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HAPPINESS in Copenhagen

Son Paul, a performer, and friend, Christian are collaborating for a family show titled Happiness. All this is taking place in the beautiful city of Copenhagen where Paul and his lovely wife, Eva, reside. The men use their talents to keep everyone laughing. Wish I were there, my dears.

 

The Life of the Party

“Do you have a place to stay?” the director said.

“Oh, yes Sir, my aunt lives nearby; she was a Rockett at Radio City Music Hall a long time ago.”

He nodded, pleased to know she’d be safe and said,”Relax tonight, get a good sleep and be here at nine o’clock.

“Yes, sir and may I have the script to read tonight and the music because my aunt has a piano and she’s a whiz at playing.”

” I have an idea you’re the kind of actor who dives right in.”
Candace giggled; “that I do, ever since I was a small kid, it drove my parents crazy.”

He patted her hand and said, “Candace, take care of this and yourself, eat well, sleep well and we’ll see you tomorrow.”

“Write your address down on this pad and your phone number and I will arrange for Alex Morton to ring the doorbell;Alex has been my driver for years.”

Oh my, she thought, such a fuss over me as she wrote Tessa Scott 103 12th Street 2nd floor; “Thank you, thanks so much for simply everything, Mr. Maxwell” and she stood on tiptoes to kiss his cheek. Thus began a long term friendship for her aunt and Alex Morton.

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Love to all,

Charmaine

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Writing/Gardening

Damn the weeds and full steam ahead, I think. Tote that shovel, dig a hole and drop in yet another bulb. What the heck were we thinking? Yes, due to problems, we’ve neglected our property but it’s time to revive not only us but our little Cape Cod home.

Easier said than done, my friends. Hubs is preoccupied and I’m out there shoveling, cleaning up and slowly, slowly I see improvement. Then to drag the bones in and write. This is the first time I’ve found myself juggling two stories in my mind. Creative juices are overflowing.

A friendly new neighbor walked by pushing a carriage with a solemn youngster inside. It brought back visions, endless vision of me in the same position. She was chatting with her aunt on some kind of phone. Then they both Googled me to find I’m an author. My granddaughter spilled the beans as we chatted. I did my goofy dance with my cane and we all laughed.

That’s the good stuff, folks. Find the fun in whatever you do. Smile and the whole world lights up.

Thanks for stopping by.

Love to all,

Charmaine

P.S. Four cats gathered around me, in a hurry to have breakfast. I felt a scratch from one of them. and suddenly a sea of blood poured from my left leg. It splashed across every bit of the kitchen. I tried to stop the flow and mop up to no avail. Finally, I made to the bathroom to pour some good stuff on to cleanse the wound. The bleeding stopped. Hubs woke up to the horror show and helped me wash the floor. I’ll see the doc regarding a booster tetanus.

Oh my. And I keep saying,SMILE!

The Life of the Party

The proud Aunt sat at the back of the theater, fingers crossed because her triple threat niece was about to turn Broadway upside down.
“Next,” the hoarse voice of the stage manager called; “Candace Scott, you’re next” as he turned to the eager new assistant nearby. “Last one up; then we eat, discuss the auditions, make decisions and go home, and Jimmy, take notes.”
Candace Scott hurried to the desk to sign in, heart thumping yet she knew she had what it took. Deep breaths, she told herself, be confident ’cause she’d been to enough auditions since her move to New York from way upstate and this musical was right up her alley so go to it and don’t hold back; so what if you’re nobody from nowhere.
“Hi, I’m Candace Scott.”

The new assistant said; “Take a moment; you have your music and I see you have your tap shoes on; they like when you’re ready and you’re very cute.”

“Sir, this is titled The Life of the Party; I found it in Mom’s piano bench under a stack of music and fell in love with it.” She nodded to the pianist; the music began and she took center stage; “You gotta have me there, the life of the party, The Life of the Party, to Bring Every Party to Life.” The last few words hit the ceiling; a light bulb broke as her voice reverberated.

This is a WIP thus far.

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A Daughter. . .a treasure

Fifty years ago, my youngest and only daughter was born. It seemed like an easy task after having all the sons. I had no idea what was in store for me, for us, as the months went by. My closest friend, we lived in the Boston area back then, and when my situation became dire, I asked him where to go. Without taking a breath, he said, “You must see the famous Dr. Easterday immediately. And we did after leaving our sons with the good doctor and his wonderful wife in charge of our family, my husband and I drove through the worst rainy weather to finally arrive at the Boston Lying In Hospital where we woke up this sleeping giant of a kind man who said he would do everything he could to save the baby. And so the months went by where I couldn’t lift our two year old, or do housework but we managed and then came the day.

Hubs left me at the hospital with plans for the new baby to be born about noon. At eleven I was in the labor room and my dearest Mother appeared. She stayed right behind me all through the subsequent hours. You see, she died when I was twenty nine and she was only fifty. When I was having my baby, I had reached thirty six. Silently I felt Mom’s beautiful presence.
The doctor hurried in, distressed that the baby had not moved along. He said he would do a C-section but suddenly I felt her drop and called to him. She was ready. The birth went fine, I had a girl; the room was packed with all the kind people who had been involved in the difficult birth.

The trouble began in the recovery room. Massive hemorrhaging that wouldn’t stop and transfusions that didn’t take. The doctor told me he would try an old method in hopes of saving my life. Back on the operating table I went when suddenly I left my body and traveled down a tunnel with a glorious light. Peace and quiet as I traveled along but before I reached my goal, I had a thought. “I can’t leave my husband to raise all these children.” And like a flash, I was back on the operating table. Then in my private room in a coma with two nurses caring for me.

I didn’t see my treasure for four days. Finally we were discharged to begin a real life. I thanked Dr. Easterday for all his good care and we went home.

Fifty years ago. All because I never said No and we had all those children. I spoke to my first love this morning to ask him to come back just for a little while to celebrate our daughter’s birthday. So far I haven’t felt his presence but I know he’s somewhere nearby.

Thanks for listening to a bit of my life.

Love, Charmaine

Aging. . .what you lose

Today was an exceptionally wonderful day, weather wise. We worked outside, shovels digging up weeds in order to plant bulbs; a task I’ve enjoyed most of my long life. And then I gazed around the area to find huge boulders, some smaller, to frame the area. And so I lifted each one to form a circular effect for when the bulbs blossomed.

Yes, that’s what I did, for several hours and folks, the task had the feel of beyond difficulty. I didn’t stop until finished and then, OH the Pain in my lower back! How dumb can you get? I didn’t think, I just dug, pulled, picked up heavy stones until I could hardly walk. And then sadness overcame me, me the happy one.I said to my hubs, this is another thing you lose as you age. The strength of youth; the stamina to do it all. A few bad words came to me and I released them. I’m happy to be alive; happy to write my books and see my daughter and granddaughter and grand dogs and grand hamster and don’t forget our four cats so devoted. And then there is my hubs who shares sickness and health.

That’s the good side, right? Forgive me if I whine about things I’ve lost like lifting heavy rocks and digging weeds. My dear Pain Management Doctor will take care of me tomorrow to lessen the pain and he will give me shake of the head and say, NO! Don’t do that again.

Love to all, Charmaine

Chef’s Surprise, the last taste.

We’ve had enough of this tub and I believe we should dry off and get comfortable in my bedroom.”

The kisses smothered her silken body like never before; Reva thought,so this is what romance is, well bring it on and she straddled his strength to find him ready for her body.
“Condoms?”
“Not necessary since I take a pill.”
“Let’s drink to the pill,” as slowly the elegant lawyer licked his way down to her heat to find her center so sweet and juicy and soon they were fully engaged.
“We fit so well,” he said as they stared at each other, the rapture, the wonder, the magic of it all, so soon.
“More, dear love, much more,” and they reached for the stars to find them.

“How incredible it is to make love with you, James” she said, “maybe we can try it again, like soon.”

In the room down the hall, the beloved elderly woman smiled because she was pretty sure she heard two people trying to keep private things private, to no avail. She spoke to her long gone husband to give him the good news that at last, love was in their house again.

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One night, she ran. For the bus to freedom and a new life. She had a plan, and a small box of cash.
With grit and determination, the young girl learned more than lessons at nursing college, the first part of her plan.
Someday, she would become a top chef, but for now, she’d claw her way up the ladder.
There is payback for every crime, and sometimes the payback is more than satisfactory.

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