Let’s face it, folks, left-handed people bear a burden, although I think it’s gotten better over the decades. According to that impeccable repository of information, (i.e., Wikipedia), approximately 10-percent of our society worldwide are southpaws. Machines ranging from scissors to power saws were generally produced with right-handed people in mind, and in the past, even in education if a child showed a preference to his left hand, he would be “encouraged” to use his right instead. Continue reading “Let’s Hear It for Southpaws!”
Bob keeps turning the lights off. I can always tell if he’s been through a room after me when I walk back in and the room is now dark. He’s even turned off the light with me still in the room, (conditioned response—“oops, sorry, honey!”)
Ostensibly, this is to save power, which means to save money, and my husband definitely loves to save money. Not that he’s not generous, some might say to a fault, but when it comes to getting the monthly bills, yeah, our house is pretty dark. One of our girls bought him this gift one year: Continue reading “Who turned off the light?”
The British Invasion meets a new generation…
…if only Ed Sullivan knew. Cheerio.
I tend a bit to the Phyllis Diller end of the housework continuum:
I like a clean and orderly home, naturally, but it needs to reach a critical mass before I’m overly motivated. If I don’t dust the furniture, it will only gather more dust and so much the better in which to write Bob a love note. On the other hand, if I’m not out in my garden watering and such, my green babies might DIE!
Now really, which is more important??
So it’s pretty amazing what Continue reading “Phyllis Diller, my heroine”
Just in case you need a little pick-me-up in the dirge of current events. From the mouths of babes….
OH! The things I can do on my new computer!! Messing about with photos is just so much fun!
Those who know me, know this is not what I look like, (albeit most have never seen me first thing in the morning). YAOW-ZA
I tried to find a free glamour photo editing app, but despite wasting an inordinate amount of time in doing so, I was unsuccessful. Either, a) such an item doesn’t exist (at least for free, because I’m not going to waste money trying to look like a red carpet wannabe), and b) even if it does exist, I’ve tried to picture myself as a modern day version of Marilyn Monroe, but something gets horribly lost in the translation. So here’s what I found: Continue reading “Who is that?”
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