Letters To The Editor (Fish And Bones)

I was out to eat with the husband the other night and fried

fish was on the menu. Bone or boneless was the choice. I

clearly remember eating catfish with my grandmother and

watching out for those bones.

 

She lived near the levee outside of New Orleans and her brother

would walk over the levee and go fishing right there in the

Mississippi River.

 

After catching several catfish he would come home and

get them ready for my grandmother to fry. With bones

intact she would dip them in the batter. The smell

throughout the house was so good, and when it was

time to eat, the fish pieces would melt in your mouth.

 

The only thing to spoil it might be a bone or two. Lucky

for us we would catch them in time. No choking for any

of us and the thought of that happening was not a good

thought.

 

Back to our recent dinner. I chose the boneless fish.

Of course with the realization that there was always

a chance to find a bone anyway. Until the world is

perfect I have to assume that fact.

 

“To enjoy and wish-

For the perfect boneless fish.”

Modern Mother Goose-On The Loose (Solo Ice Cream)

While waiting in line at the bank, I overheard two women

 

discussing a little ice cream machine. Rock salt is what you

 

put in it and then you had to stir it for a long time. One woman

 

said that she would be too lazy to stir it for a long time, and the

 

other one said that is why you invite friends over.

 

The conversation concluded with the thought that there would

 

not be enough ice cream for the people invited over to stir.

 

 

The solution was easy enough as it was stated that was the time

 

for the invited company to go home. Problem solved.

“A cold cold scheme-
To create and eat homemade ice cream”.

 

Letter To The Editor (Short Weekends)

We have had a busy year so far. Celebrated the New Year and now

we are heading into Easter. If we don’t slow things down, the plans

to run in the next Turkey Trot will be made.

 

Before you get your Mardi Gras beads tucked away, it’s time

to start thinking about those boiled eggs and all of that candy.

If anything can be shaped into a rabbit it will be, for the Easter

Bunny is heading this way.

 

I’ve always been a fan of slowing down time, especially during the

weekend. The week on many occasions tends to run slow and then

after we realized that it is the weekend, it quickly flies by.

 

I guess that it wouldn’t feel right if the work week flew by and then

we just sat on the weekend. Too much relaxation is not good for

anyone.

 

As I watch the cold weather up in the Northeast, I’m about to

tuck away my sweater, but I know better, for as soon as you

do that the ‘last” cold snap appears.

 

The true season of spring will come quickly enough. And if

it doesn’t then we will have to develop a bit of patience.

 

“Still stands true-

Patience is a virtue.”

 

 

Letter To The Editor (Looking For Spring)

We are beginning to hear the sounds of spring.

Not that it is almost here, but we do have a yearning

for it.

Here in Texas a few cold days is enough. How they

manage it in the North is beyond me. One big chill

is enough for me. Surely before spring does arrive

we will have a few more cold days.

 

The groundhog said so when he saw his shadow,

and the weathermen tell us the same. This is not

the time to put up the sweaters or the coats as

they will come in handy before we know it.

 

Here comes both Mardi Gras and Valentine’s Day.

The year will fly by if we don’t get a grip on it.

 

Spring will be here soon enough and then we

know what comes after that. A long hot summer.

I can wait.

 

“Spring time blues-

But first we must pay all of our winter dues.”

Letter To The Editor (Looking For Spring)

We are beginning to hear the sounds of spring.

Not that it is almost here, but we do have a yearning

for it.

Here in Texas a few cold days is enough. How they

manage it in the North is beyond me. One big chill

is enough for me. Surely before spring does arrive

we will have a few more cold days.

 

The groundhog said so when he saw his shadow,

and the weathermen tell us the same. This is not

the time to put up the sweaters or the coats as

they will come in handy before we know it.

 

Here comes both Mardi Gras and Valentine’s Day.

The year will fly by if we don’t get a grip on it.

 

Spring will be here soon enough and then we

know what comes after that. A long hot summer.

I can wait.

 

“Spring time blues-

But first we must pay all of our winter dues.”

Letter To The Editor (Short Weekends)

We have had a busy year so far. Celebrated the New Year and now

we are heading into Easter. If we don’t slow things down, the plans

to run in the next Turkey Trot will be made.

 

Before you get your Mardi Gras beads tucked away, it’s time

to start thinking about those boiled eggs and all of that candy.

If anything can be shaped into a rabbit it will be, for the Easter

Bunny is heading this way.

 

I’ve always been a fan of slowing down time, especially during the

weekend. The week on many occasions tends to run slow and then

after we realized that it is the weekend, it quickly flies by.

 

I guess that it wouldn’t feel right if the work week flew by and then

we just sat on the weekend. Too much relaxation is not good for

anyone.

 

As I watch the cold weather up in the Northeast, I’m about to

tuck away my sweater, but I know better, for as soon as you

do that the ‘last” cold snap appears.

 

The true season of spring will come quickly enough. And if

it doesn’t then we will have to develop a bit of patience.

 

“Still stands true-

Patience is a virtue.”

 

 

Letter To The Editor (Butter And Gas)

The other day I came across a lyric in a song that was amusing.

It was simple and stated it just like it could be.

The singer sang I’ve got gas in my truck and butter for my biscuit.

It sounded so cute, but then on the other hand it sends a strong

message.

 

Life can feel just right with a minimum of the things. It doesn’t have

to take a lot to get to that moment. Some of us are never satisfied

with no matter how much we spend, while others are satisfied with

the basic.

 

We cannot get by without that gas in the truck, we all know that. It’s

hard to get around like that, but then that butter for the biscuit is

another matter.

 

I once was having dinner at a friend’s house and they had run out of

butter. In the midst making mac and cheese we just opted to do

without the butter. Adding a bit more milk it was not quite the same but

it was edible.

 

It would have been so much the better with the butter, but we managed.

To hear those lyrics again it makes me appreciate the little things. That is

the way that life should be.

 

“Simple things to amass-

Tasty butter and gas.”

Letter To The Editor (Short Weekends)

We have had a busy year so far. Celebrated the New Year and now

we are heading into Easter. If we don’t slow things down, the plans

to run in the next Turkey Trot will be made.

 

Before you get your Mardi Gras beads tucked away, it’s time

to start thinking about those boiled eggs and all of that candy.

If anything can be shaped into a rabbit it will be, for the Easter

Bunny is heading this way.

 

I’ve always been a fan of slowing down time, especially during the

weekend. The week on many occasions tends to run slow and then

after we realized that it is the weekend, it quickly flies by.

 

I guess that it wouldn’t feel right if the work week flew by and then

we just sat on the weekend. Too much relaxation is not good for

anyone.

 

As I watch the cold weather up in the Northeast, I’m about to

tuck away my sweater, but I know better, for as soon as you

do that the ‘last” cold snap appears.

 

The true season of spring will come quickly enough. And if

it doesn’t then we will have to develop a bit of patience.

 

“Still stands true-

Patience is a virtue.”

 

 

Letters To The Editor (Fish And Bones)

I was out to eat with the husband the other night and fried

fish was on the menu. Bone or boneless was the choice. I

clearly remember eating catfish with my grandmother and

watching out for those bones.

 

She lived near the levee outside of New Orleans and her brother

would walk over the levee and go fishing right there in the

Mississippi River.

 

After catching several catfish he would come home and

get them ready for my grandmother to fry. With bones

intact she would dip them in the batter. The smell

throughout the house was so good, and when it was

time to eat, the fish pieces would melt in your mouth.

 

The only thing to spoil it might be a bone or two. Lucky

for us we would catch them in time. No choking for any

of us and the thought of that happening was not a good

thought.

 

Back to our recent dinner. I chose the boneless fish.

Of course with the realization that there was always

a chance to find a bone anyway. Until the world is

perfect I have to assume that fact.

 

“To enjoy and wish-

For the perfect boneless fish.”

Letter To The Editor (Short Weekends)

We have had a busy year so far. Celebrated the New Year and now

we are heading into Easter. If we don’t slow things down, the plans

to run in the next Turkey Trot will be made.

 

Before you get your Mardi Gras beads tucked away, it’s time

to start thinking about those boiled eggs and all of that candy.

If anything can be shaped into a rabbit it will be, for the Easter

Bunny is heading this way.

 

I’ve always been a fan of slowing down time, especially during the

weekend. The week on many occasions tends to run slow and then

after we realized that it is the weekend, it quickly flies by.

 

I guess that it wouldn’t feel right if the work week flew by and then

we just sat on the weekend. Too much relaxation is not good for

anyone.

 

As I watch the cold weather up in the Northeast, I’m about to

tuck away my sweater, but I know better, for as soon as you

do that the ‘last” cold snap appears.

 

The true season of spring will come quickly enough. And if

it doesn’t then we will have to develop a bit of patience.

 

“Still stands true-

Patience is a virtue.”