Wednesday Yarn (Charging That Cell Phone)

There comes a time when you just cannot keep up

with a certain material thing, and what I am talking

about is the cell phone.

 

Days can go by and the thing will not ring, so it

stays charged as it should, but the other day was

another story.

 

It wasn’t a bad thing that happened, but for some

reason or another, I got more calls than I usually do

and I could not keep the things charged.

 

There were several times when I would be answering

sitting next to the plug where I was charging the cell

phone.

 

As I sat there attached to the one spot, it reminded me

of the old days when the phone was attached to the wall,

in some deep dark corner.

 

You were held hostage for this was the only way to make

a phone call, and to receive one. If you walked away, the

conversation was over with. Of course, this was the days

before even the cordless phones.

 

It would be amazing for those younger today, as we talk

all over the neighborhood, all over town, and everywhere

else aside from being stuck in the corner.

 

It did have its advantages though, for if you didn’t want to

be reached you only had to say later that you were out.

Nowadays being out doesn’t work, for we all carry our

cell phones with us. If someone doesn’t get a reply from

you, they know that you’re ignoring them.

 

Anyway, getting back to that fun filled plenty of cell calls

received, I eventually got caught up, and removed that red

streak on the cell. That means it is about out of juice and

I would not be receiving any more calls. Sometimes that

might sound like a good idea.

 

“As time marches down the hall-

One won’t find anymore phones attached to the wall.”

-2017-

Wednesday Yarn (One More Thing Not On That List)

There have been many times in my life, when I

go to the grocery store to get just that one thing.

Well, before it is over and done, I have more than

just the one thing. Sometimes I just juggle the stuff

in my arms, and at other times I decide that it is time

to go and get a basket.

 

The funny thing is that a lot of times, the thing that I

went for to begin with has been forgotten, and then

it is not remembered until the moment that it is needed

once again.

 

The latest episode of this is the bath bar that the husband

uses. It was getting thinner and thinner until the point that

it was smaller than those in prison are allowed to have.

I saw that on TV. They keep theirs little and thin, so that

they cannot make a weapon out of it.

 

It’s always best to make a shopping list. The list will keep

you on track. Of course, if you get to the store and cannot

find the list, you are back to square one. If you’re like me

you will not remember the main things that you needed.

 

There is always the moment though, to pick up those other

things that are not on the list. The things that you really do

not need, the things that you will regret bringing home. It’s

always wise for me to breeze right past the candy and snack

aisles. Surely none of that was on my list.

 

Well, it may not have been on my list, but when I look again

I can see where some of it slid from the shelves into my basket.

Don’t know how that happens. Better luck next time.

 

“Not a moment to be missed-

Shopping at the grocery store with the well intended list.”

-2917-

Wednesday Yarn (Mowing That Grass)

It’s time to cut the grass again. There are a few months

during the year when it does not grow much. As a matter

of fact it can appear to be dead.

 

But lo and behold when the spring comes it sprouts back

up again. The grass and the weeds. The best part of course

is the wildflowers. All different colors. I love the purples

ones. Little bitty flowers perfectly made.

 

A neighborhood that was once quiet is now bustling with

that lawnmower sound. Some are a little loud, while others

are extreme.

 

Picking the time to mow on Saturday morning can make a

difference when the neighbors might want to sleep in. Not

everyone gets up at the break of dawn to mow the grass.

 

Some of the flowers that died off during the winter, if you

want to call it that, tend to come back in surprise. You

know that it died and then there is that little green sprout

coming and before you know it, the thing is in full bloom

once again.

 

It’s always fun to find some artificial flowers to blend in

with the real ones. That way there is always something

looking pleasant.

 

Before mowing that grass the mower needs to be looked at.

The oil needs changing, and the blades need to be examined.

Similar to a car it needs to be taken care of so that it will

last another season.

 

Same for the weed eater. To check that oil and make sure there

is enough plastic string. Well, I’m no expert but like the rest of

us in the neighborhood we have spent many years trying to

battle that greenery that grows around us.

 

If we don’t keep up with it, it will take over, and we can’t have

that.

“Keeping up all summer long is well known-

For that green green grass of home.”

-2017-

Wednesday Yarn (Eggs)

I like eggs. There are so many ways to fix the things.

To scramble, boil, add to other foods, and to fry, just

for a small list.

 

My grandmother had quite a few chickens on the farm

in which she grew up, and when she got older, that was

the one thing that she yearned for was to have a small

stock of chickens out in the yard. Unfortunately, where

she lived it was not permitted, but she still dreamed

about the thought anyway.

 

It could have been that she really loved the chickens, and

or that it reminded her of an earlier time. We all like to

go back and think of those special moments in our

childhood.

 

There are all kinds of eggs, but the ones we generally think

about are the ones in the hen house. The ones that we buy

at the grocery store. The ones that come in all sizes. The ones

with the yellow yolks.

 

This is the time of the year when a different type of egg is

both bought and brought. The kind that is made and filled

with chocolate. To take it even a step further we are inclined to

go for the chocolate ones with the other types of filling inside.

 

I can vision my grandmother as a child heading out to the hen

house, to gather some eggs for breakfast. More than likely

there would be times when she might drop and break one. To

be more careful next time is what she learned.

 

We’re getting closer each day to the Sunday that the eggs will

change colors, as they would be dyed the night before. To hunt

in the grass, where the special one left them. To crack one open

and eat it, with a piece of candy too. Oh, for the good old days.

 

“Eggs cooked well-

Cracked open or still in the shell.”

Wednesday Yarn (Transformers)

We all know what a transformer sounds like when it blows.

It is fairly loud, and then you get a better idea of what that

was when your lights go out.

 

The transformer pole was either hit by a vehicle, or it just

went boom on its own. The first thing to do is to call the

light company, or one can assume that one of the neighbors

already did.

 

The one that happened in my neighborhood was during the day,

so as I looked outside I was surprised to see a huge delivery truck

out in the road with a bunch of wires on it.

 

They had pulled into the driveway next door and when they left

they snapped the transformer off of the pole and took all the wires

with it.

 

My light and cable lines were laying in my yard, and we all watched

as the light company came and took care of it. Done in a reasonable

amount of time, there was still the issue of the cable to deal with.

An appointment was made for them to come out the next morning.

In the meantime it was going to be a “quiet” night. By that I mean

an all nighter without a TV in the background.

 

I like sound. When it is too quiet I cannot think. Sounds silly? But

that is what goes on in my head. What I did to fix the problem was

really funny. Hooked up the DVD player and put an Alfred Hitchcock

set of movies in. This would help me get to sleep.

 

It was ironic that this set of movies was made before talkies, and were

of the silent kind. A little bit of music playing with a few words along

the bottom of the screen. It is impossible to keep up with that while you

are trying to go to sleep with your eyes closed.

 

The next one better fared, and the cable company came as promised to

fix all. About that delivery truck. I know they’ll be looking for power

lines in the future.

 

“Quiet nights for some are fine-

But in my case it tends to put me in a mental bind.”

Wednesday Yarn (The Waltons)

Three by M.E./Rhymes of the Times

Whenever I get a chance I love to watch

The Waltons. It’s not just the adventures

that they involve themselves in, a lot of

times it is that sitting down to that dinner

table that interests me.

The long wooden table with the fresh table

cloth takes care of this family with room

left for a guest.

It seems like it would take an awful lot of

food and cooking to feed this family on

Walton’s Mountain, but show after show

they manage to do just that.

Grandma Walton has been seen picking the

green beans, Mama works out in the garden,

and one of the children tends to the chicken

house.

One thing that is apparent is that there is

always a plate of bread on the table and you

hear someone say pass that butter.

Surely it is real butter. You know the kind

that was churned on…

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