Can’t Stop Smoking
So you just cannot stop smoking.
You are now behind the building or at the trash bins.
Lamp posts and corners are outlawed.
Your friends and family gripe about ‘that smell’ in your car.
What is a civilized man of power and prominence going to do???
Have you thought about spraying yourself and your car with Febreze? Seriously, have you?
WELL, TRY THIS !!
Google: Dr. Paul E. Malone, Ph.D.
Accidental Hypnosis for Smoking-On Myself!
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LOST & Found!!!!! In my closet, on a shelf pushed way back along with the long black half slip that has also been missing was THE GIRAFFE dress. No one, at this moment, is more surprised than ME !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
There is a secret that I have discovered. When I left my brother’s house this past ‘09 Christmas weekend, the mystery just left. I gave up the search and counted it all for lost. I figured that when I had my annual post Christmas cleaning spree, I must have tossed it and the slip along with it. By this time, I have been searching for three plus months.
When I give up, what I am searching for turns up.
I think this is one of those secrets that few ever discover. I have to learn this over and over. Every time something comes up missing, I forget the secret and search myself crazy, then I give up, then it turns up.
EVERY TIME. I do not know who/what is the dumber in this equation: Me or the Searching.
This past Sunday evening I lost my Bloody Mary with extra Mary: just fixed and not one sip gone, but the drink was gone! I searched (of course), because I forgot my secret. Monday morning there it was sitting in Paul’s captain’s chair in the guest room. We did not even have guests. I sat down in the chair, before breakfast, and DRANK it.
Rejoice with me, seven in the morning and a double Bloody Mary is not half bad.
Of course, this secret law of finding also applies to locating a good wife or husband or partner. Give it a shot.
Now, should you forget your automobile and or your name, maybe you should seek help rather than allow both to just turn up on their own time. (all hard and fast laws are not hard nor are they fast).
On another note: I bought “DUMA KEY” when it first came out. I promptly lost the two inch thick hardback. I looked everywhere. Then on a day when I was in major pain and also drugged up on the prescribed cure–The Book Turned Up. So things and people do turn up in a timely manner.
Excellent mystery novel to read for budding artists with chronic pain in crisis no matter how old you are.
“DUMA KEY” by Stephen King
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Wow!!! I do not think I have ever missed a month of writing at least something. If I don’t jump in quickly, I will totally miss both The Ides and The Winds Of March. SOOOO!
Texas March Wind caught me unprepared yesterday at the gas pump.
I opened up the car-door to begin the process of filling the tank. The wind pinned me between the door and the pump. The Buick door had become a sailing Spinnaker. The car, now in park position, actually moved. I managed to complete the job of filling up the tank and shoving myself back into the car still against the wind.
Still working on the IDES.
On my personal Ides of March 2002 my long lost sweetheart and I signed our belated (by 42 years) marriage certificate in Richmond Virginia. My thought was ‘what a significant Greek day to be signing an agreement like this one.’
Paul and I smiled at each other: nothing can go wrong at the forum today.
At age sixty two even if something did go wrong there would not be enough time left in our lives for it to hurt anyone for very long. So we walked out of the courthouse and went to purchase rings and rent tuxedoes to attest to our signed certificate. I took Paul’s name, because in 1958-9 that is what we would have done. There were no hyphens in the ’50s. Two days later we stood before a home designed alter complete with a prayer kneeling cloth and a priest, who, with prior authority, had moved The James River north so he could officiate the wedding ceremony in his newly expanded Episcopal jurisdiction. After the ceremony, Father Boston Lackey moved The James back down south to the original flow charted path. We all laughed and called him Moses. We wrote our names and the date into the mid 17th Century edition of The Marriage Book. Eighty plus good folks, friends and family milled around, ate well, shot the potato cannon at the pine trees, listened to Dr. Schlobaum’s excellent piano with flute and snare-drum and violin with two extra singers and pianist to finish out the band. It was a St. Patrick’s Day Sunday Bash talked about for many a month afterwards.
That was eight years ago, and that makes April our first whole month of NEW BEGINNINGS. It takes eight years to settle into each other. I see we are now over half way through April. We both turn seventy; Paul in March and April for me.
What happened after that day in Richmond, Virginia is another story altogether. The dream and the reality often do not meet at the end of the road in harmony.
But: That is another story.
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