cronechronicler

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Meatloaf Mystery Resolved

The other day as the word game ladies and I were playing our ever-fascinating game our friend Thelma joined us. She sat down next to me and asked about the frozen dinners she had left for me in my freezer. It was a totally unreal moment! I had begun to despair of ever unravelling the mystery.

My first question was how had she gotten into my apartment. Thelma replied that she rang my bell and then knocked. When I didn’t answer she turned the knob and found my door unlocked. She walked in and put the bag of meatloaf dinners in my freezer. OK. Then I asked her why she had brought me the meatloaf dinners. She told me that since our word game friend Mary had entered Hospice and moved into a nursing home, her daughter Carol was in the process of cleaning out her mother’s apartment. Carol found the frozen dinners and wondered what to do with them. Thelma had stopped by to help Carol and suggested that I might like the dinners. She knew that Mary and I share a love of Lean Cuisine and offered to take them to me. So Thelma put them in my freezer intending to let me know they were from Mary but forgot as she moved on with her day. If I had not just come from shopping and was putting away groceries when I found the mysterious blue bag of meatloaf dinners, I might not have been so unsettled and also sure that there was no way I had put the dinners in my freezer. I am relieved to know that I did not, and will continue to count on myself to remove groceries from the plastic bags before putting them away. Now I have a new action to worry about that I was certain I would never do. I would have sworn that I always lock my door when I leave home.

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Breaking Camp

Summer is slowly pulling up stakes
Bombarding acorns ping loudly
On iron patio tables
The weather grows chilly
Heat for the pool turned off for the season
Time for our word game to move indoors

Dear Belle who’s now gone
Kept our things in her closet
Pillows that cushioned the hard iron chairs
Red bag of stones that held down cards when the wind blew
Now need new lodgings until summer returns
Cards stay with us to play word games inside

As a call went out for winter storage
I searched my apartment and found just the thing
A shelf high in a cabinet I cannot reach
Empty and waiting to be filled with the promise
Of summer and joy of word games with friends
Also  memories of the season just passed

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