Friday, February 12, 2016

A bit of this, a bit of that.

I forgot to mention yesterday that I discovered hot dogs on the Sonic Drive-in restaurant's menu.  I can't remember the last time I had a hot dog.  It has been years for sure.  When is the last time you had one?  You better believe one of these times I'm going to by some of them when we pay Sonic's another visit.

This morning I got such a kick out of my seagulls, Sea More and Ebb Tide.  They seem to be getting kind of cozy, and I'm wondering if they've become a couple and if babies might be coming along this year.  The eagles at Decorah are putting the finishing touches on the nesting bowl and I would not be surprised if one of these mornings I find her nestled in prepared to lay the first egg.

I'm having a bit of a plumbing problem with the bathroom sink.  I called maintenance Wednesday morning to come take a look.  Of course the whole time the guy messed around with the sink it would not leak.  I was told to give them a call if it happened again. (Of course) it happened last night while I was getting ready for bed and brushing my teeth, and again this morning while I was getting dressed.
I called them, now we'll see how long it takes for them to return.  I'm not going to hold my breath. However, I did take a few pictures this morning to prove there is a leak and that I am not responsible for it.

I don't think I've told you I have given myself a Buzz Cut-Do.  Yep, the hairs in the back and along sides are so short I can scarcely grab it between my thumb and forefinger.  I bought myself an electric trimmer to make my trimming job easier, I just have to get brave enough to use it.  And, I have to hope the buzzing sound does not send Zorro into a nervous bowl of jello.

Tomorrow is basketball game time.  My granddaughter informed me on Wednesday she is going to have two games back to back, so it's going to be a busy morning.  Last week her team lost, but they played a very respectable game I was amazed because some of her 'mates' are pretty small, but dang if they didn't make baskets, a few of which were 'nothing but net'.

Well, guess that's about all the 'bits' I have for today.  Now I just have to hope I can actually post this to Facebook, I've not been so lucky the last few days.

What was it that Tennessee Ernie Ford used to say, "If God's willin' and the creek don't rise" I'll be back a-writin' soon.  Have a good weekend everybody.  

Thursday, February 11, 2016

I swear...

...I heard a robin singing this morning.  I didn't see it, but I'm sure he/she was letting me know that spring is definitely on the way.  Oh happy day.

I've had white, purple and yellow crocus blooming for a couple of weeks now, and this week with the temperatures pushing 60 the heads of my daffodil buds have begun to bend over getting ready to open.  In addition one of my potted primroses is blooming as well.  Even some of the tulips have begun to get brave enough to push through the soil.

Yesterday afternoon, as my granddaughter and I were walking home from lunch, at the local Sonics Drive-in, she discovered another sign of spring, a pussy-willow tree covered with soft grey kittens.  It was so, so pretty.  She even plucked one and stuck it into her jacket pocket. The sky was a different shade of blue as well, heralding the promise of warmer weather and soon visual proof of chartreuse buds on all the deciduous trees.  Can you tell I'm a very happy camper?

Backing up a bit, as I was speaking of Sonics Drive-in, eating there was a first for both of us.  I was not sure what to expect, and (silly me) I tried to walk in to be seated.  Giggle, giggle.  You don't go in to sit! So, we ordered from the outdoor menu in the seating area and enjoyed our lunch out there. Unfortunately we will be limited on our visits there because of weather and temperature, but we do intend to return often...probably most frequently in summer.  We were delightfully surprised at the quality of the food.  Oh, my gosh, my burger was deee-licious.  The ingredients actually overflowed the edge of the bun, and it was so juicy it ran out of the bun, onto my hand and down my wrist.

The visit to Sonics took me w-a-a-a-y back to my teenage years when we would go across the street from our high school to the local drive-in for a plate of french fries with gravy.  We didn't do that very often because we didn't have the money.  Although, one spring day we might pass on taking the school bus home, pull together all the money we had then head across the street to share a plate of fries; then leisurely walk down the hill to home.  Ahhh, fun times, fun times.

And now I will come full circle and back to the beginning of this blog.  I swear I heard a robin sing this morning...spring IS coming.  Oh, happy, happy day.

Sunday, February 7, 2016

Human nature.

I've found human nature to be both funny (Ha Ha) and funny (Peculiar).  For instance this week I got to thinking about early morning phone calls. Human nature being what it is you just know when you phone rings at 4:30 in the morning you are going to be getting bad news.  When is the last time you got good news at 4:30 AM? That's human nature in a very peculiar way. 

Early in the week a very dear friend called me to tell me about how her husband had taken a bad fall. We talked at great length and when we were through, I promised myself I would call her back in a few days to see how things were going.  Shamefully, all week I thought about calling her and even walk right past the phone with some other 'important' thing to do first, telling myself as soon as the 'important' thing was done I would pick up the phone and call her.

That simply didn't happen.

Last night, just as dusk was setting in I finally picked up the phone and let 'speed dial' ring up her number.  Of course just about everyone has caller I-D, so she knew it was me.  Since I seldom call her because of her busy schedule, and on the few times I have it has always been during the day she thought it odd I was calling.  And human nature being what it is; the first thing she wondered and then asked me was "Who died?" 

Now, I thought that was human nature's 'funny peculiar' way for her to react, but I'm sure had she called me I would have immediately thought she was going to deliver some sort of bad news to me.  

Human nature is indeed a peculiar thing.

I meekly had to tell her she had been on my mind all week, but my human nature had acted naturally and allowed me to procrastinate all week before (actually, physically, putting out effort) picking up the phone and calling.  Shame, shame on me.  However, if we were all being honest, I think we would have to confess we are all procrastinators, not just when it comes to returning phone calls but about a lot of other things in our lives as well.  

Perhaps procrastination is the mother of human nature.  If we can think of a way to get out of doing what we should 'human nature' will probably provide us a way.  I wish I could tell you I am going to change my ways but I know that's not going to happen, damn you human nature...damn you.  

So, pick up that phone, call somebody and (for heaven's sake) don't wait until they are wondering "Who died?"

Friday, February 5, 2016

There arose such a clatter...

...yesterday afternoon it scared the wits out of Frankie, Zorro and CC.

Not long ago I discovered I needed more bookcases, so I went to the Internet and found two that would perfectly fit my needs.  They arrived late Monday evening.  Of course I got very excited, and immediately set about constructing the smaller of the two.  Frankie went into a snit, she hates when I go into my 'construction mode'.

Did I care?  No.  Soon the living room floor was covered with slats of fake black wood grain finished particle board.  Oh, and a plastic bag filled with various hardware.  I was in heaven.  My tool box by my side I began to assemble first one side and top of the case, and then the bottom and the last side. I was surprised how quickly it went. I nailed the cardboard back into place and added the shelves.

Frankie had to admit this project went well, and although she would not get herself off the sofa to help me move it, at least she was not pouting anymore.  I could hardly wait for morning to bring in my flatware (not silver) chest to put on one of the shelves.

Next morning, Frankie stayed away most of the day, and while my granddaughter dusted furniture, swept, and washed the floors I tackled the second, five shelf bookcase.  One of the sides had cracked during shipping and I briefly considered packing the thing up and sending it from whence it came.  But the carton it came in was pretty much destroyed so, I got my super/tacky glue and let it set up for a while.

I figured the glue patch job would be, (as my husband used to say) "Close enough for who it's for." And, I proceeded with my construction.

Frankly, I was glad Frankie was not here, as she would have had a 'snit' times two.  Anyhoo, by the time I was ready to attach the cracked side the glue had set and I was ready to attach it to the rest of the bookcase.  My granddaughter helped me set it upright and we walked it
to its permanent home. (I do intend to buy some finishing nails and permanently attach the shelves to the sides for extra strength.)

You know that old saying that "Pride goeth before a fall", it comes.  Yesterday afternoon, I was ready to put things on my new bookcases shelves.  The first being my flatware (not silver) chest.  I bippity bopped myself down to my garage, withdrew the chest from it moving container and bippity bopped myself back to my apartment.  I was soooooooooooo, excited.  I ripped the paper I had wrapped it in loose, picked the box up by the side handles and gave a shake.  However in my haste I neglected to notice the box was---------------up-----------side-----------down.

Oh--------my--------word--------there arose such a--------------clatter! Knives, forks, spoons and serving pieces splattered across the dining area floor!  It was a clatter splatter...splatter clatter.

Frankie jumped to her feet!  Zorro ran and hid!  And, I've no idea what happened to CC!

I worried that one of my neighbors might have called 911, but I'm pleased to report they did not.

Now you can picture me sitting on the floor putting all that flatware (not silver) back into the chest.

Frankie, of course is tsk, tsking me all the while.  Zorro finally got brave enough to come sniff about to see all is well, but CC is still nowhere around.

I finally get the chest back in order and I tell everybody this time the box is upside right and walk over to the bookcase to put the chest on a shelf.  Picture the blood draining from my face.


It was an inch and a half to wide.  I could have and I wanted to scream, but didn't.  After having made such a clatter I knew a scream would not be helpful.  Frankie thought this was terribly amusing, which didn't help at all because I wanted to spit tacks, they at least would have been helpful to strengthen my cracked bookcase.

I eventually found a place for the flatware chest so I'm a happy camper even though my bookcase purchases didn't turn out exactly the way I intended. However, with all those empty shelves I think I just might visit some on-line book stores.  Wadjathink?

Thursday, February 4, 2016

Don't worry...

...this is not going to be a sermon.

I like to study the Bible.  I've been doing it seriously for quite a while now, I've an excellent teacher, and we’ve been studying for about ten years.  I happen to have a four in one Bible and also an independent one and I use them all.

What I find fascinating is each one has the same books, the same chapters and the same verses. What I find even more fascinating is that each verse virtually says the same thing, but each Bible frequently uses different words to say that 'same thing.' 

Take for instance this morning the word MEDITATE was mentioned in the study.  What does it mean to meditate?  Hmmm!  I decided to see how my five versions of the Bible used this word in a particular verse. One actually used the word 'meditate', one said 'ponder', two used the word 'practice', while the last was a little wordy and stated 'put these abilities to work'.  Yet, when I read the complete verse they were all used in the proper context.  So, I guess the meaning justifies the end, or does the end justify the means?  I've not a clue.

What really surprises me is on some occasions all five versions of my Bibles will use the exact same word in a particular verse...and I have to wonder every single time why that particular word in that particular verse was so important they chose not to change it.  One instance would be the word 'overshadow' it is used exactly the same in that one verse in all five versions. Why is overshadow such an important word each Bible chose not to change it?

There are of course other instances where the words are exact, but mostly the versions will alter the words from time to time.  I'm not exactly sure what my point is, except that (perhaps, maybe, possibly, conceivably, perchance) all our religions are not that different since we all use the same book for the way we should live, love, laugh and be happy.

And that's my meditation for today.

Tuesday, February 2, 2016


I have to confess I like living in the day.  This 24 hour span might be my best yet, I don't want to interfere with one single second.  However, sometimes I enjoy a few minutes of nostalgia as well.

Just a few moments ago my cat began to call for me.  In very distinct vocal clarity she calls out "Mama, mama" until I call out, "What, what, what do you want?" And she comes racing to where ever I am.  I had one other cat years ago who used to do the same thing.

Anyway, she called out while I'm at my computer and I respond.  CC came rushing in, jumped up on my paper cutter, walked across my "Big Book" dictionary and came to a stop on my keyboard.  I was about to check out a web-site, but she happened to press her foot on something and instead of the site I wanted, the one of my hometown came up on my monitor.

Whether my subconscious wanted me to be there all along I can't say for sure, but the scenes of my hometown web-site’s banner brought a lump to my throat.  There was Central Park, adorned in spring, trees abloom in pink.  In the background were buildings over 100 year old. Oh, how many times did I walk through that park, walk past those buildings.

There was the Inclined Plane, halfway up/down the hillside, and it brought to mind all the people and vehicles it moves daily, and how it took people from the valley up the hill during the time of floods.  I loved riding the Inclined Plane.

A panoramic view of the city, came next, I could see the building where I used to work, the church where we were allowed to take time off to attend Good Friday service.  I could see the defunct Steel Mill buildings, abandoned long ago.

Then there were things I didn't recognize at all, the "Mystery of Steel Exhibit" and the "Johnstown Flood National Museum", both new and enticing to visitors passing through, or native sons and daughters returning home for a vacation.  It pleases me that my hometown has its eyes on the future.  

I was brought back from my moment of nostalgia when my cat began to pace back and forth across the desk and I could no longer see the screen.  Silly cat. I gave her a good loving, and cats being what they are...she finally said, "Okay, I'm done." and she walked over to her favorite window sill and is watching birds, people and dogs saunter by. So, I guess it's time I get back to work. Thanks CC; Its been a while since I've been home.

Monday, February 1, 2016


I tried to post a blog today, it was pretty darn good too.  But when I tried to move it from Microsoft Word to the blog...after many, many went...POOF.  I've no idea where it ended up...and I was too angry by that time to go look for it.  Ding, darn, dirty dang.  Sorry.