Friday, September 19, 2014

Linda's Letters

Saturday, December 4, 2010

On Thanksgiving Day, our family sits around the table and composes our Christmas Wish Lists and then we make copies and hope Christmas Day we'll find exactly what we want under the Christmas tree.

My 10-year-old niece, Abby, used her dad's laptop and gave us a power-point presentation!

As I sat there with my paper and pencil trying to jot down her list I felt like I was in a business meeting with a high-powered executive.

There was one slight problem.

To this old dinosaur, it was like she was talking in a foreign language.

Saturday, November 13, 2010

It's a couple of days after Veterans Day. Did you hug a veteran? If not, do so. And then say, "Thank you."

As a young person, I never paid too much attention to the whole Veterans Day thing. But I do know that my sister and I were brought up to respect God, country and flag. We thought we were pretty patriotic.

Our dad was a United States Marine and proud of it. Through osmosis, we were proud of him and his service. We didn't know any better. It was the way we were raised. My sister went on to serve in the United States Air Force and I'm very proud of her.

Saturday, November 6, 2010

So there I am in my shower this morning. What should be a pleasant soothing experience turns out to be a very stressful but educational event.

As the hot water sluices over me, I allow my mind to wander on to nothing of importance. I'm enjoying the delightful feel of being totally relaxed, warm and fuzzy. Then I make the mistake of opening my eyes.

Right in my line of vision is what appears to be dirty grungy grout. I look up, down and around.

My beautiful white ceramic tiles are a sickly gray with grayish black grout lines.

OK. Explain this to me.

Saturday, October 30, 2010

A couple of weeks ago, I was singing, "A haunting we will go, A haunting we will go, Heigh ho the dairy-o, a haunting we will go."

I was excited about a night of ghost hunting with the Blue Mountain Paranormal Society at Broney's Hotel in Lehighton, which has a reputation of being haunted. BMPS invites the public to take part in their investigations, using their equipment, just like on the hit show, "Ghost Hunters."

Saturday, October 23, 2010

'Tis the Scary Season.

This is the time of year when we talk about haunted houses, things that go bump in the night, witches, goblins and ghosts, oh my.

While I will admit, all those things are scary, here are a few other things I find frightening.

Take my eyebrows.

A while back I really stared at the large family portrait that hangs above my mom's sofa. It had been taken over 25 years ago and I've seen it a million times. But this day I was fascinated about how we had all changed. Then I really looked at myself.

Saturday, October 9, 2010

Perfect: complete in all respects; without defect or omission; sound; flawless; in a condition of complete excellence.

Perfection: the act or process of perfection; the quality or condition of being perfect; a person or thing that is the perfect embodiment of some quality.

Perfect I'm not.

But that doesn't mean I don't want people and things in my life to be perfect.

Take marriage.

Harry and I celebrated our 39th wedding anniversary last Saturday. He did every thing perfect.

Saturday, October 2, 2010

It's time for another one of Linda's Fairytales.

"The only way to make a man trustworthy is to trust him." Henry L. Stimson

Once uponce a time there was a good-hearted broommaker. He lived with his dear wife in a little town in the land of Pennsylvania's Amish countryside, where together they made old-fashioned brooms to sell.

The broommaker sometimes found fallen branches that he cleaned then put a nice shiny protective coat on them for handles. They were unique works of art.

Saturday, September 18, 2010

Harry and I are in Puppy Love.

A few weeks ago I told you all that Harry was getting a new Beagle puppy. We were looking for help in coming up with a name for her.

I thought I'd share with you the suggestions that I received.

Meg Carpenito of Little Gap said her son and girlfriend got a puppy and it runs so fast they named it Bullet. Meg thought Bullet would be perfect for a speedy and fast hunting dog. When I told Harry, he thought it was a great name and put it on his list.

Saturday, September 11, 2010

As I walked out of Dr. Donald Newman's office last year, I was scoffing at his diagnosis.

"Cataracts. Hmmmph. I'm way too young for cataracts. That's an old person's condition."

I mentally disregarded the visit. After all, Mom was told she had cataracts four years ago and she keeps telling me they're not "ripe" yet for surgery.

Saturday, September 4, 2010

When I found Foo Foo alongside of the road on my way to work one morning, I was devastated.

I picked up her beautiful calico stiff body and walked back to the house, bawling my eyes out, all the while alternated calling her "my beautiful kitty" then "you stupid cat" knowing she had tried to cross the road and didn't make it.

As we buried her close by, I swore, "No more cats!"

It was just too painful to grow to love them and then lose them.

But, less than four months later, Becky started a campaign for a new kitty. I resolved to stay firm in my decision.