GETTING OUT OF THE BLUES

bluejay

The wind blew so violently, I decided to stay inside and work on my baby blue quilt which I am making for my blue-eyed grandson.  Thinking of him generally lifts me out of the blues, but, alas, I put on the Blue Danube to listen to.  It was so slow and quiet I found it did nothing for my blues, so I switched to some blue jazz.  As it was lifting my spirits I remembered my son who blew the trumpet back in his high school days.  I was so proud of him  looking so handsome in his blue uniform.  I realized I still had the blues.  I pine for my children to come home more.

Suddenly out of the blue, I heard a crash in the dining room.  Rushing in I saw Bluefly, my blue terrier dog, jump down from the cabinet where my Blue Danube china was displayed!  Yes, he did fly out of that room knowing the mess he was in.  He was often in similar problems; that was the reason for his name, Bluefly.

Needless to say that did not get me out of the blues.  I dropped all pretense of trying to snap out of the blues  I settled for a pity party.  I hiked my chair closer to the window, watched the wind as it blew, causing a great deal of havoc among my blue hydrangea. As I watched I saw a bluejay trying to take wing.  Poor thing.  It was unable to make progress against that wind.  He took cover in the my cedar laded with blue berries.  For some reason that struck me as funny, so after a good belly laugh, I got up went to be kitchen, made myself some cupcakes, with added blue food flavoring.  Just the answer.  Food for the blues.  Not healthy, but it works!

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About oneta hayes

ABOUT ME Hello. To various folks I am Neat’nee, Mom, Grandma Neta, Gramma, Aunt Neta, Aunt Noni, Aunt Neno, and Aunt Neto (lots of varieties from little nieces and nephews). To some I’m more like “Didn’t you used to be my teacher?” or “Don’t I know you from someplace?” To you, perhaps, I am a Fellow Blogger. Not “fellow” like a male or a guy, but “fellow” like a companion or an adventurer. I would choose to be Grandma Blogger, and have you pull up a chair, my website before you, while I tell you of some days of yore. I have experienced life much differently than most of you. It was and is a good life. I hope to share nuggets of appreciation for those who have gone before me and those who come after me. By necessity you are among those who come after me and I will tell you of those who came before. Once upon a time in a little house on a prairie - oops, change that lest I commit plagiarism - and change that “house on the prairie” to “dugout on the prairie.” So my story begins...
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4 Responses to GETTING OUT OF THE BLUES

  1. Salvageable says:

    This is clever. I particularly enjoy the way you twice worked in “blew.” J.

  2. A cute and nice story written using the word “blue” 🙂

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