Wednesday, August 30, 2017

Words and Opinions

I just think people ought to think before they speak and criticize others who are in the public eye.

This is nothing new. I remember that persons talked in a very negative way about Eleanor Roosevelt;
she traveled too much, wrote a column called "My Day," and had an unpleasant speaking voice - all of which and more were criticized mercilessly by the opposition and the public.

How does the saying go?  If you can't say something nice, don't say anything.

This includes saying unkind things about minor children,  including two daughters who were very intelligent but were going through those awkward teen years during their fathers' terms. Most adolescent girls have a time when they are insecure - and they look it.

Be kind, people.

Monday, August 28, 2017

Another One Bites the Dust

We have too many restaurants in our small town. From time to time, one fails.

Today we drove by the fancy hamburger shop that has been here only two years. The windows were covered by brown paper. On social media I thought about posting "Another One Bites the Dust" but decided against it. Scrolling on down the page, I came to a post on a commercial news site that was headed by those very words! I was so glad I hadn't used it or even posted about it.

Some of the comments indicated that when this shop opened, they hired forty-five people. Later they trimmed it down to a very minimum. Another person said that when two  hamburgers, fries and two drinks cost $30 they should have known it wouldn't make it in this little town with no good paying jobs.

The ice cone place next door closed earlier in the same building. A few years ago someone opened a self service yogurt shop. I went there once and spooned up a small amount of yogurt and very few toppings. It was $6.50. Didn't ever go back! And then it closed.

Do you get the feeling that I'm tight with our money?  You would be right.

Sunday, August 20, 2017

The One that Didn't Get Away

Standing at the "screened in" back porch this morning, looking out at our newly manicured backyard, (thanks Texan family!) I saw a large, grey bird swoop down and take off upward with a thin snake in his beak.

I hope it wasn't Jake, the snake. He's been around for several years, visiting our yard and the two neighbors' to the south.

I wish the bird could have scooped up the mole that is residing on the property. I'm afraid we'll have to hire a human to do that job.

Thursday, August 17, 2017

Here's the Double Exposure - Remember Those?



I should have included in the blog on Tuesday but here it is - our wedding album.  Three friends were there and took two (2) photos. Forgetting to wind the film saves on the space it takes to store the album.  Glad we got at least one!!!

Wednesday, August 16, 2017

65th Anniversary

We didn't do anything special. I did cook a nice supper (we still call it that at our house.) We had a roast with all the carrots, potatoes and onions plus creamed peas.

That was nicer that trying to go out and eat. It's been sixty-five years since we got married. We had known each other three and a half months after a blind date was set up by a friend.

His folks thought we were nuts. Mine weren't thrilled. My mom wanted a church wedding. We went to the minister's home and no honeymoon. Back to work and school the next day.

We did have a wonderful celebration for our fiftieth which Elke, our daughter-in-law, arranged. Friends from quilt guild, the tower (FAA) and neighbors were there at the Lone Star Steak House.

I didn't put a photo or announcement in the paper. They actually charge for that service!

Wonder if they charge for obituaries.

Wednesday, August 2, 2017

Scared Straight

The clinic where our doctor resides has an online site. Through the "portal" a patient can check his appointments, current prescriptions and many other things. I accidentally clicked on something and up came all the conditions that I am listed as having.

Amazed that I am still alive, I am now concentrating on changing my habits of eating, exercising and general pattern of living.

Scared me!