Every year I feel the time flies so fast, but, that doesn’t stop the next year from passing even faster. Do you remember when Christmas day just wouldn’t come! You waited and waited, watched shopping happen, cookies baked, nut and date breads start to stack up. In our case, we would be getting ready for the annual trip to St. Louis, to Grandma’s house. So, I guess I could say ‘over the river and through the woods’ was real in my life.
All this preparation and travel never seemed to rush the big day. Where as, today I am struggling to come up with the idea for the last grandchild’s Christmas present and getting nervous about the preparation for the Fall craft shows. And it is not even Labor Day yet.
I move slower and think slower and these two things add up to starting earlier to accomplish the same things I used to get done after Thanksgiving. You see for me Thanksgiving is a really important holiday, but not for the retail world, for there are no special clothes, or special gifts or even TV specials attached to the holiday. Just the thought of family and good smells in the kitchen none of which generates a dime, but for the food industry.
We don’t even have our family get together on the Thursday, to save our children and grandchildren from having 5 meals in one short day With everyone trekking to a different home to eat, the wonderful ‘leftover’ experience doesn’t happen, so we have our Thanksgiving the weekend after. That way no one is rushed to eat meal after meal in one day and we get the wonderful feeling of leftovers only brand new.
All of this to say, I am sitting at the computer this morning in August searching the internet for that one last grandchild’s gift. And feeling less than Christmas, perhaps some ‘White Christmas’ or ‘Jingle Bells’ would help put me in the mood. And, just as I sit here to tell my little ‘time flies’ story, the morning is flying by.
Tilly signing off and hoping this finds you happy and healthy,
See I have been busy, and cool in the basement, I may not come out till Fall
Hope this finds you all happy and healthy,
I have not even been thinking or dreaming that much since this started, but am itching to get back into the groove. Not that this is a monotonous routine, but a good routine, to really clears the little gray cells of thoughts that keep swirling around (some from years ago).
I guess this could be titled a potpourri of gray cell clutter. I have been disgruntled recently with several things that have been happening over and over till I feel the need to declutter.
I try on the social networks to keep a fun, newsy, sharing. Family photos, connecting with friends and extended family, who have been removed from me and now we are joined and are catching up with their lives. Sharing the good things to brighten each day and sharing the painful things, hoping to lighten someone’s load.
What I keep finding are some young people preaching to me, oh you know, by me I am referring to the unwashed elderly, 60′s, 70′s, 80′s and (God bless you Mom) 90′s. Imparting their worldly, educated and just plain fresh way to think and behave. Even our own President has been apologetic, to the rest of the world for our resistance to be less like a republic and more like ‘them’ the new world order. (have I heard that before?) As I see it we (and them) are all in a world of ‘give me’. What really worries me is that I perceive them seeing perfection elsewhere and I will just be in tears when they find out there is no perfection. I see them in the streets wanting the heads of the rich, and then see them marching for good jobs at grand businesses, created by the wealthy and screaming at the demise of the arts, notoriously supported by the wealthier in our society. I see them stomping on religions of all sorts, but see them chanting for the food pantries, housing for the poor, support for the addicted and nursing of the poor. Are we, the elderly unwashed, to blame? Did we not do our job teaching history, instilling the widespread good of the faith we practiced. And, most of all did we fail in the lesson of respect of those older folk, who have lived through much more than they can comprehend?
Now I have for the most part lived by the old quote: Francois Guisot, a French monarchist statesman:stated:
“Not to be a republican at twenty is proof of want of heart; to be one at thirty is proof of want of head.”
This is also stated that variations on this quotation:
If you are not a liberal at twenty, you have no heart and if you are not conservative at thirty, you have no brain.
were later attributed to Disraeli, Shaw, Churchill, and Bertrand Russell.
I feel I have every right to feel this way, but do not force others to follow me, or belittle them if they do not. Nor do I feel others have the right to hush my thoughts because they are not theirs. And, I hope I have never hushed anyone explaining their thoughts
One sweet young thing keeps shouting about congress fiddling with her uterus. Now, I do have to admit, I have no idea how they do that, must be some kinky thing I choose not to get involved in. Just last evening I was informed that ‘some people are gay, get over it’. Well this made me joyful, for my dear friend, Gay Smith, has been affirmed. I am sure she is also happy to hear this news. I myself have spent a lifetime striving to be gay. It is not easy some days, but I have always felt it was a good thing to wake up each day and try to be bright, pleasant and promote a feeling of good cheer. Oh, post script, if they want me to know there are homosexuals, well all I can say is ‘I knew that’!!! And if they are just finding out, they are not as worldly or educated as they think they are.
Another clearing of the rattling in my brain is the insistence of those in charge, to bend what is correct, that is, to change what is correct to satisfy those who can’t accept the correct. Don’t you know ‘ain’t’ is incorrect? But, you can find it in the dictionary. Don’t you know ‘snuck’ in incorrect? If you look in the dictinary, sneak is conjugated sneak, sneaked/snuck , sneaked/snuck, sneaks, sneaking. I have to laugh, why not take it all the way and have a backslash snucks and snucking?? Oh, I have a list, but this has given me the ease I have been looking for.
I believe I will have a good night sleep, my mind is a bit uncluttered now and I am only praying that, not a soul has been personally offended by my personal thoughts being written. I don’t wish to hurt only unburden myself in the least offensive way. I can now go back to the social sites and continue striving to be gay!!!
Tilly signing off and hoping this finds you all healthy and happy!
No chance to give up, they wanted to see me and to get to the office right away. After just a few questions and a caution to stop itching the awfully painful, but awfully itchy scalp and eye, or they would put little baby mitts on me, Ha ha ha ha. (At least I think they were joking) I was told it was Shingles, and it was a rather nasty case.
Now don’t you all feel very sorry for this old ‘sad sack’? I am really, really blessed that I have it and not my husband, he has a bit of difficulty coping with ‘dis’ ‘ease’ of any kind.
Being very serious, right now. I would suggest to any of you who had chicken pox as a youngster and have access to Shingles vaccination, GET IT!!! My doctor was very concerned and I am still to watch for any vision change. Beside the headaches, pain and itching, if it is around the eye there is a problem loosing your sight. I want to take no chance, I have been gifted with sight and there is so very much beauty, I don’t want to miss.
Quasimodo (Tilly) signing off for now and I hope this finds you all healthy and happy!!!
Now for the subject of the evening. I just have to laugh, over and over. I also have to really research the word cliche. From Cliche Finder I got: A cliche is not just something that lots of people say; It’s something that lots of people say and it conveys some sort of idea or message. A cliche is, in other words, a metaphor characterized by its overuse.
Ladies, can I just say, my husband returned from his 50th high school reunion sat in a chair and started to watch TV.
I asked, what did they have for your dinner? His reply, fish beef and potatoes.
I asked, were there a lot of classmates there? He replied, yes.
I asked, did you have a good time? He replied, yes.
I asked, did they take a class picture? He replied, yes.
I decided, since I don’t have the credentials to be a dentist, I would stop asking questions, before being arrested for pulling teeth without a licence.
Another giggle comes from the ability to read a line or two of a note or email and assume they have captured the thought. Then comes a question, back at you, that you covered in line 4 or 5. How much of a giveaway is that, that the whole note was not really read?
Now I am not saying this is just a male thing, but it sure is prominent in that sex. And the art of conversation is just as the poor old dinosaur, extinct. I was so happy to learn to play donino’s this summer, because it is something you can play and there doesn’t need to have a word spoken. My husband and I can be doing something together, without his having to listen to the spoken word.
I believe bloggers started blogging because they miss conversation. Do you remember conversation? That thing where you start off with a thought and expect others to join in verbally, expanding on or adding to the thought. This often leads to more verbal exchange as the thought expands or leads you in another thought direction.
Some are so developed in the art of conversation that you used to hope for one or two being included at your party or dinner table. I was blessed with an Aunt and Uncle who were masters of the art of conversation. They were often split up at dinners so they could be used at different tables to do that very thing. They would come up with thoughts appropriate with the place and people they were surrounded by. They were so artful they were able to draw others in the exchange and before you knew it, everyone was enjoying conversation. Unlike myself they were masters of the art, that is, they knew exactly when to stop talking and allow another to take the spotlight and would only become actively involved if the conversation started to taper off.
That is the art.
The only real conversation I seem to be a part of now is with a few grandchildren, who don’t know it is cool to be the silent James Dean type. Or even worse, strictly converse in song lyrics that can’t be understood by anyone over the age of 50. They just love to have you listen to their stories and don’t need food or drink to encourage exchange.
I will keep you posted about my mysterious disease, till then, I hope this finds you all happy and healthy!
I must apologize to all who have suffered headaches, I have never considered this to be a real problem. I just figured you take an aspirin, take a nap and bingo, you are well and off to live your life. All wrong and I am sorry as I can be. Between the aspirin, nap, aspirin and nap, this little puddle, just stays and stays.
It seems to interfere with life from morning to night, from thinking straight to doing anything and everything. I have been excited about a new diet, to rid myself of, oh, several hundred pounds. I have been excited to put out much work this summer to get ready for the craft fairs this fall. I have been excited about learning more about this blog stuff and I have been excited about starting some Youtube videos with my new camera. As excited as I was, this little 24/7 headache has really put a large puddle in the way.
Do you see what I mean about puddles? It is not that it is a bridge to cross, a new phase in my life, it is just a glitch in the stage you are in right now.
I just felt the need to let you sufferers know how sorry I am that I didn’t realize the debilitating affects of this constant visitor. Never having had a headache before, I just didn’t realize!!!
I hope this finds you all healthy and happy!
We did our best to try to avoid the big cities, including our own, during rush hour traffic, thus the 5 AM start. Things were going swimmingly, till the mountains in Tennessee. My ears were so painful and popping, I was really uncomfortable. There is no pulling over to recover with trucks to the left and trucks to the right. Before long we were on our way down and the pressure in my ears was letting up. What a blessing.
We were still on our time schedule, oh happy day!, or maybe not. At Chattanooga, Tennessee we came to a standstill. Still having trucks to the left and trucks to the right, all of us standing still. After about thirty minutes, we inched our way to an over the highway sign stating ‘a delay for the next 3 miles’. All told, it was a whopping 3+ hours to travel 7 miles. A little grumpy, we felt ashamed of ourselves when we came to a bent road guard rail, then a large part of the highway covered with sand and soon the remains of a tractor trailer truck, bent side way, as though it had rolled over a few times. Again, what a blessing we were safe and sound.
As we rejoiced in our good fortune and started getting back to normal speed, the car started surging forward, on it’s own. It was much like we had cruse control on, but we didn’t have it on. At the same time it started to rain just a ‘tad’. Now mind you, we are still pretty well bunched up in traffic, with trucks to our left and trucks to our right. The ‘tad’ of rain turned into rain drops the size of paper plates and started blowing sideways all the while we would have a little surge on and off. Very soon the hail started, about the size of gumballs. That would be surge, rain, hail and surge again.
Not long after, and approaching Atlanta, Georgia, at a time we thought would now be after heavy rush hour traffic, our check engine light came on. May I also add that the ‘after work’ rush hour in Atlanta, lasts much longer than the 6 PM drop off in most other cities.
Not knowing how much longer we had before the car just ‘up and died’ we stopped for the night in Morrow, GA. With my handy dandy Kindle, (thank you children!!) after getting to our room, started searching for a dealer or auto shop close. After a good meal and a good night sleep, we had a little breakfast and started off to the Auto Zone only to find out a car as old as ours can’t be put on the computer that detects problems.
My poor husband came out and broke the news, then lifted the lid, checked all the fluid, radiator, and belts he could get to with out any tools. He found nothing, got into the car, turned it on while we tried to figure where to go from here, low and behold the check engine light was out. We decided it was something jarred loose and as he checked things, it got jarred back into place. What a blessing.
We took off for The Villages and sailed along till we entered the state of Florida, just crossing the state line must have triggered the check engine, the car started to surge again and the light was a brilliant shade of yellow. I can’t begin to tell you how poorly I deal with stress. We text our children to start praying. We couldn’t see any way but just press on and pray we made it to Di and VJ’s home. We surged and drove and surged and drove, counting down the exit #’s to our destination. What a praise when we pulled into their drive way. A dealer was found and the guys took off to have the car looked at.
Big bad stuff was wrong with the car, but we were treated like a king and queen our whole time there. We learned to play domino’s, the train and the chicken foot. We played most evenings on the Lanai, that is the back porch in Florida. We got to swim, go for golf cart rides in the charming town squares,
went shopping and had both great home cooked meals and really good meals out. A great bar-b-q dinner one evening and one afternoon we dropped the fellows off to fish and headed for a charming English tea room. The menu seemed very authentic with a high tea for two, bangers and mash, scones and clotted cream and multiple types of tea to choose. There were ‘pasties’ and different meat pies. I could have gone there 30 days in a row and ordered something different each day, wow what a fun time.
We watched while the Florida coast was hit by hurricane Beryl, we were safe and cozy in central Florida, what a blessing. We did get a little rain, but that just meant more domino time.
Our cousins are Frogs, that is a year round resident, a Snow Bird is a winter resident who travels north in the summer and we are Snowflakes, who just visit for a very short time each year. When we win lotto we will definitely be, at least Snow Birds. I had the best time at the pool listening to all the neighbors and all their plans. One lady having to find a water zumba class that wouldn’t interfere with knitting class, and golfers scheduling tee times that wouldn’t interfere with their scrapbook crop, guys coordinating their dragon boat practice with their tee times and their WWII class with their chess matches. All the while factoring in the weeks gone on a cruise or junket or trip to visit their children. There is setting up neighbor plant watering schedules while away and keeping track of plants you promised to water while a neighbor is away, oh my. Come to think of it, it may be more work than I am willing to tackle. I can think of about 15 classes and clubs I would love to be a part of and that is not including the block parties that seem to be weekly if not more often. Coming up with a yummy dish to carry in to a block party every week, through the whole year can be a little daunting.
I thought in retirement you would have a chance to slow down, not the case in The Villages. These people are at least as busy as when they were employed outside the home. And would you believe they all have a smile on their faces all the time. What a blessing!!!
Hope this post finds you all healthy and happy.
There are 2 town centers. In the evening there is something going on in each center. You have to make another choice as to which one you would like to spend your evening. A club may be showing their work at one square and big band music may be going on at the other. There may be a huge craft fair or a display of souped up golf carts.
Clubs, yes, clubs for residents from every state in the union and every country outside the US, clubs for sewing, crafting, golf cart owners, so much more I could not even attempt to explain!!
I could go on for hours, but would rather pack for our trip. Will take more photos and share, when we get back.
Bye for now, may this post find you happy and healthy!
I was entered in the Little Miss Pumpkin Show contest, in Circleville, Ohio, and I won! I remember very little about the whole process. The Pumpkin Show was a really big deal. And, I understand it is even bigger now than I can even fathom.
Remember the explanation of Circleville, in my minds eye. Main Street and Court Street were my world. My world was closed off once a year, and filled with the most extraordinary rides, with lights I could see from my parents bedroom window. Booth after booth of games and goodies, all home made, being sold by every scout, 4-H, church and philanthropic organization in and around Pickaway County. At the corner of Main and Court Streets was always a very large patch of the biggest and the best pumpkins, gourds and other fall wonders.
The highlight for all the young women and mothers of young girls was the Miss Pumpkin and Little Miss Pumpkin Show contest. All dressed up and with big smiles, we were marched before a distinguished panel of judges, for their determination of the winners.
The previous year’s Little Miss and myself with Mr Jack Buck. Mr Buck was ‘the’ radio personality out of Columbus, Ohio. And, for those of you who don’t live in the Midwest
moved to St. Louis, KMOX radio and went on to be the voice of the St. Louis Cardinals.
Back then, I was still listening to the Kate Smith Show, The Shadow, Gunsmoke, Our Miss Brooks and lots more, so Mr Buck was well known to my parents because they listened to grownup radio.
When the album came out of the mothballs, and my children got to look at the photo’s do you know what startled them the most?? No, not that their mom was a Little Miss, no, not that she got to sit on the lap of Mr Jack Buck, let me show you:
Again, I guess I just was not as impressed by the whole thing, not like I would have been if I were a teen, and truly understood what an honor it was to represent the festivities. I only know I must been in 2 parades a day for 3 days. This was not a hard thing for me, we could walk to the parade starting area and could walk from the end site and in between I just sat and smiled and waved. The same could not be said for my poor Mother.
Do note the gloves. Now every young lady wore gloves, the only problem was that I only owned one pair. In order for them to be snow white for both parades, my Mom would grab the gloves off my hands as soon as the float stopped and would run home, scrub them in the sink and put them in the oven to be ready for the next parade. Just no time to put them out on the line to dry, they wouldn’t be ready for the evening parade.
I am so used to the dryer that this makes me laugh inside myself now, but I dare not let Mom know, she still remembers ‘the frantic glove bake’. You know if you are not careful and don’t watch close, you could end up with burnt gloves. That would have been a disgrace, she guarded against that with all her might.
I do remember the float, it was so big and beautiful. I do remember thinking, everyday, how did I win this, with a beautiful blonde curly haired girl next to me, that in my mind looked just like Sonja Henie, why did she not win? Never figured that one out.
Can you believe my little Court Street and Main Street? Oh, my goodness, can you even understand what happened to my world once a year? Life couldn’t be any better. There were pumpkin burgers, pumpkin bread, pumpkin ice cream and the largest pumpkin pie, baked by the town bakery and placed in the window of the bakery till the last day.
There were many winners, everything from canned fruits and vegetables, baked goods, pickles, preserves, plants and flowers. My best friend just won the blue ribbon for her perfect dahlia, I believe it was. Elaine forgive me, if it was not a dahlia. But do look at what I did find. Elaine has twin older sisters and they won a sewing competition where they sewed a 10 piece outfit including dress and coat and would go on to the Ohio State Fair. Most of my children haven’t a clue how to hem a dress. At least that is what they tell me when they deliver their sewing chores.
There were baby parade’s and the prettiest baby was chosen, the best decorated bike, the best of everything is honored each year. If you can imagine Christmas, Easter and 4th of July all rolled into one it would be The Pumpkin Show. The time when my little town turned into the largest, brightest town on the face of my earth.