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The Joke’s on Moi !

December 26, 2009 · 1 Comment

#1 ~ So, I’m looking through a bin of CD’s while I’m waiting on the check-out line.  They’re older releases and only $3.00 each – what the heck.  Most of them sounded familiar, some I’ve seen, but it took me a while to realize why I’d never heard of,  “Security Device Enclosed”  Duh.  (12/2009)

 #2 ~ I’m in the elevator with a male co-worker and he says, “I have to tell you, that I like what you’re doing to your hair nowadays.”  I preen up, say thanks, and he continues, “Yeah, I want my wife to stop dying her hair and let it go gray, but she says it makes her look old.  But, you look good – old.”     (12/2009)

Probably more to come – duh.

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Antiquing ~ the ultimate recyling experience.

September 27, 2009 · 1 Comment

As I got into the car  with friends Patsy and Lena, I told hubby we’d be gone all day, “antiquing.”  “Painting furniture?” he said, squinting at me in concentration.   Closing the car door and buckling up, I sighed back, “No, I only wish it were that easy.”

I’ve never been a saver  – but as I’ve gotten older, I’m pretty sure I’m catching the antiquing bug since my friends no longer have to twist my arm to go along on these all day excursions.  Then, when I realized I was also being ecologically and politically correct, I justified the whole thing,  also considering that sooner or later, we’d have to stop to eat.

Poking around  antique stores and malls, hitting the flea markets and yard sales has to be the ultimate recycling experience.  Whether it’s primitive, Victorian, or art deco, why buy something new, when the almost new will do? You can find something you’ve always wanted, never wanted, always needed or never needed, or skip to the end and resell it for a profit on eBay. 

We drove  to one of the towns that have morphed themselves into an antique village , avenues of storefronts; some are individual Anti-Qute Shoppes, some  have become mazes of unique home-made booths; others are forsaken Sears and J. C. Penny stores, re-habbed into rabbit warrens of trash and treasures, from the basement up to the second and third floors. 

Patsy was thrilled  to find some Swanky Swigs   in the first shop we hit.  She remembers these little glasses from the ‘50’s holding Kraft cheese spread, then recycling them into juice glasses – see, nothing’s really new.  Is it too late to start hoarding aerosol cheese cans?

I can’t tell the difference  between cut, pressed, Fenton, or Fostoria, but Lena quickly spotted her collectible Marigold  Carnival  glass three aisles over. 

Lena keeps this stuff  in an eight-sided glass curio cabinet under halogen lights in her living room,  where I’m sure it doubles as a night-light / security system for her entire house.  (more…)

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Lightning bugs make me teary-eyed.

June 14, 2009 · 4 Comments

Careful - this might get  gets maudlin. 

The lightning bugs came out this week.

I saw my first firefly  of the season this week and stopped in my tracks.  I froze like a statue, stood and stared for an instant at that tiny light, mysteriously suspended above the sidewalk before my brain recognized it.  A split-second later, in some enigmatic way, memories of summers past, heralded by lightning bugs, flooded my mind.

Back in the day  - my day of fifty years ago – right before it got really dark, kids would run around trying to catch those little glowing, flying bugs, to capture and keep in glass jars, hoping, that if you got enough of them, they’d light up your room, and you’d fall asleep starring at the flashing lights coming from a jar full of bugs.     

At the first  lightning bug sighting of summer, I’d ask for an empty jar, glass in those days, and if it wasn’t empty, I’d unabashedly beg my mom to empty it, please - usually a mayonnaise jar, wasn’t it?  She always did.  

Then I’d find  my dad who would hammer a million holes in the jar top with a nail we hoped would be narrow enough to let the air in but not let the bugs out. It always worked.

If I were  lucky, I’d catch three or four lightning bugs, put them on my nightstand, in their new glass home I had filled with dirt and grass, and I’d fall asleep trying to count the flashes.  I always did.

Today,  childhood friends and neighbors are far away or passed on.  Mom and dad are both gone too.  A week goes by in the blink of an eye, summers seem longer, but years are shorter.  The worries of the world, our country,  the economy,  my age, health, and retirement all make for a restless sleep. 

Fireflies  on my nightstand couldn’t hurt.

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Mall Maze !

May 11, 2009 · Leave a Comment

Patsy and I  had been driving around in circles for about 10 minutes looking for Flora’s Garden Center.  We knew it was someplace around here, behind one of those duded-up strip malls, but everything looked so much alike, we wound up driving in, around, and out again with no luck.

We finally stopped  at a Starbuck’s, got pointed in the right direction and fortified with two Caramel Macchiato’s, ten minutes later we were picking out perennials.

We decided  that the problem is those new, within the last 5 or 10 years anyway, strip malls – ahem, shopping centers – they all look alike.  I mean really alike – like exactly alike.   

Thanks to Google Image Search – I’ll make my case. 

You know, the ones that are 90 degree angles of sidewalk slabs; a big, faux two-story anchor store at the angle, with a white, trying-to-be-pediments above the non-existent second floors, and perpendicular wings lined with smaller stores enclosing the parking lot.  A curved angle helps but still…

Sometimes  the angled slabs are grouped together like zigzags, which is very confusing, because with only the narrowest of breaks between each block, unless you memorize your anchor store, you’re screwed. 

 Oh,  every one in a while, there are multiple anchored blocks; if there are three anchor stores, it’s one on each end and another in the middle; or with two anchors   it’s just one on each end.  Big whoop !

Between Astilbe’s  and Macchiato’s, Pats’ and I, suddenly realized how formulaic this device is and it was a shock to us both to admit, how boring it’s become.

A few years ago,  I guess we saw these strip malls, excuse me again – shopping centers – as upscale and I’m sure they were.  But, now, at least to me, they look like another Levittown - cookie cutter, ticky tacky, all the same architectural design style, and in most cases, all the same franchised stores, shops, restaurants, and movie theaters.  Ugh.

I remember  when mall’s were one, maybe two story’s high, with two or three anchor stores, with local and national shops lining both sides of a wide, interior aisle between the anchors.  They were definitely smaller and probably a little friendlier – or is it just me?   Have I become jaded?

Speaking of gems - how’s this for your local mall.

Two story malls  sometimes had a parking garage attached.  Between the lots and the garages, I don’t remember how many times I lost my car, but I only reported it once. 

Then there were strip malls -   a series of individual shops, some local – some national,  in a straight line right on the main drag, just a little ways out of town.  You walked in and out of each shop, the customers parked in the front, and the strippers parked in the back.   (uh-uh  – yes they did !)

Now let’s go back- way back to the 50’s & 60’s – to town squares and main streets lined with shops.  To towns like Bedford Falls in It’s A Wonderful Life.  Yep – we now have those too – shopping centers laid out like town squares and if it’s snowing and you’re squinting – it looks just like the fake movie village it’s designed to resemble – no?

I don’t know  what’s next – but I don’t have to worry about it for a while,  ’cause I bought those perennials – remember?

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I can read – almost !

February 23, 2009 · 4 Comments

Oh, I can read  all right  – but I don’t know how many times I’ve suddenly said, “When did that happen?” when I’m reading a murder mystery.

Then I  have to go back  a page or two and there it is, as plain as the nose on your face, and I’ve skipped right over it. 

I mean,  I remember it was a woman in a red dress that unexpectedly appeared, but that she was the one who fired the gun never makes the trip to my brain. 

I don’t know  if it’s my estrogen decreasing, or my testosterone on the rise, (is that what happens?), or maybe my cognitive ability is diminishing, (booze really does kill brains cells), but as I’m growing older, I find that I’m having more and more difficulty comprehending what I’m reading. 

Seriously,  I have to read and reread even the simplest of directives. 

Surprisingly,  I don’t have any trouble with maps, maybe because they’re visual, with pretty colors and all, but the printed out directions on how to get from here to there are often a muddle to me.  Where just the road/street directions once worked – now I go for the aerial view. 

So,  why doesn’t everyone  paint their address numbers on their rooftops – that’d be really helpful.

As far as cooking,  on the back  of sauce packet, is it one cup of milk and ¼ cup of butter, or 1 cup of butter and ¼ cup of milk?  Not that it would make much difference, but…

With this  blogging stuff, if I want to change something, or if Word Press does, I swear I hear blog support groaning and asking each other, “Didn’t we just email her that?”

Yes, they may have  – but then there’s that other problem of trying to remember whatever it was I was trying to do in the first place.  Ugh!

Right ?

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