G’day,
It’s amazing how people react to you when you tell them you are an author.
New Person meeting Jack for the first time: “And what do you do for a living, Jack?” (New Person thinks to himself: probably empties rubbish bins for the local council).
Jack, in a whisper: “I am an author.”
NP (New Person): “I’m sorry, did you say transporter?”
Jack, a little louder: “I am an author.”
NP says excitedly, with a twinkle in his eye: ” Ah!… a maven. Does your plethora of writing prowess, emulate modern or primeval paradigm? Do I sense your tacit agreement to the latter? To recapitulate on ubiquitous nuance is germane. Don’t you think? And to be disparate on such an important subject only incites dogmatic diatribe on this unusual dichotomy.”
What NP expected Jack to say was: ” Huh?!”
What Jack actually said: “I think maverick suits more than maven. If I were to excogitate with cupidity, my acumen would be anomalistic. To add to that, I think your attempt at being a sesquipedalian is parsimonious. Furthermore, effeminate callipygian are wasted on a saxicolous. Don’t you agree?
What NP said was: “Huh?!”
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In today’s society, it is difficult to understand people and their behaviour. By the time we are mature enough to start thinking about getting married and having children, life’s baggage causes our character to take on odd shapes. Severe abuse can stunt our growth into mature, well balanced adults. Rushing into a relationship can sometimes be like playing Russian roulette, rather than taking time and finding out what you are getting into.
I am reminded of a story.
A young, newly wed couple take a trip to Greece for their Honeymoon. The opportunity to take a guided tour of the local vicinity by donkey, was offered by the exuberant hotel desk clerk. As the area was bounded by steep, razorback mountains and deep valleys, the bride wasn’t too keen. The young husband convinced his bride to take up the offer and they mounted their individual donkeys and started on their journey.
Soon they were crossing a razorback mountain, when the bride’s donkey stumbled.
She got off the donkey, walked around the front, to face him eye-to-eye and said, “That’s one!”
Then, she climbed back on and continued along. Soon, the donkey stumbled again.
The bride dismounted, walked around the front and faced him eye-to-eye. “That’s two!”
She remounted and they continued on.
By now, the husband is getting curious at his bride’s behaviour.
All too soon, the donkey stumbles again.
The bride dismounts and pulls out a gun and shoots the donkey.
The young husband is flabbergasted, “What did you do that for?!”
She turns to her husband and says,” That’s one!”
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Aunt Tabbie’s Wings, my new book due out in a few weeks, is a heart warming story you just don’t want to miss.
A beautiful story of love, adventure, struggle and redemption.
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I love to read what you write. :-)
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Thanks Kathy
Regards Jack
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