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Will you…

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Will you take the time to know me
Beyond the secret of my curves
I’ll return the favor
And explore your attributes…

Will you celebrate life’s wonders
Let me see it in your eyes
That you couldn’t live without me
You’d never want to try…

Will you stay with me forever
Or as long as time allows
You see, I can’t release you
I’m afraid I don’t know how…

~~~

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Happy Pi Day…

Pi, Mathematics, Love Locks

It’s 3/14 and math lovers everywhere are celebrating Pi Day by grabbing deals on pizza and other pies!

Pi Day Free Pie & Deals (I got this online, so I know they must be right!)
Marie Callender’s
The deal: In honor of Pi Day, you can grab a free slice of pie with a coupon available on its site. You can pick from more than 20 varieties, including the limited edition Celebration Cake Pie, available through March 31.

When: March 14

Whole Foods

The deal: The grocery store is offering $3.14 off large bakery pies purchased in-store. The variety will vary by location, but you’re getting pi off your pie.

When: March 14

Boston Market

The deal: Bring in a Pi Day coupon and you can land a free rotisserie chicken pot pie with the purchase of any other meal and drink.

When: March 14

Bojangles

The deal: Pick up three of Bojangles’ individually-sized sweet potato pies for $3.14

When: March 14

Grand Traverse Pie Company

The deal: Grab a free slice of the restaurant’s Michigan ABC Pie with any purchase. The deal is available at all 16 locations.

When: March 14

Village Inn

The deal: While it’s not Pi Day specific, Village Inn offers a free slice of its classic fruit pie, Mint Brownie Blast Pie, or Coconut Cream Pie every Wednesday with any in-restaurant purchase. The pie gods have smiled on you because Pi Day is a Wednesday.

When: Every Wednesday

Bakers Square

The deal: Get $2 off a whole pie for the mathematical holiday. That excludes cheesecakes and carrot cakes, but you can use the discount on as many pies as you’d like.

When: March 13-14

Blaze Pizza

Papa Murphy’s

Urban Brick

Cici’s Pizza

And I find it very poignant that Stephen Hawking, 76, passed away today, the most mathematical day of the year…

# Tuesday Haiku…

 

Back buying diapers

Could be for hubby or me

Always a bright side!

 

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My beautiful Chief, who is part terrier and part Chow, will be 15 in July.  He’s got arthritis, he’s getting hard of hearing and now having problems with incontinence overnight.  He’s been my baby since we adopted him at 8 weeks.  So sad to see him age, especially since he’s almost 50 pounds and not easy to help in and out of the house.  But he still loves going for a walk every day and he’s a really good sport about wearing his “man pants!”

We will probably need to redo the floor in the sunroom eventually, but at least the damage is being confined to one room.  If anyone has any other ideas, I’m open to suggestions!

I want to dance…

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I want to dance

To twirl and feel the air

Lift silken layers and guide your eager

Hands to my hips…

I want to dance

My fingers across your nape

Twine them into your curls

And tug gently till our eyes meet…

I want to dance

Attendance on your lips

To linger thigh to thigh

In a soft cocoon…

I want to dance

But we are caught

as surely as our hands between us

Or our mingled breaths…

We pull apart

You twirl me away

Chiffon floats like a cloud

I want to dance…

 

The Long Road Home…

The wind bit into her exposed skin as Dena huddled against her broken down car on the side of the interstate.  Dusk was closing in and she knew it would be dark soon.  How could she have forgotten to charge her phone before starting the drive home for Thanksgiving?

Mom is going to kill me, she thought ruefully, but with no phone and no car, she had no choice but to try to get someone to stop and help her.  Maybe she’d luck out and another kid going home from college would stop and pick her up.  Or maybe a nice truck driver.  They were the ones to help you on the road, her dad always said.

Okay, if no one was coming down the road, she was going to get back inside her car and wait where it was at least a little warmer.  Maybe the OnStar thing would work.  She got in and pressed it again and again, but nothing.  No disembodied voice asking how they could help her.  Her luggage was in the trunk of the little Dodge Dart and maybe she’d get it out and put some more layers of clothes on to try to stay warm.  She didn’t have another coat, but more jeans and socks and a big sweater, at least.

Darkness was rapidly closing in when she heard rumbling sounds behind her.  Peering out the frosted over back window she saw a huge semi bearing down on her.  The noise must have been the truck downshifting as the driver tried to stop after seeing her car.  Too late to get out and make a run for it, she just prayed that the air brakes caught and the massive machine stopped before slamming into her car.  Head down, trying to remember the long ago prayers from when she was a little girl, “Our Father who art in Heaven, hallowed be thy name…”

Oh, thank you, Jesus, the truck swung around her car and pulled onto the shoulder just in front with an awful squeal.  Dena’s heart was still pounding and her mouth was nearly dry, not noticing a tall, broad-shouldered man get out of the cab, a knit cap pulled low over longish brown hair as he stalked toward her car.  She was still in a daze when the loud rapping on her window brought her into the present.

Dena opened the door a crack to peer out and his lips tilted up a little.  “Can I help you with anything, miss?”

“Oh, thank goodness you stopped,” was all she could muster as her eyes filled with tears.

“Yep, seems like good luck all around, doesn’t it?  Come on into my truck and warm up a little and I’ll see what’s going on with your car.”  His big hand tugged on hers a little until she finally got her body to move.  She was almost stiff with the cold and the remnants of  fear from seeing the truck bearing down on her.  And now, relief — or something — was making her light-headed.

“My name is Dena,” she managed as he guided her toward the cab of the truck.  She noticed it was white and had some sort of telephone number and Jones Trucking on the side.

“Nice to meet you, Dena,” he smiled, again with the slight uptilt.  “Most folks call me Jonesy, but my name is Bill.  Now get on in there and warm up a little.”

It seemed like she barely had time to settle back against the luxurious padded seat and feel her toes and fingers start to thaw before he was climbing back up beside her.  Then she felt the truck lurch forward before it moved onto the highway.