Some days I swear if I didn’t have bad luck, I’d have no luck at all.
When you were a kid, you were sure of it – and while it might not have been pirate booty, there were certainly other riches there. Fossils beneath the grass, remnants from long-ago warriors, glass bottles, even coins awaited discovery.
When we returned home the other night from the Gopher basketball game, Spouse Roger asked if I had noticed the policewoman in the front row. I said yes, I had noted her presence. He said he felt as if he should have gone down to her and just said a simple thank you for doing all they do. I asked why he didn’t; he said he didn’t really know why not, but he should have done so. I agreed, because in the current environment, it seems all police have been made into the enemy.
They get to work on time and they do a good job. Sometimes, they might even stay late to finish a project because it’s important to be responsible. That’s a lesson they’ve taught you because you take your around-the-house jobs seriously, too.
One of the best things about being a writer is that it gives me reason to go places and do things. An eager eye wants to see things near and far.
When I picked up a quart of half and half, I wondered how I'd use it all. Some was needed for a creamy squash soup.
It has long been my self-perception that I have not saved a lot of “stuff.” That is accurate as far as things like prom dresses, programs from various events, souvenirs and knick-knacks. But I am finding it is not true when it comes to paperwork. Not only do I have a lot of it from days past, but it takes a long time to sort and toss. It has really slowed down this process.
At some point, life slaps all of us with a good reminder that shifts our perspective. Personally, I have been slapped with several of these reminders over the years. And today, I want to pass a few of them along to you.
The words spring off the computer screen at me from the Minnesota Department of Natural Rescources (DNR) website.
One day, I was working in Haines, Alaska, where the price of gas was $4.33 a gallon and there was not a flake of fallen snow.
It all smells great, too, and you can’t decide what you like best. The meat is done just right, potatoes are mashed to perfection, biscuits are to die for and, then, there’s dessert! But – wait, leftovers. They are your favorite…
Recently, I was in a conversation with someone who said she had been really poor when growing up. I disagreed with her, saying there is a big difference between being poor and being broke. Those two states actually describe two different cultures: each has its own attitudes and expectations.