The garbage

Mmmm, yummy, garbage, tasty, smelly garbage... Anything in the black bag waiting on the sidewalk for the garbage day smells so good. She will not eat the food from her dish: leftovers, chicken skins, not even a fish. Throw it into the bag, take it outside and second day there are the holes in the bag and the garbage is spilled on the sidewalk. I thought about some hungry wild things like opossums, skunks, maybe foxes, stray cats, dogs ... What else is running hungry? One day I found out it was our domestic tabby feasting on scraps she refused to eat from her dish. Yummy, it must taste good. Copyright (c)9/8/2009 Marie Neumann Pottsville, PA

Water bed

We were selling a water bed. We purchased it from the husband's friend and the husband was dreaming about it for a long time. The water bed was an old type, with the drawers on the bottom. The water made waves when it embraced the lying bodies. I tried to sleep on it, but I started to have wild dreams about sleeping on the shallow water. The bed had to be heated, and an economical husband said it will be enough to lay on a comforter, and we will have not to use heat as much. When I wanted to turn around during the night, I wrapped myself into the nightgown so well I tore it. I solved the situation the crepe style: Jump and turn in the air. Then I moved out off the bed. We had a problem. After two years we were selling the water bed. Son, with the help of the hose, successfully emptied the water. The leftover of water, with the mattress, plopped over the metal catch, and it created a little hole in the rubber mattress. The husband drove to the store to buy a glue and rubber patches. He fixed the hole quickly, because the buyers were coming. We took all bed parts in the living room, and the couple was knocking on the door. Our four years old daughter was sitting in the living room corner and was observing quietly. Couple was wishing to have the water bed for a long time, and they asked why we were selling. "My husband loves it and I hate it." The woman was satisfied with the answer and prepared money. "There is a hole", came from the corner. The woman hesitated. We showed the rubber patches to the couple, added leftovers of patches and glue, and I took $25.00 of the price. The couple took the bed, and I promised to myself never ever to take our little daughter to any financial transactions in the future again. (c) 2007 Marie Neumann Stephenville, Texas

Gold mine

I was a gold mine for Stevensville, Texas, with my manuscripts, my old letters, my diaries, my old sweaters and shoes; my cooking recipes, and my little trinkets. I was a treasure. I showed up unarmed and single. Copyright(c) Marie Neumann 8/25/08 Pottsville

The laundry

Don't put Texas to the laundry with the whites. It will shrink. Wash it with the colors. It shrunk. It's one third of the size now. From Dallas to El Paso is only 200 miles. What about ego of Texans? It shrunk also. Copyright (c)Marie Neumann Pottsville, 8/25/09

Last summer

Everybody is wearing flip-flops. Summer of free meals and popcorn. Meetings of angry Americans debating health care. Nobody will go hungry. The gangs of mentals learned how to use cell-phones and pick the locks. We didn't raise them this way. We raised them to be gentle. What will it take to put everything right? Flocks of volunteers cook meals and wash the dishes. The churches give away free food. Last summer, summer of plenty. Copyright (c) 8/2009 Marie Neumann Pottsville, PA

Banned books

Banned books are sitting behind the bars, and many times, their authors, too. Banned books are banned from the libraries, taken to the warehouses, deleted from the catalogs. The most prohibited books go for liquidation. They are turned into the pulp; thrown into the bonfire. Modern Koniases stomp in their high boots. The most modern walk softly and the books are eliminated from human memory. Copyright(c)3/2008 Marie Neumann Stephenville

Loves

Why do they hate us? We shattered the dreams about their happiness. Why are they so angry? They will be not able to manipulate us so easily anymore. Why are they so bitter? Because we run free. Why do they cling to us so much? They can not stand by themselves. Why they don't leave? They want our money, our happiness, our playfulness, they want our dreams. Copyright(c)8/2009 Marie Neumann, Pottsville