quickie- Home & Garden show

 I'm not sure that it is called the home and garden show...but something very similar.  I have seen the show advertised for a couple of months. I got rather excited about the show - plants, seeds and all.    It is held at the Bell County  bright silver dome on hwy 121 south of Belton.  

We went today, Sunday.  Entrance is $7. 

The show was primarily people selling new windows, hot tubs, makeup, 2 chiropractic folks, Ford truck, insurance, water stuff, bath tubs, remodeling - I won't go on.  What is was Not:  GARDEN.   In spite of the title, no garden stuff.  We didn't go to be sold stuff.  We wanted GARDEN stuff.  We will save our $7 next year.

Pause now as I let you know that hiccups just started.  I am starting to have hiccups about once a day.  Now, they are gone.  Do they make a drug for hiccups?   I mean, do they make a legal drug.  If you take the wrong stuff, you 'll never know you had hiccups.   Great word:  hiccups.  Some folks put a hyphen in the middle: hic-cups.  Nuff.

No garden stuff.  We finally found the Bell county master gardeners who were selling trinkets instead of gardening. And then we found storage sheds.  Sheds could be gardening.   Do you need some pavers for your backyard?  How about a walk-in bathtub with appropriate remodeling of your bathroom?  So it goes.  something to complain about.  needed something to complain about.  it makes my day.  One young lady trapped my wife at a makeup booth.  I told the boss standing there, that I needed to save her because my wife wasn't going to buy anything.   Eventually, I believe I made the young lady mad as I whisked off my wife.

It never dawned on me  until now that my wife might have been enjoying that attention.  Too Late.

later.  GARDEN SHOW!!!!    nevermind

m  

my palm itches

    We have heard stories over the years about things which are true.  There was one about ear itch that meant someone is talking about you.  They are out there.  Old wives tales - not that I don't like old wives.  I'm married to one.  Broken mirror equals 7 years bad luck.  Feed a cold; starve a fever.  How about the bit that people go crazy when there is a full moon?

     Aside:  I think I should be using an "  '  " after the word wives.   Is it wives (plural) or wives' possessive? Could it be plural possessive?  Perhaps that is best put off for another time.  That I shall do.

    When I retired to my bed chamber last night (I went to bed), the palm of my left hand started to itch.  I thought about lotion, but, cheeee, lotion has always been a last resort for me.  Even, then, I've NEVER noticed an itch solved by lotion or itch cream.  Maybe it is just me.

    So, my left palm itches.  I awoke my customary 5 times during the night to  - well, you know -  each time, the palm still had an itch. Then, I remembered the old wives' tale:  If your palm itches, money is coming your way.  Word it anyway you like, this is one tale that I am choosing to believe.  

Whar's the Cash?  

    I'm still waiting.  Nobody has knocked upon my door - or called from Pub. clearing house (you have to enter, to win) - none of that has happened.  My neighbor to the east just got a delivery left on the porch.  A quick trip over there might deliver a profit.  Just a thought.

Maybe, certainly Maybe, in today's mail.   Money to sooth the palm.  C'mon, sooth me baby.

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I am using the word "just" too often in this missive.

I might mention here, that I just had a thought.  I turned on the cell phone - typed - and whammo, the internet has listings of old wives' tales.  I can see a book being written.   The Idiot's Guide to Old Wives' Tales.  It could be as helpful as Poor Richard's Almanac  - with a nod to Benjamin Franklin.  I'll get started on that tomorrow.  

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Speaking of that, here's another book that I wanted to write, actually several books, a series:     

    49 Things To See & Do in ____________.   Put the name of a town or a county or a state or a community into the blank.   Example:  I live in Bell County.  49 Things To See & Do in Bell County.  Now you start to make a list.  Of course, you could pick the easy way out.  List all the towns in the County.  But, no, you must actually do the leg work.  .  .  . .  Each item must by listed with a photo.  Take a picture of the courthouse.  Then, give a short history of the courthouse.  Salado has its mermaid lore.  Killeen is right there next to Fort Hood - soon to be renamed because Hood was a Confederate.  East of Temple is a little community with Green's meat market and cafe.  I'd list Buc-ees in north Temple.  

    Can you see the possibility?  Every town in Texas surely can find 49 things to see.  Certainly, every County could.  Perhaps 49 is the wrong number.   I do like odd numbers like 77, 49, 53, or 61.  Numbers like 25 and 50  are "just" too plain.  But to keep the book(s) consistent all over the State, one number must be used by all.   Each book must have a different color cover...maybe, in the local school colors - if only one school is to be had.

    These books could be printed at home - those would resemble a pamphlet.   37 things to do in Waco.  I smile with inner-glow at my brilliance.  

Ooooo Ooooo Ooooo   Franchise.   Sell the concept to a local historian.  They gather the info - you print, staple, art work - deliver  - take a nap on the couch.  

Now where can I find that financing?

The palm is itching again.

Hey! Somebody bring me some Lotion?

Love,  m3   

Saved emails + brrrrrrr3

Let's get the weather over with first.  By 9 a.m. this morning, we have gone above 32 degrees.  It is now (almost 4 pm) about 36 degrees -- a heat wave is upon thee.

Looking forward to temperatures in 24 more hours.   My furnace is getting tired of exercising.  It wants to hand the ball over to the A.C.  With a heat pump, it's almost the same thing.

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Decided to erase some of my old emails.  My mailbox has 1015 saved emails, most of which I have no idea what they say.  Some I save because my deceased relatives and friends sent them  It is sorta a way to keep them close by.  I'm sure my children will delete everything when the time comes.  I might caution them that I have hidden instructions on how to find that missing $100,000 inside one of the emails.  The cash is buried .....

(At this point one of my children has muttered, "What missing $100,000?")

From 2015 came a list.  The writer is stating things that bother him.  I did not originate this list.  I do not have the slightest idea who sent it to me - sometimes I copy emails and resend to myself in order to edit the content.  And, yes, I did edit this list.  I'll be glad to give credit to the author, if known.  

Or, he can SUE me.  He'll soon learn how little money retired teachers have stored away.  Nuff.  Here is the list from 2015.

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My 75th year kindergarten reunion is coming up soon and I'm worried about the 195 lbs. I've gained.

The location of your mailbox shows you how far away from your house you can be in a robe, before you start looking like a mental patient.

 

My therapist said that my narcissism causes me to misread social situations. I'm pretty sure she was hitting on me.

 

My 60 year kindergarten reunion is coming up soon and I'm worried about the 195 lbs. I've gained.

 

I'm getting kind of tired always slowly raising my hand when someone asks, "Who does something like that?!?"

 

Four-time NASCAR Sprint Cup champion Jeff Gordon announced that this will be his final season of racing. You could tell it was time for him to retire during his last race when he had his blinker on the whole time.

 

The speed in which a woman says "nothing" when asked "What's wrong?" is inversely proportional to the severity of the storm that's coming.

 

Denny's has a slogan, 'If it's your birthday, the meal is on us.' .....If you're in Denny's and it's your birthday... your life sucks!

 

If I make you breakfast in bed, a simple "Thank you" is all I need.....not all this, "how did you get in my house" business!

 

The pharmacist asked me my birthday again today....Pretty sure she's going to get me something.

 

I can't understand why women are okay that JC Penny has an older women's clothing line named, "Sag Harbor."

 

I think it's pretty cool how Chinese people made a language entirely out of tattoos.

 

What is it about a car that makes people think we can't see them pick their nose?

brrrrr 2

Wednesday.

Day 2 of 24 hours under 32 degrees.

Thursday.

Tomorrow, Day 3; however, they talk warming.

Weekend.

Looks like we are back above 50 degrees - some into the 60s.

Nobody has asked me today.  I thought I made it perfectly clear in "brrrrr."  {See below.}  I don't like cold weather.  never have.  never will.  never.  ever.

When I was a fourth grader in Crete, Nebraska.  It snowed in the winter.  My folks had bought us shoes with deep treads on the bottom - seems like those would be forerunners to waffle stompers.  My spell check doesn't like "stompers" as a word.  

In the fourth grade at school, there would be a tall pile of snow.  The boys would climb up and slide down the hill, standing up.  Seemed fun.  No sleds; just feet.  I gave it a try and was immediately ostracized by the others.  My waffle stomper's soles dug out ditches in the slide.

Nobody loves me.  It was a relief to move to Texas.  We only had sand dunes for sliding.  That was fun. You can roll down a sand dune.  Never tried rolling down an iced hill.

Have you ever noticed that a furnace never fails in the summer.   My rent house up in north Texas.  It is failing to ignite.  Of course.  One more thing to whine about.  It's like the ice fairy has focused in on me.   Nobody loves me.

It is sorta like you never have a solar eclipse around midnight.   But, you could have ( I believe ) a lunar eclipse in daylight.  Actually, I am not sure about that since the placement of the moon in the Earth's shadow might not do that.  Don't quote me on that moon thought.

Now I am going to list all the good things about winter:

1.

   

I'll try to return tomorrow with more.

mtz3