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The Morning Dawdle 2/19/23- For Better or Worse

Rory has some WILD questions today. Let’s play:

Who do you think you might be in an alternate universe?

This one blew my mind. My answer: You are you because you are here. For better or worse, this environment had a hand in shaping the YOU that you are. So, if you weren’t here, you wouldn’t be you. Same goes for the question, “Who would you be if you had never been born?”. LOL

What would be the most surreal situation you could imagine finding yourself in?

Comparing the America that I ‘grew up in’ to the America that is here now, I’m living it.

You won!!
You have five minutes for a Supermarket Dash in the FoodHall – what will you fill your trolley/shopping cart with?

Meats and medicines.

You have 60 minutes to hide 50 million in hard currency [Notes] in your house – where would you put the money/cash – to avoid detection?

Hiding ‘notes’ in your house is your first mistake (Fire could be devastating.). Keeping ‘notes’ is your second mistake. Exchanging the notes for gold or other precious metals would be the wisest thing to do. Paper currency isn’t going to be worth much in the near future, IMHO.

Posted in Kid Story Ideas, Sideshows, Words 'n' such Poetry

What do you do?

You can not win with the contramong.

You say it’s right and it says you’re wrong.

It argues with everyone all day long.

I don’t want to be a contramong.


You’ll always win with a totalree.

You’ll say it’s wrong and it will agree.

It always is what you want it to be.

I would be bored if I were she.


You’ll never go wrong if you act like you.

It’s the easiest thing you’ll ever do.

You’ll always know what’s right and true

   You’re sure to shine when you do what YOU do.

Posted in Kid Story Ideas, Sideshows, Words 'n' such Poetry

A Window in my World

Window in my World


All that I hold dear

A vision crystal clear


My mirror , yes I see,

Observing all of me


It’s where I press my face

Embrace a happy place


Of past, the sights abound

Uniquely mine, with sound


Memories make me whole

Prisms of my soul


Look out to see inside

Historic times the guide


Familiar is the pane

Dotted with some rain


The scene gets brighter still

Upon my windowsill


Your window holds each clue

There’s  only ONE  of you.