💕💖💗💝 2022 February FROM MY PERSPECTIVE
Aint Daisy was shaking
some rugs off her porch as I walked up the side walk to her house. “Well, looky here! There you are coming to visit. Let me put these back in the house, and we’ll
have some time to talk. Come on in the
house. It’s chilly out here; I’ll fix
some tea. Oh, do you want a piece of
cherry pie to go with it, chile?” she asked chuckling to herself. I thought, “What a silly question. I could be full to my gills and still have
room for a piece of her pie, especially my favorite cherry,” but I didn’t say
it out loud. “Yes, thank you. You make the best pie in the county,” I said trying
not to choke on my droll of expectation.
The kitchen was bright and cheery as we sat at the table covered with a
flowered tablecloth. “What brings you
here, chile?” she questioned. “Oh not
much. ‘Just wanted to stop by, chat, and
make sure you’re all right. I have a
question for you, though,” I slowly said.
“I know a fella who told me recently, ‘I want to break down so badly,
but I keep repeating to myself, “you got this”, when I know I really
don’t.’ I feel so badly for him, Aint
Daisy. What can I say to him which may
help him?” She listened, took a bite of
her pie and a sip of her tea. There was
a longer bit of silence, and then she spoke, “If you have just a small amount
of “I got this/that”, then you will eventually have all you need of the
situation. Believe it, because if you
doubt it, you will fail and you won’t “have this”.” More words of wisdom to think about, not only
for him, but for me from the Lady of the Holler.
What greeting do Italians
say to a fluffy, Chinese breed of dog’s lunch meal? “Ciao, Chow-chow chow.”
I always tried to fix a
hot breakfast in the winter for my kids when they were going to school. I
overheard one talking to a friend. The friend asked, "What is your
favorite breakfast your mom fixes?" My child replied, "Oh, she
fixes hot lava with butter and two blind lookers." "What is THAT?"
inquired the friend. "Well, the hot lava is hot grits with lots of
butter, and the two blind lookers are cooked eggs with the yolks runny and
turned over. It's delicious!!!" my child said proudly. There
was: “monkey meal” which is oatmeal with
bananas; “jungle meal” which is oatmeal with bananas and peanut butter; and
“trees” which is broccoli. Beets were
“blood balls/slices”; “red hair Hawaiian
salad” which is finely shredded carrots with pineapple; and the famous “stink
cheese” for Parmesan cheese. We had
names for things which the kids made up. Not many knew what they meant,
but the names were totally logical to us.
Brenduhh came over for a
chat with cinnamon rolls and tea I’d just made.
I decided I’d “play” with her. I
asked her, “Kiddo, you’re standing in a barnyard. There are 2 cows, 2 horses, 3 chickens, and a
worm. How many legs do you have?” She looked quizzical at me and replied,
“Trudy, you know worms don’t have legs!”
I told her, “Good; now how many legs do you have?” “Give me a piece of paper
so I can write down how many legs I have,” she grumbled. She did her math and came up with 22. I told her, “That’s the wrong answer. The correct answer is 2.” “I don’t know how that can be since two cows
have a total of 8, two horses have a total of 8, and three chickens have a
total of 6 and all that equals 22,” she announced with some frustration. “Sweetie, I asked you, how many legs do YOU
have? The answer is 2. YOU have 2 legs,” I gently said. She still was a bit confused, so I told her
to think about it, and let’s have some tea and cinnamon rolls.
I saw this and agreed
with it. Now I’m sharing it with
you. When I was a kid I fell from the
monkey bars, brushed myself off saying, “I’m o.k.” Now, I tried to scoop some very frozen ice
cream and dislocated my shoulder. Turned in place to
get a towel to dry my hands-----wrenched my back!!! Blew my nose-----farted on
the cat and wet my pants! Stretched my arms out-----got a cramp in my solar
plexus. Getting old is NOT for sissies,
y’all!!!
For the record, I can run
with the best of the winded.; I don’t run with scissors (eliminate the last two
words).; It snowed a lot here in
February. I decided to make some snow
angels. I only got one made; the rest
were massacres of the areas around the ONE I made as I tried to get up.; I wrote a grocery list for my young
daughter. She couldn’t figure out what
I’d written. Ahhhh, script is now a
mystery to the young of today.; Another
word for THESAURUS…..book.
ELEPHANTS: The country with the most: Zaire, 195,000; the country with the fewest: Vatican City.
(Stop laughing, it’s true!)
Vatican City has .16 (that’s POINT one six) square miles, which is about
108.8 acres. 100 strides (they only
shuffle real fast; they don’t run; their stride is 6.6’ apart) and the animal
is out of the country. I researched
this, folks!
“Science is organized knowledge. Wisdom is organized life.” -Immanuel Kant, philosopher (1724-1804)
Have
you ever or do you remember the laboratories you were in either in high school,
college, or a job? I do. Daddy was
chemistry major at VPI taking all that knowledge to DuPont, before WWII, and to
ALCOA when he returned in 1946. He had a
typical scientific mind and way of doing things---everything had a place and
there was a logical sequence of doing something. I, on the other hand, being an impulsive
teenager, did things out of sequence and had places for some of my
things. Of course, we somewhat clashed
due to our way of thinking. In fact, he
couldn’t bear to look into my room; it was “too unorganized,” he said. I remember one time after I was an adult,
that he needed something from the basement.
He had an old, solid oak classroom shelving unit that had doors on it.
It was filled with all sorts of tools and hardware. He told me what he needed and exactly where
it was. Then, when I went to get it, he
said, “And don’t disturb anything else around it.” There was that “everything has a place”
thought process---the scientific, organized knowledge. I found it, but lingered looking at as much
as I could before he called out, “Did you find it?” Returning to his side with the said tool, I
asked, “Daddy, why do you have so much “stuff”?
Some of that is still in the unopened package.” He said, “Well, if I need it, I’ll have it
and won’t have to stop to go to the hardware store to get it. If I don’t need it, I may in the
future.” There is the wisdom and the
organized life. Daddy didn’t say much,
but when he did, you listened and thought---sort of like E.F. Hutton.
Kangaroos can’t walk,
elephants can’t jump, cheetahs can’t retract their claws, lions
can’t purr, and some people can’t rub their tummy and pat their head
simultaneously. Monkeys can’t recognize
themselves in a mirror, but chimpanzees can.
Owls can’t move their eyeballs; they are tubular in shape.
Peace, hugs, and kind thoughts to you. Trudy
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