Posts tagged ‘Soup To Nuts’

April Spring Showers !

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Last week the temperature was 62 degrees outside, today we are faced with rain.  Students have given up hopes of missed school days because of the weather. The best offered was getting to sleep in for two extra hours before going to school because of fog.    

On St. Patrick’s Day, one man in Colonial Springs was busy cooking supper on the outside grill.  Two streets over a man was out on his riding lawn mower. 

El Niño has been good to Indiana.

April showers can be expected soon.  Let’s hope we do NOT have a repeat of the April storm of a few years past.  The storm warnings came over the television then the icefalls were falling from the sky.  The hail hit with the force of angry rocks.  I kept waiting for my windows to shatter.  The hail bounced off the street, splashed in the back yard and batter my roof until I felt like I was inside a tin-can target at a shotgun practice. 

The bombardment stopped, moving on to a different city after fifteen minutes.  Neighbors came outdoors to talk and check on the damage.  The car hood looked pitted as though someone had taken a baseball bat to it.  The roof of the house would carry evidence of the storm that would be soon fixed by insurance leaving the pings imprinted by the hail just a memory.

My husband called from work in Columbus.  He was asking about his new garden tomatoes.  He heard we might be getting some rain with a bit of wind.  Well you can kiss those tomato plants goodbye.   

Today we have a slight rain shower but we can’t trust Mother Nature.   While the now famous weather phenomenon has brought an unusually pleasant winter to Indiana, we could still get two to four inches of snow.

Remember this is Indiana.  The bad weather isn’t over until AFTER the boys high school basketball tourneys. 

 

 

 

March 20, 2016 at 3:12 pm Leave a comment

The Misshapen Snowman

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Ah . . the first snowfall of winter.  There was something magical about it, just as there was when you were a kid.  It was wonderful at first to see the snowfall but all right, we’ve had enough already!

This is the season of the misshapen snowman.  The fluctuating of temperatures provided both the perfect setting for snowman-building, and a factor of its inevitable thaw.  These snow sculptures stand tall for their public, hard packed and solid.  Then the heat of the sun – turns them bleak and frail. 

At first, my nephew’s snowman had that rundown look, a tad unrecognizable.  Looking in the yard now you would question: What could that clump of snow be?  Was it an occasional heap of winter rubble?  Now it is mixed with leaves, and dirt.  It takes a second glance to know this shapeless statue was once a snowman. 

Finally the snowman is a non descriptive icon of snow.  In fact, it look as if it was near a microwave  —  nuked.

There was a precious persona even in its disintegration.  In the snowman’s short life,  my nephew built a monument to  the winter blahs,  for however long or short it was.

 

 

 

January 11, 2016 at 1:05 pm 1 comment

Christmas Shopping !

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Now the fun can begin. Less than twenty shopping days until Christmas.  Why is it that many of us wait until the very last minute to do our holiday shopping?

Only once could you find me shopping exactly three days before Christmas.  On that day I made a promise to myself, I would never let the shopping days slip away again!

You do not want to find yourself looking for that perfect gift for your loved one on the day before Christmas.  Why?  Because you might not find anything.  That’s why my brother-in-law always winds up with more than one sweatshirt.  When people wait, they can’t find him anything.

Other than the food court, I can’t picture why people enjoy shopping the week before Christmas.  The day after Thanksgiving is traditionally known for being the biggest shopping day in retail.  If we understand this, then why would someone want to fight the crowds two days before Christmas?

The last thing I want to do is spend four or five hours of my time meandering all over the mall, getting pushed and shoved around by a mob of shoppers.

No, I do not cop out of the experience by giving a gift certificate.  Although that idea, for some people is better appreciated.

I do the biggest majority of Christmas shopping in July.  It’s a trade-off, I shop with no hassles.  I leave the shopping on December 23rd to those who want to fight the crowd.

 

 

 

 

December 5, 2015 at 7:56 pm Leave a comment

A Time To Vote !

November, the  month  of  elections  and  turkeys.      A  likely  combination  if you ask me.

Another election is right around the corner and I must admit politicians can be some of my favorite people.  They are, and have been, some of the most colorful people ever placed on this earth.

Campaigners won’t let us forget that it is election time.  Political ads, and yard signs are everywhere.  Political signs sprout in the fall like dandelions in spring.

I enjoy seeing them.  It reminds me that people are actually supporting the electoral process.  True, voter turn out might not be as heavy as we would want it to be, but citizens should know who is running for elected office.

Here in Greenwood, signs particularly for local elections line the streets.  You can’t miss them.  There is no reason for anyone not to vote.  Citizens are aware of the election weeks in advance.

True, it may be trivial and unsightly when we see the candidate’s signs in someone’s yard or at stop lights.  Yet, these signs become a vital part of our lives and experiences.

Will you vote?  I hope so.  If you don’t vote . . . then don’t complain.  Take a stand, decide on what side of the fence you are, make yourself believe in something and vote!  

Driving to the newspaper office this morning I couldn’t help but see signs for a new coroner.  The brightly colored signs remind that a certain person has a wide variety of backgrounds and work experience.  But, that is one office I cannot get excited about.

November 4, 2015 at 7:38 pm Leave a comment

Touchdown . . . . ??

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My nephew is getting ready for his first big game.  He is a football player now.  When he first brought home his uniform, he wore it for most of the day. 

My little nephew  Doug,  came over and showed us  his football gear.    He looked so tiny in his football uniform.   I could almost cry when I saw how  the  mammoth equipment engulfed him.   His bright  red  jersey should intimidate any opposition team. 

He showed me his helmet.  He took special note of the face guard, chin strap and soft padding inside.  I was glad to see a plastic mouthpiece attached, leaving no emergency trip to the dentist.

Doug proudly shows a big number seven on the front and back of his jersey. He has shoulder pads under his shirt that adds a good six inches to his width.  With the hip, knee, and thigh pads in place he resembles a roly-poly about to tip over.  He waddles as he walks.  Only once did he step on my toes with his cleats.

I watched as my husband went out and showed him the right way to hold the football.  His little fingers barely covered the lacing.  When he brought up the ball so that it was just behind his ear to toss, it looked about the size of his head. 

His first lesson was to take the snap of the ball.  The football held high ready to throw then he lets his arm swing down in front.  He drops the ball more than a few times.  I yell that he should take the snap from his wrist.  One more try and then the ball sailed across the grass.

They decided to throw the football in the front yard. The little guy’s first few passes were wobbly.  I yell that my husband should move in closer.  Soon he was throwing the ball straight to his uncle.

Keeping his eyes on the ball, my nephew is ready to catch the ball with both hands.  More than once he missed it so I yell to my husband to move to the right.  Soon, the little guy caught it nearly each time.

They practiced passing the ball for a while and then started to punt it.  The instructions were simple:   Take a short step with your kicking foot, drop the ball as you step forward with the other foot, and then kick the ball with the outside of your foot.   Pow!  The nephew fell flat.   I yell that he needs to kick it before it touches the ground.    Two more attempts and my nephew kicked the football  into the air.

I was glad to be out in the front yard helping.  Each time I yell my husband rolls his eyes.  He suggests that I do NOT attend any of my nephews football practice sessions.  I wouldn’t want to embarrass him would I ?  He says it’s a “guy thing”.

Little Doug’s first football game was this week. Sitting on the bleachers I watched him play football and I did not yell.  Perhaps it was the way my husband grabbed my arm each time I tried to stand. 

They won the football game and he knows he has to practice hard for years and years to become a professional player. 

I wouldn’t save a place on the mantle for the Heisman Trophy just yet.

 

 

 

 

August 10, 2015 at 4:19 pm Leave a comment

“Soup to Nuts”

To break the spell of a Saturday routine – try
an afternoon excursion to the flea market.
There you can mingle with people and shop for old and new items.
You might even stumble upon an antique treasure gone unnoticed by less observant eyes.
Or perhaps, you might see that item from the past that
you now could not live without.

There are new t-shirts on sale for less than one
dollar – I had to purchase a few of these!
I’ve found they are great to use as nightshirts when the nephew
makes an unexpected sleep over.
We saw Mickey and Minnie Mouse items for the kids and tools for the men.  There were antique items along side of new
contraptions that any house should not be without.     They handle kinds of collectible items, you it name it,  and they will probably have it.

There were paperbacks for only 25 cents each.  I picked up a dozen for my grandmother.  My husband saw a toy truck that was similar
to one he played with as a child.
It is now considered an antique.

We did see a wide variety of items for sale at
the flea market.  If you have time to
spare why not check it out.  It might be true
to say they have everything from “soup to nuts.”

By far the most unusual item we found for sale
was an old High School year book that had my brother-in-law in it.   We
actually saw what my brother-in-law looked like in his junior year of high
school.  We purchased the book for one dollar;
wonder how much it will be worth to him to keep it quiet.

July 13, 2011 at 2:00 pm Leave a comment

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