When Glue Gets Unstuck

I needed some super glue, so I got it from my craft basket, twisted off the lid, and squeezed it. But it WOULDN'T COME OUT.

So I squeezed harder.

Didn't work.

I squeezed EVEN HARDER.

Still stuck.

It was a lost cause. The tip was glued shut. I had to throw it away, but because I didn't have a replacement, I gave it one final squeeze of frustration.

AND, TA-DA! IT CAME UNSTUCK!

Who knew that super glue should be treated as a loaded gun? It should only be aimed at an intended target.

(That would certainly not be my laptop.)

Happily, I got the glue cleaned off right after snapping this all-important learn-from-my-mistakes photo for your viewing pleasure.

Have you had any super glue mishaps?

What happened?

What Made the Leaf Bench?

When I went to my grandson's band concert, the middle school doors were locked. Fifteen minutes didn't seem too early before the music was to start, so those of us clustered around the doors figured that someone with a key either left it home or in their pocket and forgot about it. 

No matter.

I found something fascinating.

These leaves on a bench wouldn't brush off. Had they been drawn on with marker? Had some wildlife artist printed them on as part of a botany learning program? Were they part of the original bench decor?

But no... 

Interestingly enough, the section of bench beneath the tree branches was marked with leaves, while the part exposed to sunlight was plain.

There was even one whole bench free of any shade above it that had no leaf shapes at all.

I didn't check with plant experts, but to my way of thinking, the leaves that fluttered down to the pink bench left their mark before rotting away.

It's like writing books! Even after authors die, their words are left behind for others to see.

What is it that you want to be known for?

Mallory Salad

On a delightful trip to the park with a couple of my granddaughters, we stopped at an old abandoned ticket booth and pretended it was our house. We decided where each of us would sleep, lamented the lack of a bathroom, and talked about the problem of no reliable kitchen utensils.

Well, if we're going to live there, we need to eat, don't we?

Mallory had a solution. "What do you want to eat, Grammy?"

After a moment's thought, I said, "Salad!" So Mallory cheerfully provided a leafy salad full of the colors recommended for optimal health. 

It was quite attractive, and looked delicious even without dressing. To test her culinary skills, and because I like them, I added, "With nuts."

A quick dip behind the counter, then a reappearance and a single fling of a handful of hard little pebbles added the requested ingredient to my imaginary salad.

Very clever of her, if I do say so as her ever-lovin' Grammy.

Did you like to pretend when you were a child?

Do you still like to?

An Old TV Show...and a snack!

Once upon a time, there was a weekly TV show called "Hogan's Heroes."

In the town where I was born, a charming little shop sells hero (or submarine) sandwiches called "Logan's Heroes."

Can you guess the name of the town where I was born?

(If you guessed "Logan," you are the winner of the world!)

There are many names for a sandwich made with cold cuts, cheese, and vegetables on a long bun.
What do you call it?

Do you like them?

Who's This?

Who is this person?

What if I told you it's my grandma? 

See the similar hair color to mine? 

The engaging expression on her face?

The food on the table in front of her?

Well, it's not my grandma. 

I saw this in Washington, DC at the Smithsonian American Art Museum. It's so realistic, I was motivated to take pictures, even though a part of me couldn't help wondering if she'd glance up at me with an annoyed frown and ask, "Whad'r you lookin" at?"

Were you surprised to find out that this is a statue?