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Linda's Letters

Saturday, December 26, 2015

SPOILER ALERT: If you’re not a “Star Wars” fan, you might not “get” this column. So, good luck and may the Force be with you.)

In a galaxy far far away, lived a lovely princess named SilliLInda. (OK This is my fairy tale and if I want to be lovely, I can be lovely. So there.) She shared her beautiful castle with the man of her dreams, the ruggedly handsome and fearless adventurer, Hans Harry, and his furry friend, Chewbacca Sassy Sue.

It was a tumultuous time known as the Christmas holiday.

Saturday, November 28, 2015

Scrooge here.

Bah. Humbug.

Just thought you’d like to know there are only 26 more shopping days until Christmas.

I wanted to touch base with all you Happy Shoppers. I want to know what you’re drinking.

If anyone would have ever told me that there would come a day I would dread Christmas shopping, I would have said your Christmas bulbs weren’t screwed in tight.

Saturday, August 8, 2015

Last year while visiting Becky and future son-in-law living in Mineral Wells, Texas, they took us to several different places to eat. So when we were visiting them last week, I told Becky I wanted to go back to a little gas station/convenience store, Tommy's, for their delicious crispitos.

Saturday, July 25, 2015

As I floated around in my pool the other day, I contemplated life. This is what I concluded:

I am breathing. I am in my pool.

Therefore … life is good.

OK. It's not Dalai Lama. What did you expect? I don't mediate on a mountain in Tibet. I can't do a downward facing dog in yoga. Shoot. I can barely sit on my hind legs and beg like a dog.

What I'm trying to say is, I don't spend a lot of time trying to figure out life.

I want to say, I'm a simple gal with simple needs.

Ahhhh. But then I started to think about it. How simple is simple?

Saturday, July 11, 2015

Oy vey. What a week.

Harry and I worked on our pool deck. After 28 years, it was beyond shabby chic.

I painted all the brown wood white, we tore off old carpeting, laid new Caribbean blue carpeting and added white lattice.

I bought cool new, (but cheap because I'm on a fixed income now,) chairs in tropical blues and greens. When I couldn't find a white table without a glass top, I painted the old one a bright lime green. On a roll, I painted some of my old chairs the same green and bought a bright blue for another.

Harry was beginning to get afraid.

Saturday, June 27, 2015

When I was a kid, I loved Walt Disney. I loved his television shows like "Disneyland," "Walt Disney Presents" and "Walt Disney's Wonderful World of Color."

I was a huge fan of all his cartoons and characters.

When I learned about Disneyland in California, it was a dream of mine to someday go there. I especially wanted to visit Tomorrowland … a vision of the future as far into 1986. I could see his vision of a world with buildings that looked like spaceships and futuristic trains that ran in the sky. Oh, what a world it would be!

Saturday, June 13, 2015

Harry has many titles. He is my Hunter Man, my Fisher Man, my Honey Man … and now he has a new title.

He doesn't like to sit idle for too long. It's just not in his nature. So if he has spare time, he'll still find something to do.

Case in point: We spend Sundays at my mom's. He usually finds chores to do for my mom. Once in a great while he'll find himself choreless. Such was the case a few weeks ago. Roaming over the property, he noticed several carpenter bees and the damage they were doing to Mom's shed.

Saturday, May 30, 2015

How hard could it possibly be to find a good beanbag?

Well, I'm living proof of how hard it can be.

I grew up with a family of beanbaggers.

On any given summer Sunday at my Wernett grandparents' home where many of the clan gathered, some of the men played horseshoes and the rest of the adults and kids would have rousing good games of beanbags.

Saturday, May 16, 2015
SPECIAL TO THE TIMES NEWS @$:Harry Koehler with a 27 inch brown trout, weighing 6 1/2 pounds, caught at the Kunkletown Rod & Gun Club pond.

Recent phone conversation between Harry and Linda:

"Linda, I caught a big fish."

"That's nice dear. How big?"

"Big."

"Bigger than Bubba?"

"Yeah. Bigger than Bubba."

(Bubba is a large mouth bass he caught in Maine several years ago and Harry had him mounted. Bubba now graces a wall in Harry's office/trophy room.)

"It's a brown trout, 27 and inches long. It weighs six and a half pounds."

Wow! Even I knew that was big.

"Did you throw him back?"

"Are you nuts? I'm keeping it. Who would believe me if I didn't have the proof?"

Saturday, May 2, 2015

I have been after Harry for years to go to an eye doctor. But he seems to have an allergic reaction to the word "doctor." So he continues to buy his glasses at Rite Aid or Walmart.

I admit he appears to have 20/20 vision for distance. We can be driving along and he'll see a speck in a field that might be a deer and he'll say, "There's a tick on that deer."

In other words, he only needs glasses for reading and close-up work. While that may be just fine, I'm so tired of hearing, "Where are my glasses?"