Tuesday, June 28, 2016

Linda's Letters

Saturday, September 1, 2012

Oy. What a week.

Saturday, August 18, 2012

A couple of years ago I was told by a doctor that I had arthritis in my back.

He made it official.

I'm old.

See, when I was a kid with not a care in the world, if I ever heard the word arthritis, I immediately associated the word with "Old People."

So in my mind, when he told me I had arthritis, I knew I had reached that dreaded milestone and had become an "Old Person."

I had a bit of a flare up over the weekend and I used a cane to help me get up and moving.

Harry looked at the cane and said, "Do you really need it?"

Saturday, August 11, 2012

My sister Diane and I play Bingo twice a year when we help support the West End Rotary Club and the Eldred Township Historical Society at their Longaberger Basket Bingos.

Recently, we heard the call of the Bingo. We talked about going for a fun night of playing regular Bingo but with busy schedules, it was hard to find a night that worked for us both.

Last Thursday we found ourselves free and armed with Bingo chips, crayons, Bingo dabbers, Bingo magnetic wands and lucky charms for a big Bingo night out.

Saturday, July 28, 2012

So the other night, Harry was watching Turtleman on a show called "Call of the Wildman" on the Animal Planet television station.

He only gets away with watching it or something else like "Gator Boys" if I'm eyeball deep into reading my latest novel.

Of course when Turtleman was running around a room like the wild man that he is, chasing an angry raccoon that had taken up residence in a fraternity house, I admit I had to steal a glance or two every time he'd give his irritating Rebel yell ..."EEEEEEEEEEEEE!" to see what was going on.

Saturday, July 21, 2012

"We're having a heat wave, a tropical heat wave, the temperature's rising, it isn't surprising ..."

It's a little warm these days. And nights. The temperatures reached 90 degrees and above every day in July so far. But who's counting?

I'm not complaining. I'm just observing.

So, how hot is it?

Well, it's so hot the Devil was seen at Shea's Hardware buying an air conditioner.

It's so hot I saw Mae Borger running through the sprinklers in the garden section at Wal-Mart.

It's so hot, the Statue of Liberty has arm pit stains.

Monday, July 9, 2012

I wait nine months out of the year for summer. While other people complain about how hot it is, I just smile. No complaints from me. You can't enjoy swimming unless it's a hot sunny day.

But I love summer for more than hot days that allow me to be in my pool.

Summer presents an amazing palette of color everywhere.

I couldn't begin to name all the beautiful shades of greens that abound. All winter long, I yearn for the greens of summer.

Saturday, June 30, 2012

The ants go marching one by one, hurrah, hurrah, the ants go marching one by one, hurrah, hurrah, the ants go marching eight by eight and ruined a perfectly good Funny Cake, and they all go marching down to the ground, BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!

I'm highly upset. Not that I had ants, but because they stole my Funny Cake from me!

My Aunt Arlene use to make Funny Cakes and then my mom started to make them. Hmmm, good. This Pennsylvania Dutch treat marries a combination of all my favorites ... pie crust, white cake and gooey chocolate.

Saturday, June 23, 2012

Roses are red, Violets are blue, This is the week I saw the orange Ditch Lily in bloom.

Driving home from work yesterday, I noticed the beautiful orange Ditch Lilies blooming. OK. Maybe they were blooming for a few days already, but I only noticed them yesterday. Maybe I had less on my mind as I traveled home or maybe God just opened my eyes to them because He thought I needed a little beauty in my life.

Saturday, June 16, 2012

Did you ever notice how things sometimes occur in threes? Like, you can go for months or years and never give thought to something. Then you are made aware of it and the subject comes up again and again.

Like turtles.

So why did the turtle cross the road?

To get to the other side, of course. But why?

I've seen three turtles in three weeks, all crossing the road. To me, that's a lot. I haven't seen a turtle in months and months and then suddenly ... three in the last three weeks.

Saturday, June 9, 2012

OK, picture this. It's 1959. Fifth grade. Mr. Howard Borger says, "Class, take out your history books."

I feel my brain begin to glaze over. All I can think of is, "Oh no. More dead people."

That's how I viewed history. Lots of dates of stuff that happened a billion years ago and names of lots of dead people I was going to have to memorize so I could get a passing grade.

I hated history.