2017 September FROM MY PERSPECTIVE
During July there was a warning, which turned out to be
false, to not “friend” someone on FACEBOOK.
That started all sorts of references innuendoes. Here are some I read: “Do not accept a “friend’s request from
Lizzie Borden; she’ll cut you into 40 pieces, and when she sees what she’s
done, she’ll cut 41”; “Do not accept a ‘friend’s’ request from John Jacob
Jingle Heimer Schmidt, his name will be your name, too”; Do not accept a
‘friend’s’ request from Hormel foods, it could be spam”; “Do not accept a
‘friend’s’ request from General Mills, he’s a cereal killer”; “Do not accept a
friends’ request from Merriam Webster; they’re a logophile.” I started thinking about some others. Here they are: Do not accept a friend’s request from Gary
Larson; he’ll take you to the far side; Do not accept a friend’s request from
Nock Knock: they don’t know who’s there; Do not accept a friend’s request from
Mr. Folger; he’ll put you in hot water; Do not accept a friend’s request from
Janus; he’s two-faced; Do not accept a friend’s request from Bozo; he just
clowns around; Do not accept a friend’s request from Boris Yeltsin; he’s always
rushin’.
While having a delightful conversation with my daughter,
Della, we were enjoying some coffee. I
like strong coffee, but didn’t realize how strong I’d made it until she
exclaimed, “Gods Mom, you could have given me a slice of coffee instead of a
cup of it.”
When I was growing up, Mother would have bridge club at our
house a lot during the summer when grade school was not in session. The ladies, I use that term lightly due to
some who were snooty, would have conversations among themselves when Mother
would go to the kitchen to get the refreshments. I overheard a conversation about
unattractive children; one woman mentioned me.
I guess she was careful about saying words, so she spelled some of
them. “I have watched Trudy for a
while. You know, she’s not very
p-r-e-t-t-y. I hope her face changes
when she gets older.” Mother always
taught me to respect my elders, so instead of saying anything snappy, I
remarked, “I may not be p-r-e-t-t-y, but I am very s-m-a-r-t!!” There was a profound quiet in the living
room.
Tomorrow is never promised; today is now; yesterday is gone
and the only thing you can do with it is learn from it. Have you ever wondered why the rear view
mirror is much smaller than the windshield?
Past should be left in past, otherwise it can destroy your future. Live your life for what tomorrow has to
offer, not for what yesterday has taken away.
#5 child was in a snit one morning. It was my fault she
stayed up late; it was my fault she overslept; it was my fault she didn't have
time to eat all her breakfast because she HAD to watch a cartoon, and it was
time for her to go to work; it was my fault her hair was "wonky"; it
was my fault her work shirt was wrinkled because SHE had not hung it up; it was
my fault about everything that went wrong.
Then the piece de resistance, “It is YOUR fault the wind is blowing and
messed up my hair!!” Wow! I didn't think
I was that important or powerful.
I have an acquaintance in the sea cargo business. He sent me a picture of a very large aquatic
mobile platform stacked with cargo ships moving across the sea to a port. He asked me, “Do you know what this is?” I, of course, told him I didn’t. He said, “It’s a ship-shipping ship, shipping
shipping ships.” I was so glad it wasn’t
a fertilizer ship.
An "ultracrepidarian" is somebody who gives
opinions on subjects they know nothing about.
YEESH, as a retired teacher I dealt with this term just about on a daily
basis. It came in the form of some
administrators, some parents, and some students…..not in that order.
Kissing is healthier than shaking hands. Well, that may be so unless you’re a “butt
kisser”.
“Oh what a tangled web we weave, when first we practice to
deceive.” “The quote refers to how complicated life becomes when people
start lying. It originally referred to a love triangle in the play “Marmion” by
Sir Walter Scott. The quote is often
used to talk about the complex destructive effect that lying tends to have on
life. When people start lying, they have to remember all the details of the lie
rather than their true memory in order to keep the lie going when others ask
about it. The quote also refers to the fact that lying often has unforeseen
consequences.” (Reference on-line) I have seen innocent people get emotionally
hurt due to deception urged by another’s lack of respect and desire to be
deceptive. In essence, if you’re urged
to be deceptive, if it doesn’t feel good/causes questioning, do not do it. You will be better for not doing it.
THIS IS MY OPINION, so
please do not make nasty remarks about it to me. I know your remarks are YOUR opinion. Too bad one or more of the parole
board members didn't say to O.J. Simpson when he recently went before them,
"I remember what you were; I have learned what you are. I vote no
parole."
Years ago my Beloved was wrestling with a problem, and I
wanted to help. As our conversation progressed, I could tell his sense of humor
was waning. I asked him, "Which of these two things do you want me to do:
1. Offer some suggestions or 2. Keep quiet?" There was a deliberate
silence and then with a twinkle in his eye, he quipped, "Honey, the first
one is inevitable, and the second one is impossible."
Good memories from and of "the big fella".
I need to get in shape.
If I were killed now, my body’s outline would be a circle or a complete
street painting.
Brenduhh dragged herself over for some strong coffee and
cinnamon rolls. “Trudy, sometimes I just
can’t get to sleep any earlier than 1:00 a.m., and sometimes I get up in the
morning around 4:45. And, sometimes it
is within 24 hours of breathing and being.
Would you call me a ‘night owl’ or an ‘early bird’?” she wearily asked
me. “I don’t think you’re either of
those. Perhaps “exhausted pigeon” would be a good term,” I cooed.
There is a gambling casino on the river not far from my
house. It is called “Para-dice”. Not too far from it on the same side is a
restaurant called “The Burger Barge” which has terrific hamburgers and fried
onion rings. They advertise these two
features as, “The best burgers and fried onion rings next to paradise.” It always makes me smile.
I have a friend with whom I have lunch about once a
month. We usually go to nice restaurants
where there is good food. We both wanted
a good tenderloin sandwich. She texted
me suggesting a certain bar which has delicious ones which she’s tried. She warned me that I needed to be prepared
for a scrounge atmosphere. I told her,
“O.K. I won’t shower that morning.” She
rallied with, “Then I’m not going. L” (We banter like this, so I wasn’t
offended.) I told her, “Then I’ll have
to eat alone and think of you as I sink my teeth into the loin of pork. It will be a royal feast…..me and Sir
Loin.” She sent a grimacing face emoji.
“A prayer to be said when the world has gotten you
down…..and you feel rotten….and you’re too dog-gone tired to pray….and you’re
in a big hurry….and besides….you’re mad at everybody----------‘HELP’!!!”
Food for thought:
Have you ever noticed that “the whole experience” and “the Holy Spirit”
sound very much alike?
I grew up in the South…Decatur, GA to be exact. It’s a whole different language down
there. Here’s an example I said to some
kids at my new school when we moved up to Philadelphia. “My mama and daddy have 2 chilruns. We were a-fixin’ to go to the market, but
there were no buggies in the market. I
was asked to go fetch one from the round-up stall. Do y’all hep your folks with the
marketin’? We went to check out at the
front of the market when my little brother let out a wail like a bobcat caught
in a trap. Mama tried to shush him, but
it didn’t happen; he was mighty mad about something. When we got to the check out, the lady there
said something to my mama. Mama told her
it was best she kept on ringing the packages.
Then she told her, ‘Bless your heart.’
The lady got real nice and such after that. Mama told me later that ‘Bless your heart’ in
Southern really means, ‘You pitiful fool’.
Mama was always a lady.” The kids
had me tell them this story again. I
guess they hadn’t listened hard enough the first time.
Peace and blessings to y’all…………Trudy
