Infinite Learning Curve_THE SCREAM_Time to Grow Up!_How Do You Like Your Toast In The Morning?
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Infinite Learning Curve
Infinite Learning Curve My bladder summons me out of a dream. I grumble at the familiar arthritic pain as I limp down the hall to do my business. Gazing out my picture window at another summer morning, I see a young couple, fresh and nimble, strolling hand in hand. I imagine morphing back to my twenties. There were euphoric, magic moments, but oh, so fleeting. My father often quoted the famous words, “Youth is wasted on the young.” So interesting how that truth has finally settled into my aching joints. If there is such a thing as reincarnation, I am not eager to revisit th...
THE SCREAM
He was theatrical - for a surgeon - and made a real song and dance about the state of my inner right ear. At the time, my Ear, Nose and Throat man must have been at least eighty and he spoke with strong traces of a German background. He diagnosed a blocked Eustachian tube as the cause of my hearing loss, tinnitus and constant, pounding headache. Then raised his voice and told me how he would have to knock me out so he could remove the impacted debris; there was no other way. He apologised for the inconvenience (mine) of having to go into hospital, but his eyes twinkled as he began to describe ...
Time to Grow Up!
“Grow up Petra. It's about time to grow up, and become emotionally mature, or you’ll continue to whither and crumble like dried fragile rose petals,” is the last thing he said to me. Can you believe it?! The cheek! What does he think he is, a poet?! Who does he think he’s talking too? I’m 47! He’s 30! I’m old enough to be his mother, almost. Literally speaking I AM OLD enough to be his mother!Perched on the edge of his sickly green couch, I dug my fingernails into its soft cordwww.onedoor.ccuroy, and starting with a violent simmer, began to boil. Dagger eyes almost lurched out of my head, as I tried my swee...
How Do You Like Your Toast In The Morning?
Speed dating was just not Carole's thing. Not that she had tried it, but the thought horrified her.How do you get to know someone in eight minutes? She wondered, but when her sister, Louise, suggested it after her eleventh failed date, she decided she had nothing to lose. Carole knew she was an attractive woman; her thick, brunette hair in its stylish bob suited her heart-shaped face. Her skin had a soft glow from the summer sun, and she used makeup sparingly to highlight her amber eyes and full, plump lips. The clothes she wore were chic, figure-hugging, but not tight. Perhaps her love o...