The Pink Blue And Yellow Mice (2007)

The work place is one in which you spend so much time in, that if anything is moved, you will notice it.
The plants are in place, as are the pictures on the wall, along with the co-worker’s knick-knacks. One
day I happened to notice three cute little toy mice, hanging from a picture frame that had been on my
co-workers’ desk for quite a while.
One was pink, one was blue, and one was yellow.

They were precious, and I found out that they were actually made for a cat to play with, but my
co-worker had thought that they were so cute, that she just had to buy them and hang them in the
office, with the picture frame of her children, being the chosen spot.

Well, I got used to looking at the cute mice, until one day, two of them happened to disappear. I looked
again, and the only one left was the pink one. Surely they did not walk away by themselves. The mystery
was quickly solved when I found out that my co-worker’s two children had come by to visit during my
lunch break. Obviously they had thought they were cute too, and each one had taken a mouse home.

Another example of how a mother shares with her children. Always one more way to give. I’d like to replace
the two mice to put back on the picture frame, but then it would spoil the story. The two empty spots
remind me of the love that my co-worker and her children share.

“Some things unseen-
Make for a pleasant scene.”



Another Season At Hand (2006)

The getting ready for the holidays has just begun-
The preparation for the special day, is so much fun.
Lots of shopping won’t be missed-
As everyone crosses off the names on their list.
The decorations are going up, all over town-
Santa, here and there, will be seen visiting around.
Cars will be towing the Christmas trees on the hood-
Lots of wreaths will be decorating vehicles, as they should.
And the excitement for the kids, will begin when-
All of the finals are over, and the winter holidays begin.
No school for several weeks is an exciting thing to encompass-
The Christmas season is again upon us at last.
And as far as what all there will be plenty to do-
All one has to do is read their Houston Chronicle through and through.
Where the time went, who can tell-
But, since we love this time of the season, oh, well.
Another year has happened to pass by-
And here we are again singing, oh, you’d better not cry.
Enjoy the season, for it was meant to be an enjoyed, the whole season long-
Let’s pull out our old songbooks, and sing a holiday song.
Like Silent night, or Rocking Around The Christmas Tree-
What a wonderful holiday season it is gonna be.

Elephants Galore (2015)

Elephants have always interested us. Perhaps it is their size, or just their looks in general.

Long trunks and wagging tails in a body that weighs tons.

Both their stories and their sightings have taken place in many aspect of our lives.

I remember reading The Story of Babar, when I was in elementary school. I fell in love

with him, and the other characters immediately. He first appeared in a French children’s book,

and in 1931 and then in 1933 was introduced to Britain and the United States. An elephant character

that is still around today.

Elephants are creatures of habit, as shown in the movie Elephant Walk. As a child I was horrified

when they took back their historical trail. As an adult it’s obvious that it was a mistake for someone

to build and live on a path that belonged to them. They could only keep them back for so long.

My favorite amusement park contained a garbage bin shaped like an elephant. You would put your

wrappers and empty drink containers in the elephant’s mouth. As children we pretended that we

were feeding the elephant.

Of course, the local zoo is a regular place to checkout the elephants. Along with the other residents

there. I especially love it when there is a baby one to view.

Last but not least is the circus. Back in 1882 The Ringling Bros. and Barnum and Baily Circus bought

Jumbo the elephant from the London Zoo where he had lived for 16 years. Needless to say the

British people were upset, but the American people were delighted.

After many years and much controversy, any elephants with the circus will be retired by 2018.

No more elephants with the circus will seem strange, but then again it is understandable. The times

change, and we can adjust.

By the way, an average elephant that is roaming free will walk 30 miles on a daily basis. Now that

sounds like some true exercise.

The ivory greed is another elephant story. Of course, for another day.

“Elephants for sure-

A huge precious warm blooded creature.”


Christmas In July (2014)

When we were children, we looked forward to the Christmas holidays. You could feel it in the air.
This would be the week before school let out for the Christmas break.

The thought may have passed by at some other point during the year, but there wasn’t much
feeling to it. Now we have Christmas in July. Not really celebrated, but mainly a reminder that
Christmas is at some point, on its way.

There was a time when after the Labor Day holidays, Christmas would begin to peek. Now I’m afraid
that we are pushing the upcoming holidays even further.

While standing at a store counter, I caught something unusual, with the corner of my eye. It was orange
and as I turned around it was the season of Fall and Halloween stuff. I mentioned this to the clerk, at the
counter, and he said the Christmas stuff would be coming next month.

August, hot, possible hurricane, with the chance and opportunity, to be well prepared for Christmas.

We see stuff being sold so far in advance, that last winter someone I knew could not find a heater when
their teeth were chattering. The heaters had been sold out earlier in the season. I’ll have to remind her
to get one now. In the midst, of sweat, is the time to buy heaters, for the winter.

I wish we could go back to that childhood time when we thought about Christmas, when it was almost Christmas.
Remember when they used to cut the tree down the day before, and decorate it too?
Of course, Santa has to think about it the majority of the year, for he has a list with a lot of requests. No shortcut
on this one.

“To write a July rhyme-
That reminds us all of Christmas time.”


Two Heads Are Sometimes Not Better Than One (2014)

The other day while watching C-Span, I was amazed about what was going on. It wasn’t the topic, it was the background.

As I continued to watch, I thought that maybe I had caught an episode of Saturday Night Live. Here we had a panel that was grilling a specified witness, and of course, the witness was shown on full screen.

In the meantime, there was somone sitting behind the witness, in the next row, in full view also. Now we know that on these hearings there are always folks in the background, either sitting or walking around. In this case, this other person had equal view on the screen.

If I hadn’t know better, I might have thought that the other person was doing a version of Forrest Gump. You know where he plants, the likes of himself, into many historical events.

Now here comes the amazing part. Everytime the witness said something that the other person did not like, it was up with the eyes, or the look of disgust. If I wanted to watch something with someone else’s opinion, on the subject, I’d watch a debate, or perhaps even plant myself on the front row of Mystery Science Theater 3000.

It was simply distracting, and really and truly, I did not find it funny at all.

“Serious issues to face-

With an extra body, out of place.”



Garbage Cans (2014)

As I was driving down the street, the other day, I happened to come across a dog tearing into a garbage bag.

The residents of the property apparently had no physical garbage can and just set out a big black. bag.


Obviously that is the reason for a can. It is a real nuisance to put out your garbage, only to have it strewn all over the street.


I can remember the days of the aluminum cans, and then we went to plastic. They had to be dragged to the road, before the

implementation of wheels. Nowadays, it is a breeze. Just fill up, and wheel it to the road.


The average size of a garbage can is 35-gallons, so I was surprised to read that in a parish, outside of New Orleans, they were

handing out 96-gallon garbage cans. It can hold 332 1/s pounds of garbage.  They can be hoisted up on the garbage truck,

leading to less injury to the men working.


Well, some people were complaining, for they claimed not to have enough garbage to fill up such a monster.

Basically it sounds better to have too much room, instead of not enough, and after all, the wheels take the pressure

off of taking it to the road.


The majority of people though love it, and have to hope that no one steals their prized garbage can on the street.

One thing for sure no one will pass by and see a dog chewing into their garbage, for it is big, high, and too thick.


“Secure garbage put out-

Waiting to be picked up, along the route.”



Story Tellers (2001)

In the newspaper last Friday I read of the passing of a master story teller from Mississippi named Eudora Welty. They say that through her eyes the South came to life. Her pastor Bishop Clay F. Lee commented “Oh what she was able to catch with her eyes, hear with her ears!”

Before her death at the age of 92, she had won a Pulitzer Prize for the Optimists Daughter. Surely the rich stories that she had to tell will enlighten generations throughout time.

Thank goodness for the storytellers of the world, for without them, so much information might be lost. They say that a picture can say a thousand words, which is true, but a story that consists of words cannot be erased.

Once someone hears or reads a good story, it is gonna be passed onto someone else.

Mother Goose made her appearance on one of the Barney episodes that my daughter was watching and had misplaced some of her rhymes. She was quite upset until it was decided that the children would help her to rewrite the wonderful story.

And how was it that some small childrn could help an old woman to rewrite her own stories? They had heard them over and over again when they were old enough to understand and knew them all by heart.

Of course Mother Goose is a ficticious character, but the moral of the story can be applied to real life. We learn best through the storytellers of this world, and each one leaves their mark, which is renewed each time one of their stories are re-read or re-told.

“Storytellers of this world tell us a story and we pass it on-
Today, tommorrow, and long after they are gone!”


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