2020 September FROM MY PERSPECTIVE
I was
talking to a dear friend. She always
brings out the silliness in me making us both laugh very hard. At our ages it can be a problem due to
misplaced “tears”. Sure enough, we started
laughing uncontrollably. When I caught
my breath to speak I told her, “Sweetie, I’m going to have to hang up the
phone. The Depends I’m wearing is for
light emissions; I’m passed that,” which ensued another round of hysterical
laughing.
I’ve read
that laughter is the safety valve of the heart.
With certain friends and people I interact with, I won’t be seeing a
cardiologist anytime soon.
I’m sure
most of you have had to deal with “eye rolling”. That subtle, non-verbal “Oh here she/he goes
again; I’m trapped having to listen to her/him; they don’t know what they’re
talking about as they yabber on,” statement/thought process. Well, if there ever is a sensor for detecting
it behind one’s back, I’m screwed.
Aint Daisy
had a little fella visiting her when I arrived.
He was sitting next to her on her flowered, overstuffed couch wiping
away some tears. I saw a fresh Band-aid
on his knee. “Aww, what happened,
sweetie?” I inquired. He sniffled and
told me he’d fallen on the sidewalk when he’d come to see and keep Aint Daisy
company. He pays her a welcomed visit about
every day. Most of the little children
in the area know her, enjoy visiting her often, and always know she’ll have a
piece of pie or baked cookie ready for them.
She is always glad to see them and makes them feel special. I mentioned the Band-aid, calling it a badge
of courage. He smiled and said, “It’s
not a badge, yet. I’m waiting for Aint
Daisy to make it that way.” Aint Daisy
took out a marker and put a smiley face and star on the Band-aid. “Now, I have a badge of courage, and I feel
so much better,” he announced. He got
off the couch to go swing on the swing in the big oak tree a bit passed the
front porch. Aint Daisy watched him and
said, “I guess it’s the little things that make things better.” I agreed and told her, “Yes, and sometimes
they have two legs.”
Homer
the Greek: “The man who acts the least,
disrupts the most.” Boy, is that ever true. I’d been in the deepest throes of dealing
with dawdling children; a whining, hungry dog who wanted to go outside; the
clock was ticking because it was about time to leave for school; and cooking a
good breakfast. SOMEONE just sat and
watched. The irritation was
overwhelming, and I found the lack of action grounds for a “discussion.” “I am just sitting here not doing anything!”
he said, which was the lead-in for the encounter. “ABSOLUTELY!! And that is what honks me off,”
I fired back. “I didn’t want to get in
the way,” he feebly responds. “That,
also, honks me off!” I fire back. “I
can’t win,” he sighed. “You’re catching
on real quickly,” sending another “round” of ammunition. Only in the wild does the lack of movement
protect the animal from attack.
I know
someone who works in a fiber
factory. They told me the crew asked the
owner for a raise. The owner, after they
stopped laughing, told them not at this time, and for them to get back to
work. The angry crew all said, “Knot
going to happen. There’s knot a thread
of hope until we get our raise, so don’t string us along.”
When my kids were little, I would introduce different veggies for them to eat. The rule in my home was: "Eat just one bite, that's all which is required." I made sure I didn't serve veggies which usually are rejected at young ages. We, also, grew some of our veggies and that, too, was an incentive until one had a bright idea to give names to the different veggies. Then, "I can't eat Tom; I can't eat Korrin; I can't eat Barbie. I’ll be hurting her/him," was announced.
I have a
friend who is a librarian. She posted a
message on their announcement page which told the patrons thinking that to kill
the corona virus will work by microwaving the book is a big mistake. She said, “If the book has a magnetic sensor
in it, it will fry the book and destroy your microwave.” I asked her, “What about cook books?” I haven’t heard from her, yet.
Daddy had
often told me to have good character and not tarnish the family name. I started thinking recently about what good
character is. I was reading a book,
PEARLS OF WISDOM, written by Doro Bush Koch (daughter of President George H.W.
and Barbara Bush). Mrs. Bush stated,
“Good character is telling the truth, knowing the difference between right and
wrong, tolerance and intolerance, having the moral filter to pick the right
way.” When I read that, I started
thinking of other things which demonstrate good character: treating others the way you want to be
treated, showing respect, being kind even when you want to be difficult,
laughing at yourself, giving thanks for your blessings and trials (trials build
strength), don’t whine---everyone has tough moments in life, and helping
yourself when it would be easier to ask someone else. Bad character------well, it’s just the
opposite.
In
Illinois the DMV has extended the renewal of licenses and license stickers to
October. However, some have not gotten
the message and are forming lines at the facility I go to. The forward movement of the line reminded me
of the grade school cake walk; there was, also, a picture of a sloth at the
window. How appropriate. This creature moves so slowly, mold and
mildew form on its coat. I checked my
arms.
I went
grocery shopping last week. I got a box
of Cherrios and some other cereal. When
I got home, I started putting the items away. I put the box of Cherrios on the counter. Later when I was busy being Dolly Domestic,
one of the kids asked if there was anything to snack on. I told them there was a box of giant Cherrios
on the counter in the kitchen. The found
them and called to me, “Mom, these aren’t giant Cherrios----they are glazed
donuts!!” Man, I hate it when that
happens.
It was a
very hot, sultry day in central Illinois---almost like central Florida
weather. The humidity was so thick it
hung in the air like a lace curtain.
I didn’t
accept a friend’s request on Facebook from Capt. Morgan. He wanted to go on a 3-hour cruise. You know how that turned out. General Mills asked me to be his friend on
Facebook. NOPE, he’s a cereal
killer. Chef Alpo wanted me to try his
meatloaf. Yuck!!! It tasted like dog food. Don’t believe you’ll, Win Dixie. Ha!!
They’ll start a war.
Brenduhh
came over all excited. “Trudy, I had to
replace one of the tires on my car, and I’ll be prosperous and happy for 365
days. The salesman told me it’ll be a
Good Year. I can’t wait to see what
happens.” I didn’t want to deflate her
joy, so I kept quiet.
Names I’ve
found: Beau Zoh---president of a clown
school; Wendy Dae---meterologist for a Chicago weather station; Greg E.
Lectrick----his mom called him “Sparky”.
Jellyfish
have survived 650 years despite not having a brain. Wow!!
There’s hope for some people.
We are
owned by two cats. One is aloof and
independent; the other is our love-bug and likes to be held and cuddled. I wasn’t feeling very well one day and being
left alone was helping me. That was
until “Love Bug” decided to come and sit all over me thinking her purr therapy
would help. I think I’ll call her, “Doc”
from now on. PEACE AND HARMONY TO YOU,
Trudy 😊
