No need to name them all–except to say, electronic gadgets played a large part.
What happened to, take your time–don’t hurry?
Lest I stray away from the subject, back to the aforementioned toothless vacuum cleaner saga; that nobody wants to hear about–it’s the last day of July.
That means fall is approaching with cooler days and nights.
Oh, the mischief I could get into, were I more technologically adept.
It’s just as well. North ends of southbound horses? Offenders wouldn’t get the message. They’d prefer to display their ignorance on social media forums. It would be a complete waste of time.
My mouth has gotten me in plenty of trouble, without the assistance of electronics. It’s a good thing I’m older and wiser. At least, I’d like to think so.
A post, based on one from five years ago, to mark the beginning of this blog’s sixth year. Most early posts, in my opinion, were quite dreadful.
Were the “good old days” really that good? There were fewer creature comforts. No one had air-conditioning. Half the town had outdoor plumbing.
Imagine the joys of trotting to the outhouse on cold, snowy, winter nights. Summers were worse, with flies, stinging insects, and the horrible stench. You became accustomed to the sounds of mud daubers building their nests; knew not to disturb them.
Nobody knew any different. Somehow we survived. Keeping perspective–gasoline was 20 cents per gallon, unless there were gas wars. A sack of candy could be had for a quarter. Consumer goods were cheaper. Wages were considerably less than today.
Would I want to go back? The answer would be a resounding, NO! I like my creature comforts too much. There is no way I’d want to revisit years of teenage angst. I wouldn’t want to restart this blog–either.
I would like, however, to recover time wasted worrying over things, I now know weren’t important. That, and a renewed appreciation for the things I have–that could be taken away should times take a bad turn.
After being gone for an extended period of time, I tend to get reflective.
Elvis Presley’s “Why Can’t I Get An Answer?” still plays in the background of my head.
What was important to remember from the last three weeks?
Perhaps most important, is that, there aren’t always answers–only more questions.
Dignity can’t be taken away unless we allow it to be.
Confidence in one’s self goes a long way. I learned the hard way.
I hadn’t been around little ones for a long time. Young children’s minds were like little sponges. They watched everyone and everything around them.
Things will never again be like they were in my youth. And, some of that’s a good thing.
Someone, once said, there is more work done before and after vacation, than at any other time. I can attest to that.
Out to breakfast at my favorite diner. There seemed to be a lot on this blog about dining.
That should come as no surprise to those who know me. I like to eat–it’s a challenge to enjoy fine dining and stay healthy.
Preparations need to be made for an extended trip out of town. There’s still plenty of time.
This Father’s Day, I’m content to take a back seat–watch children, grandchildren, nieces and nephews. If they attain success, then I’m happy.
What did I remember most about my father, twenty-two years after his passing?
Like other men of his generation, he wore hats. His favorite was a gray fedora. Fathers, back then dressed up more, than fathers do today.
Most in the community thought him to be extremely patient and even-tempered. They never got on his bad side–like I did, on occasion.
He was a man of faith. His relationship to his maker was most important. We read the Bible aloud, from cover-to-cover, in family devotionals–down to every begat, whereas, and wherefore.
His lame jokes, that made everyone cringe, notwithstanding; if it were possible, on this Father’s Day, I would tell him that his example made a difference.
“Put some elbow grease into it,” really meant putting more effort into a task. It’s a strange expression, if taken literally. What was elbow grease? Where did the expression originate? Did well-lubricated elbows function more efficiently?
“Your eyes were bigger than your stomach.” An expression that went along with, “waste not, want not.” Don’t take something if you don’t really want it. How could someone’s eyes be bigger, than one’s stomach? What a freak show that would be.
“If it thundered in December, it would snow in May.” An old bromide from my Midwestern roots. It did occasionally snow in April, rarely in May. The point was, December thunder and lightning storms, were weird. It was supposed to snow in December.
“Blue racer snakes would chase you.” I never had it happen to me–that was the legend. Also, if the snake was cut into pieces, left for dead; it would come back together overnight, and slither away.
Chickens weren’t exactly the brainiacs of the barnyard. It was alleged, that if one got a chicken to stand still, and a line was drawn in the dirt, the chicken would stand still, mesmerized.
Good luck charms: Rabbit’s feet, horseshoes, four-leaf clovers–how did these come to be regarded as good luck charms? Some people had “lucky shirts.” …Lucky colors, …Lucky days. I guess just about anything could be a good luck charm–if we wanted it to be. One thing’s for sure, the rabbit charm, wasn’t lucky for the rabbit.