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Entry date: 7-30-2023 – Sunday Funnies – Letters to My Friends

Dear Friends,

What did the apple say to the orange?

Nothing. It can’t talk.

What did the orange say to the apple?

Nothing. It can’t talk.

What did the banana do?

Nothing. It’s a banana.

The important thing to remember, from all of this, is that you were hoping for the apple, orange, and banana to do something funny. Aren’t we all often hoping that something funny will happen? Writing jokes is very hard. I wish my brain worked that way.

Happy Sunday, Friend.


It was so wonderful to meet Mia yesterday. I am so thankful that her arrival in the world seems to have gone so easily. Momma, daddy, and baby are all doing great. My heart was swollen with love.

Sometimes, love is really like flipping a switch, isn’t it. I’ve been eagerly awaiting Mia’s arrival, of course, but there is a difference between knowing a baby is coming and holding her in your arms. The switch flipped. I have another little person to adore.

I keep thinking these words, “I can’t wait.” There are so many things I can’t wait for when it comes to her, but I can be patient. I’m already looking forward to seeing her again.


Betsy Velasquez was in a great deal of pain. Her doctor had let her know that her surgery had been successful, but even though this was a great relief, she was in a lot of pain while she was conscious. The two or three days of recovery time from surgery were going to be long.

The door to Betsy’s room came open and a new face came in along with her nurse, Randy.

“How we doing Betsy,” asked Randy.

“I’ve had better days, that’s for sure,” Betsy replied.

“I know, sweetheart. This is Marcy. She’s going to take great care of you tonight,” said Randy.

“Hi Betsy, it’s nice to meet you. I know you’ve been in good hands all day, but I’m happy to help however I can. Just let me know if you need anything, okay?” said Marcy.

“Nice to meet you, too, Marcy, and thank you,” said Betsy.

“I’m back tomorrow, Betsy. See you then. Take good care of my gal here, Marcy,” said Randy.

“I will. I bet she and I are going to get along great,” Marcy said with a wink at Betsy.

A smile came across Betsy’s face and her pain subsided a little bit. She almost felt good.

Randy smiled, too. He was used to this kind of banter, but something felt really good about this moment. He couldn’t quite put his finger on it, but one thing he knew for sure was that Betsy was in good hands. As he left the hospital that night, he would have whistled on his way to his car if he knew how.


See you tomorrow.

The view from the tower on top of Bald Mountain. I wonder if we will be friends or enemies next year.

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