Invisible Ink

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I am still going to physical therapy three times a week, hoping to strengthen my back and quit hunching over. A few days ago I was horrified to realize I put my hand on my bed to steady myself EVERY time I walked around it. Each time I caught myself doing that, I jerked my hand away as if it had touched a hot skillet. Unfortunately, it was such a habit that just telling myself to keep hands off did not work at all. A visible reminder was obligatory, and the sign is now on the bed.

Can you read it? Well, of course you can’t. It says in big bold letters on both sides DO NOT TOUCH! I used invisible ink – more than that – imaginary invisible ink. I don’t need to read it, but simply to be reminded to keep my hands off.

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Published by Anne Mehrling

I'm a retiree who loves to write about life in the mountains of North Carolina.

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  3. For years when I took the bus, especially in the dead of Winter and often a long and snowy 12-mile trip home, I’d put the key in the side-door lock and heave a sigh of relief to be home. I’d smell dinner cooking and hurriedly shut the door … with the key still in the lock! At least I locked the storm door first. But what was the purpose of having steel doors with a deadbolt if you left the keys in the lock? So the next morning, I’d see the keys, ice-cold, in the lock when I went to leave … oops. So Mom got into the habit of asking me if I had my keys and to put them in my bag immediately. But if she was busy with last-minute dinner prep, she might forget. So, she just gave me a piece of cardboard to hang over the inside door lock … no words, just something to jog my memory as to the keys. She said, that way if someone comes to our house, they don’t have to wonder why it says “KEYS!!”

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      1. I think she was afraid someone would break in as well! Honestly, it would just feel good to be home. I always shoveled snow in the morning before work. At that time, the retired neighbor across the street had a snowblower and would snowblow the driveway and sidewalk for us if we got a lot of snow so I didn’t have to go out again after dinner.

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          1. Yes, it was nice of him. He had a heart attack, so didn’t shovel, nor use the snowblower. Our handyman began doing snow, so my mom said “get Bill to do it” and our neighbor hired Bill to do it too. One Winter we had so much snow, I’m sure Bill was sorry he did a flat-fee basis for snow shoveling as he was shoveling or snow-blowing two or three times a day sometimes, so he brought his wife along to help him.

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