tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5416556583423635558.post4604771879752913205..comments2024-03-28T05:41:54.888-05:00Comments on The Final Chapters: MEMORIESluluhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11520683067915486215noreply@blogger.comBlogger7125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5416556583423635558.post-8650919363429881912016-01-21T06:22:05.848-06:002016-01-21T06:22:05.848-06:00Welllll.........yes that is true, lololol---and my...Welllll.........yes that is true, lololol---and my old bones will be feeling it soon, LOLOLLindahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16466115918585699329noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5416556583423635558.post-75681594945266842332016-01-20T10:33:34.724-06:002016-01-20T10:33:34.724-06:00We all love our Victor! He never fails to provide...We all love our Victor! He never fails to provide a chuckle!<br /><br />Dancing requires co-ordination---so I refrained!<br /><br />Blessings, Friend!luluhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11520683067915486215noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5416556583423635558.post-17337803331521137142016-01-20T10:32:38.076-06:002016-01-20T10:32:38.076-06:00OH, but Friend, you are in to hill climbing these ...OH, but Friend, you are in to hill climbing these days!!<br />Blessings, Sweet Friend!luluhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11520683067915486215noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5416556583423635558.post-3077048452148740472016-01-20T08:37:44.735-06:002016-01-20T08:37:44.735-06:00You're right about muscle memory. Running wasn...You're right about muscle memory. Running wasn't my cup of tea but I used to dance (Jazz, Ballet). Oh, there was no real talent there, but it was fun. Now I'm lucky that I can sit in the chair without falling out of it. What happened?! Lack of training for sure. It's the same with prayer. It is important to 'stay in training' for those emergencies that will happen. Another great analogy.<br />Victor's comment was priceless. He really should do stand up comedy, but then again, that would require muscle memory for the legs. *lol*<br />Hope your day is blessed. ~:)Sparkyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09531515666554867421noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5416556583423635558.post-12076170851054015652016-01-20T07:19:49.981-06:002016-01-20T07:19:49.981-06:00LOL Victor. Can always count on him to make light ...LOL Victor. Can always count on him to make light of things, smiles. My days of running are over with--I ran cross country in high school and my first go around in college. No more. <br /><br />Another great post, Lulu. Have a beautiful day, friend.Lindahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16466115918585699329noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5416556583423635558.post-35177587805682100212016-01-20T06:02:04.550-06:002016-01-20T06:02:04.550-06:00Laughing, Victor!
Blessings, Friend!Laughing, Victor!<br />Blessings, Friend!Loraluhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09428559311387283317noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5416556583423635558.post-89076142225683607352016-01-20T04:11:45.470-06:002016-01-20T04:11:45.470-06:00This is wonderful, Lulu. You have given me the per...This is wonderful, Lulu. You have given me the perfect excuse as to why I get up and run to the pub whenever the mother-in-law visits. It is muscle memory that does it. It's against my every wish to stay and be insulted by her over and again. It's the muscle memory that makes me get up and run for a drink.<br /><br />And it's muscle memory that makes me collapse on the armchair whenever I am asked to take the trash out, or take the dog for a walk, or mow the lawn, or do the million and one things I am asked to do. I would love to do all these things really, and more besides. But muscle memory makes me feel tired as I collapse on the armchair.<br /><br />Now ... what else can I blame muscle memory for? Let me think ... no; that's too private to mention here.<br /><br />God bless.Victor S E Moubarakhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04280638667651857296noreply@blogger.com