ODAT Saturday June 13

[Boss.man]

Happy Saturday All! I'm up bright and early to see what damage I can do to the world today. It's sure to be a good one. Many newbies here, so welcome and join in. This road is not easy, but well worth exploring and achieving.

[greeneyes]

ODAT Saturday June 13

ODATERS!!!

Hi bossman and all to come. Speaking of roads, someone posted this long ago and it deserves a repeat. Especially on the ODAT thread. (I shoulda noticed who to give credit to when I googled it)

Crap, it didn't work. I have to tend to pets. brb :H

I saw that little doggie actually didn't need breakfast as she ate the whole package of 7 grain sprouted flatbread that I had taken out of the freezer. Grrrrr.

by Portia

Chapter I
I walk down the street.

There is a deep hole in the sidewalk.

I fall in.

I am lost...I am helpless.

It isn’t my fault.

It takes forever to find a way out.

Chapter II
I walk down the same street.

There is a deep hole in the sidewalk.

I pretend I don’t see it.

I fall in again.

I can’t believe I am in the same place, but, it isn’t my fault.

It still takes a long time to get out.

Chapter III
I walk down the same street.

There is a deep hole in the sidewalk.

I see it is there.

I still fall in ... it’s a habit.

My eyes are open.

I know where I am.

It is my fault.

I get out immediately.

Chapter IV
I walk down the same street.

There is a deep hole in the sidewalk.

I walk around it.

Chapter V
I walk down another street.

When you explore your roads, watch out for potholes.

[Mad Mummy]

ODAT Saturday June 13

Hi Boss and Greenie

Great story Greenie - just how I feel some days Chapter3!!!

Hope you're all having a good one.

Bx

[ladybirdheart]

ODAT Saturday June 13

Hello to all and thank you for the story, Greenie. While not related to alcoholism, the despair of Chapter One reminded me of something I had not thought of in years. When I was a kid I had a classmate, a little boy who I think did not have a friend in the world. He was very overweight and always seemed to have a booger or a stain and a half melted chocolate bar nearby. I never heard him say a single word. We had a school magazine and this is what I remember him writing at the end of the year: ?When I was a child, I came upon a pit, the pit it was a trap. And as I gazed into the trap a man in black did push me in, I lie there still. But my mind from that pit does wander, through the meadows to the mountain tops and the caves of my content?---L. What a beautiful spirit was in that odd looking little poet. I have always hoped that he found his way out.

[scrubbly]

ODAT Saturday June 13

Oh Greenie, the story of the holes, how many times can we fall before we learn?

I think I should just take the bus, but I need to get my wide behind some exercise too!!!

Happy Saturday ODATERS!