Monday, July 16, 2018

Historical, Hysterical Monument!

I've been historically oriented since childhood, interested in old houses and places where things happened long ago. That's why I want to read what's on an old memorial whenever I see one!
So when I spotted this monument while driving away from a friend's remote homestead, my husband patiently stopped the truck so I could see what it was all about. 
I actually ran to it, excited to uncover information that would plunge my imagination into the past.

Breathless, I read: "On this site in 1897, nothing happened."
I burst out laughing at this modern-day spoof of a time-honored old western tradition.
How many days do we feel as if "nothing" happened?
Do you like to make things happen?
Or do you prefer to read about things happening?

Monday, July 9, 2018

Yet Another Patriotic Car!

I am delightfully amazed at all the different ways people show their patriotism. I spotted this sparkly car at the post office a week or two ago.
I was a little concerned about taking the front view picture because there was a person in the driver's seat, but I tucked myself into the shadowy building and zoomed in and, voila! A bright sunspot obscured the person's face, so I didn't need to get a signed release to post the picture!

  It made me smile!
What makes you smile? 

Monday, July 2, 2018

Boys Without A Door, But With A Flag

I was in the WalMart parking lot in May 2018 when I noticed a car without a door. My first thought was that I hoped it had a secure seatbelt. My second thought was, "Why are those two young men taping a flag to their antennae?"
So I asked them both questions.
First of all, they were AWOL from school, since "There wasn't much to do."
I remembered late May at my own Utah high school, and had to agree that there wasn't much readin' writin' or 'rithmetic going on at that time.
In the minds of these two friends, who prefer not to be named (would the principal really come after you now, in the SUMMER?) it was more worthwhile to get an American flag for their ride. They each had a grandpa or great grandpa who fought and even died in U.S. wars. So the flag meant something personal to them.
As for the door?
It fell off.
They planned a near-future junkyard excursion to find and attach a replacement.
I have not often found youth who have such appreciation for the American flag.
I salute you, unknown young men, for carrying on the legacy of patriotism.
And for fastening your seat belts really tight.

Monday, June 25, 2018

New York, No Fork, Mouth Open...uh...by the Ocean!

 (Hey, at least the title rhymes!)
My grandson (well, one of them...I've got four of the handsome little mugwumps!) got to go to New York with his high school drama team. When I wanted to commemorate his return with a picture of him behind the miniature Statue of Liberty he brought back, he obliged... with big bites of bread and chewing like a train wreck!




(Okay, I admit that a couple of weeks ago, I showed my chewed food "train wreck" to Bob, but he asked for it! No, he didn't say, "Show me what you're chewing," he just made an unsolicited food comment, which is as good as a train wreck request. So I have to entertain the possibility that my grandson comes by it honestly.) 
I had my own New York adventure as a six-year-old when I got lost at the New York World's Fair. A policeman took me to the Lost and Found with umbrellas, strollers, jackets, and one other kid whose parents came to collect him a couple of minutes after I arrived.
lt seemed like I waited for hours, definitely long enough to drink a glass of milk and eat a peanut butter and jelly sandwich provided by the two ladies behind the counter. (I must have chewed with my mouth open, a la previously mentioned grandson, since I ended up with peanut butter and jelly blobs on my "I rode the monorail" sticker on my shirt.) There was enough time left after eating to wonder where I'd sleep if my family didn't claim me before nightfall. I thought I was too big for the strollers, and wasn't sure there were enough jackets to make a mattress my size.
But, voila! I was eventually claimed by my family, and rode home coloring in a coloring book until I got car sick.
(Ever since then, the smell of crayons has not been my favorite.)
What memorable trip(s) have you taken?

Friday, June 22, 2018

Julie Wright and Traci Hunter Abramson

A month or so ago, I ran into some good company! Traci Hunter Abramson (on the left...my right) and Julie Wright (on the right...my left) and me in the middle!
It was such a refreshing boost to hang out with author friends! There's no better energy.
I want to do it again!
Who do you like to hang out with?

Monday, June 18, 2018

Call It What It Is... but make it nice!

During a recent public gathering occasion I attended, I needed to powder my nose.
(In case you don't recognize the phrase, that's 19th Century Polite Lady reference for going to the bathroom.)
Anyone who knows me knows porta-potties are not my favorite way to powder my nose, but this one made me smile. 

 That's not the one I used, though. Instead, I opted for the clean white one, subconsciously thinking it might smell better.
It was STILL a porta-potty, but it didn't smell too badly, and to my surprise, it came with (ta-da!)
A flower on the counter.
That just made the powder blend perfectly on my nose.
What do you think of porta-potties? 

Monday, June 11, 2018

Dressing up the dog.

Recently, we were lucky enough to watch our granddaughter at our house.
A movie only worked for so long, as did my box of moon sand and a frozen pineapple smoothie. She moved on to some of my fabric scraps and created some dress-up clothes for herself. But when I opened the gate in anticipation of her parents' arrival, and brought the dog in so she wouldn't escape through the open gate, our granddaughter had a new idea.
Dress up the dog!
I can't say whether Bibs was so compliant because that's her personality, or if it's because she's so old. (She's 13 or 14. I forget.)
 (NOW who's so old?!)
After awhile, Bibs did her please-let-me-out pose, but she didn't get her wish until Mom and Dad arrived. 
Are you the kind of kid who tied a baby bonnet on your pet's head before wheeling it around in a baby carriage?


Historical, Hysterical Monument!

I've been historically oriented since childhood, interested in old houses and places where things happened long ago. That's why I w...