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Carol Tallman Jones
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 BAD FIX© 1989 by Carol Tallman JonesI woke up just at sunrise on that nippy autumn day to find the power outage for the bill I didn't pay. I saw a mouse so I jumped up and stepped in puppy pee. And then my day went straight downhill. Can't blame no one but me, 'Cause when my husband mentioned, "Dear Mother's on her way..." I should have packed and left him. But a fool like me would stay. So I wind up in a bunkbed, (Took two kings to bed down Mother). "I can only stay six months," she whined, "a year one way or t'other." Dear Mother can't do housework, (Her bad back, you see.) but three nights a week she lifts weights and calls it therapy. I cooked and slaved for Mother and swept around her feet while she griped and asked her spoiled son, "Are scraps all you get to eat?" 
Long about the 19th week,Dear Mother disappeared. "She's lost in the mountains," my husband said he feared. But knowin' my bad luck I knew that wasn't true. "You search for her -- I'll wait here," was the least that I could do. I wished him all MY luck in finding Mother Dear, sat down, propped my feet up, and opened me a beer. Ten minutes later he came back. "What shall I do?" he said. "A grizzly bear has Mother treed. Someone could wind up dead!" "I know you are concerned, dear, and, frankly, so am I. But that grizzly got himself into that fix he can get himself out," says I. :-) cj 
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