There’s Beauty Wherever You Are! JOKES & Humor #3 by Pat Lundquist ~

Sonoma County, CA. ~ It seems these days peo- ple are a little stressed to say the least. I came up with an idea to get the creative types to fo- cus on some- thing different and creative every day. I don’t

know if any of you are on the Nextdoor Social Me- dia program but there are plenty of members here. I kicked my idea off with a challenge plus one of my photos. It’s not a contest, just a place to

post whatever you come up with while Shelter- ing-in-Place. I figure anyone involved in cre-

doom and gloom, the point is to get people to search for the beauty wherever they are. I sug-

gested posting only one image per day so as not to over- load the system. Truth is I have no clue what the capac- ity is but I’m pretty sure the moderators

ativity or enjoying look- ing at creative work is a winner already. Instead of seeing everything as

will tell me if I’ve caused too much trouble with this idea… It started off great, al-

though quite a few peo- ple were unclear on the object of this and just posted things they found or had done in the past. One lady posted her crochet work, another posted a jigsaw puzzle she just completed. It doesn’t matter, as long as it gets them thinking about beauty. Beauty being in the

eye of the beholder, I don’t care if they drop a transmission and pho- tograph the gears just so long as their finding something to enjoy while Sheltering-in-Place.

I figured I’d toss that idea out and see if anyone is interested. Post here:

Summer GUIDE 2020

It seems a lady had too much wine at a party, was heading home, and was pulled over by a state

It was June, and the world smelled of roses. The sunshine was like powdered gold over the

grassy hillside. Maud Hart Lovelace


trooper. Upon being tested, the girl couldn’t walk a straight line any more than she could drive one, so the trooper wrote out a ticket and had just given it to the driver before an accident in the opposite lane took his attention to more important matters. The inebriated woman, figuring that the trooper wasn’t coming back to her, drove home and went to bed. She was awakened in the morning by a knock at the door, created by two more state troopers. “Are you Ms. Johnson?” they asked? She admitted that she was. “Were you pulled over at Main Street last night for driving under the influence?” Again, the woman admitted that was she. “And what did you do then,” the troopers asked.” The woman replied that she drove his car home and went to bed. “Where is your car now?” the troop- ers inquired. The woman answered that it was in the garage. “May we see the car?” asked the troopers. The woman answered, “Sure,” and opened the garage. Inside the garage was the state troopers car.

He who has a why to live can bear almost any how. ~ Friedrich Nietzsche

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