I have a memory like a sieve. Which is why it’s such a relief to have remembered I have to go to my granddaughter’s tenth birthday party in a couple of minutes. She was desperate that I go, and of course I said I would. I wouldn’t miss it for the world. I could easily forget and find myself going for my daily walk around the lake. And then it would be too late. As I said, I have a memory like a sieve.
I enjoy my daily walk around the lake, especially now that summer is here. Using a walking stick has been a great help. I never knew a simple walking stick could be so handy. It takes the weight off my cranky old hip. And the doctor said to wear a sun hat. Apparently I had some pre-cancer thingy on the top of my ear. They treated it with a steroid cream but the doctor said to always wear a sun hat. So I do that when I go for my daily walk.
I do enjoy the lake walk. Sometimes I vary the walk a bit and head towards town, but usually it’s just around the lake. I always take a couple of slices of bread for the ducks. The water makes for a peaceful stroll, and the ducks make for some entertainment. And today is such a sunny day!
Now, I’ve just got to get my walking stick, my sunhat, and some bread, and I’m off.
Catch you later!
To listen to the story being read click HERE!
Poor Griselda! Balloons and streamers. But no one in sight.
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Yeah! Suck eggs, Griselda!
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Spoiled brat. What–you think people have nothing better to do than attend birthday parties? Kids today–I tell you!
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Let’s hope Griselda is locked up eventually by her future husband who kidnaps her kids, and divorces her. That should teach her not to expect grandpa to come to her b’day when he could be feeding ducks.
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Hope to see photos of your granddaughter’s birthday party. 🙂
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I went to download the party photos and they’re all of ducks in a lake!
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Gramps would remember the party if he really wanted to go; but he doesn’t really want to go so he’s getting off the hook by ” not remembering” it. (Oh my god, really? Not want to go to the child’s party? You can’t be serious!!!)
Hail to the sieve! A great blessing of old age!
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The sieve part starts early for some, believe me!
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I know – I had to read your comment twice because by the time I got to the end, I’d forgotten how it started!
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Hah! I think the memory loss begins when you have children. It’s all down hill from then. They wring your brain cells dry!
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It’s nature’s way of survival!
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I think you’re right! 🙂
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Now that’s a take that couldn’t be closer to the truth!
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I must add selective amnesia to selective deafness.
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Eh? is an excellent phrase to have in ones vocabulary. Eh?
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Oh dear. It will end in tears and recriminations.
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As long as they get a present!
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I’ve been to a few g-children’s b-day parties that I wished I’d forgotten!
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My mother had 28 g-children and never went to any of their parties!
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Oh,oh! Sounds a bit like me! I have to admit that my head was ready for a different ending – getting the cane, the hat and something else I’ve already forgotten and heading off – sans trousers……………..
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It’s far too early in the morning for such a risque story! Like when he gets to the top of a hill, gramps takes off his hat and pants.
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Good grammar is key for any writer 🙂
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I shall bare that – in mind!
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😀
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The lake was definitely a better bet, good excuse!
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That is a rambling tale. Probably a good thing he missed the party, boring old fart.
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Here’s me thinking it was rather autobiographical!!!!
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More single-minded than sieve-minded!
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Cunning comes with age (or so they tell me!)
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At least you remembered the hat. By agreement with my dermatoligist, I now keep my hair longer, to cover my ears from the ravages of the evil sun! Anything to avoid yet another session with the plastic surgeon.
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I hope things continue to go well on that matter, Keith!
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It’s fine now, thanks, Bruce. The annual checks haven’t shown up anything bad for a few years.
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Now – what was it that all these people have commented on?
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I have no idea!
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Poor old Grandpa – the family needs to remind him
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I’m pretty sure he might have “remembered” but preferred the walk!
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Crumbs!
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Crumbs indeed! The ducks love them!
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It was a fatal mistake on the part of the protagonist to have kept talking about the lake.
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I’m sure (maybe, perhaps) he did it on purpose!
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