🎕🌸🌷🌹 2021 April FROM MY PERSPECTIVE
“April
showers bring May flowers”. That ditty
rings in my mind’s ears every April.
I’ve seen Aprils with torrential rains, forget about “showers”; and,
I’ve seen dry Aprils. Usually though,
there is a shower of good proportions which nudge the bulbs to sprout the
shoots of flowers for a colorful May.
Welcome April!!!
I
saw a post of a social media board which said proudly, “I’m going to give a
gift of a nose piercing to my daughter when she turns 13.” I know this mother and know she’s at least 30
years younger than I am. I wrote,
“Why?” She came back with, “Because she
wants her nose pierced.” Another reader,
whom I know, posted a frowning face causing the young mother to ask, “Why the
frowning face?” I explained so the young
mother would understand the frowning face:
“That other poster and I are from a different, stricter era and
parenting philosophy than you are. We
both have thoughts that a 13 year old is still of the age that a parent doesn’t
relinquish to the wants of that child.
Keep in mind the vast differences in our ages to yours and the
differences in parental philosophies and tactics.” Dear readers, no matter what your ages are
and your parental philosophies, I am not telling you how to raise your child
(I’ve raised 5 of my own). My friend and
I just gave an opinion. End of story and
thoughts.
“Good
afternoon, Aint Daisy. How are you
today?” I walked up the steps of the
porch to sit a while and chat with my favorite person in that holler. I have a question for you, if you don’t mind
listening and giving me some advice.
“You jest go right ahead and talk, sweet one,” cooed the wise lady. “Well, Sally Rose---you know she’s my
friend---told me I need to do something that I believe is really none of her
business whether I do it or not. She
told me that since my Beloved has been passed for some years, I need to take
off my wedding rings.” Aint Daisy just
looked away squinting her eyes, and then she looked at me. “Let me tell you a few things. Perhaps it will help. My sweet fella has been gone for over 25
years; I miss him every day, and if you’ll look at my left hand, I still have
on my wedding ring. I’ve chosen not to
remove it, and really, it h’aint nobody’s business whether I do or not. Keepin’ it on or not is not going to
interfere with your friend’s life none.
In my mind, I’m still married to him and that’s fine with me,” she said
as she looked lovingly at the thin gold band and touched it oh so gently. “Did that help you any, sweet one?” “Aint Daisy, you don’t know how much it
did. Thank you so much,” I said with a
tear and a smile.
A
friend of mine had her son apply for a job in the kitchen of a large
restaurant. His hope was to have an
impressive position. He was a gifted
student in English and demonstrated his extensive vocabulary often. A section of the application asked for
experience in the culinary positions.
Here is what he wrote: “Extensive
skills and experience in aqua-thermal treatment of ceramics, tempered glass,
steel, and aluminum wares in an unconstrained environment.” (Quite impressive isn’t it?) His mother brought it over to me and had me
read it. I couldn’t help but laugh and
praise his ingenuity. She asked me why I
had the reaction I did. I told her,
“Honey, I really hope he gets the job he’s described right here. All these fancy words merely give grandeur to
being an unsupervised dishwasher.” My
friend could not stop laughing, either.
In
my area there are state road signs which have messages via digital input. They change about every week. They are usually cautionary and make
sense. This particular entry played
right into my sense of humor. “Is your
seat belt buckled? If not, what’s holding
you back?” I thought, “Good double entendre.”
Another one simply stated, “Drive safely. Someone needs you.” I like that one.
I
know I’m getting old, now. I didn’t do
anything all day and still needed a nap!!
I
was talking with someone about arguments.
They said, “The thing I have recently noticed is that someone with poor
argument skills will result in name calling.
I call it ‘interruption of the neural pathways’ or sh** brain
syndrome. Calling it sh** brain is not
labeling the person, it’s just the inflection.”
I responded with, “The name calling, also, is due to a stifled,
insufficient, and incomplete vocabulary.
I prefer to tell the person, ‘You obviously have cranial-rectal
inversion syndrome resulting in external and internal hemorrhoids.’” This all stemmed from Amber Veal’s suggestion
of: “Before you argue with someone, ask
yourself, is that person even mentally mature enough to grasp the concept of
different perspectives? Because, if not,
there’s absolutely no point.”
My
grandson loves scary movies, ghouls, and that sort of thing. He was talking with his dad, my son. Will asked Dane, “Dad, when Halloween gets
here, I’d like to go to a haunted house.”
My son asked, “What’s wrong with the one we live in?” Startled, my grandson said, “WHAT!!!???” Dane said, “Good night, Will.”
I
like to cook large amounts of our favorite foods and freeze some of it for
future meals. Tara, my
granddaughter/daughter who lives with me, saw me take out the big kettle. I overheard her tell her friend on the
speaker phone, “Mom’s got the big kettle out to fix something. That means we’re going to eat whatever it is
more than once.” Her friend said,
“What’s so bad about that? You’ll have
it for future meals.” Tara said, “You
don’t understand. We’ll have it for at
least 3 or 4 meals………this week!!”
If
you are a parent or grandparent, uncle or aunt, brother or sister you have
bragging rites for your relative. I’m
all of the above and want to tell you about my 14 year old granddaughter, CJ. She is very intelligent and performs on the
A+ to A level in school. She loves
math. She is in 8th grade
taking freshman algebra. At the end of
her freshman year in high school, she will have her high school math
requirements completed (taking geometry and algebra 2 as one of her electives). If she plans well with her counselor, when
she graduates from high school, she can possibly have completed her first year
of college credits by taking dual credit classes at the local junior college
during her junior and senior years of high school. In essence, she will take high school classes
and junior college classes while in high school.
My grandson, Will, is practicing for track. He is in 6th grade. He came home from practice exhausted and headed straight for the couch. His mother, father, and sister were in the kitchen talking. His father asked him to come to the kitchen to join into the conversation. Will called out, “Do I have to walk?”
