2019 December FROM MY PERSPECTIVE
We made it through
Halloween and Thanksgiving, now comes the preparation for Christmas. We all get together at my son’s beautiful,
huge house to celebrate. Every one
brings food to share. My daughter,
Della, was asked by her husband to make an apple pie. She doesn’t mind doing it, but the crust is
difficult for her to make, but sometimes her arthritis doesn’t help her. She told her hubby, “How about I just buy and
nice one?” He looked at her with an
expression of fear and “ewww” all wrapped into one.
POLYPHAGIA: 1. excessive
appetite or eating 2. the habit of feeding on many kinds of food. Hmmm, it seems that this word would be most
appropriate from Thanksgiving to Jan. 15.
Jan. 16 is the best time to start a new eating program. All the holiday left-overs are probably gone
by then, and you’re sick of all the home-made candy, home-made cookies, pie and
eggnog. WELL, I’d be sick of one out of
the four.
Some times I feel more confused than a bipolar, schizophrenic chameleon in a bag of SKITTLES. The mental visual of this picture just
cracks me up!
“Life is too short to wake up with
regrets. So love the people who treat you right. Forget about the
ones who don't. Believe everything happens for a reason. If you get
a chance, take it & if it changes your life, let it. Nobody said life would
be easy, they just promised it would most likely be worth it." ENJOY LIFE NOW - IT HAS AN EXPIRATION DATE!
And then Satan said, “Put the alphabet in
math!” Oh good grief, yes he did. Algebra is the Devil's math.
Only he would put numbers and letters together and expect you to come up with a
number that makes sense. I tried
to figure out a way to pass Algebra using the letters-numbers combination. So, as I’d seen, I assigned each letter a
number. So when the problem was 5x = 25,
my teacher marked my answer wrong. I
said, “How could that be wrong? X is #24 in the alphabet. So 5 times 24 is 120 = 25. Subtract -120 from 25 and you get -95, so x
equals -95.” The teacher looked at me as though I’d lost
my mind. He said, “Trudy, only you would
come up with that rationale. It is
interesting; however, you are right, but you are wrong.” Well that statement was about as confusing as
ALGEBRA. I dropped the class.
My Beloved was a
very intelligent man. He’d studied at a
major university in Illinois, taken and completed all the political science
classes offered before he was a junior and graduated with 3 honor societies as
part of his achievement. He taught
civics (law) and geography at the high school level for 36 years. I learned a lot from him, especially
law. I asked him one day why he’d not
chosen to be an attorney. He wisely
said, “I wanted to teach.” “Well, then,
why didn’t you teach at the university level?” I inquired. His response was, “I wanted to teach minds
which had not formulated strong opinions before they found out the facts and
truth. I wanted to watch young minds
grow, not just fill them with information and such.” And, that is exactly what he did for 36
years. He was one of the most revered
teachers at the high school where he taught.
A brave person
said to me one day, “Trudy, you are aging.”
After I questioned whether or not I wanted to relinquish my freedom, I
countered with, “Nope, I’m not aging.
I’m ripening to perfection.” I
told Mother one day she seemed to be sweating.
She squinted her hazel eyes and said, “I do NOT sweat; I glisten.” This I always remember when the “power
surges” of middle age came----I did not sweat; I glistened.”
Brenduhh came over
with some news. “Trudy, there’s been an
owl at my window for the past week hooting.
I've been told that owls are supposed to mean
they’re warning you about something.”
Well, don’t hoot back; you might start something. Is it a horned owl?” I asked trying not to
laugh. “I don’t know, but it might
be. Why?” she glibly asked. “If it’s a horned owl and there every night,
maybe he’s trying to tell you he’s horny.
You know the old saying, ‘Birds of a feather flock together.’ Just be careful about with whom you
flock.” You should have seen the puzzled
face and heard the mental wheels turning in her head.
QUIDNUNC-----an
inquisitive and gossipy person; so is YENTA, NOSY
PARKER, BUTTINSKY.
I stopped by to
see Aint Daisy. She was in the front room
in her rocking chair admiring her Christmas tree. It was lit with tiny, sparkling lights, red
and green ornaments, and a few candy canes hanging from the limbs. “Oh, that’s a pretty tree, Aint Daisy,” I
said. “Thank you, honey. I think so too. You’ll notice how the tree has sparklin’
lights. Those are the stars in
Heaven. The red ornaments represent the
blood Jesus shed for our sins, and the green ones represent the earth. The candy canes are symbols of a shepherd’s
hook so the shepherd can reach out and help one of his flock which may have
wandered. The tree is a triangle---the
Father, Son, and Holy Spirit.” “I never
thought of what all that represented, especially the tree. When I see a “Christmas” tree from now on,
I’ll remember what you told me,” I said in awe of all her knowledge. Peace
and blessings to you all……….Trudy
