A Warning to My Paper Cups

The phone will not stop ringing and the mailbox you dare not open because something deadly might be lurking. Is it that time of year again? I guess. But there is something far deadlier than a virus, or a candidate who wants your vote at your front door. A salesman knows you are quarantined at home, but you are still paying on the loan you made four years ago, so he will have no success. Makes you smile, especially when you are holding a twelve-hundred-dollar check, makes you happy. Keep in mind that for every penny you got someone in the know received a dollar. So, for that penny on the dollar you will be in debt for the next 100 years, ten pandemics and a plague or two will pass before it's paid.

What is the point of this tale, when our cups are filled with drink to our delight and there is lipstick on our rim and we believe we have been kissed, and are filled with melodies, keep in mind we are trash to those that rule, and they will crush and toss us when they have no need for us. When we are recycled, it is not because we are loved. But because there is no party without paper cups.

Now that I have your attention, I’m quarantined and have gone thru Netflix and every channel I can think of, looked thru anything I can read for free, ended up in Big Closet, something I swore to avoid. Read Rio’s Bargain, by Lulu Martine, and was impressed. I would like to return the favor, it will not come close to the quality of her delightful story, by posting one of mine, as a thank you.

But I have a problem, don’t know what, post to a friend, post to everyone means. Please help.