Sunday, December 31, 2023

Act Happy to be Happy

The first step to being happy is a smile. It’s true whether you believe it or not. I see many people throughout the day that look like they just can’t take another minute of life. Walking zombies who work, but put as little effort into enjoying their job as possible. It seems to be so prevalent that when a smiling face appears, it surprises you. 

     People react differently to a smile, than a blank stare. A smile cost nothing but it reaps great rewards for the customer and you. Everybody feels better when a smile appears. It’s uplifting for everyone and it requires very little effort. But that’s nothing compared to a laugh. When you hear someone laugh you start to smile without even thinking. A smile is pleasant but a laugh is contagious. 

     Isn’t happiness the goal for everyone? If you agree why wait for it to randomly appear. You can jump start it by putting a smile on your face every morning. At first it will seem fake but after a while it will be your go-to look. Strangers will smile back, and your day will feel brighter. There's only one downside to a smile. I caution you, be careful because smiles lead to laughter. You may find yourself talking and laughing with total strangers. Is that possible? Yes, I know it sounds crazy but it can happen.

     I wish everyone a Happy New Year and hope you smile your way through the year. Try it, I promise it doesn’t hurt.

Wednesday, December 20, 2023

Thanks and Merry Christmas

I’d like to wish everyone on my friends list a Merry Merry Christmas. Each of you has had a positive impact on my life in different ways. I don’t get to see everyone often, but I enjoy those times we get together and the post or comments you write. The world is filled with both positivity and negativity. In my life the positive things outweigh the negative, so that makes me lucky. Just know that you are one of the positive things in my life. Enjoy the holiday and thanks for bringing happiness into other peoples lives. To quote Clark Griswold.

Have a very Merry Christmas and a Hap Hap Happy New Year! . . . . Where’s the Tylenol?

Friday, December 8, 2023

Gift of a Lifteme

The little old man sat on a bench near the entrance to a fancy restaurant to meet his daughter for dinner. Every year they met at the same restaurant for his birthday dinner. An evening he looked forward to and cherished, even though they struggled to discuss their lives. It was difficult because they had different views but were the same in other ways. Both were stubborn but she was also sensitive when her dad tried to give her advice. Something he was aware of but found difficult to control. They both had similar personalities, Lottie knew this and it bothered her. Their likeness didn’t make them gel. The issues each had were a bad combination for starting a friendly conversation. 

Conrad, the old man, told himself he would not be judgmental and do his best to

keep his words light and friendly. His daughter, Charlotte, lived out of town and was always busy, but this was not uncommon for a single mother of three girls. He called her Lottie as did most people. 

It was a chilly night, but still, Conrad didn’t mind waiting outside for Lottie to

arrive. Since she was always prompt he knew she would be here in a few minutes. But that night was different, Lottie didn’t show up. Conrad eventually moved inside after an hour to wait in the warmth on a comfortable chair. He didn’t call her because she rarely answered her phone. She preferred texting, and he didn’t text. 

About a half hour passed when a police officer entered the restaurant turned

to the old man and asked. “Are you waiting for your daughter?”

“Yes, I am. Is everything okay?”

“Is your daughter Charlotte?”

“Yes, but I call her Lottie.”

“She’s doing fine, but she’s in the hospital.”

“Oh! God no. What happened?”

“Well, the baby decided to come early.”

“Baby . . . I . . I didn’t know.”

“I can take you there if you like.”

“Yes, please. Thank you very much.”

The officer drove him to the hospital and dropped him off at the main entrance.

Conrad made his way to the maternity ward, but Lottie was in labor so Conrad waited

outside her room. Everything turned out fine, although it wasn’t an easy delivery. Lottie had a new baby, a boy, her only boy. His sisters would be thrilled. They wanted a brother. 

Conrad was happy for her, but a little uncomfortable because they hadn’t been

close for a while. He didn’t want to screw this up. It was important to be there for her, but sometimes his words got jumbled up and misunderstood. 

He sat in the waiting room, trying to think of the right words to say, while going

in and out of sleep. When Conrad woke a young man was sitting next to him. The old man introduced himself.

“I’m Conrad. My daughter just had a baby.”

The man stuck out his hand. “I’m Stan. My girlfriend is here.”

“I feel so stupid. I didn’t even know my daughter was pregnant.” Conrad rubbed

his eyes.

“Sometimes men are clueless. So, don’t beat yourself up about it.”

“I only see her once a year, but I miss her every day,” Conrad continued. “We’ve

had a contentious relationship, so I don’t know what I’m expected to do or say.”

Stan leaned over. “Just say what’s in your heart. Don’t overthink it.”

Just then the doctor came out and said Lottie was ready for visitors.

They both stood and Conrad gave a puzzled look at Stan.

Stan patted him on the shoulder and said, “Happy Birthday, Conrad. Lottie is my

fiancé. Time to meet your first grandson. Now there are two Conrads in the family.”

Tuesday, November 28, 2023

Too Much Wine

When has anybody ever said, “Get some wine when you go to the store, but not too much. 

Well, my wife has occasionally said that, but she just likes to tease me. “Oh! Okay. How much is too much? I held my hands out like I was measuring a northern pike.

Apparently, two cases is the maximum monthly buy you can make in Missouri. That’s right, any more is too much, even during the holidays. I didn’t know this until yesterday, when I tried to buy thirteen bottles from an online wine club. While checking out, a message came up in red font. Things written in red are always really important.

Your state legislators say you can't have this much wine.

Shipments to this region have a per customer volume limit of 2 cases per individual per calendar month. The volume will be calculated from combined onsite and offsite sales.

Not believing what I read I pushed the buy button and my sale was rejected. I re-read the message from the Missouri legislators and still did not believe the message written in red. So I pushed the buy now button a second time, but my purchase was again rejected. With my face contorted I said. “What the hell?” 

Just then my wife, Mimi walked in the room. I explained the situation saying I’m restricted from buying more wine this month since I reached the maximum allowable purchase. 

She cocked her head. I told her with the wine I bought earlier this month plus this current purchase exceeded the monthly allotment allowed in Missouri. Mimi was as puzzled about this as me. She doesn’t even drink wine, but she was annoyed that the government could tell us what we were allowed to buy. 

I said. “I know, and it’s the same legislators that legalized pot. I wonder how many cases of pot you can buy in a month?”

“I don’t think pot is measured by the case, but I get your point.” Mimi then said. “Can you buy it as a gift? You should call them.”

I dialed the number of the wine club. They put me on hold. So, while I waited I tried to buy it as gift, but ‘No joy’. When the wine guy came on the line I explained the problem and asked if my wife could buy the wine without setting off red flags with the Missouri legislators. He checked my account to verify that I have exceeded the two case limit since I bought 13 bottles in the first part of the month which was considered two cases. Rounding up, I guess that’s government math.  Ha! I should try that with taxes. But, he was able to get my wife on the account. So, my wife would be getting the wine, maybe she’ll share it with me. 

All’s well that ends well, but this made me think. How can this be enforceable? It really can’t because I can as much wine as I want at grocery stores. No one keeps track. It’s another annoying government rule to control the citizens for no good reason. I would rather the government be concerned about murders, carjackings and all the crime running rampant in downtown. 

“Just Saying”





Friday, November 10, 2023

Message from Mom

I’m waiting for you

Don’t be afraid

You’ve done your best

I’ve been watching from above

It wasn’t always easy

But worth the time

Your kids are grown and happy

Now it’s time for you to be with us

We have all missed you

There’s nothing else you need to do

Life is a journey

You have past the test





Thursday, November 2, 2023

What's in a Name?

Writing is Hard and Sometimes Reading is too

 

Punctuation can be critical when writing a story. A reader can miss the point if a sentence is misread due to a missing comma. Inserting commas in the right place has never been my strong point, but I’m getting better and occasionally I even find an error when critiquing someone else’s work. Sometimes this confusion with commas can result in a funny outcome. 

Last week a friend of mine read his story, but I was confused because a comma

was missing. It was silly on my part because even without the comma it was obvious what he was trying to say. I interpreted an expression as some weird character name. Once I realized my mistake I had to laugh, and decided I needed to write a short story about a guy with this odd name. So, here you go. The story title is “What’s in a Name?” Please forgive me if I have any missing commas.


What’s in a Name?

 

I was meeting my potential new employer at Starbucks. Coffee’s a perk that makes people feel comfortable, even when they’re not. It gives them something to do with their hands. I ordered a regular coffee and a breakfast egg and cheese croissant. The barista handed me the coffee and said he would let me know when the sandwich was ready. I picked a table by the window.

A forty-ish-looking man walked in with a sour look on his face. I hoped this wasn’t

the guy who was going to interview me. What I didn’t need was some know-it-all, grim-faced bastard telling me how great he and his company were. He went to the counter and ordered a coffee. Something fancy, it appeared, since he waved his hands and fake poured. Then he walked over to where I sat. 

“Are you Chris?”

I stood. “Yes, are you with Wealth Strategies?” I extended my hand.

“Yes, I’m the face of the company and do all the interviews.” He shook my hand. 

“I’m Grim.”

“I’m so sorry. Did you get caught up in that traffic jam?”

He looked puzzled. “No. What traffic jam?” He repeated. “I’m Grim.”

Now, I was confused. “Yes, you said that. Why are you grim?”

“Blame it on my parents.”

“Oh! So you still live with them?” I sipped my coffee.

“No, of course not. I’m a grown-ass man. Forty-two years old.”

“Don’t let your parents get you down. No need to be grim.”

Just then the barista called out a name for a coffee pickup. “Order up for Face.”

He stood up and went to the counter to pick up his coffee. 

Did the barista say Face? Is this guy’s name Grim Face? Holy shit! What were

his parents thinking? I giggled inside. Hold it together.

He returned and sat down. “We should start the interview, I have another

appointment in an hour.” He handed me a business card. 

I snickered and put my hand over my mouth when I read his name. “Yes, Grim,” I

grinned. “Let’s get started.”

“You seem to be distracted. Is there something wrong?

“I’m sorry, it’s your name . . . it’s unusual.”

“Yes, somewhat. Grimley is unusual, but combined with the last name, even more

so.” Grim sipped his coffee. “It’s a great conversation starter.”

I snorted my coffee. “It certainly will get people talking.” I opened a sugar packet.

 “So, how am I doing so far?”

“Don’t make any big plans.” He fidgeted with the spoon. “Your name is unusual

as well.”

“Mine, really? I love my name.”

Over the loud speaker, I heard, “Order for Mas, Mr. Chris Mas.”

The young girl sitting next to us smiled. I winked. Grim Face walked out the door.

 

 

 

Monday, October 30, 2023

Smart Enough

I’m not smart enough to know all the answers

But I’m smart enough to know right and wrong

Not smart enough to solve world problems

Smart enough to recognize dictators

Not smart enough to prevent world wars

Smart enough to recognize the hurt

Not smart enough to understand the mind of a terrorist

Smart enough to know the fear of their victim

Not smart enough to explain why one death requires three in return

Smart enough to see revenge

Not smart enough to understand collateral damage

Smart enough to know innocent people are dying

Not smart enough to stop hate

Smart enough to know wars aren’t the answer

I’m not smart enough to know all the answers

But I’m smart enough to know what doesn’t work

Friday, October 13, 2023

Service with a smile

With the exception of Chick-fil-A and Trader Joe’s where have you experienced service with a smile? I often get service with a grunt or service with a blank stare, but rarely with a smile. I say rarely, because many older workers are pleasant maybe because they remember how lucky they felt when they got their first job. I’m not saying all young workers are unappreciative of their job, but I’ll stick my neck and I say many make it their goal to show dissatisfaction with their every action. 

    I’m sorry you couldn’t be born into the Kardasian family. Most of us are just regular people, but you can have a good life despite your mediocre financial position. Your attitude has a great impact on your life. You deserve nothing by being born except respect and a chance to succeed. Whatever you receive from your efforts is what you deserve. A smile cost you nothing, a good work ethic shows others you care. You will be there for your whole shift so why not enjoy it by smiling and showing some enthusiasm. There’s no health risk by enjoying your job, in fact there may be a kick of adrenaline from your efforts. 

     We can’t all be born to live in the lap of luxury, but I’m guessing the rich don’t live worry free lives. I don’t know what Chick-fil-A and Trader Joe’s are doing but I want them training all the young people who work in service jobs. “Just Saying . . .”

Tuesday, September 26, 2023

Negative Speech

I’ve noticed there’s a lot of negativity and hate posted. Much of it is about politics. I support your right to have an opinion but rather than trash the opponent why not tell of all the positive reasons you support your candidate. No one is listening to your negative comments so there’s no chance you will convert anyone to your side. We all have different reasons for our beliefs and they may be valid, so tell us that instead of all the hateful comments about the other candidates. “Just Saying . . . “

Thursday, August 24, 2023

The Appearance of Doing Nothing

Keeping busy seems to be the main objective of most people. We don’t like to be bored, so our plates are full of activities. We equate boredom with doing nothing, but I think it’s different. Sitting alone pondering your life and future is valuable. It might seem like you're doing nothing, but you’re resting your mind and body. Allowing yourself to create and imagine new things that only a quiet mind can hear. There’s no need to be afraid of doing nothing.

     I wonder how many people really sit alone thinking without the aid of an electronic device? Very few, I imagine since smartphones have taken over our lives. Our brains are cluttered with many things, so doing nothing will help cleanse your mind. Yes, I’m retired and have more time to do nothing. I can’t argue with that, but we all spend a lot of time on the Internet and social media. Our phones remind us every day of how much time we spend Internet surfing. It could be beneficial to use some of that time doing nothing but thinking.

     There’s a saying, “An idle mind is a devil’s workshop.” It’s a biblical saying, but I dispute the statement because it’s negative and implies our thoughts always go toward evil. Nothing would be done without thinking about it first. Many problems have been solved as we sit idle, just thinking.

     If your concerned about the appearance of doing nothing. Take a walk leave your earbuds at home and let your mind wander while you walk. 

     So, next time you’re bored, don’t pick up your phone. Turn off all electronics and let your mind wander off to nowhere or everywhere. It might be an enlightening experience. Don't let the appearance of doing nothing keep you from thinking. “Just Saying . . .”

Tuesday, August 22, 2023

Calm or Chaotic

Life has changed for me like it does for everyone as they age. For me everything has slowed down, and become more calm. When I was young with kids, work, and the many activities we did as a family it was chaotic. Exhausting in some ways, but always fun. 

     Now I have more time to pursue my hobbies, time to rest, time to enjoy the simple pleasures of life. But sometimes I miss the chaos. There are still moments in my life when I experience the chaos while attending a party, but I am just an observer. I watch and laugh at the chaotic activities and antics of the young. It’s a great feeling that brings me back to why family is the most important thing in my life. Don’t get me wrong I like the calm in my life, but the occasional chaos is like the cherry on top. I laugh more with family and sleep better on those nights. 

     We don’t always agree, but that’s not important because we’re together enjoying the moment. I’m lucky. Some people don’t have the same family relationship that I do. I hope that those people who have a broken family connection can repair it. Life is better when your connected to others. Enjoy the chaos at the party but leave it there for the young crowd so you can return to the calm. “Just Saying . . . .”

Friday, August 18, 2023

George, the Thinking Man


This is a technology packed world and George is a young man with an old soul. Sure, he owns all the latest electronic gadgets, but he is a deep thinker and often likes to get lost in his thoughts. 

     He is unusual in that way, because he puts his own ideas into his daily life. The Internet influences him less than most of his contemporaries. George knows information is good, but he is also aware that much of the Internet is tainted with lies. 

     He has learned that making a mistake can be a valuable lesson. George knows his failures make his successes all that much better, so he’s not afraid to step out of his comfort zone.

     He has many friends, but doesn’t show his “old soul” to many. George lives in two worlds, one filled with the latest high tech gadgets and the other filled with only his thoughts. He likes to write his thoughts and ideas in a journal, but it’s not a diary of his daily activities. A place where he keeps his worries, questions, solutions, things that make him smile, others that make him sad, and mostly his hopes and dreams. It’s a book that is for him alone, a book to help him understand the world, his book on life. His heart, soul and conscience laid out on paper.

     You are the lucky one if he shares his book with you. Don’t take it lightly. You may only get one chance to see George unmasked, one chance to understand him and one chance to understand yourself. 

     George isn’t good at sharing his life with others and I think there’s a little bit of that in all of us. Sharing your life with others might be what we need.  “Just Saying . . .”

  

Friday, July 14, 2023

How do you eat an elephant?

I first heard this from a buddy of mine, Billy Ray. The answer is, one bite at a time. I always liked this because it conveys a message that you can accomplish anything if you’re determined and patient.

     In today’s world, people are not patient. Everybody wants instant change and instant reward. Thank you, Internet. What we are is a nation of whiners. Some people reminisce about the good times when they were young, the best time ever. Things change over time and some changes are good others not so much. The world is constantly changing, so get used to it. Without change we would still be living in the prehistoric age.

     There are others that feel like they have been dealt a bad hand in life. They say choices are limited because they’re poor, or black or uneducated. The list is long. There’s a simple explanation, life is not fair, but it’s what you make of it. The trials and tribulations of our ancestors are history. We can’t change it, but we can learn from it. Their sufferings are not our scars and their achievements are not our successes. We make choices that determine our place in life. There are many people who have achieved great things even though they struggled in life. Without struggle, the rewards would less appreciated. 

     Your choices define your life. Use the past to build a strong future for yourself. Create your own history with the choices you make. Instead of whining, try overcoming your problems . . .one bite at a time. “Just Saying . . .”

Monday, June 26, 2023

Our Most Valuable Asset

We are all born with different abilities and talents. Some of these are validated or enhanced as we are guided through life, some ignored and forgotten. Life is trial and error. People dabble in many activities trying to find the one thing that brings passion to their life. Sadly, many of us go through life giving up and never realizing our strongest asset, and most valuable is perseverance. Many people are looking for instant success and give up if it doesn’t come fast enough. 

     Anyone that achieves success, even in a small way has spent many hours honing their abilities. Stop whining about your lack of talent or opportunity when the real issue is you quit too soon. While it may be true that you weren’t blessed with an obvious natural talent, you can still be quite successful if you diligently pursue your passions. 

     Your desire and perseverance will help you overcome any roadblocks you may encounter. May be you won’t become the world’s best but you could become your best. “Just Saying . . . “

Tuesday, May 30, 2023

My Philosophy

I believe in God, but I don’t believe my God has to be yours. If your God makes you a better person you’re on the right path.

In life there are the rich, poor and in between. There always was and there always will be. We should help others when we can, but it’s not the obligation of society to equalize life. Individuals are expected to take responsibility for their own lives.

People make mistakes, everyone does. It’s how you grow and learn. Mistakes should be forgiven as long as the person shows they are still learning.

There are repercussions and rewards in life. Each are valuable if it gives you a learning experience.

Don’t be fooled by passing fads. People or groups will try to guilt you into changing if you have a different viewpoint. 

Change is not bad, but that doesn’t mean change is always good. 

Your rights do not supersede another’s rights. All people have value including unborn children.

Children need firm guidance but with kindness. They are individuals, but also a reflection of yourself. Children perpetuate life, we need them. Boys and girls become men and women we need both. There was no mistake in your birth, you were born the way you were meant yo be. Don’t over think it.

Be kind to others no matter the choices they’ve made.

Enjoy life. No one knows for sure what comes next.

Friday, May 19, 2023

Babysitting Through the Eyes of Papa

Vacation duty: Three days on and three days off watching the grandkids (5 & 2). Sounds doable. We wake them up, feed them, take them to school, pick them up after school, feed them again, give them a bath, and put them to bed. That’s the basic plan, although there are variations to it, but how hard can it be? I’m a fully grown adult with many life skills, so the little ones just need to learn who’s the boss. 


Mimi and I are watching them at their house to make it less disruptive for them. Sure, we’ll sleep in an unfamiliar bed with different house noises, but it’ll be fine. Oh! They have a dog, Reeces, but she’s fifteen, so we won’t be chasing her around. They also have that Alexa machine thing. It turns on the lights and white noise. Actually, it does many things, I’m told. This may be easier than I thought. I’ll have time to do more writing.


Our day starts in the afternoon. Our first job, is picking up the kids from school. They attend two different schools. Stella’s school is down the street, walkable. Henry’s is a fifteen-minute drive in good traffic. Since we leave at the same time, I dropped Mimi off at Stella’s school then I drive to Henry’s school to pick him up. It’s important to note you can’t just wait outside for them to rush out the door. No, no, you have an app on your phone. This allows you to check them in/out if you are on their pickup list. No problems there; we are list approved.


GPS took me to Sprout, the daycare school. I successfully navigated the app and checked Henry out of school, then put him in his $500 car seat. Henry immediately yelled, “Where’s Mimi?”


“Papa’s here. Mimi’s at home with Stella.” 


The young girl at school handed me a bag of soiled clothes and said, “Henry had an accident.”

I’m sorry; I’m sure he didn’t mean it.” That was a lie. He really didn't care.


The drive home was uneventful aside from the crazy-ass drivers that you have to deal with, but that is now the norm. We arrived home safe, and as I pulled into the driveway, Henry yelled, "Mimi."

I pop him out of the car, and he ran into the yard to play with Stella on the swing set. Mimi and I spend the next half hour with the kids in the yard then dragged them in the house for dinner. We let Reeces out to do her business. She came back in and pooped on the floor in five different spots. Oh, joy! I explain her behavior to Mimi by saying she's old, deaf, and probably doesn't know what she just did. 


I yell. "Alexa, pick up the dog poop."


"I'm sorry I don't do that. I can call a service." Alexa responded.


"No, we'll get it." Mimi cleans it up before the kids run through it. 


Henry screams for a snack. I tell him. "No, it's too close to dinner.." He screams louder. 


Stella grabs a snack and tells me. "These are healthy snacks." Henry shrieks. I gave Henry a snack.


Dinner is served. We have spaghetti. Stella promptly tells us not to cook hers. What the hell does that mean? We find out that means she likes it cold, so we let it sit on the counter until it meets her criteria. 


Henry stirs it around, spills it on the floor, then knocks over his milk. Stella moans about the hamburger in the spaghetti. "I don't like hamburger."


I know it's only a few days ago, but I don't remember what they actually ate that night. Dinner's over, and it's playtime before bath. Bedtime can't come fast enough. They bathe together because it's easier (misleading term) then they brush their teeth. Bath time is a struggle because Henry is tired, and Stella lollygags. 


Mimi got a phone call as Henry ran out of the bathroom. He went into Stella's room and found her makeup. Without going into detail, let me just say he was prepared to play the part of Joker in Batman


After the bath, Stella dresses herself and set her school clothes out for school the next morning. Sounds easy when you say it fast, but it could take twenty minutes. Finally, she's dressed after I repeatedly tell her to put pajamas on. In the meantime, Mimi gets Henry ready for bed, simple words but not a simple task.


Stella turns on all the white noise stuff, then we read each of them two books. Henry goes to bed easily most nights; thankfully, this is one. Stell goes to bed without any issues, but she gets up often with a list of reasons why she should stay up.  She’s a negotiator. 


By 8:30 pm, Stella finally gives up and stays in bed. Now we have alone time. I tell Alexa to turn on the family room lights. She answers. "I don't have family room lights. What lights would you like switched on?"


"The light right over my head - Dumbass." 


Alexa answered, "I can't see, so I don't know what you're talking about. Now, who's the dumbass?"


"Can you turn the lights on in the living room or family room? Maybe just turn on all the friggin lights on in the whole friggin house."


"That's not a command I have. Sounds like you have some anger management issues. I could sign you up for a class."


"No, thanks. There's a light by the couch. Can you turn that on?"


"Oh! The couch light. Of course, couch light on. See, that's all you needed to say."


“Yay!”


Reeces has been circling around the family room since 9:00 p.m. wanting to go to bed, but she wants us to go as well. Finally, at 10:00 p.m., we headed to bed. We’re both exhausted and welcome the rest. Reeces sleeps in a dog bed in our bedroom. 


Mimi and I both sleep well, but I got up in the middle of the night only to find that Reeces moved from her bed to the middle of the room, directly into my path to the bathroom. Enough said; it was noisy with lots of yelping, but she moved back to her bed. 


I’m an early riser, so I got up at 6:00 a.m. and made coffee. Mimi normally sleeps longer, but this week is not normal, so she was up by 6:30 a.m. She was quick to inform me that Reeces pooped again. 


“Great! Where? I don’t see it.”


“By her dog bed. She must have pooped in her sleep.”


“Wonderful! Sleep poop, I didn’t know that was possible.” I sipped my coffee. “Alexa, can you help us out here?”


“Certainly, couch light on.”


“Never mind.”


Stella got up at 7:00, and Mimi brought Henry down at 7:15. Mimi asked Stella what she wanted for breakfast. I said, “She’s getting waffles.” I threw two waffles in the toaster, one for each kid.


When they popped, I buttered them, cut them up, and poured on syrup. That was easy, I thought. 


Stella informed me that there was not enough butter on every piece. I explained that it was because it melted. Apparently, that was not the right answer. I rebuttered her waffle. Henry dropped his on the floor and screamed. I told him once it’s on the floor, it belongs to Reeces.


Stella asked for another waffle, and Henry ate a banana. When breakfast was over, Mimi dressed Henry for school. Stella was already dressed because she chose her school clothes the night before. We got in the car about 7:45. I dropped Mimi and Stella at her school. It was close so Mimi could walk home while I took Henry to daycare. All the way to daycare, Henry yelled, “Mimi.”


I checked him in without issues, then drove back to the house. We were free until 5:00 p.m. When I arrived back home, Mimi said, “We need to clean this place up.”


I said, “Alexa, clean the house.”


“I’m sorry I don’t clean, but I can call a maid service.”


“So, what good are you? All you do is turn on lights.” I shook my head. “I can turn on lights.”


Alexa questioned. “Oh! Really. Can you now? Couch light off.”


“Wow, bitch!”

 

 






Wednesday, March 29, 2023

Bodega

I was watching FBI when I heard the term bodega. I liked the sound of the word. So I decided I would write a story using that word and others that have an origin from another country. Even though these words don't originate from the US, they are frequently used, and many people are familiar with them. Below is a list of the words I decided to use in my story with a definition. 

     As I wrote the short story, it became apparent that it would be extremely short, so I wrote a drabble which is exactly 100 words, not including the title. The drabble is a way of testing the author's ability to write a brief, interesting story. It's not an easy task, but it's a good exercise. 


Bodega is a small grocery store, especially in a Spanish-speaking neighborhood.


Piazza is a market or a public square, especially in an Italian town.


The veranda is a roofed platform outside a house that is level with the ground.


Digits can be fingers.


I ambled down the path. I walked down the trail. 

 

I boogied until dawn. I danced the night away. 


Baguettes are long loaves of french bread and also a diamond cut.

 

Gem usually refers to a diamond. 


Crepe is a thin pancake.


Croissant is a flaky crescent-shaped bread roll.


A patisserie is a bakery or pastry shop.


Brekky is a British breakfast.


A bistro is the same as a diner.

 



The following is my drabble using the words from the above list.



Perfect Day

It was a bright, crisp morning, perfect weather to have my brekky on the veranda. I wandered into a daydream while tapping my digits on the table. A trip to the bodega was the planned event of the morning. I ambled down the path toward the piazza to purchase a baguette and croissant from the patisserie. The aroma of the crepes and spiced latte from the bistro filled the air with a bouquet of enticing fragrances that lingered. 

That night was special as my wife, and I boogied until dawn. The stars shined like gems in the clear night sky.

 

Wednesday, March 15, 2023

328

Tax time isn’t something I look forward to, but having them down by a professional lessens my worries. I get my taxes done at Sederburg’s on walk-in Tuesday. My wife says that’s not right. It would be alliterative if it was walk-in Wednesday. No argument there, but it wasn’t my call.

So yesterday I left home early to get my taxes prepared. It’s on a first come first served basis. I arrived at at 6:50 am and to my surprise I was first in line. Doug arrived right at 7:00 am. He works at Sederburg’s and I have known Doug for many years as we are both members of  Saturday Writers. Doug allowed me to come in as long as I didn’t start a fight. I agreed since Doug is twice my size and younger. 

The first thing I did was sign the log in sheet. I chatted with Doug and another guy named Ben who came in right after me. Shortly thereafter an old couple entered. I say old because I’m 74 but they were older. They immediately went the counter to sign the log, obviously not there first time at walk-in (non-alliterate) Tuesday.

The old gentleman stood silent as his wife grabbed a pen and proceeded to fill in the log. It was early so the old guy looked like he could have been sleep standing (a skill older people have mastered). The wife muttered the numbers 328 to no one in particular or at least that’s what I thought. Her husband unmoved by her comment stood tall and quite. And no one responded regarding her comment and why would anyone, after all it wasn’t a question. A few seconds later she repeated the numbers, 328. This time her husband eyes glazed over and his lips quivered as if he was about to speak but no words came forth. 

Then the wife again repeated the number 328 but with a louder and more demanding tone. There was barely any time to respond before she said it a forth time immediately following with the words, your cell phone. That’s when the husband recognized that it was a question he was expected to answer. 

This is a familiar scenario many older couples can understand as they too have had a partner do the same. After telling this story to my wife we have now adopted the phase 328. We now use it anytime we don’t understand what the each other is saying. It’s very efficient and more pleasant than saying, “What the hell are you talking about?”

“Just Saying . . .”


Tuesday, February 21, 2023

Factory Settings

I’ve heard many times that if you have a problem with appliances or electronics the easiest way to solve the problem is to reset the appliance back to the original factory settings. It seems like a good solution since you have probably struggled trying to fix the issue in other ways without success. 

     It’s the perfect backup plan when all else fails. Knowing this gives you some peace of mind. So, Mimi and I were discussing the aches and pains that come with aging. We decided that the best thing to do is have our bodies reset to the original factory settings. It doesn’t seem like an unreasonable request since we’ve done our best to stay healthy by exercising and eating right. Factory setting are a fail safe.

     So please accept this post as our official request to give our bodies a complete factory reset. And as we all know there have been a number of changes since we first arrived, so if you can please include all the software upgrades that would be appreciated. “Just Saying . . .”

Friday, February 10, 2023

Notice to Grocery Stores

I want to put all grocery stores on notice. Your top shelf is high, especially when the items are all in the back. I’m 5’5” so I can reach the items in the front, but many times the front of the top shelf is barren. It’s likely that you’re store is short on staff so I get that you can’t have a person running around the store pushing all the items to the front of every shelf. 

     Let me tell you about old people. We find a way to get things done. Always have, and always will, road blocks are no big thing. So if you see an old person climbing up the shelves to get their favorite Italian soda, don’t look surprised. Yes, I agree it’s not the smartest thing to do, but remember what I said earlier, we find a way. 

     Now I have a solution, have a few step stools strategically placed around the store. Seniors could use those to get their favorite item from the top shelf.  Yes, of course your lawyers won’t like it. They’ll say that it will only encourage people to use them and it could be dangerous if they fall. The store could be sued. Also true, but if they fall off a display while scaling the shelves, the store could also be sued and it would be a more interesting lawsuit.

     Old people do what old people do. Not to say it’s always a good choice, but it’s worth knowing. Getting step stools is a better choice, because there’s a good chance that old lady climbing the shelf has Morgan and Morgan on speed dial. “Just Saying . . . “

Thursday, February 2, 2023

Special Parking Spaces

This morning my wife asked me to go to the grocery store and pick up a few items. Sure, I'll be happy to stop at the Bodega (I'm trying to use more interesting words). She gave me a short list, and I drove off to fill her order.

As I pulled into the parking lot of Schnucks, I drove around looking for the closest spot to the entrance. The best spots were for the handicapped, which is understandable. Hmm, I guess saying handicap is no longer acceptable. I think disabled is the proper word now, but how is that better? It's all very confusing. As I turned down another aisle, there were spots for both Wounded Warriors and Maternity, and who would argue with that. There were also numerous spots for Online Pickup and one for Employee of the Month (recognition for a job well done). 

Screw it. I'll just park on the far side next to the sign. You know, the spot no one wants. I walked to the entrance, dodging shopping carts randomly parked anywhere, because it's too hard to take them to the corral. I waited patiently as guys with big ass trucks decided to back into a parking spot. I suppose everyone would like a fast getaway after they paid $6.00 for a gallon of milk. I walked past cars angled across two parking spaces. Thanks for that. Remember me, I'm parked by the Schnucks sign. 

I finally get to the Bodega (remember, I'm using fancy words) and made my purchases. I pushed my cart to my private Schnucks sign parking spot and unload. Just a note for those of you that have never used the sign parking, there are no cart corrals anywhere near. I could leave the cart on the grass by the sign, but that seems wrong, so I push it back toward the corral when I see someone getting out of their car. They probably need a cart, so I'll offer mine to them. It will save time for both of us, win, win. 

But, she said. "Did you sanitize it?"

"Lady, I parked by the sign. Do you see any of the sanitizers over there?" I pointed to my car.

She squinted. "I can't see that far."

"Nevermind." Then I proceeded on my original path to the corral.

I had no more issues as I returned to my car, except for the two near misses from cars racing down the aisle competing for an open parking spot.

I left the parking lot, and I decided to stop at Home Depot, it's close so I could run in and get some light bulbs without wasting another trip. As I drove into the HD lot, I again searched for a spot to park. They too, have reserved spots for special customers, one for Contractors, another for Ladies Only (WHAT?), and one for a Green Vehicle (Now, my KIA Soul is alien green, but it's not EV). Below the large letters, it said EV Only, so not for my alien green Soul. I decided it wasn't worth the trouble, I mean we have flashlights, so we didn't need no stinking light bulbs. 

As I drove home I thought of a another special space the businesses could reserve. How about making a super wide space for people who can't fit their car between the two white lines. There are people already taking up two spaces anyway so just make it legal. The sign could read, "For People who are terrible at parking".  

Maybe there could have a shuttle to pick up the people that park by the sign and drop them off at the front entrance. "Just Saying . . ."