My favorite days within and around my work day or night schedules have always been payday and my days off. Those days to enjoy the rewards of labor, and to relax in comfort.
I love having my space and reveling within my natural confidence and independence.
I am a loner who is never lonely.
As I love to be alone I don’t need, or desire, the constant company of others.
I love my food and living the very healthy lifestyle I’ve lived since my early youth. I love my entertainment and individual recreational preferences.
Yesterday I made two delicious vegan vanilla milkshakes and popped yummy🍿white popcorn kernels.
I watched an old episode of “The Virginian”, one of my old favorite classic television shows.
I then watched a good suspense flick.
Later on within the evening, around eight o’clock p.m., I was all set to watch my Sunday night noirs.
I started off with a black and white film titled “Please Murder Me”, a 1956 movie which starred Angela Lansbury and Raymond Burr, the film was great.
I tried my hardest to stay up to view the following noirs, however, as I laid propped so comfortably upon a pillow I fell fast asleep into the clutches of a much needed long rest.
It would be during the summer months of nice and beautiful sunny weather, early in the morning, when an elder neighbor who lived four doors down from me toward the corner house, would call me over to his home to share the finest quality chocolate candy with me.
I’d walk my seven, eight, or nine year old body over inside of his gate to sit on the stoop across from him and we’d both eat a delicious chunk of thick chocolate bars that he’d generously offer to me from time to time.
I was the only child on our block who he would do this with, and the occurrence was always totally innocent.
He fortunately wasn’t a dirty old man.
He never spoke or tried anything out of the way with me. He never invited me inside of his home we’d just hang outside for a few minutes to eat chocolate and talk.
Then, I’d be on my way to play.
He was just a nice old man who viewed me as a good little girl and I thought his gestures were altogether very kind.
Each time he’d call me over to share candy I’d go back and tell my mom later on within the day.
She thought the gestures were nice and cute too.
His name was Mr Monroe and it was in the early eighties when growing up as a child was better and more exciting compared to growing up now within this day and age.
I have a lot of fond memories of my childhood growing up, and playing with my Barbies, and Paper Dolls, was high on the list.
I could not have imagined life without Barbie, and all the fun that came with playing in the world I created for her through my elaborate ideas.
I had plenty of Barbie accessories to indulge in during my inspired activities, and many hours spent enjoying the sport of bringing invention into origination.
The Paper Dolls were equally intriguing, holding a firm grasp onto my studious attention, while stimulating my broad streak of talent and vision.
Our childhood fun was more than just preoccupied enjoyment it was educational as well as recreational to the ever advanced and developing mind, no matter what kind of toy or item we had engagement within.
It was’t necessarily an object soley itself to encourage, but the fostering of our own faculty in which brought out the depth within our ability to analyze and to determine.
I had Barbie/Mattel brand Paper Dolls as well as some really cute other brands that shared a similarity to the likeness of Barbie.
The fancy cut outs would come with sectional and stylishly designed cardboard sets that came in the form of soda shops, bedrooms, ice cream parlors, and other lifestyle scenery to highlight, and to promote a realistic appeal that further stimulated the imagination.
Paper Dolls we’re also a great motivator for young children who we’re inspired to become fashion designers, or architects who sketched and drawed out outlines, and masterminded construction plans.
There was always music within my household. I’m listening to gorgeous tunes right now at low volume as I write.
My mother made sure I had my own Walkman, Record Player, Organ, Boom Box, and giant set of Headphones as a child growing up.
My mother enjoyed listening to her own complete stereo system that included the tall speakers in which she’d blast.
I have other relatives who adored music and some were even talented within the skills of writing notes and playing musical instruments professionally.
We had loads of albums, cassette tapes, and CDs to engage in as we loved all types of music from soft rock, pop, jazz, rhythm and blues, particular rap, alternative, gospel, and whatever sounded good to the ears.
When I was about twelve or thirteen I remember these commercials would come on the television advertising one to call up to win prizes through automated/recorded quizzes.
So I called up the number and I had to choose the right or wrong answer by pushing the dial pads of the touchtone telephone my family owned.
I actually won and received a free coupon to go bowling at Jib Lane Bowling Alley though I never went since I wasn’t interested in the sport.
I began to call quite a few times to see what else I could win, however, most of the time it was the same old prize to Jib Lane as I kept winning the quizzes. I called so often that I discovered through repitition every Wednesday the prize was a dozen of free assorted doughnuts from dunkin donuts.
After I found out the bonus prize I would only call on Wednesday to get me some free doughnuts.
I knew how to beat the quizzes as I had gotten so familiar with the automated system. I was never a dummy and used my intuition to constantly win but after a while I gave it up. It was fun while it had lasted.
I had plenty of Jib Lane post cards mailed out to me to go bowling for free (I didn’t want that shit).
The quiz advertisement was stingy with the free doughnuts I only received a few free dozen coupons compared to all of the ones I had gotten to go to Jib Lane.
When I went to Dunkin Donuts on more than one occasion I was able to pick out any flavor of twelve doughnuts in which I wanted as the coupons stated.
Nowadays, I don’t even eat doughnuts, I haven’t eaten a doughnut in years but those were some cool memories.