I’ve tried a couple of times to start my blog post this week,
but about all I can think of to talk about is the weather, and who wants to
talk about that?
I guess I could discuss how different Konnie’s life is from
mine, but I kind of think we’ve covered the subject pretty thoroughly. Konnie
has five kids, I don’t have any, she has a house full of pets, I don’t, her
husband is still alive, mine isn’t. And there is the fact that she lives
further south than I do, which brings us right back to weather, and I’m
not going there.
The next subject would be how busy our lives are, and for
once, I can say I’m pretty busy. Few days go by where I don’t get out and go
somewhere, I just wish some of those trips I didn’t have to make.
Like a recent trip to the ER.
I was trying to get some chores done when my sister-in-law
called and told me she just spilled hot coffee on her leg. Dang. She lives
about an eight-minute drive away, and I didn’t have my shoes on. Something even
my sister-in-law could have guessed, because I was home, not planning to go
anywhere.
Which reminds me of something that happened with my husband.
We were eating breakfast one day, and talking about what we needed to do that
day, which had everything to do with chores, and nothing to do with going
anywhere, but as soon as he finished eating, he went to get his shoes and put
them on.
“Where are you going?”
“Nowhere.”
“Then why are you putting your shoes on?”
He looked at me all confused. “We have chores to do.”
“Yeah, dishes, and sweeping, and vacuuming, not taking the
garbage out. Why do you need your shoes?”
He just plan didn’t understand the question. As far as he
was concerned, work needed done so he needed to be fully dressed which meant
shoes. Me? I was a teenager before I stopped going outside barefoot, and I
stopped because I injured my foot really bad.
Yeah, not risking that again.
Another time there was an occasion where Tom saw me putting
my shoes on, and asked me where I was going, though more often than not he was
apt to say, “Aren’t you coming? You don’t even have your shoes on yet.”
Yeah, I don’t wear shoes if I can get away without them.
I actually remember way back as a kid when stores and restaurants
posted signs saying, “No shoes, no shirt, no service,” in an effort to stop
people coming into their establishments so underdressed. Kind of like now when
such businesses post signs about no pets allowed, and service animals being
okay.
I guess each decade has its own big thing or trend, even
when it comes to what sort of signs businesses put in their front windows.
Of course, I’m old enough to remember way back when people
MADE treats to give the trick or treater’s every Halloween. I mourned when
those days ended by legal decree, though it wasn’t like many people were
handing out homemade treats by the time the law passed. No one was. There was
no use doing so when your effort would more than likely end up in the garbage.
Absolutely no one would take the chance of it being tampered with.
And, for all you youngsters who don’t know, that’s when the
fun sized candy bars came into being. Designed so families could give treats to
more kids without spending mega bucks on full sized candy bars. Of course, now,
they spend big bucks anyway. Well, at least they do if they live where they
allow trick or treating, and the kids can find your place.
The first couple of years I was here, I had a handful of
kids show up at my place, but none since, however, I think it has something
to do with my porch light not being on until someone sets off the motion sensor.
You can’t do it from the top of the driveway. The fact of the matter is, most
people can’t find my place. They can find the building, but not my apartment,
because it doesn’t look like the building can have more than the three units up
front. I’m in apartment six.
People often think they are lost or at least took a wrong
turn when they see there are only three apartments. Yeah it isn’t easy to find
even though I live right in town. I always thought country homes were hard to
find, not city homes. Live and learn.
Anyway, its time for me to get some editing done. Happy
writing everyone.
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