:: I crack myself up. I got this idea from The Bloggess. Zen-Den thinks that I have a future career as a banana engraver.
:: Anyone else remember back to when bloggers did silly things like this all the time? I miss those times.
:: Do You Make Other People Happy? I try, kids. I try.
It’s been hotter than normal around here this summer. Late yesterday afternoon, when the heat and humidity were at their worst, I went to the grocery. It was a miserable time to be outside.
Standing under the awning outside the entrance to the doors to the store were two boys about 15 years old. The first kid, Frick, was big and had very curly, light brown hair; his smile was ginormous. Behind him was a super skinny, shorter kid with straight dark hair– and a very loud voice.
They were selling a restaurant coupon book for their high school football team. And they were doing it in such a way that I was trapped standing out in the sun while they gave me their sales pitch.
- Frick: [gliding smoothly into my path toward the door] Hi! We’re selling a coupon book with lots of really awesome stickers in it for our football team.
- Frack: [loudly, jumping to the side of Frick] They’re not stickers…. THEY’RE COUPONS. FOR RESTAURANTS.
- Frick: [stepping in front of Frack while still blocking my way into the store] Oh yea, that’s it. We’re selling a book of coupons to really awesome places to eat like McDon—
- Frack: [loudly, pushing Frick aside] GREAT DEALS.
- Frick: [elbowing Frack aside, not missing a beat] –alds and some pizza places. This is for our football team and it’d be gre–
- Frack: [loudly, jumping to the other side of Frick] GOOD COUPONS.
- Frick: [standing up very tall and stretching his shoulders out to stop Frack from coming anywhere near me] It’d be great if you could buy one…
- Frack: [loudly, standing behind Frick trying to jump high enough to see me over his head] GREAT DEALS. [jump] FOR RESTAURANTS.
- Frick: [sighing and allowing Frack to stand beside him] … for only $20.00.
- Frack: [loudly, bouncing in place] TWENTY DOLLARS.
Now anyone who knows me knows that I’ll buy just about anything from a kid. And anyone who knows me knows that I’ll do just about anything to not stand out in the hot sun. Meaning that this transaction was a done deal before the first word came out of Frick’s mouth.
So I bought one of the coupon books.
I doubt that we’ll ever use anything in there, but that doesn’t matter. The entertainment value of Frick & Frack’s sales pitch was priceless. Definitely one of the best I’ve experienced in a long time. It makes me think that someone over at the local high school is doing something right. What exactly that right thing is, I’m not sure. But something.
‘Cuz man-oh-man, those two boys were effective. And funny.
Here’s what I’ve thought about this week. Brought to you by the letter “N.”
• Me. I started reading a Nancy Drew mystery this week. I saw it on the shelf as I walked by the guest bedroom and thought “why not?” Having read it decades ago, I don’t remember the plot of the story so it’s all new to me. All I know is that I loved Nancy Drew. Unlike Laura Ingalls who I knew I could never be, Nancy Drew’s example of “do good” behavior gave me hope that I could become someone useful and cool when I grew up. Whether or not I’ve accomplished this goal, I don’t know; but at the very least she showed me that attention to detail and an independent spirit could take you far in this world.
• Us vs. Them. I’ve never, ever seen so many narcissistic people on TV in one week as I have this week. Hello, Washington! How are you weasels doing? Let’s review what narcissism is, shall we? It’s shallow, self-absorbed behavior in which your need to be important trumps everyone else’s right to exist; combine this behavior with being overly sensitive to perceived criticism, and we have an egotistical, whiny person who only focuses on himself or herself. Sound like anyone in DC? Oh, yes– I know, it sounds like everyone in the U.S. Congress. It’s time for all you
weasels children people to shut up… sit down… and do something productive.
• We. So we’re going to pay our bills. Good idea. That would be the responsible thing to do. As WE have racked them up, now WE must pay them down. I hope that there will be less bills in our future. That would be an example of reducing. And I pray that there will be more money in the coffers. That would be an example of regulating & refining. But I fear that until Americans understand that the U.S. Constitution starts with the words “WE the people” none of the common sense things that need to be done will be done. And this nonsense will continue forever.
We’re getting a new front door– or more accurately: a new Entry System.
[One must use the jargon that one encounters when one is working with individuals in a new and different industry, mustn’t one?]
Three times during the last few week we met here at the house with the sales rep from the door and window store. While our windows are fine, our front door is older, wooden, and because of sun exposure, impossible to keep properly refinished. Many of our neighbors have replaced their Entry Systems with more energy-efficient/visually pleasing doors and sidelights. So after talking with the sales rep, we decided to do the same thing.
Our new Entry System will be a six-panel American cherry-stained fiberglass door with no glass in it. Half sidelights and an arched transom with beveled glass and gluechip glass complete the Entry System. Pretty and private.
Of course, it’ll be weeks until this door is made; having a special order arched transom slows production down a bit. And then who knows how long after that until the door can be installed.
Nothing is fast in the world of home improvement. But that’s probably a good thing. It gives me more time to practice saying Entry System out loud– without rolling my eyes as I say it. Lord knows, I wouldn’t want to use the wrong term for our new front door. 😉
I saw this meme at Sweet Tea. I thought that it looked like a fun “dog days of summer I have nothing else to say because my brain is fried” kind of post.
I’m to list 7 random things about myself… add this button to my post… and then invite other bloggers to do the same thing. Consider yourself invited.
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1. I like mushrooms and pineapple on my pizza. Don’t judge. It’s good. Zen-Den refers to it as “dessert” pizza.
2. I stood in line at Starbucks behind Peter Frampton one day. I didn’t realize it at the time, but later when I saw his photo in the newspaper I realized that the handsome, pleasant Englishman in front of me, who everyone in the shop was looking at, was Peter Frampton.
3. I love to go for walks in city parks. Movement + people watching = entertainment. Throw in a few inquisitive dogs on a leash and I’m smiling for hours after I finish walking.
4. I like palm trees. They are happy trees. When I see them in real life I know that I’m on vacation. When I see them in photos I remember that I was on vacation– near happy trees– having a good time.
5. I don’t like pastel pink. I like fuchsia, dark pink, or honeysuckle; these shades of pink have some zing to them. But pastel pink makes me anxious and irritable. It’s too demure and passive for me.
6. I think that social media is lots of fun, but that too many people take it way too seriously. Lighten up, people. Live from your heart, not from your FB friend count.
7. I have narrow feet. Finding shoes that fit is difficult and always has been. For me, when it comes to shoes, it’s not about getting what I want– as much as taking what I’m given.
I found this photo when I was going through some boxes of stuff that I’ve dragged around with me for years. I’ve been in an organizing mood of late. Most of the stuff in the boxes was of no value, but this photo– well, it’s a classic. Worthy of note.
It’s a photograph of my third grade class. I’m the girl in the middle of the front row holding my hands behind my back. With long blonde hair. Sporting a lovely pair of cat eye spectacles. Tres chic!
Looking at this photo I have no idea why I’m not wearing a cute little plaid dress like the other girls. I had lots of them, but for some reason I’m standing there in a shapeless jumper. My mother worked when I was a kid, so maybe this was the only outfit that was clean that day for me to wear. That could be it. Or maybe I forgot that it was photo day and put the jumper on instead of something cute. That’s probably more like it.
I have good memories of third grade. Mrs. Bosh, our teacher, was enthusiastic and fun. The kids in my class were silly and goofy and friendly. I remember adoring arithmetic & science, and that we did the coolest art projects. I remember despising spelling tests, while thoroughly enjoying music class.
I also remember receiving my first Nancy Drew book that year. It was a birthday present from the girl on the end of the front row nearest to the teacher. I still have the book in fact.
But what I remember the most about third grade is that we played lots of games on the playground– and we included everyone. No cliques. No clubs. No snobs. That’s what was coming our way in fourth grade.
Of course, we didn’t know that yet when this photo was taken. We were still just a bunch of happy kids. Friends. Wearing our best clothes and smiling for the camera.
As I sit here typing this post I’m watching our neighbor’s sprinkler system water their lawn. Putting aside the fact that it is midday and the sun is at its hottest while the sprinkler system waters their lawn, I’ve found myself in a bit of a moral dilemma. The sort of dilemma that an observant, kind-hearted person, such as myself, could only find herself in.
Here’s the deal. We don’t have an automated lawn watering system. I am our watering system– complete with hoses, oscillating sprinklers, and a decidedly lethargic approach to lawn care. I water when the spirit moves me and in a random pattern when I get around to it.
Our neighbors, on the other hand, have a perfectly positioned, professionally maintained sprinkler system that evenly and consistently waters their grass. Or at least that’s what the neighbors, who are never here at midday, think is happening.
The reality is that the men who positioned the sprinkler heads have sent the water shooting into a tree and a wall, which is causing the water to bounce back into small portions of our lawn instead of evenly watering the neighbor’s lawn.
Now the angelic [do good] part of my being is saying that I really should go over to the neighbor’s house and tell them that their sprinkler system is amiss… that their professionals have made a mistake or two when positioning the sprinkler heads.
But the devilish [lazy butt] part of my being is shouting “yes! less lawn for me to water” and resists making the effort to tell the neighbors what’s really going on with their lawn… figuring that it is up to them to monitor their own property.
So there you have it, my gentle readers. A moral dilemma. In a non-friendly suburb. Noted by me because I pay attention.
What say ‘ye? Do I tell them, or not?