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About Wordpusher715

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Wordpusher715

I never know what to say. I live, I love, I perform, and I lament. Is there more than this?

Name:
Wordpusher715
Sex:
Male 
Age:
68
Sign:
Libra
Relationship Status:
Married
Location:
Near Mipple City, Wisconsin, United States
Local Time:
11 Jul 2020 23:12
Interests:
I am transitioning. My previous interests are past and new ones haven't been found.
Favorite Books:
Personal journey stories.
Favorite Authors:
I rarely read the same author twice.
Favorite Movies:
Diane Lane (sigh) (heavy sigh) (Rinse. Repeat)
Favourite TV Shows:
None.I am culturally illiterate and my kids make fun of me.

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Date Joined:
19 May 2018
Last Visit:
02 Jun 2020 (39 days ago)
Page Viewed:
1,890 times
Friends:
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Followers:
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Days in Chat:
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Days on Site:
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Forum Posts:
40
Stories:
64
Badges:
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Topic: Perks of Aging
Posted: 05 Jan 2020 19:17

25. You paid off your mortgage just in time to pay the new property tax on your home.
26. You can still beat your children at card games but they are learning how to distract you.
27. Absolutely no one asks you to go ice skating for fear you will fall and hurt yourself. You can stay in where it's warm.

Topic: What Do You Remember As A Kid?
Posted: 16 Mar 2019 04:00

I remember living in a cabin along a river. I remember snakes, crawdads, and seining a river bed with my dad. I remember chigger bites from the raspberry patch.
I remember my Dad's funeral. Closed casket due to the work accident that killed him.
I remember bluegill fishing in a small creek with my brother and sister every week for two summers.
I remember riding our bikes ten miles to our cousins' house three times a week in those same summers. My sister was five, my brother was seven, and I was nine. We stopped at the Essington Farm for water. We hand-pumped it out of the well. Mrs. Essington would come out and talk with us.
I remember swimming in a public quarry that was finally condemned for bad water. It was sold to a private party and then re-opened without any contamination problems the next year. Go figure.

I remember as a ten-year-old applying make-up on my mother's back and shoulders before her dates. We kids wanted her to marry Bill and told her. He bought us McDonald's hamburgers and took us to the drive-in with Mom. She told him she wouldn't marry him.
She married Bob. It was a mistake. Our wonderful, bucolic childhood was over.
I remember a lot about that, too.

Topic: Inspirations, the Stories Space Coffee House
Posted: 17 Feb 2019 17:23

Too many responsibilities. Send a cup of chamomile my way.

Topic: What is on your mind?
Posted: 12 Feb 2019 08:51

Sometimes our work place is amusing. Read from the bottom as usual with email strings. The VP/COO has a dry sense of humor that causes everyone to drink at times. This is one of them.

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From: Bean Counter Ass't
To: Everyone
Subject: RE: Pizza Party - Thursday 2/14 in Bldg 2

Then let's change pizza to steak.

From: Dan VP/COO
Sent: Tuesday, February 12, 2019 9:42 AM
To: Everyone
Subject: RE: Pizza Party - Thursday 2/14 in Bldg 2

I am not at all sure what you were trying to say here. I note, however that SOME people are naturally resistant to change so….


From: Processor
Sent: Tuesday, February 12, 2019 9:01 AM
To: Everyone
Subject: RE: Pizza Party - Thursday 2/14 in Bldg 2

Ummm yeah

From: Dan VP/COO
Sent: Tuesday, February 12, 2019 8:42 AM
To: Everyone
Subject: RE: Pizza Party - Thursday 2/14 in Bldg 2

I am not sure that it matters given these circumstances; however, in a Danarchy , the Dan gets whatever he wants and everyone else scrounges through whatever is left over. The beauty of the system is that pretty much everybody is equal except the Dan and he is so revered that, not only are people content, they want to give him more.


From: Business Process Manager
Sent: Tuesday, February 12, 2019 8:24 AM
To: Everyone
Subject: RE: Pizza Party - Thursday 2/14 in Bldg 2

Gruel

From: Bean Counter Ass't
Sent: Tuesday, February 12, 2019 8:08 AM
To: Everybody
Subject: RE: Pizza Party - Thursday 2/14 in Bldg 2

What kind of food does Danarchy have?

From: Dan VP/COO
Sent: Tuesday, February 12, 2019 8:05 AM
To: Everybody
Subject: RE: Pizza Party - Thursday 2/14 in Bldg 2

American GIs discovered pizza during World War II and brought it back to the US.
This means that if you want pizza, you are pretty much supporting the spread of fascism. And if you want the company to provide you with free fascism, well, I just have to think about that….
Perhaps it would be better if we all supported Danarchy instead, yes?

From: Processor
To: Everybody
Subject: RE: Pizza Party - Thursday 2/14 in Bldg 2
Thanks (Newbie) ! We all did good!

From: Newbie Manager
To: Everybody
You rock Process team!!!! 😊

From: Process Manager
To: Everybody
Sent: Monday, February 11, 2019 12:46 PM
Subject: Pizza Party - Thursday 2/14 in Bldg 2

Hello,
We had a huuuge (insert Trump voice) week last week with 622 dispatches. So, we will be having a pizza party on Thursday. Please let me know if there’s any special requests.

Pizza will be from bowling alley unless someone nominates a different option and that option is seconded.

Thanks,

Topic: Inspirations, the Stories Space Coffee House
Posted: 06 Feb 2019 10:08

Hot tea, Cinnamon Orange, please. For those of you with bad winter weather like me:

Cold wind and lonely hills,
Ice crystals sparkle in bare trees,
Stinging nettles pelt my face,
Giving me winter’s wheeze.

Cold sun and grayish clouds,
Wind sounds gargling without tune,
Crackling ice upon the trees,
I hear Winter’s ‘Good Afternoon’.

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Topic: Inspirations, the Stories Space Coffee House
Posted: 04 Feb 2019 12:42

Coffee, please. The roads are iced. Sand truck slid sideways down a hill. Slipped into a ditch and turned over on its side like a dinosaur. Driver okay. Truck is being looked at. Sixty miles of road to sand, two sides of road makes that 120 miles with one truck. It is going to be a long day for that driver.

Topic: Inspirations, the Stories Space Coffee House
Posted: 02 Feb 2019 05:07

The winter weather is improving today. Hazelnut coffee, please.

Topic: Story Openings; the good, the bad, and the pitiful
Posted: 02 Feb 2019 05:03

"Ross Wakeman succeeded the first time he killed himself, but not the second or the third."

Jodi Picoult- Second Glances

I read this book because I read the opening sentence in a bookstore. Is there higher praise to be given to an opening line than to purchase the book?

Topic: Inspirations, the Stories Space Coffee House
Posted: 31 Jan 2019 04:25

Coffee, please.

They re-opened Wisconsin this morning,
Or so I've been told,
Apparently -30 degrees isn't so very cold!
It doesn't seem to matter if its F or C
Frigid weather is all together way too much for me!

No matter what, we are keeping the three kayaks, the three bicycles, the two cars, her four dozen collector dolls and my twenty-four chess sets. That pasta maker gift from 1999? Bye, Bye. Oh, and we have to keep the hundred different Charles Wysocki jigsaw puzzles. No matter what we are keeping our treasures!
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Topic: Inspirations, the Stories Space Coffee House
Posted: 29 Jan 2019 20:10


It was a long day but I finally finished cleaning out my parent's attic, sheds, and utility room.

I'm too old to be carrying things down three flights of steps.

Cheers!

I want to spare my children that experience and haven't figured that out yet. I've thrown out most things purchased in my twenties and thirties. I'm less successful with "stuff" from my forties and fifties. Am open to anyone's wise advice on this.

More tea and honey, please. Is there a small piece of lemon cake around?

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