watched the two conversing and realized that this day was not going as planned. He also realized he’d forgotten a few things.   Just as the realization hit him he heard the sirens.

“Oh Jerry there’s more people coming! It’s going to be a party!” Ben was excited.

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When the police burst through the front doors, summoned by a silent alarm, they saw four people. One large man and one small woman we’re animatedly discussing cookies. A small man was sitting cross-legged on the ground with his hands on his head. Over him stood a large woman with a gun and a hand on her hip.

Jerry turned slowly towards the police officers. His eyes were pained.

“Please take me into jail. Please don’t leave me here. Nothing happened the way it was supposed to. I think I need to lie down.”