Another Day

It's another day in my world. They all run together since I'm in my wonderful golden years. I don't know if it's Tuesday or Sunday. What difference does it make? should I care? I look at the newspaper to find out what day it is.
Last night I was as wide awake as a hoot owl all night. I don't have a job and if I had one I'm sure I'd be fired before noon.
In my very early days we lived in a house without electric lights. Our only light  was a Kerosene lamp in each room. Well, not in every room. If you wanted a light in the bedroom you took the lamp with you. The adults were the only ones responsible enough to carry a lamp anywhere. Now we zoom forward to the 21st century and we have a light in our phone and keychain. The only phone in the earlier days hung on the wall.
Such is life !

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The End

The Olden Days

You reach a certain point in your life when whatever happens has already happened at least once.  You have a passport for the Go-to-Heaven train and nobody at the station seems to know when it's leaving. I really don't want to know anyway, so there.
I'm waiting for another great-grandchild and that is exciting. It's a girl and she will be born April 12th. When we had our kids about all we knew was that a baby was coming and we had the fun of guessing what sex it was. We had to pick out a boy name and a girl name. Some people even ended up with twins and didn't have a clue. 
We got through a Winter without a ton of snow. 
I hate cooking and with a sore leg and foot, it's rather difficult to hobble around and cook anything. TV dinners will be the dinner. Some of them are not bad. I like Mexican food so I bought what was called a Burrito Bowl.  It was so spicy hot it was terrible. The next time I bought a chicken fried steak. How can they ruin that? I will find out because it will be my dinner tonight.

The picture is my sister-in-law, Florence, cooking a dinner for us visitors.  Her little girl is Alice Marie and I am holding my first born, Kenny.
No new news so this is it.

Ed is Dead

 This is a true story. A grumpy lady was hired to answer the phone in a car repair business down in Union Gap. One of the mechanics named, Ed, passed away. From what, I do not know. He was very busy and had many people calling and asking for him. The grumpy old lady had few words for anyone so when someone would call and ask for Ed, she would answer, " Ed is dead" and hang up. Chris told me this true story. We were going to an afternoon dance for the tired retired folks and sit around a big table while waiting for someone to ask you to dance. One day a couple asked if they could sit at our table and said his name was Ed. Chris looked at me and I looked at Chris. Chris knew what I was thinking and I knew what Chris was thinking. We were mistaken, Ed wasn't dead.