Here’s a texting with my sister just now…
Me: I plan on visiting Brenda this morning. The toads are clear.
Sister: Toads? Take some pictures please, I’ve never seen a clear toad before. Thanks!
Me: Ha! Roads!
Sister: Oh. And I was all excited.
Category: Real Life
What Month Is It?
(This happened on the morning of December 1st, 2020)
I went downstairs to put some paintings in storage for Christmas gifts.
Said, “Hi” to the Husband, working in his office.
He very seriously stated, while looking at the calendar on the wall, “Today is the first day of September.”
I stared at him for a second.
Was he messing with me? Or did he wishfully think we had more time in this year 2020?
I tried not to laugh and asked, “September?”
He suddenly realized what he’d said and shook his head.
“December! Don’t tell anyone!”
But I was already off to the computer, laughing.
When funnies happen on a snowy, cold day, one must share, mustn’t one?
The Wallet
One day, the Husband and I were shopping somewhere.
I was proverbially drooling over products, as usual.
Finding something interesting to buy, I looked around to
show the Husband, but he wasn’t there, except for two
women, also looking at things.
I asked them, “I seem to have lost my wallet, have you
seen him, he’s about 6’5″?”
They chuckled and suddenly the Husband
came around a corner and the chuckles turned to laughter.
A Strange Day
(October 29, 2020)
Had planned on, and dressed for, painting pictures today,
Then video-chatted with my sister online until my parakeet began screeching while flying here and there for no reason.
Ended the chat and the Husband tempted me to change clothes and go with him to Boardman to do errands.
An hour’s drive later, in rainy conditions, we did errands and had fun (book stores, eating out).
We also bought new bed sheets as our old ones were thread bare and then we drove home.
The Husband unwrapped the sheets to check them out, while I put a load of clothes in the washer, noticing that my canvasses were lined up but not yet painted.
The Husband came in distraught, saying, “I grabbed a King Size sheet package! These are King Size sheets!”
We need Queen Size sheets.
We packed up and drove an hour back to Boardman, still raining outside.
I told him he owed me a chocolate shake.
He exchanged the sheets, both he and the clerk making sure he had Queen Size.
We bought my chocolate shake and drove home.
Got home, put in a movie to watch while eating supper…
The DVD player stopped working, no amount of shaking and inspecting succeeded in waking it up.
It still rained outside.
We finished supper, staring at the TV sharing copious amounts of commercials and he decided to go to Salem and get another DVD player.
It’s still raining, and I’m home with the parakeet, because I just can’t drink another chocolate shake.
Diary Entry from May 15, 1998
(I just have a couple more of these diary notes I found earlier this year during COVID-19 boredom)
Watched a TV commercial tonight. I’ve seen it before — a new Trans-Am drives up behind a Camaro and “eats” it, leaving behind a metal shell. The Trans-Am looks shiny black, tough, and powerful. Anyone who drives such a muscle car is powerful and nobody can withstand such a person!
My husband said I should have a Trans-Am. I decided, no. “Muscle cars” only give a human the illusion, the fantasy of being powerful and strong. They only make us “feel” power. In reality, we have no real power. We can’t even control our own bowel movements! Why play charades with illusions?
Prose Me 