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2/6/2024 3:04 pm

Shaming the shrew. The fussbudge.

I can't believe what a stern looking "fussbudge" she'd turned out to be.
the eighteenth century was soon to be and scolding the little rascals only hardened her soul even more.
I had to admit it that somehow I'd made that jump from the cherished writer from one time to now at a loss from finding more evil that was conceivable.
I'd discovered in one of the sessions that inhumane punishments were given to the "fusspots" naggers and those with sharp tongues.
One guy who lived here had the miracle of a curse prevent his wife from ever uttering another word.
This is a true story and had a right to be included in the drake equation, the drake put together about the habits of God.
He'd got so tired of her constant critical corrections and he was a very well mannered and polite fellow.
He had a great collection of tiny motorbikes ready in his garage that he'd work on to keep them tip top.
I met one of his k&ds, wife and grandkids and life was sweet, nothing could be heard to bother you.
He apologized for the silence of his wife who used to be an active talker.
He thought she'd given him a bout of food poisoning, holding his belly.
Then bristling with fire she set to give him a good berating but not a word could she utter.
It was just like that, she never would speak again.
As if God had raised his hand. enough women, you're days of speaking are done!
I was watching Alita battle angel and the only other stuff from Connolly I'd watch was the labyrinth and the change in her was black and white.
She was hard in the older version. It was like a perverse magic trick had been done.
I liked that I'd be sought out for a chat. A girl told me I was her favorite to spend some time with.
I wondered about God sending souls to fill bodies who'd have to deal with the "Shrews" .
My girl was an angel and was so rare. Everyone liked her, I'd been waiting for my angel so long that now I was past my prime, not the once virile person I once was.
It was like that final scene in once upon a time in the west.
"You know you're a very handsome man!" she said and if he was a bit younger, more full of folly ,he'd do her good.
But I didn't feel any real compulsion to make it all work. It was a dream held by other forces.
Maybe I'd be scolded for returning from an empty nest. Maybe applauded to have beaten temptation.
It was just a game, full of folly !

Imagine my surprise when I found out that my opinion actually mattered!