Yep, Gonna Build an Outhouse
Dagnabbit! What have we done with simplification? Replacing the parts of the inside of a toilet tank have gotten way too complicated. When I was around eight years old, back in the dinosaur days, my Grandparents had an Outhouse. It was really cool (well not in the summer) and actually was a four-holer. Although, I never understood why four people would want to be in there together. Inside the Outhouse, there was a Sears and Roebuck catalog. You could look at this outdated catalog or use it for its real purpose there. There was a true art to taking a page from that catalog...
Read MoreResponsibility is it Declining?
While writing a new chapter on my website called, “Next Stop is Okinawa”, many questions came to my mind as I was typing about a job which I had worked at prior to leaving Texas for Okinawa. While describing my job requirements and responsibilities while working as a grocery cashier/checker at HEB in 1969, I realized that many young people in 2018 would find those job requirements and responsibilities quite challenging and maybe a little bit enslaving. Having these thoughts running through my mind, led me to wonder about the changes that modern technology has made in the world,...
Read MoreReally, A Referral Needed?
Last week I suddenly developed a sore throat. I decided that it could be healed with a little warm salt water gargling then throat lozenges and eventually just go away. I did fairly well for a day or two then the fever hit with chills and body aches. Of course, this all happened late evening on Friday when the Doctor’s office was closed. Tylenol became my best friend that evening and night with a lot of gargling the trusted warm salt water. The next morning, my sister-in-law, Cindy, called on another matter then asked how I was doing. I told her what was going on with my throat and...
Read MoreCutting Your Hair, Widow’s Blog
While heading to the treadmill this morning, I decided to stop a minute, go into the bathroom, and just trim my bangs a little because I was tired of them tickling my eyebrows. Being fully dressed in my sports bra, shirt, shorts, socks, and tennis shoes was not a problem because it was just gonna be a quick trim of my bangs. There was absolutely no reason to worry about getting hair on me. Of course, I also wore my “sweet” Artificial Intelligent Fitbit on my arm, so it could record my every move then give me those subliminal, encouraging messages it runs across its “sweet...
Read MoreRead First Then Look at the Picture
Sometimes something happens that totally takes me backward a few steps just for a moment in the mystery of wonderment. This type of “thang” would instantly turn some peoples faces red, a fire would come from their eyes and they would get really upset. Not me. When I am totally surprised by nonreality of something I look for the humor in it first. After all some kinda way it has to be funny. Here’s the deal, this morning I got up early to post a chapter of my book on my Nancy Lou Henderson Facebook page titled Apartment, Snoopy, Corncob Pipe. The picture I chose for...
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