Sunday, June 5, 2016

My Craw

I gotta new craw. And yes I know that I am not using this word in it's proper definition yet any of you folks over 50 will know what I mean. 

I gotta a new craw. The store within the store. I know, I know it's been around for a long time, Most of you are probably fine and used to it but yet I find it a bit strange.

I live in a small town. O.K. city by definition. I think it's so funny to have a hardware store inside the grocery store.

A coffee store inside the book store. 

Another coffee store inside a grocery store.

Good Lord I must be aging myself!! I'm just waiting for a store inside a store inside another

It's alright, I can handle it. My lid is still on if you know what that means. 

Lord knows I am showing my age. Thats alright. We all grew up in a different generation.

Now I will tell you something that I told my husband today while grocery shopping at Wal-Mart. He had noticed that some transexuals were going into the bathrooms of thier choice.

I think he was a bit confused as to what he should be feeling about it. This is what I told him, without shame or embarresment.

We grew up in a different generation. A different era. At our age we too should be allowed to feel what we feel. To us it feels wrong and I refuse to be embarresed or wrong. I am 58 years old. I am not going to change my believes or feelings at this point in my life.

I don't like it. Use your own bathroom. Don't shove your transgender shit in my face. 

I am a senior citizen and I refuse to change my believes that I was taught growing up. That my Dear friends is my right.

So in summary I say, Pull up your pants, use the bathroom that you were taught to use, feel free to be beautiful and express yourself, just do me a favor and get a job in a store within a store!

Wednesday, May 11, 2016

A Magical Night

It is Wednesday May 11th, 12:09 A.M.

I just took my dogs out for their final walk for the night. 

I've been inside most of the day cleaning house as it was my day off.

Ahhh, Final chore of the day, walk the dogs before bed.

I don't know that I can put into words what a beautiful night I discovered. It was warm but not too much so. Comfortable. 

Oh so quite but for the tree frogs that were singing in such beautiful harmony. It was if they were getting paid to sing in such lovely , low, quite beautiful tones.

And then there was the fog. This ethereal , calming, quite fog.

I tell you this was a beautiful night. I think it will be a very long time before I see another one like this.