Crawling like a Worm in the Dirt

I had a rest on the sofa behind my desk here and this was in my mind so I'm making you all suffer too.

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Crawling Like a Worm in The Dirt, humbled by a photo copier. 

 This is one piece from my www.positivethoughts.com essay/blog postings, I type fast so excuse any mistakes.

 Well this is my 100th post, I had hoped I could think up something nice or even spectacular. This is what I’ve come up with. I’m laughing now as I type. Yesterday 5minutes after I started work I bent down to fill up the copiers. I filled one, then another, then I did a third. I then screamed, I had straightened up too fast and had ricked/strained my back on the right hand side. So these past 27hours have been a lesson in pain and humility. I felt such a fool at work, the girls I work were both sympathetic and funny. Somebody came by for some coloured paper , I bent down to look under our shelf and I was racked with pain, one girl told me to crawl away out of the way so that she could find it instead. I hobbled away, out of the way. The rest of day I moved about like an 80 year old, rather like my own dad. I hoped that on my lunch break while I sat for 30mins in the cathedral my back would be restored. We stand all day in our print as some of you may remember me mention. Prayer and rest for 30mins no doubt aided my soul but not my back. I went back to work and hobbled about for a couple of hours. Then I decided I really had to go home and rest.

Getting home I got off the bus and had to walk only 300yards, a crippled Charlie Chaplin kind of walk, though I look more like Oliver Hardy. I was home 2 hours earlier than normal so the family were surprised.

I told them I was fired as a joke. Then I sat down on an old chair and then I could hardly move. Standing up again was an impossibility. Last Friday we had a drama with my youngest, this Friday,Friday13th it was my turn. My girls all laughed at me, just as I would laugh at them if the tables were reversed. Night came and knew I could never climb the stairs to bed, but at least our bathroom was downstairs. So I tumbled onto our sofa and got ready to spend the night there. Only we have a glass coffee table in front of it and I was afraid of falling off onto it. So at 1am I staggered up the stairs like a drunk with locked joints, then I rolled onto my bed, screaming as I did so. I did sleep, but in the morning I had to slither out like a snake sliding out of bed on my belly. Some positions were possible and some were not. My wife laughed till she cried my youngsters did too, as for me, I laughed and cursed and laughed again. My wife went to see the pharmacy man for advice and a spray for me. The pharmacist laughed too, he’s an old friend. When she got back I was all sprayed up, the old spray and the newly bought one drenching me and my room with the stench of a bad back. I slithered in and out of bed, crawling around as I couldn’t stand up straight. As for getting down stairs that would be an impossiblity. My wife went shopping, stopping first to steal my debit card, laughing she left me in my bed of pain. When she returned she gave me yoguart and orange juice. Later I just had to go downstairs, but I couldn’t walk. I slithered off bed like snake, then made it to my hands and knees, then an inspired idea. I bounced down the stairs one step at a time, on my butt , one step at a time. Then I crawled across our living room and pulled myself up onto a chair. I did notice that we needed a new carpet after 20years our carpet does need replacing. I then rewarded myself by stealing my wife’s pork she’d just made.

Later after some movements like belly dancer of 120 years old, I managed to straighten up. I do walk as if I have a full diaper though. I made it too my big chair in front of my computer. And that’ s how I got to write this 100th post.

The moral of all this? Well I am a very bad patient. Health is the most important thing in our lives. I rejoice that my girls have a good sense of humour, even if I am the butt of it all. Last year when I had food poisoning they had plenty to laugh about then. And I do laugh at that memory. We are all worms crawling in the dirt. It is God’s love that lifts us up, as does our family life. Sometimes it is only though pain and adversity that we learn such truths, sometimes we learn mundane things, but they too have meaning for us, even if its just the fact that we need a new living room carpet.

THIS IS FROM NOV 2008 ACCORDING TO MY LIST

a bit of Humility does us all good, or maybe I need it more. Discuss

ready for my ticket to ride, on a bus

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Common Sense

Posted bymichaelgcasey04/06/2020Posted inUncategorizedEditCommon Sense

Common Sense

I know a lot of you will be smiling at the very thought of Me and Common Sense

When I write a lot of comedy/humour

That’s when I’m not following the News, 50 years worth

So here’s some Common Sense

The Stock Market is Gambling

Its Hope, sometimes without Reality

Donald, folks don’t always have shares

Your own “value” has dropped 33% you are only worth 2 billion now

Tell the 40,000,000 Unemployed that stocks are high

It means NOTHING to them, as they don’t have any shares

Though we all share a common Humanity

We all can get Covid 19

We can’t all hide in a bunker or a bubble

We can all get arrested, though for some this is fatal

We can all protest

We can all be brought to our knees by Gas

So a Faker can hold up a book he’s never read

We can be abused by those in power

The Law can be perverted by the powerful

But there is equality before God

And all of us are God’s children

We get to vote out, those we can never never never trust

So have a little patience friends

Sign up for the vote

Make sure you do that

Know the A to Z, of voting

Prepare and be ready

November will come

And just like the Autumn leaves, a Tyrant will Fall

Trump is NO Churchill, and even if he was

Remember this, He was Voted out

And so will you be

For In God we Trust

list of books written by me plus 50 Shades of Me

List of Books Written by Me ©ByMichael Casey

1.The Butcher The Baker and The Undertaker2.Shoplife3.Essays and Plays4.Blogs 20115.300 and Not OUT6.Shorts 20137.More Shorts 2014 8.Quick Stories9.Still Alive 201510.Undiscovered Words 201611.Still Smiling 201712.Altogether Now13.New Horizons14.14 Up15.15 Down16.Sweet Sixteen17. 17 Again18. 18 New Views19.The Final Cut of The 19th Hole

I'm working on 2020 Words right now

no new story today, so here's a 5 year old story

when I was even more appealing

50 Shades of Michael ©

By

Michael Casey

I first met Michael at the bus stop, he was back combing his bushy eyebrows in the reflection by the bus time table. Applying a bit of spit on the them as well to hold them down. How could I an impressionable woman resist, it was all too much for me, I started to have palpitations. I had to hold onto the bus stop for support. The eyebrows were just so, so magnificent, he reminded me of a werewolf, so manly, so handsome, how could I resist him.

On the bus I followed him and sat next to him, I was intoxicated by his manly aroma, a mixture of Brut and sweaty socks. I gave him the once over as the bus trundled along the road in the rain. His broad shoulders and his even bigger belly were so overwhelming, I could barely breath, he was irresistible.

My breathing became laboured and heavy, Michael looked at me, with concern in his hazel coloured eyes, the eyes the eyes, he was the man with the child in his eyes. He was too much, I just had to have him. I started to breath more heavily, I was having an asthma attack, brought on by pure lust, how could Michael do this to me.

I reached into my bag for my inhaler, I placed it between my lips, but it was Michael who I wanted and needed, he and he alone could give me what I wanted and needed and MUST have. He asked me was I ok, speaking to me sent my pulse rate soaring. My head spun, he was speaking to me, he was speaking to me, it was all too much. I fainted and my body slumped against his.

I could feel his pulse against mine, Michael whispered in my ear, he asked could he do anything? He asked could he do anything. YES YES YES. Kiss me I whispered, so he did. I was in Heaven, a man a real man was kissing me, a man who wore Brut and had sweaty socks, not to mention the shoulders and the brushed back eyebrows, topped off with the Winnie the Pooh like tummy. I was tingling all over as he kissed me.

We got off the bus together in Old Forge and Singing Anvil, he knew what I wanted and I would not take no for an answer. I gave him my business card Tracy Rogers, lingerie designer. He told me he was a cross dresser and did I make his size, I laughed, he was so funny. He then told me he was a film reviewer for Hungry Wolf a lads magazine.

We went into the Trader for a pint and a natter, I explained my job and he explained his. We felt at ease with each other, as if we had known each other for years. He was everything  I had ever wanted in a man. He said looks did not matter, so long as I could make him laugh, though designer lingerie did help.

It was wanton, I had never picked a man up at a bus stop before, but life was short, my last boyfriend had ran off with the girl from the takeaway. I had never suspected, though he always seemed to get extra rice. So now to find a real man was too much of an opportunity to pass on.

In the bedroom, socks and pants littered the floor, but at least the sheets were John Lewis Egyptian cotton extra soft ones, and they were fresh on that day. Michael had a washing machine and knew how to use it. He also knew how to use what God had given him, and boy oh boy was I glad of that. As for me, he liked what I gave and gave and gave again and again.

Three hours later we stopped for some tea and crumpet, sex had made us hungry, and Michael did have Warburton’s crumpet and PG  tips. So we had crumpet after we had had crumpet, and we share sex tips while we had our PG tips. I glowed and Michael was just Michael.

So we carried on again, it was as if Michael had Duracell batteries in him, long lasting and never fading. As for me, I was glad I had taken a chance at the bus stop, he was an animal, but the kind I wanted and needed and must have. 50 shades of Michael, I had heard there was some obscure film called 50 shades of something or another, but I had 50 shades of Michael which was much much better.

I told Michael I enjoyed all sorts of things in the bedroom, so he smiled and poured a bottle of Guinness  all over my body. I thought it was beer shampoo or something, until he started to lick it off. It was the first time I’d done such  a thing, it was wanton but I loved it, we both loved it.

I told Michael that he was my best lover ever, that we were so wanton, he could do anything he liked to me. As I said we were so wanton he went to the kitchen and made wanton soup, we fed each other soup, and what spilt on our bodies was licked off by us. Prawn crackers were spread over our bodies and we ate from our bodies. So much better than anything from Sex and the City.

We had so many plans, things to do, things to eat, we’d never use plates again. It was prefect, perfect lust, and perfect food. 50 shades of Michael, I was such a lucky girl, such a lucky girl.

Then I woke up it had all been a dream, but why did I smell of Guinness and have prawn crackers in my hair?    

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Stop Press, God has the last word, he did have the 1st word after all, not Microsoft

Stop Press, God has the last word, he did have the 1st  word after all, not Microsoft

I've haven't slept yet, its 6am now

So I'm up, having toast, letting our who er (Irish pronunciantion) cat back in

now I'll bore you then try sleeping past the Tinnitus

As I said nobody had any honour

Perhaps they read my words

Because folks are starting to speak out

And resign at the very top

Former joint chief of staff

no, nothing about who rolls spliffs

the military guy

and another top brass guy

speak out and resign

so USA  won't turn into a Trump banana republic

It's reassuring

Mad, Stupid and Bad orders should be ignored

The constitution is everything, FINALLY

I read on my Tinnitus time phone

that army support guys are coming to support the airport

So is Trump about to withdraw

RESIGN and Fly away

just like Nixon

I stayed up all night to watch that when I was still in grammar school

So the last word goes to God

He doesn't not like Fakers

here's a Bible which I never read

Here'e the Lord's Prayer which I do not even know

So God has the Last Word

and you only have  one

Resign


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or maybe Barron wants to become a Priest.....

42 years ago this week, post 2834

42 years ago this week, post 2834

well I just remembered it's my 42 year Birthday playing with computers

or babysitting as we used to call it, as we did masses of bulk printing

It used to impress people when yuou said you were in computer

IT was not even thought of

I have 2834 posts, stories plus chats on this site

maybe 2000 stories, and 800 or so conversations like this

The By Michael Casey ones are the stories

that go into the books as I compile them

I am a Writer, not a Blogger

there is a major difference

42 years ago I had to learn how to type

I jiggled my fingers at the busstop trying to remember

the layout of the QWERTY keyboard

Now I've been typing for 42 years

I never use pen and paper, so nothing to leave to any Oxford University

when I die, the only paper i use is toilet paper

I had a nice indian girl pass by my wordpress today

so I said hello and amused/bemused her in equal measure

my humour can be missed if you don't think

Is is joking or serious? is what my sister says

the answer is both in equal measure

you just have to work our which is which

so there you go

I'm glad that the whole world reads my stuff

but I abhor the junk emails, they just get deleted unread

English is my native tongue, so make an effort

Google will translate for you BUT use a GOOD SUBJECT LINE

I'm glad you all read my stuff, it's better than dying unread

That's partly why I put my stuff online

And I hate the website designer and TOP of Google offers too

I hope I don't sound too grumpy, I'm just giving you the truth

I've had a lazy day today, the pain monster was about for a couple of days

I could meet you in the local store share a joke, or a nice bottle of fizzy pop

and we'd have a nice time. But a few hours or even minutes later

I can barely move with pain, a sine curve on my body and time hitting me

It's like an unwanted mystery prize

I could medicate myself up, but then I'd be a zombie

so its only Movelat and paracetamol when I need it

As you trawl though these 2834 pieces of writing, and they are not everything

As you go through my back list you will hit the pain stuff

I wish there were none in the list, but that's part of me, literally

There are other things I could share, but they are even more painful

So you'll have to wait till I die, I can hear you mutter, the sooner the better

Such cynical readers I have, I should sit on your knee and break it

I am heavier than Tyson Fury after all, though 11 inches shorter

We are all living in days of History, and we could all do so much better

I asked my small daughter why Aliens would visit Earth the other day

She said, to warn us

I've been watching, as well as my usual listening, to  lots of music on tv recently

So i said to her I thought  Aliens would come for the Music

It would be nice if the world had more Music and less Tears

Especially now.....

I have a Dream too

I have a Dream

Now we could have all stars of all colours recite this

We could have Obama recite this

at the end Organise and VOTE

It needs to be started today

I stumbled over a Charles Krauthammer piece today from years ago

Then he was saying Trump is so absurd

I enjoyed  Charles Krauthammer  so much when I had Fox in Uk

I watch/read 6 to 10 media sources daily, thanks to Tinnitus at night

It's so sad that a unbeliever like Trump can

beat and tear gas his way to stand outside a church

So he can have a Photo Opportunity

And what is even sadder that "religious right"

who are neither religious nor right

actually lap it up.

That's why I said Golden Calf yesterday if you passed by then

I also spotted immediately his call to brutality yesterday

was a parody of Saint Francis's Prayer

Lord, make me an instrument of your peace.
Where there is hatred, let me bring love.
Where there is offence, let me bring pardon.
Where there is discord, let me bring union.
Where there is error, let me bring truth.
Where there is doubt, let me bring faith.
Where there is despair, let me bring hope.
Where there is darkness, let me bring your light.
Where there is sadness, let me bring joy.
O Master, let me not seek as much
to be consoled as to console,
to be understood as to understand,
to be loved as to love,
for it is in giving that one receives,
it is in self-forgetting that one finds,
it is in pardoning that one is pardoned,
it is in dying that one is raised to eternal life.



SO LET US ALL PRAY TO SAINT FRANCIS who was told to
 repair the house, the house of God as he adored the cross

Instead we have a cross president, who is a cross to the Nation
instead of leading the Nation through tribulation,
he himself is the tribulation

Pray, Hope, Don't Worry and never riot

just VOTE

reparer la casa

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Another Month Comes Around

Another Month Comes Around

Well its hot here in Birmingham England

Covid 19 hasn't got me

So thank God for that

My Arthritis and everything else did flare up

Over in USA, Civil War beckons

Trump hides in his bunker like Hitler

Everybody is Wrong, only he is right

Picnics on the South Lawn so to speak

Covid 19 will spread even faster now

as first the Sun Seekers

then Demonstrators for Justice

then Civil War

LEADERSHIP is needed

I can remember 1968

My mother fell to her knees in prayer when Bobby got shot

Sadly History is repeating itself but on Steriods

The Steam has to be Vented

But Evil still seems to Win

and Lack of Leadership,  maybe because of Covid 19 times

Perhaps Martin Luther King's Dream Speech

Should be played on Every Radio and Tv station

at the Same Time

And then left on auto repeat somewhere

President Kennedy came out and spoke

Twitter Trump President just plays golf

then complains about everybody

Everybody is wrong, he is right

Bullying everybody, or just  total corruption

And nobody but nobody on the Team speaks out

Resignation may save the day

But  could that even happen

Perhaps we all need to fall to our knees and Pray

USA is great, but a Con man stole the Presidency

and turned it into his own image, a golden calf

This is wrong

USA is Black and Latino and all the other colours of the rainbow

USA is straight and gay and any which way

USA is Christian and Muslim and any or All faiths

USA has lost its way

USA needs a Good Shepherd, not a prancing pretend president

USA needs to get out of the bunker  created by the golfer and part-timer

USA needs to walk tall and proud again

USA needs to hold hands again

But first Covid 19 must be beat win Science not Voodoo

NO more Voodoo from the bunker of hate and ignorance

I too have a dream

That USA is strong and whole again

That USA is Charitable again

That USA sings again

The mark of a man is his Charity

The mark of a country is leading in Charity

Let USA be the Good Samaritan again

or wither and die in a bunker with a sad bitter selfish con artist



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