Thursday, October 19, 2017

Thursday Thought

God Bless George W. Bush.

Friday, September 29, 2017

More Wild Life

Yesterday a bird.  

Today a mouse.  Yes, a mouse on the couch. My husband called to me. Actually it was more like a holler. Sounded serious. The dogs had gone berserk and they were up on the couch. Lee was standing there wanting paper towels or Something. I grabbed a towel and some paper towels in the kitchen.

Then I saw what he was facing. An immobile mouse. Don't mice run when they see people?

Not this one. We were able to throw the towel over it and I grabbed it,  took it outside for release.
It just remained still. We think one of the dogs brought it in (Jill?) and maybe injured its spine because it was not moving, not making any sounds of pain nor had any visible injuries.

My brave man put it out of its misery.

I hate critters in the house.

Thursday, September 28, 2017

Curling Straight Hair

I just saw an ad on tv for a hair styling kit for $29.95. It consisted of long strips of some soft material which you wind into your hair and go to bed.

In our teenage years, we used our dad's clean boot socks.  Free.

Bird Feeder

My husband was gifted with a bird feeder and he likes filling it and watching the birds (and squirrels) eat.

Yesterday he told me, "There's a bird in the house." There he was. Perched on top of the padded rod above the sliding glass door to the back deck.

The question was, how did he get in through two dog doors. Both dogs were running around in a crazed circle.

We shut them into a bedroom and closed all other doors to rooms. We opened the front and back doors to try to shoo him out. No luck. The last we saw him, he went under the couch.

Our neighbor helped Lee tip the couch up. No bird. The only thing we can figure is that he must have flown out one of the doors while we were looking down.

New theory: One of the dogs brought him in after he caught him outside. The bird was not injured. At least he could still fly.

A different incident in an otherwise dull day.

Monday, September 25, 2017

Buick Coupe

This is a screen shot taken from a silent movie short, Saturday Afternoon, starring Harry Langdon. The date was 1926.

Last night I went to bed early so of course I was awake in the middle of the night when the Silent Sunday Night movies were showing on TCM. Some of them are almost too crazy during the 1916 era but by the middle '20's there is some plot and a lot of slapstick.

This photo was taken after I had seen this car driving for a few minutes. I grabbed my phone and naturally it was turned off! By the time it was operational, the car was stopped and Harry was out of the rumble seat.

The reason I wanted the photo is that this model car was the one my grandparents had when they moved in with my mom, dad and me in 1944. It's a Buick, with wooden spoke wheels and the rumble seat and the spare tire, barely visible here. I have remembered that car and always wished
I had taken a photo of it. I was starting to take pictures with a Brownie camera that my Granny Brown had given me. No color film then (that I could afford) but the car was a faded, dark green.

My friend, JoAnn, and I used to sit out in front of 100 West 12th in Hutchinson, KS, and wish we could drive! We were 14 and in Kansas at that time, you could get a full driver's license. I remember going to the office. It wasn't even called by any official name. Just the place where you went to get legal permission to drive.  Two questions:  Are you color blind and do you have epileptic seizures? No and no.  Here's your license. Not a learner's permit, a regular license.

Thanks, Harry, for using that particular car.

Saturday, September 23, 2017


There are many things in this world that can make one happy. Sometimes we concentrate too much on the sad things that happen instead of being like Pollyanna and looking only for the good.

Maybe I just didn't pay attention but I do not remember a time when I was saddened by what a president expressed in talks to the public. My memory goes back to FDR's fireside chats on the radio.

This is not a nostalgic longing - things were never perfect, or even uplifting, at all times in the past. But now, every day brings another event that divides us as a country.

I guess my fear is that I will never be around long enough to see things start turning back to an optimistic outlook and respect for others.

Thursday, September 21, 2017

Talk About Dense!

This is one that I really hate to admit even happened. (Grammatically incorrect sentence!)

A few days ago we decided to get take-out for lunch.
 I drove to a fast food place that we don't visit very often. I noticed there were several large white trucks in the parking area and some orange cones but the drive was open so in we went.

Turning the corner and approaching the speaker/ordering spot, I saw one of the large white trucks parked facing me in the drive-through.


The place was closed and they were remodeling. There was no sign indicating that fact on their huge sign in front. I backed up and thought some of the men who appeared to be working there gave us an odd look as I was swinging the Ford 150 cargo van around in order to exit through the entrance drive.

Later we passed the Aldi's grocery store and it had two huge signs⛔⛔ with red letters: "Closed for remodeling." Too bad they couldn't have loaned one to the restaurant.