The Typo

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.

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?


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?

Pizza Vs Patience

Did our grocery shopping, frozen foods in the cooler with ice,

then picked up a lunch splurge—East of Chicago pepperoni pizza.

Laid it on the back seat, hoping it would stay hot

on the short way home, but

we managed to get behind Moses and the Israelites

wandering through their third year in the wilderness

in the form of a minivan, then it turned off, but

we found the Israelites in their eleventh year

in the form of a rookie grain hauler that beat us at a light.

Eventually, the hauler pulled over, letting a bunch of us pass

and we then got behind the Israelites in their 35th year

in the form of an SUV that must have been lost.

All this time…the large pizza wafted it’s delicious fragrance

into our olfactory senses, driving us insane until finally

the Israelites pulled aside to let a bunch of cars pass and

we made it home, squealed into the garage, shoved all the

cold food in the freezer or fridge, and then


Terrors for Tutti and Tam

(Friday morning, July 17, 2020)

We haven’t bought paper plates in years, but with the 2020 pandemic virus, we can’t eat in our favorite restaurants, and eating in the car is messy, so, to protect the car, we bought a bag of heavy paper plates.

Now, this morning, the parakeet and I were alone.  I played online tablet games, sitting in the electric easy chair, while Tutti perched fluffy on my free finger and gazed at me adoringly (I assume adoringly).

A shocking crash bang clatter happened and then a heavy thud, thud sound.  Tutti flapped off squawking, while I had to wait idiotically as the electric easy chair slowly. lowered. the. foot. rest.  Still alive, I hopped out of the chair and carefully eyeballed the kitchen, no one.  Hands ready to deal killing blows, I slid over to the basement stairwell, nothing, then down the stairs, no one.  I warily opened the garage door, nothing out of place.  Okay, no Horrible Rioters or Vikings.

Back in the kitchen, I scanned the area again and noticed our bag of bottled water on the floor, like normal, but just beyond it lay the bag of heavy paper plates.  I deduced from the evidence that if it had rolled out of the cabinet (it’s stored on its side due to lack of room), it would have landed on the water bottles and then thudded onto the floor.  I straightened things up, so extremely grateful it hadn’t been vile assailants..