GOOD MORNING WORLD
There was much discussion about how and why this day came about. It supposedly tracks way way back to the cave men! It had to do with change of seasons. I really was not that interested in the origins nor the day. I do not like pranks. It is not my favorite thing to make someone else look foolish or to trick them. Our youngest grandson however takes great delight in this and spends time watching this goof ups on you tube videos. I suppose it could be worse.
I have too much else on my mind as we are transitioning this year from one lifestyle to another . I have no idea what the ‘another’ will look like. While ever up for a new adventure I must share that I am a wee bit wobbly at what is to come.
In the meantime I have to dismantle my library. I think this is perhaps the hardest job I have ever had to do. I love books. I love the feel of them in my hands and behind me in this office. I think, as I write this, I have to thank our small little library for this feeling. Going into the building there was always a scent of dusty books that somehow was very welcoming. If I did not want to see anyone that day I could go to the front stacks pick a spot on the floor and a book and read.
I volunteered, when I wanted to, helping check books in and out. This was more self-serving than generous as it let me check out my own books and I did not have to hear Mrs. Hitchcock’s clucking at her distaste for my choices. Before Harlequin there were Acadia books of much the same genre. I did really enjoy a good romance novel even trashy ones.
Last Sunday we had visitors and I was going through some books to share with them and give them. In one of the books I came across a piece of paper which would not be unusual for me and my books. Bet many are full of notes I was to send or receipts or memos of some sort. This one in particular was entitled, “For those of you that like romance novels”. It was a fun read so I am sharing it with you as my blog today. In my need to give credit for writings I have no idea where this came from so offer an apology if I am breaking some laws. I present it exactly as I found it.
For those of you that like romance novels:
On a Trans-Atlantic flight, a plane passes through a severe storm. The turbulence was awful, and things go from bad to worse when one wing is struck by lightning.
One woman in particular loses it. Screaming, she stands up in the front of the plane. “I’m too young to die!” she wails. Then she yells, “Well if I’m going to die, I want my last minutes on earth to be memorable! I’ve had plenty of sex in my life, but no one has ever made me really feel like a woman! Well, I’ve had it! Is there ANYONE on this plane who can make me feel like a WOMAN??”
For a moment there is silence. Everyone has forgotten their own peril, and they all stare, riveted, at the desperate woman in the front of the plane.
Then, a man stands up in the rear of the plane. “I can make you feel like a woman,” he says.
He’s gorgeous. Tall, built with long, flowing black hair and jet black eyes, he starts to walk slowly up the aisle, unbuttoning his shirt one button at a time. No one moves.
The woman is breathing heavily in anticipation as the strange man approaches.
He removes his shirt. Muscles ripple across his chest as he reaches her, and extends the arm holding his shirt to the trembling woman, and whispers:
Happy April Fool’s Day!
…..ONWARD TO MORE MISADVENTURE…