My words: Oktoberfest ~ Pretzel ~ Schlager ~ Munich ~ Fairground ~ Barrel were sent to me, via Karen, from my good friend, Tamara! Thank you, my friend!
Friday, September 16, 2022
Uh-Oh.
Thursday, September 15, 2022
Phatherly Phone Phun
My 'Creative Parenting 101' Professor |
Most of the time.
One ignored my father at one's own risk.
Let me tell you about it . . .
I had a boyfriend.
It was a new and exciting experience for me.
We would say good-bye at the school bus stop, get on our respective buses and head for home.
Fifty minutes later, we would be on the phone.
Talking.
For hours.
Literally.
I should point out here that, in the 1960s, we had one phone line to the ranch.
And, because we were ultra-modern and progressive, two phones on that line.
One in the kitchen.
And one in my parents bedroom.
The epitome of modern convenience.
Back to my story . . .
I don't know what we found to talk about. But talk, we did. Until one or both of us was tagged for chores.
Or supper was announced.
Or our parents got annoyed.
My Mom was usually quite predictable, saying such things as, “Diane! Get off the phone! You've been on there for an hour!”
To which I would comply.
Eventually.
And under protest.
My Dad was a little more creative.
He would walk in the door, see me there on the phone, note the time, and leave the room.
That was my cue.
And my only warning.
I had seconds to say my good-byes.
Because Dad wanted me off the phone. And I wasn't going to like his methods.
They were . . . effective.
He would simply walk into his bedroom and turn on the radio.
Loudly.
Then take the phone receiver and lay it down beside said radio.
If I hadn't already ended my conversation, I did so then.
With a shouted good-bye and
Mission accomplished.
Simply and elegantly, without a word being spoken.
Genius.
Wednesday, September 14, 2022
Beauty in the Eyes Of...
Our family was watching ET. Again.
Okay, he's cute! |
Tuesday, September 13, 2022
Here and Hereafter
With the death of my beloved Queen this week, my feelings are quite tender and my thoughts about the hereafter on my mind...
Mom |
Monday, September 12, 2022
Shaken
There are so many treats out there,
All glorious and made with flair,
There’s candies, hard, and candies, soft,
And gums from which aromas waft,
Those goodies baked, don’t make me start,
Just contemplating stops my heart!
The cakes that make the ol’ mouth sing,
Some with spice and some with zing,
And pies of every size and hue,
For one to share (if you order two),
And every type of muffin, rolls,
Donuts, whole, and donut holes,
Squares and slices, loafs and knots,
Some with fillings, some with spots,
And chocolate bars to make you drool,
Mere looking’s classified as cruel…
With all these things to bite and taste,
(And most end up upon your waist!)
I must admit they tempt me not,
I guess willpower’s what I’ve got,
Don’t think of me as gifted, though,
I have a flaw that causes woe,
Though nothing tempts, from gum to cake,
What makes me crack? A CHOCOLATE SHAKE!
With poetry, we all besought
To try to make the week begin
With gentle thoughts,
Perhaps a grin?
So Karen, Charlotte, Mimi, me
Have crafted poems for you to see.
And now you’ve read what we have wrought…
Did we help?
Or did we not?
Topics for the next few weeks (with a huge thank-you to Mimi, who comes up with so many of them!)...
Chocolate Milk Shakes (September 12) Today!
Talk Like a Pirate Day (September 19)
Field Trips (September 26)
Name Your Car (October 3)
Octopus (or something squishy) (October 10)
Most Memorable Italian Meal (October 17)
Bathtubs (October 24)
Halloween -or- your favourite Knock-Knock Joke (October 31)