🎄🎄🎄 2021 December FROM MY
PERSPECTIVE
For anyone feeling lonely and wishing someone would call:
Just go to any page advertising Medicare information; it doesn't matter your
age. If you give them your phone number, you will get more calls than you can
imagine! There are, also, car warranties people who will track you to the most
remote island in the middle of nowhere in unnamed waters. You might want
to turn off your phone!
Here
are some words of wisdom. Most of you
probably don’t need to read them, since you’re already wise. 1. Opportunities always look bigger going than
coming. 2. Whatever hits the fan will not be evenly
distributed. 3. Never be too open-minded; your brains may
fall out. 4. Just going to church doesn’t make you any
more a Christian than standing in a garage makes you a car. 5.
Learn from the mistakes of others.
You can’t live long enough to make them all yourself, and besides, being
greedy is one of the 7 deadly sins. 6. Some days the statue, some days the bird.
"The body consists of three parts - the brainium, the borax and the abominable cavity. The brainium contains the brain, the borax contains the heart and lungs, and the abominable cavity contains the bowels, of which there are five - a, e, i, o and u." Child of much knowledge age 10.
I asked our Tara, age 9 at the
time, what a rainbow was. She thought
and said, “When God is happy he sends all these colors in the sky to us, but
leaves out the grey and black. When He
is unhappy, He sends just the grey and black and slams his door a lot; just
like you do, Mom, when you’re real angry with Stephen.” I asked her, “What? God has a door to slam?” She replied, “The thunder is the sound of the
door slamming, Mom. Don’t you know
that?” I guess I’d better go tell the
meteorologists they’re wrong about air molecules being split and slamming back
together. Tara’s answer makes more
sense.
The
kids were hungry and could hardly
wait for supper. I worked quickly to put
together mac ‘n cheese, hot dogs, peas and carrots, and warm applesauce. I left the extra food on the stove for Guy
and me to eat later. They took their
plates, piled high with all the goodies, and went to the 4-seasons room to eat
and watch television. Guy was in his
chair talking to me as I sat on the couch with my back to the kitchen. I heard some noise. Before I could question what it was, Guy
said, “It’s the herd; they’ve come to graze on the range.” Farm boys never forget.
It
was quite chilly the day I stopped by Aint Daisy’s. I opened the front door and called, “Aint
Daisy, are you here? I’m coming
in.” There was no sound, which concerned
me. I walked around the house checking
the rooms to make sure she was not on a floor or sick. Nothing, but the back door was ajar. I saw her rushing up the back walk wearing
just her shawl. “Well, hello,
chile. What are you doing here?” she
said muffled as her face was buried in her shawl. “Oh, I just thought I’d stop and check on
you. Are you all right, Aint
Daisy?” I inquired. “Oh yes, just a bit chilly. Silly me, I should have put on more than my
shawl to scoot out the back door and go check on Miss Agnes. You know she’s close to her nineties and
doesn’t get many visitors. I took her
some chicken and noodles, pumpkin bread and an apple pie.” “Aint Daisy, you are such a caring
friend. I know she’ll enjoy it all.” As we talked in the warm kitchen, I noticed
she was sitting under a cross-stitched piece she’d had put in an oval frame and
hung on the wall. It said, “A true friend is someone who reaches for your hand
and touches your heart.” How interesting Aint Daisy would be sitting
under it, and it would look like a halo above her head. More
wisdom from the Lady of the Holler.
I
usually try not to drive after dark.
It’s not that I’m afraid; it’s just that the LED headlights of the newer
vehicles really bother my eyes, and God help anyone when the fool has turned
them on HIGH beam. They were so bright I
think he could see my thoughts!!! I showed
one to him.
Some
fella is suing SMART WATER for not making him smarter. I am now announcing my actions of suing the
Girl Scouts for lying about THIN MINTS, and Nabisco for advertising about
REDUCED FAT in their cookies. I’ve not
gotten any thinner or any fat on my body reduced. Liars!!!
Recently
I was taking with an employee of a recycling company asking her the procedure
for her company to receive my “dead” television. She told me, “Come to the front door of the
building and enter. You will see me, and
it is there I’ll tell you where to go to dispose of your “dead” television.” I couldn’t help but laugh out loud. I told her, “I’m a retired high school
teacher. I’ve had some brave kids tell
me where to go. In one class, a boy was
really upset with me, and told me, “Go to Hell!!” I told him, “Oh child, I’ll be there before
you; I’ll meet you there. My broom will
travel faster than your legs.” The class
exploded with laughter after he left; so did the secretary with whom I was
reminiscing.
MEMORIES: I remember the 2 Dodges Daddy had. One was a 1950 brown Dodge sedan; the other
was a 1953 red Dodge sedan. That was the
only red car Daddy ever had. Each of
them had a hood ornament; a silver ram; one in the striking pose and the other
was just the head. After the red one
needed to be replaced due to high milage, he got Oldsmobiles. I think the Olds had a rocket. He, also, had a ’46 Studebaker, but I can’t
remember the hood ornament on it. Guy
and I bought a 1993 Buick Roadmaster in ’93.
It had the Buick emblem in a circle on the hood. It was attached with a spring wire. Little did we know they were considered
“trophies” to certain gang members. We
lost it to a “trophy hunter”. When Guy
talked to the parts department manager, he was told it would cost $90 plus
labor to have another one put on. We
left the space unadorned. Guy traded for
a ’93 Chevy Classic with very low miles.
It had an ornament, but never got taken.
‘Guess it wasn’t a “trophy”, for which we were glad. Hood ornaments are not as predominant as they
used to be. Guess it’s tough getting bug
guts out of all the little crevices. But, my oh my, weren’t those ornaments
attractive things?
On July 25th, I ordered a new microwave, via phone, from a
local reputable store. Many weeks later
it still had not arrived. I called the
store and asked why it was taking so long.
The manager told me it was difficult to get drivers for the truck to
deliver it from Kentucky to the Peoria store.
I told him I could drive down there, get it, and be home in one
day. He said it doesn’t work that
way. So, I waited longer---September 25
it arrived and was delivered. By October
4, I had used it two times.
It had a very loud vibrating sound causing me to be very leery of
it. I called the store and asked for a
technician to come out and find out what was wrong. One arrived and found that the fan and
magnetron were bad in this brand new microwave.
He said he’d order new parts and would get back to me when they
arrived. Three weeks later I called the
store and talked with the manager. He
said they couldn’t get the parts or they were “on a ship in a harbor waiting to
dock to be unloaded.” I told him, “That
sounds like lyrics to a sad song!” I
ordered a different one, received money back, and will not be charged for delivery
and set up. I’m not doing business with
that store again. So, if you need
a new small appliance, make sure you GO to the store and get it right there; or,
you could be listening to the lyrics of a sad song.
I hope your holidays are filled with warm memories, love,
laughter, and so much you enjoy.
Blessings, smiles, and best wishes.
Merry Christmas, Happy Hanukkah, Happy Kwanzaa from me to you.
Always, Trudy
