Big spoon little spoon two forks and a knife

Just setting the table with the love of my life


Doofusity Strikes Again!

Picture this:

You’re baking delicious pumpkin pie cake bars. Everything is mixed in, poured into the baking dish, put in the oven.  Two minutes later, while wiping the counter, you see a can of pumpkin, unopened, shiny… your brain thinks… what exactly is in the oven right now?  Then overdrive… pull out the dish, and realize, yes, it’s lighter than normal!  Fortunately, it’s not cooked, just slightly warm. You energetically mix in the pumpkin and reinsert the dish in the oven.

Moral: Don’t forget the main ingredient!

Sheriff Ingredients

My sister is a trained volunteer sheriff for her city.  Two days ago, she broke one of her toes against a bed leg and had been hobbling around painfully.  We were texting this morning …

She said, “I’ve decided to find a replacement for Sheriff ingredients tomorrow.”

I asked, “Ingredients?”

“Dumb dictionary!”

I laughed out loud and sniggered and she said, “Ignore it.”  Of course, that’s impossible.

I texted back, “How to make a sheriff…one uniform, one car, one partner…”

She added, “One doughnut, no, two doughnuts.”  Then she added, “The word ingredients was just supposed to be –ing at the end of sheriff for sheriffing.

I knew that, but I liked the mistake better—more scope for the imagination.

But Not Here

A conglomerate of wild flowers desperately guards the normally exciting, noisy stream

Large and small flowers, bushy, grassy, single stemmed, all drown the senses with amazing colors, all lean over the stream, embracing it for themselves, choking, slowing down the lively gush

Streams must pass and that is life

Desperately hoarding the lively, babbling water or a life’s running course only creates dammed up, silent, stagnate pools fit only for unwanted things

Streams must pass and that is life

The selfish plant life must be trimmed back, allowing the happy creek to bubble and babble on its way to God knows where…but not here

The selfish refusal to let go must be trimmed back to allow an aged father, who used to be a lively, bubbly human life, to flow on to God knows where…

but not here

From a beautiful but sad morning walk August 31st, 2017… I can’t stop my loved ones from flowing around the next bend and the next, any more than they can stop me.  That’s what makes streams and creeks so beautiful to us.  Enjoy the music of life while you’re in the presence of the magnificent rush…

Secret Prayer Brother

My Sweetie received a ball cap in the mail recently and he was so happy.  He said his Secret Prayer Brother had sent it.  I said, “Really?”  Maybe the men in the church had decided to set up a secret brothers encouragement group like the women’s secret sisters.  He said, “Me.”  I laughed.

A few days later, he was upset because we drove off to do our weekly grocery shopping and he had left his ball cap at home.  He likes wearing hats.  I started rambling about how I like to wear hats too and he interrupted, “It’s the cap from my Prayer Brother.”  Sentimental value.  Ha!

A Different Way

Drove to Boardman using State Route 9 to Highway 62 to Greenford to State Route 7 to Highway 224

Drove home the same way

The scenery in reverse

Trees, corn fields, barns, ponds, cattle, farm houses

When ready for the return to Boardman to complete business

I said, “Gotta go a different way.”

He said, “Which way?”

I said, “Highway  30.  Different scenery.”

Drove Lincoln Highway 30 to Lisbon to Freeway 11 north to Highway 224

Trees, corn fields, barns, ponds, cattle, farm houses

But different ones

Lost in Pittsburgh

Went out for a jaunt, a mosey along to Pittsburgh
through green countryside, crop fields and tall forests
among ancient brick homes and modern junky hole-on-the-walls

Stopped to walk through the Raccoon Creek Wild Flower Reserve then
over two-lane winding roads and on 4-lane freeways, then an under
mountain tunnel and then over bridges into a packed and totally
confusing city between three large rivers meeting together

We mosied on the wrong side of the freeway and jaunted east past the
Allegheny River until we were shunted off a side street and moved onto a
road over a bridge on the Allegheny going to north Pittsburgh and
worked our way back over the bridge finding ourselves in The Strip shopping area

Got hungry and saw a MacD’s suddenly but discovered ourselves on another bridge
jaunting back to the north side, worked our way back, turning here, there and
found the lot to park and eat lunch, then tried to go a bit south to see the river that
starts with an M that becomes the Ohio, but somehow got on a road that shunted us back over the river that starts with an M and into the tunnel going west and the only way to return would be to drive ten
miles turn around and get stuck in traffic going through the tunnel again…

We decided to go to a big indoor mall near Pittsburgh airport but after shunting here
turning there driving over yonder we never found an indoor mall and
instead jaunted, mosied along back home through green countryside on
winding 2-lane roads among growing crops of corn and tall green forests