She stalked my two dogs this morning. A friendly little Manx cat wanted to make their acquaintances. The friendship was not to be. Maggie hated all cats, made no distinction between friendship and aggression.
Maggie, upon her arrival, convinced her brother canine, that he would be wise to follow suit. Maggie growled, barked; disrupted the normally quiet neighborhood. The little cat didn’t give up and followed our entourage for about a block.
An unplanned trip to the dentist lies ahead this morning. All attempts to divert my attention, are welcomed. Unfortunately, tooth pain has failed to squelch my appetite. It’s made morning coffee less enjoyable–that’s unacceptable.
Do you remember, girls snipping loops from the backs of boy’s ivy league shirts; collecting them like trophies? They called them “fruit loops.” That could have been featured on a “Laverne and Shirley” episode? Boys that wore shirt collars turned up were thought of as “hoods.” Of course that went along with greasy hair, “ducktail” haircuts, and “pegged” jeans. I guess that was the predecessor of “gangsta” culture.
Knock-knock who’s there?
Don’t like it? Don’t knock it
Tired punchlines–nobody cared
Lost among receding hairlines
Figures of speech
Nobody under thirty understood
Fedora hats replaced
By baseball caps worn backward
By those aspiring to be hip and cool
Gomer Pyle, Satch from the Bowery Boys
Sported askew caps and portrayed fools
to what’s going on today?
Living with less
Was done in the past
Backyard chicken coops
Becoming popular today
Always be thankful
For what you have
It was 97, a few days ago. Finally, some cool autumn mornings are on the way. Max, the wonder dog will be happy. Mosquitos and gnats will be gone somewhere else.
This morning, illuminated by flashlight, was a black plastic fork in the road. “When you come to a fork in the road–take it.” Thanks Yogi for the suggestion, but I’ll politely decline. It appeared to have crusted food on it.
Speaking of Yogi Berra, there’s a family connection. My first cousin, once removed, attended high school with Yogi. She grew up in the same neighborhood as Yogi, Joe Garagiola, and Harry Caray.
When it comes to some tech–I’m mentally challenged. My goal as I age is to simplify my life. Are there Cliff’s Notes or Tech for Dummies books out there? There’s an answer for everything on the internet–whether it’s right or not.
Just in time for Thanksgiving; canned pumpkin isn’t really pumpkin. What? Apparently, it is mostly butternut squash, because of the smoother texture. What’s wrong with texture in food? That’s why I like pears-because of their grainy texture.
I’ve uncluttered my mind for another day. It’s OK, I’ll just clutter it up again.
Church bells rang
for the faithful
thankful for the
only, when necessary
Driveway rust buckets
rusted in place
among cute bungalows
butcher block countertops
silk flower gardens
This is a follow-up to my original “Easy Bake Oven” expose, written September 2011. The familiar toy was formerly powered by heat from incandescent light bulbs.
Incandescent bulbs have been phased out–replaced by compact fluorescent and LED bulbs; which put out little heat energy. To the disappointment of children and parents everywhere.
A favorite toy for decades–if not a messy one. First made by Kenner–now by Hasbro. The Hasbro Company, came out with an updated version of the toy–sans light bulbs.
This one has a heating element, and is priced at 49.99, instead of 29.99. No doubt the price has gone up since then. It’s enough to make a person wax nostalgic for one of those gooey little cakes.
What do you want to bet–revised “Easy Bake Ovens,” burn as much energy as the old ones with incandescent bulbs? Of course, it has always been about the children–wink, wink.
For normal, nine to fivers, this is the beginning of the weekend. In this household it’s the beginning of madness associated with preparations for entertaining house guests, or leaving for a trip out-of-town. The madness is the same.
Everything is topsy-turvy for days on end. Planning in detail for sleeping accommodations, menus, activities, home decor updates–and, on and on.
That’s just inside the house. The yard and patio also have to be perfect.
To keep my sanity–comic relief in the form of headlines, then highlights from my spam folder.
- Two well-known celebrities were rescued from an elevator. A revolving door would have been funnier.
- A person that’s been in the headlines a lot this year, was questioned about their aloof appearance. Perhaps fewer goofy questions from reporters might have helped?
- There’s, yet another, new portrayal of the late Colonel Sanders. The real Colonel, founder of KFC, rests in a cemetery plot. Should there be any doubt, KFC, is still Kentucky Fried Chicken–the original Colonel’s secret recipe, with eleven herbs and spices.
In spite of fierce competition, there was a winner. My spam folder took on, an even more, international flavor. There were two entries written in Chinese characters, two in Spanish, one in Portuguese.
Jacelyn–if that is indeed the person’s real name? It didn’t matter, anyway. A verbal barrage, attempted to flatter; sucker me into clicking on a specific URL, took up almost an entire page.
Rarely have I seen such an extreme case of verbal diarrhea, that had no beginning, no end, and nothing in the middle.