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When You Are Old

When You Are Old

When you are old and gray and full of sleep
And nodding by the fire, take down this book,
And slowly read, and dream of the soft look
Your eyes had once, and of their shadows deep;

How many loved your moments of glad grace,
And loved your beauty with love false or true;
But one man loved the pilgrim soul in you,
And loved the sorrows of your changing face.

And bending down beside the glowing bars,
Murmur, a little sadly, how love fled
And paced upon the mountains overhead,
And hid his face amid a crowd of stars.
©WilliamButlerYeats

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Poem ‘When You are Old’ by William Butler Yeats

This poem was written for Maud Goone for which he had a vey complicated relationship of unrequited love. In deep depression from the death of her two year old he wrote the poem.

She was an Irish revolutionary who ended up marrying another man despite many proposals from Yeats. He himself would go on to marry another, but many see ‘When You Are Old’ as a poem highlighting the failed relationship with Goone.

The poem is seen as one that is filled with love, but the last stanza is dark; the speaker is reminding his former mistress that their love did not last, and this is something she should regret for the rest of her life.

William Butler Yeats, widely considered one of the greatest poets of the English language, received the 1923 Nobel Prize for Literature.

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Friday Fictioneers – Pop Pop’s Antique Car

This is an encore of a previous entry for Friday Fictioneers. Our Purple Goddess has granted permisson to repeat our story since the photo prompt is having another go-round. Enjoy ….Friday Fictioneers - 2:26:2016 - al_forbes

The parade was on Sunday.

Nana was excited. She’d be driving Pop Pop’s antique car.

He’d purchased it at an auction. It took him 8 years to restore her.
Sadly, he never got to show her off.

“Will you be able to see, Nana?”, I asked.

“I’ll be dazzling wearing my wide brimmed yellow hat”, she beamed.

“But, the ophthalmologist said to limit your driving.”

“Lily, I wouldn’t miss showcasing your Pop Pop’s car for anything.”

She slept soundly, with a dazzling smile, that night.

I drove the car wearing her wide brimmed yellow hat.

She would have been proud.
2017©Isadora DeLaVega

Genre: Flash Fiction
Word Count: 100 words

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Nurture Yourself – Hold a Hand


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The nurse took the tired, anxious serviceman to the hospital bedside.

 “Your son is here,” she said to the old man.

She had to repeat the words several times before the patient’s eyes opened. 
Heavily sedated because of the pain of his heart attack, 
 he dimly saw the young uniformed Marine standing outside 
 the oxygen tent.

He reached out his hand. The Marine wrapped his toughened fingers around the old man’s limp ones, squeezing a message of love and encouragement.

The nurse brought a chair so that the Marine could sit beside the bed. All through the night the young Marine sat there in the poorly lighted ward, holding the old man’s hand and offering
him words of love and strength.

Occasionally, the nurse suggested that the Marine move
 away and rest awhile. He refused.

Whenever the nurse came into the ward, the Marine was oblivious of her and of the night noises of the hospital – the clanking of the oxygen tank, the laughter of the night staff members exchanging greetings, the
 cries and moans of the other patients. 
  
 Now and then she heard him say a few gentle words. The dying man said nothing, only held tightly to his son all through the night.

Along towards dawn, the old man died.

The Marine released the now lifeless hand he had been holding and went to tell the nurse.

While she did what she had to do, he waited.

Finally, she returned. She started to offer words of sympathy, but the Marine interrupted her.

“Who was that man?”  he asked.

The nurse was startled, “He was your father,” she answered.

“No, he wasn’t,” the Marine replied. “I never saw him before in my life.”

“Then, why didn’t you say something when I took you to him?”

“I knew right away there had been a mistake, but I also knew he needed his son, and his son just wasn’t here.
 
When I realized that he was too sick to tell whether or not I was his son, knowing how much he needed him, I stayed.

“I came here tonight to find a Mr. William Grey. His Son
 was killed in Iraq today, and I was sent to inform him,” the Marine said. 
 “What was this Gentleman’s Name?”

The nurse with tears in her eyes answered, “Mr. William Grey.”
©anonymous

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We always have a choice of what to do. We have the choice of who we want to be with. We are never at the effect of anyone else unless we choose to give up our power or freedom to choose.
The holiday season brings to some feelings of isolation and loneliness.
It would be nurturing to us to ‘Hold a Hand’ that may be in need of compassion and love.
Keep an open heart and mind: Be kind towards someone.
©Isadora De La Vega

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Namaste
I honor the place in you
in which the entire universe dwells.
I honor the place in you
which is of Love, and of Truth,
of Light and of Peace.
When you are in that place in you
and I am in that place in me.
We are One.

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In Need of Humor? Cinderella at 75

Cinderella was now 75 years old.  After a fulfilling life with the now passed-away Prince, she happily sat upon her rocking chair, watching the world go by from her front porch, with her cat named Alan for companionship. One sunny afternoon, out of nowhere, appeared the Fairy Godmother.

Cinderella said: “Fairy Godmother, what are you doing here after all these years?”

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The Fairy Godmother replied: “Well, Cinderella, as you have lived a good, wholesome life since we last met, I have decided to grant you three wishes. Is there anything for which your heart still yearns?”

Cinderella was overjoyed, and after some thoughtful consideration, almost under her breath, she uttered her first wish:
“I wish I was wealthy beyond comprehension.”

Instantly, her rocking chair was turned into solid gold. Cinderella was stunned. Alan, her old faithful cat, jumped off her lap and scampered to the edge of the porch, quivering with fear.

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Cinderella said: “Oh thank you, Fairy Godmother!”

The Fairy Godmother replied: “It’s the least I can do. What does your heart desire for your second wish?”

Cinderella looked down at her frail body and said: “I wish I were young and full of the beauty of youth again.”

At once, her wish became reality, and her beautiful youthful visage returned. Cinderella felt stirrings inside her that had been dormant for years. And long forgotten vigor and vitality began to course through her very soul.

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Then, the Fairy Godmother again spoke: “You have one more wish, what will you have?”

Cinderella looked over to the frightened cat in the corner and said: “I wish you to transform Alan my old cat into a beautiful and handsome young man.”

Magically, Alan suddenly underwent a fundamental change in his biological make-up, that, when complete, he stood before her a boy so beautiful – the likes of which – neither she nor the world had ever seen – so fair, indeed, that birds began to fall from the sky at his feet.

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The Fairy Godmother again spoke: “Congratulations, Cinderella. Enjoy your new life!”

And, with a blazing shock of bright blue electricity, she was gone.

For a few eerie moments, Alan and Cinderella looked into each other’s eyes. Cinderella sat, breathless, gazing at the most stunningly perfect boy she had ever seen.

Then Alan walked over to Cinderella, who sat transfixed in her rocking chair, and held her close in his strong, youthful arms. He leaned in close to her ear, whispered, blowing her golden hair with his warm breath:

“I bet you regret having me neutered now, don’t you?”

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*****A friend sent me this funny Cinderella tale.

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Rendezvous

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The phone rang.

“Hello,” she whispered softly.

“ Nereida, meet me at our usual spot on the beach.”

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Memories rapidly flooded her mind. She remembered the first time they’d met. He was walking with his metal detector along the shore. She was photographing the hazy afternoon sky. He had glanced her way.

“Do you always photograph people passing by?”, he said.

“No, only the good looking ones,” she replied.

Thus, the beginning of what would turn out to be a whirlwind romance.

He’d found an antique timepiece that day. It would be her wedding gift.

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“I’ll bring the bordeaux,” he quickly added.

“I can’t wait”.

She hung up the phone and smiled.

“I wonder who that was”.

2016©Isadora De La Vega

 

 

Word Count: 116
Genre: Flash Fiction

 

 

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Sunday Song – They Say It’s Your Birthday

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Today, I’m adding a song about celebrating birthday’s.

I’ve been celebrating the entire month of July even though my birthday

is officially on July 20th.

It’s my special day. No one can take it from me. I’m special on that day.

So, I shall be a bit self-indulgent and add the great Beatles Song:

They Say It’s Your Birthday (Beatles Birthday Remix)

Yes, that’s me in my pool.

Yes, I wear a hat to shade my skin from the sun.

Yes, I wear sunglasses because my eyes are sensitive to the sun.

Yes, I wear water shoes because I don’t like to walk bare footed.

Yes, I’m wearing a sun reflective shirt to keep the UV rays from burning my skin.

Yes, I do doggie paddle swim but prefer sitting under the waterfall.

Just a bit about the “Birthday Girl.”

2016©Isadora DeLaVega

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Age is strictly a case

of mind over matter.

If you don’t mind,

it doesn’t matter.

©Jack Benny

 


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Have You Ever Wondered About ‘Friendships’.…?

friendships - handsThe following are some questions I’m sure many of you have thought about from time to time.

  1. What should we do with friends in our lives when we make them?
  2. How do you manage your time with friends?
  3. As a woman, should you just have female friends?
  4. Do we want to grow emotionally, spiritually and intellectually with friends?
  5. When are friends no longer friends? And, why?

Have you ever been friends with someone for many years but, one day, they disappear from your life leaving you to wonder:

What happened?

Have you had a friendship for a long, long time but, recently, the beginnings of aging and memory problems has changed the relationship despite your desire to prolong it. Our hearts falter to accept this inevitability. We know that terrible thief ‘Aging’ is breathing down their necks while snickering at you.

We’ve all had friendships that have ended without cause. The waning friendship may have been happening all along, slowly, without your noticing the changes.

Sometimes, a change in geographical location can end a friendship. We believe we’ll continue the friendship from a distance but, despite our denial, it won’t be the same.

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I’d been reading a few posts by Susannah Bianchi @ her blog ‘A Thing Girl’. Her blog is quite interesting. She takes me back to New York memories from time to time which I can relate to. As she says, “I write with a slant”. If you’d like to read the story that inspired this post click on the title: ‘No More Mimi’.

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I read the poem below shortly after a friendship I had had for quite a long time ended because of a move I’d made 27 years ago to another state. I happened upon this poem during that difficult time. I mentioned the title in my comment to Susannah. She hadn’t read it. I decided to post it for her and for anyone who has had a friendship end.

Enjoy,
            Isadora

2016©Isadora DeLaVega

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A Reason, A Season, A Lifetime

People generally come into your life for a Reason, a Season or a Lifetime.
Understanding this principle can enhance your relationships by helping you better serve others and learn or grow from what they have to offer.

Reason

When someone is in your life for a REASON, it may be they have come to assist you through a difficulty, or to provide you with guidance. They may be in your life to support you physically, emotionally, or spiritually.
A difficult person can challenge you to grow in patience, forgiveness, and/or understanding. Some people may test your strength, commitment, willpower, determination, and/or ethics. A positive and supportive person who comes into our life may seem like a blessing and godsend; and they are. In either case, the person has come into your life for the reason needed.
One day, seemingly without any reason, the relationship may come to an end. This may happen over time as you drift apart, or more suddenly. It may be a positive experience such as someone getting married or moving to another city to take a job offer. Or, the relationship may end through negative circumstances that force you to take a stand on an issue.
What we must realize is that a need has been met – for you and for them. Perhaps it was an unknown need, or maybe it was an answer to a prayer. If the relationship has ended, then reflect, give thanks, consider what you learned, think about what you could/would do better next time (even if you felt the relationship was a good one), forgive if needed, hope/wish/pray the best for that person, and then move on in your journey.

Season

Some people come into your life for a SEASON — an extended period of time. Just as there are seasons for planting, growing, and harvesting; in your  life, there are seasons when you are prepared to learn, grow, or produce. There are other times in your life when you’re not prepared to grow, learn, or even listen. So, when someone comes into your life at a certain season, it is  because the timing is right for what they can offer you.
This person may bring you an experience of great peace, joy, or happiness. They may empower you to do something you have never done before. They may you assurance and strengthen your self-confidence. Accept this, and embrace it. It is real. Yet, maybe for only for a season.
Consider… In life, you may have tasks on a – To Do List – as well as long-term projects that need to be pursued over a period of weeks, months, or years. In the same way, those who come into your life for a short-term Reason, may help you check something off our To Do List. Those who come into your life for a Season will remain for the duration of a more complex long-term purpose.

Lifetime

Some people are in your life for a LIFETIME. These people are, perhaps, the greatest blessing because they stick with you through the Reasons, Seasons, and through your entire lifetime. Lifetime relationships teach you lifetime lessons. These are often qualities, skills, and aspects of your character you must build upon in order to have a solid foundation for yourself and in service to others. Your job is to accept the lesson, love the person and put what you have learned to use in all other relationships and areas of your life.

TODAY THANK A PERSON WHO IN ONE WAY OR ANOTHER HAS BEEN PART OF YOUR LIFE

~~- even if in some small way you can make them feel that you are indeed thankful for their presence as well as the beautiful moments that they have given you.
~~~Annonymous~~~

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Friday Fictioneers – Pop Pop’s Antique Car

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The parade was on Sunday.

Nana was excited. She’d be driving Pop Pop’s antique car.

He’d purchased it at an auction. It took him 8 years to restore her.
Sadly, he never got to show her off.

“Will you be able to see, Nana?”, I asked.

“I’ll be dazzling wearing my wide brimmed yellow hat”, she beamed.

“But, the ophthalmologist said to limit your driving.”

“Lily, I wouldn’t miss showcasing your Pop Pop’s car for anything.”

She slept soundly, with a dazzling smile, that night.

I drove the car wearing her wide brimmed yellow hat.

She would have been proud.
2016©Isadora DeLaVega

Genre: Flash Fiction
Word Count: 100 words

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Pondering from Mabel

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If you haven’t read my pondering words before, you’ve been missin’ a great deal of wisdom.
I’ve been a little under the weather. Don’t get your panties in a knot. I’m not skipping out on this life just yet. I just needed a little rest.

A bunch of my fellow nursing home friends have gone to that special place in the sky. It’s a little different when you’re on a farm. News about things like that are heard at church. You know, the minister announces so-and-so has left us to be with his/ her maker. Here at my beautiful assisted living home, we hear about it more often than we’d like.

Just yesterday, I heard about my fellow resident, George Grapple, passing on due to Parkinson’s Disease. A nervous system disorder marked by tremors, muscular rigidity, and slow, imprecise movement. It robs your body of its stability. His illness was made a lot worse because he had Alzheimers too. Why – I remember when he lost his way back to his place from the dining room one evening. He was found lying in Lorna Mae’s bed. She just about wet her pants when she saw him there. Good golly, you’d da thought he could have done something.  Lordy, God rest his soul. Poor darhlin’ …!!!!

But, I’ve got some other things on my mind. Like, Valentine’s Day. It was last Sunday.

Fred was a hopelessly-in-love kinda man. He was a bit rough around the edges. He wasn’t a candles or wine kinda guy. No, he was a farmer with farmer ways. He knew how to let me know he was thinking about me even when it wasn’t an assigned day.
Nope, it wasn’t just a one-day-a-year sorta thing for him.

He brought me wildflowers all the time. The kind that aren’t all the same size or shade of color like the store bought ones. The pretty ribbons he bought me at the general store were perfect for my hair when we went to Sunday sermon. A basket of fresh vegetables and fruits were a tasty unexpected treat when he came home at the end of a long day. The fruit made the best homemade pies. Mmmm … I can smell the aroma of hot apples and cinnamon from the pies that came out of the oven.

Have you been speakin’ loving words everyday to your honey?
Have you been bringing her some wildflowers not the store bought kind?
How about the hot bath you can run for her after a long worn-out-of-her-skin day?
Have you been takin’ the kids for the day so she can sit-a-spell?
How about a homemade meal when she comes in the door after work?

It isn’t the cards or the chocolates you bring her that make for a loving kinda love.
Nope, it’s the thoughtful things that make a woman feel the tenderness that her man can bring.

Fred and I would sit out on the front porch and look up at the moon while we listened to the crickets playing their nightly song. People did a lot more talkin’ and I guess a lot more spooning.

I was readin’ the newspaper this morning with my cup of tea. The colorful funnies are real good for a laugh or two. But today, I discovered some lovemaking tips of seniors.

 I hope you have a good laugh. I did.

Comeback and see what else I’m pondering …..
Mabel 💗

2016©Isadora DeLaVega
 

  ***** FICTION: Mabel is a ficticious character I’ve created. Any similarities to anyone living or otherwise is purely coincidental.

 

Lovemaking Tips for Seniors

1. Wear your glasses to make sure your partner is actually in the bed.

2. Set timer for 3 minutes, in case you doze off in the middle.

3. Set the mood with lighting. Turn them ALL OFF!

4. Make sure you put 911 on your speed dial before you begin.

5. Write the partner’s name on your hand in case you can’t remember…

6. Use extra poly grip so your teeth don’t end up under the bed.

7. Have Tylenol or whatever you use ready in case you actually complete the
act…

8. Make all the noise you want… The neighbors are deaf, too.

9. If it works, call everyone you know with the good news … even if its
8PM… !!

10. Don’t even think about trying it twice.


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I’ve been thinking of infusing a little humor on my blog because there’s been so much tragedy in the news lately. Summer is coming to an end. The autumn weather will soon bring cooler temperatures. Those living in areas where the climates are cooler will settle in and need a boost of humor to keep their spirits up.  If you’ve been following me for some time you know I live in Florida. There are a great many elderly people who reside here. A few of them have become close friends despite the age difference. I’m quite used to their sense of humor about aging and being elderly. This was sent to me by one of those friends. I hope you enjoy without taking offense.

If you have a joke you’d like to share, create a post on your blog and leave the url with your comment.                                              Thank you for smiling today …
Isadora

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An old geezer, who’d been a farmer for a long time, became very bored with it and decided to open a medical clinic. He put a sign up outside that said:

Dr. Geezer’s clinic. “Get your treatment for $500, if you’re not cured you get back $1,000.”

Doctor Young, who was positive that this old geezer didn’t know beans about medicine, thought this would be a great opportunity to get $1,000.

He decided to go to Dr. Geezer’s clinic.

This is what transpired:



Dr. Young: “Dr. Geezer, I’ve lost all taste in my mouth. Can you please help me?”
Dr. Geezer:  “Nurse, please bring medicine from box #22 and put 3 drops in Dr. Young’s mouth.”

Dr. Young: “Aaagh !!! ”That’s Gasoline!”

Dr. Geezer: “Congratulations! You’ve got your taste back. That will be $500.”

Dr. Young is annoyed but goes back after a couple of days figuring he’d try to recover his money.

Dr Young:  “I’ve lost my memory, I cannot remember anything. Can you please help me?”

Dr. Geezer:  “Nurse, please bring medicine from box #22 and put 3 drops in the patient’s mouth.”

Doctor Young:  “Oh no you don’t.  That’s Gasoline!”

Dr. Geezer:  “Congratulations! You’ve got your memory back. That will be $500.”

Dr. Young: (after having lost $1000, by now) leaves angrily and comes back after several more days.”

Dr. Young:  “Doctor, my eyesight has become weak I can hardly see!”

Dr. Geezer:  “Well, I don’t have any medicine for that so – “Here’s your $1000 back.”

Dr. Young:  “But, Doctor, this is only $500…”

Dr. Geezer: “Congratulations!  You got your vision back!  That will be $500.

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Moral of story  —  Just because you’re “Young” doesn’t mean that you can outsmart an old “Geezer ” !!!!

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