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The Bologna Blog

by L.A. Grawitch

Rated: 18+ · Book · Comedy · #2161749

Just shooting the poop with Lori

He travels the world on the backs of others
Insignificant in his stature and size
His journey carries no mission
Randomly roaming at the will of his host
Sated enough to never question his trek
Life is an open adventure without worry
If the excitement of his dusty trail dulls
Another bus awaits to grant passage
With a furry friend to carry him home
Ah the wonderful life of a flea

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10 Most Recent Blog Comments:

Kåre Enga in Montana

Dec 29, 2022 at 10:45pm
In response to "Back again"

Writing also has fewer calories.

Even short entries like this count. It keeps the gas from backing up and... well, no need to go there...

Hope you can check in whenever the urge arises.

Kåre Enga in Montana

Dec 27, 2022 at 9:28pm
In response to "Back on"

Post something on the Newsfeed that you're back. Folks don't read blogs like they used to.

Personally, my life has changed a lot in the last few months.

Kåre Enga in Montana

Dec 16, 2021 at 6:36pm
In response to "Songs"

Instagram, YouTube? I dunno. I want to write some stories placed in Thailand... maybe a screen play... complete with music in Thai/Lao. I've even sang some to myself (melody/images rather than words). My voice left me long ago but that shouldn't stop me from singing.

Kåre Enga in Montana

Oct 29, 2021 at 10:50pm
In response to "Jobs"

Yep. When the right ship passes by... you'll be ready.

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Kåre Enga in Montana

Oct 24, 2021 at 4:40pm
In response to "Old Friends"

I wish... I was looking forward to my high-school reunion... but covid. I no longer live close to where I grew up. None of them live here. I have to rely on new connections.

Kåre Enga in Montana

Oct 24, 2021 at 4:37pm
In response to "Happiness"

I didn't connect well as a child. Never quite felt at ease in my skin and I wasn't taught how to get along.

So I've spent a lifetime working on connections. Sometimes it worked! No need to mention the other times.

I continue stumbling on my journey.

Kåre Enga in Montana

Oct 12, 2021 at 6:44pm
In response to "New York"

Glad you went.

I can imagine it would be overwhelming for the senses. I live in quiet and will need to adjust next time I travel. I mostly live in silence and that's not in my forecast.

Kåre Enga in Montana

Oct 3, 2021 at 9:56pm
In response to "New York "

I'm a bit jealous. I've never been. But as a world traveler I concur with what you say. Enjoy being with your daughter.

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Kåre Enga in Montana

Aug 21, 2021 at 7:29pm
In response to "Games of the 60's and 70's"

Yes, I remember jarts. We were careful. I didn't play marbles. I came to dislike Monopoly. Later I learned to dislike Risk.

I prefered card games. I played to win. Of course, I lost as well.

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Kåre Enga in Montana

Aug 18, 2021 at 9:41pm
In response to " RoboCalls from Work"

I'd be pissed and demanding to be paid for answering the phone! I worked 11 pm - 7 am. I did NOT works days. I did NOT work evenings. I slept 8-4 and told friends not to call me unless the house was burning down. I literally could not work if I didn't have enough sleep.

Some at that time thought we should have rotating shifts. The night crew adamantly said NO. My opinion? Rotation is an abuse and so are many schedules for police and hospitals. I've worked both. You want a doc or a cop who's worked 16 hours straight to look after you?

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December 8, 2020 at 9:19am

#999867

Light the Candle

When death visits, everything else in the universe seems fragile. For days we tip-toe on the eggshells left behind. The passing of time slows and the heartache dwells. Mustering up strength to continue is strenuous. An upward lifting of the lips is a task of immense proportion, as is the drying of one's tears. All tomorrows come into question and the rainbows beyond reflect a dingy aura of color. Videos of memories shared play in a constant loop in the hollows of the brain. It matters not the distance traveled with the lost soul,only that the path of your existence collided long ago for reasons unknown. It is as if a part of the daily portrait of your life has been erased, with the familiarity dulled. The constants once counted upon are diminished. The only thing that remains are the whispered thank you's to the heavens for the portion of the journey shared.We shall lay to rest a good friend, a soldier of God's army, a husband, a father,and a man of character, with the candle that lights our path dimmed, but our hearts stronger for having met him on life's road. It is such, with all the souls that take flight from this earthly orb.

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