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I do not know where to begin with this description. The time period is from 0 to now. Please don't ask how long that is. I am sure with certain clues, you will be able to figure that out. I am writing this on my favorite old computer at home. I have a computer room that doubles as a retreat for a few of my pets when they want to be alone. I will cover mostly current thoughts. I hope to add some pictures as I have seen in a blog. I think that to do this sharing will take a lot of work, but the pictures I have seen are well worth it. Occasionally, I might review a flashback in mylife. I have times when I just roll that special even around in my mind until it has every possible facet examined. Usually this time is to try to figure out a "what if" scenario. If some of my items have no zest to it feel free to say so. I think that after I have some a few trial runs, then the real me will be out for all of the world to see. Luck you! As the saying goes, "Come with me and the best is yet to be." |
  Day 3742 February 5, 2025 War Time Romance Part 2 Tilly had a strange feeling in that the dream that she was wanting to come true would have a change. Her mother knew that when her daughter did, something unexpected would soon show up. Tilly tried to shove it out of the way, but with no luck. The crickets stopped chirping. The mosquitoes were not around. And slight wind seemed to have disappeared. Then out of no where, there appeared a private who stopped walking and came to attention in front of Bud. “Private John Ballard, Sir:” he announced with a thin, nasal voice and a dignified salute. “At ease private.” responded Dr. Bud Graham.”What do you want? Is there a patient that needs help?” The private relaxed and gave Bud the message in a while envelope. Bud opened the envelope and read the message. His relaxed happy stance seemed to change into one of irritation. “What is it Bud?” asked Tilly as she gently put her hand on the arm that had the message. Her smile changed to soft concern and curiosity. “I have been ordered to go to Major Sharpe’s office tomorrow at Oh Eight hundred for new orders.” “Yes,” whispered Tilly. “But isn’t he….” “Yes he is the assignment officer. He has the nickname of ‘Hard hat Harold’. He paused. “Wherever one goes, is all work and no play.” “But you do great work here. Why would they send the best doctor to a place that….” “Yes Tillly. I feel that my work is a credit to the unit.” He looked up to the galaxies and stars.” And continued. “And I don’t think that it is the ultimate time to panic.” He looked at her and smiled. “But where in the universe needs a doctor.” She stopped talking to think a minute. “Maybe they might need a nurse or two.” “If they did, the private would have an envelope for you.” He answered with a small movement his head.” Let’s go to that nice seafood restaurant you liked to think this over after we have finished dinner.” “I really don’t think I’m hungry now.” She watched the private go around the corner of the supply building.” “Worrying will not change orders, if this is what it means.” He tried to put his ‘I’ll put you in a good mood soon’ smile on his face but he knew in his heart that the changes would be the first domino to go down in a list of changes he did not expect. To Be Continued |
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