A Sporting Life!

You didn't know I've had sports in my life, did you! Here are the seven "sports" I dabbled in.
1.- I actually never did learn to swim. But I enjoyed going to the local pool and watching other people swim. I even got in and bobbed around so long as I didn't have to get my face wet!
2.- My cousin Mary Beth and I used to play badminton on our front lawn. We made up our own rules. I just remember that if you returned the birdie UNDER the net, that was a "hoover" and counted double.
3.- I had those metal roller skates you attached to your shoes using a skate key. Our sidewalks had lots of bumps and so did our driveway, so I wasn't able to get very good at it.
4.- I taught myself to ride a bike. It was old and it was blue and it had big fat tires. I used to make myself a sandwich and ride out to the cemetery so I could have lunch on the podium where the mayor gave a speech every Memorial Day. And yes, I brought along a book, too! At least once or twice, I rode my bike all the way out…

A Reader's Celebration

I am going through my books and re-reading them and deciding which ones to keep and which ones to sell or donate so that my children won't have to do that when I am gone.
Years ago I did that and settled on keeping only three of my favorite authors: Maud Hart Lovelace, Booth Tarkington, and Ed McBain/ Evan Hunter.
A while back I decided to give all my Lovelace books to  my oldest daughter  who shares my love of the Betsy-Tacy series.
I also gave her my set of Betsy, Tacy, and Tib dolls that I had purchased 30 years ago.
I sold my entire set of the "Matthew Hope" series by Ed McBain on eBay a while back.
I will soon be listing my entire set of the "87th Precinct" mystery series also by Ed McBain.
Ed McBain and Evan Hunter are one and the same person. The books he wrote as Evan Hunter are all so different. I have to re-read them all first before I will be ready to sell them.
I am working my way through all of Booth Tarkington's books currently. His earliest works were so indicative of the era! …

If I Had Only Known

If I had only known that my hair would not always be lustrous and thick and auburn... would I have spent more time fixing it each and every day?
If I had only known how fast my children would grow up... would I have spent more time playing  with them and just holding them?
If I had only known that my time with my parents would come to an end... would I have spent more time  asking them all the questions that I now have about them and their parents and grandparents and what it was like for them growing up?
I am not qualified to pronounce deep assessments of Life and Love...
When I can see 70 on the horizon and my body looks like my mother's and time is going so fast that I can hardly catch my breath... I want to write something significant and wise, but others before me have written books too numerous to count so that all that is left for me to do is to sit on our porch swing and listen to the doves and the crickets and know only that life is much too short.


It's 5:30. I lock the front door, turn off the lights, and walk to the back and get in my car to go home. He's gone with the truck and won't be home until late, so I'm taking her out for a walk. When I walk in the back door, she greets me and runs to the front door and looks expectantly over her shoulder at me. "Yes, hon, we're going for a walk!" I put my sweatshirt on and tie the hood. It's gotten a little cooler. Only an hour until the sun sets. She runs to the old black pickup. I open the door for her and she jumps in and takes up her station at the passenger side window that is always left halfway down for her. It's a bit of a struggle since my knee surgery, but I finally get the clutch pressed down, lower the steering wheel, start the engine, and we are off. It hurts to keep shifting, so I keep the speed down so we can stay in second. All the way north of town, she hangs her head out the window, her long ears streaming back. I always park at th…

Las Vegas Tragedy

October 2017 Las Vegas TragedyI am proud to be a lifetime NRA member. And it blows my mind that there are those who think that we need more laws to prevent what happened in Las Vegas a couple of days ago. I'd like them to tell me specifically what law they would enact that would have prevented Paddock from doing what he did. And they can't! Because there is no way it could have been prevented. Laws don't stop people like him! I hope they do a complete and thorough autopsy on him to see if he was dying or suffering from some condition. It will be interesting to find out what we are told was his reason!
Anyhoo... I have a Concealed Carry permit and am proud to say that I can defend myself! I firmly believe that there should be gun safety classes taught in schools so that children become aware that a gun is not inherently bad in and of itself. I also think that teachers and custodians and other school workers should all be allowed to carry guns.

Clothing Memories

I happen to have my christening dress. It's white satin and there is also a little lacy bonnet with pink ribbons, and a matching pair of tiny white satin shoes. I also have a white knitted blanket. I suppose I could look for a doll that size to put it on... My mom and my sisters always put dresses on me. I can remember wanting them to tie the ties in back as tight as they could. The one I wore for my 1st grade picture was navy blue rayon with white lace trim. I had dressed myself and I "borrowed" my sister's elaborate rhinestone necklace. It was proof that yes, a first-grader can be "overdressed"! In elementary school, all the girls were required to wear dresses, even in the wintertime. But we were allowed to bring along a pair of slacks that we could put on under our dresses to keep our legs warm during recess. Once, a boy in my class needed to borrow someone's slacks either because he got his pants too wet to wear at recess, or he had a little "acc…

Bee's Knees

September 2017
Tomorrow it will be 6 weeks since I had my left knee replaced with one made of Carbon Chrome! I've discovered the following things: Physical Therapy hurts like hell... but it makes you feel better in the long run. Opioids like oxycodone and tramadol mess with your head!!! (I'm off them now, thank goodness). Getting to sleep the whole night through is a stellar achievement! Sympathy from others does help.
Who knew so many people have had knees done!