♥♥♥♥ 2021
February FROM MY PERSPECTIVE ♥♥♥♥
I remember when I was a kid, I rode my bike up and down the
hills, blew through multiple yards with sprinklers going full-blast, out-ran a
running dog at my heels, and skidded to a stop using my feet. I got on my stationary bike and pretended I
was doing it all over again. After 2
minutes of peddling as fast as I could, I got off and collapsed on the couch
and fell asleep. At another time when I
was 10, I rode my bike at high speed on a gravel road only to skid and fall
down, picked myself up, and rode back home about 1 mile away. Now, if I sleep on the wrong pillow I’m about
nonfunctional for two days and calling the chiropractor. Who can identify???
I read this recently and added to it. THINGS EVERYONE NEEDS TO COME TO TERMS WITH: No response is a response.
If they wanted to, they would.
Timing will not always be in your favor.
Not everyone has the same heart as you. Not
everyone is as honest as you. Not everyone has the good standards you do. Not
all who are intelligent are smart. Some of the kindest people are the toughest
looking. Sometimes some time isn't enough, and sometimes it's too much. Not all that glitters is gold. A tear can mean many things. Sometimes unanswered prayers are best. A challenge can be a blessing in disguise. “Bless your heart” can mean other things.
RED, the color associated with Valentine’s Day and one of my
favorite colors. It is a color of
action, passion, intensity, determination, daring, aggressive, excitement, and
boldness. The
world would be a dull place without red people, so I’ve read. I’ve
always liked this color ever since I can remember. I’ve read that lovers of red
have a lot of trouble with routine or doing the same thing over and over. I have trouble with this, especially when I
crochet. But, unlike repetitious
crocheting, I don’t have trouble counting money, though! I usually wear red when I count green
money. I figure “Hmmm, red and green are
Christmas colors. Christmas=gifts. Money is a gift! Alrighty then!!!
When Guy and I got married in 1987, him for the 1st.
time and me for the 2nd, he mentioned to me about us having
children. I had 3 from my first
marriage, the youngest being 12. I told
him, “Let’s think about this. With both of us being teachers for such a long
time, do you really think we could come up with a name for a child which
wouldn’t raise the blood pressure in one of us?”
BUMPER STICKERS OF
TODAY: *KEEP
HONKING. I GIVE ROAD RAGE A NEW
DEMINSION **I GET ALL THE EXERCIZE I
NEED BY PUSHING MY LUCK **IT’S NEVER
TOO LATE TO HAVE A HAPPY CHILDHOOD **TURN
SIGNALS: NOT JUST FOR SMART PEOPLE ANYMORE **WE
HAVE ENOUGH YOUTH, HOW ABOUT A FOUNTAIN OF SMART **I’M TOO POOR TO PAY ATTENTION **SOME
DAYS THE WINDSHIELD, SOME DAYS THE BUG **DAISIES:
NATURE’S SOPHISTICATED HUMOR TO EENIE, MEENIE,
MINEE, MOE **HOME: WHERE EVERYBODY
KNOWS YOUR NAME….YOUR REAL NAME!!!
Brenduhh came over all in a twit. “Trute, I’m going to die soon; I just know it.” I poured the tea and motioned for her to sit down with me. “What makes you think that is going to happen soon, sweetie?” I said trying to comfort her. “Well, I was taking a little drive and swung into the cemetery down the road. I wanted to look at some of the oldest headstones. All of a sudden a voice in my car announced, ‘You have reached your final destination. Good Luck.’ That was my sign, I just know it.” “Oh sweetie, that’s built in the car and is a GPS---Global Positioning System. It tells you where you’re going,” I explained. “See?! I told you it was a sign,” she lamented. More tea was poured.
I found another good use for my George Forman counter-top
grilling machine. I poured pancake
batter on the heated grids covering just 5 of them. Since the grill is slanted to have the fat of
meat run off, the batter ran for a short distance and stopped. I put the lid down and when I thought it was
done, I lifted the lid. There were
perfect “hand-cakes” for the family. One
really can bite the hand that feeds them, with this.
I was talking to a friend of mine who had visited Dallas. We
agreed there was too much traffic for either of us. I’ve been there once and probably won’t go
there again. Then I told her about
Chicago and how I didn’t like the driving there, either. She agreed to that,
too. She’d never been to Pittsburgh, PA
where I grew up, so I described the downtown area---no 2 streets are
parallel---and the tunnels, which go through some of the hills connecting one
section to another. She was amazed and
asked what they were like at rush hour.
The only thing I could equate the “adventure” to was “the prayer chapels
of Western Pennsylvania.” I remember
getting stuck in one due to an accident right in the middle. Talk about being able to see the light at the
end of the tunnel, but----, and a whole new definition and experience to
claustrophobia. You can’t even use your
vehicle’s radio; the waves are absorbed by the density of the earth and
concrete. Those of you who have ever
been there can agree.
I stopped by Aint Daisy's to discuss an issue. She was
busy in her kitchen making all sorts of goodies from main courses (shepherd’s
pie) to desserts (cherry, pumpkin, peach, chocolate pies). She does this
about every two weeks so she can fix a meal quickly and have treats for those
who visit. I sat at the kitchen table sipping some of her delicious sweet
tea and eyeing one of the cherry pies she'd baked. "Aint Daisy, I have a little problem I'd
like to discuss with you," I said. "Go on about it, chile; I'll
listen as I make these pies." "Well, the other day a friend of
mine told me they'd been scorned because the person who thinks their job is
more important than hers told her that her position wasn't as important as
theirs. It hurt her feelings and she didn't know what to say. Do
you have any ideas about how she can let that person know her job/position is
important?" I inquired.
Surprisingly, Aint Daisy cut a slice of a shepherd's pie and put it on a
plate, then cut a slice of cherry pie (my favorite) and put it on a plate.
Then she did the strangest thing, she took a fork and gently pushed down in the
center of each. "Now looky here. That shepherd's pie has no
bottom and kinda looks like a mess on a plate, now doesn't it? But, the
cherry pie pretty much looks the same, but a little flatter. Do you know
why?" she questioned. "It's because the bottom crust of the
cherry pie holds the other two parts together and keeps them in order.
The shepherd's pie doesn't have a bottom crust to do that and when pressure is
applied, it all starts to fall apart. The bottom crust is really the most
important part because it gives stability under pressure and holds the other
parts in position. You go tell your friend her position may be at the
bottom, but it is very important in holding every other position in
place." Pies took on a more expanded meaning to me that day.
Some thoughts of mine and others: Why
are the soft shoes called "tennis shoes" if you don't play tennis?
Bubble gum does lose its flavor on the bedpost overnight, gets dusty, too; so,
why are you wondering? What’s a fly
without wings----a Walk? If a child
swears in Sign Language, does the mother slap the hands or mouth? Does an air fryer really fry air and how does
it taste; is it greasy or not?
MOST TOILETS FLUSH IN E FLAT;
MOST ELECTRIC RAZORS BUZZ IN B FLAT. (ENGLISH RAZORS BUZZ IN G.) Up
until mid-1960, most American car horns sounded to the musical notes of E flat
or C. Now, most car manufacturers have
tuned them to F sharp and A sharp. And,
to think some of you thought you couldn’t carry a tune in a wash bucket. I think, when the wash bucket is hit, it’s a
dull A-flat.
Daddy was a man of high expectations and had little patience with people who were stupid or incompetent having positions of responsibility. Ignorant is a different set of values: “Ignorant is not knowing; stupid is knowing, but doing something anyway;” now, on with the story. Daddy had taken an antique, winged-back wooden chair to a repair and refinishing shop for re-gluing and refinishing. They told him it would be ready in a week. Ten days went by and there was no call; he was irritated about this. He went to the store to find out the progress of the chair. The receptionist greeted him chewing gum as she talked---another irritation of his. He asked her, “Has the winged back chair I brought in ten days ago been finished?” She looked at him and said, “I don’t know, but I do know that chairs don’t have wings; they don’t fly.” Daddy, trying to be a tolerant Southern gentleman, asked her to please go check. She got up and went into the back room. She came back telling Daddy it was ready, but she’d still not seen any wings on it. Daddy smiled and said, “I noticed you didn’t take the gum out of your mouth before you went back to check. I’m surprised you can walk and chew gum simultaneously.” She just looked at him not knowing what he was meaning, nor the innuendo implied. That was Daddy. PEACE and HARMONY-----------Trudy :)
