Journal entries that didn’t make it until now

Son Gordon's azaleas--this year - Florida panhandle

             Here’s a document written and saved in the computer in late 2012. There’s no notation that it has been published. If you happen to recognize parts of it, please forgive.

Visualize this: “The (car) window slid down.” (in a newspaper crime story) And this: “The truck drove off.” (another crime account). How about: “The organ played…”

“. . . lamestream media” – Leonard Pitts Jr., McClatchy newspapers. NOW: You know what some call the media today.

My paperback dictionary finally came apart at the “o” s. I tossed it and my BFF gave me a portable, large print dictionary. Thanks, Dot, I’ve used it many, many times

NOW: I have something in common with Taylor Swift, 27 (same age as grandson Billy): “I love a good flea market,” she told Parade magazine back a ways.

            THEN: One day last week, I made a quick trip to Arkadelphia. Kid Billy had left his choir folder on the piano.

On the way through Benton, I stopped at Goodwill to see if they had a blue solid tie and a red solid tie, which he said he could use.

Next stop was Payless where I purchased two pair of brown shoes—one less dressy but laced, one darker but slip-on. Because his socks in the wash were such rags, I also selected a 6-pack of tube socks and a like number of low-cut socks. Making arrangements with the clerk to return with the pair of shoes and pack of socks that he didn’t want, I took off south.

Just so happened that when I got to the Caddo River—our traditional calling landmark—I found him in Caddo--the HSU cafeteria. He directed me to a meeting place. But, saying he had food waiting for him, he politely took all the purchases without even looking at them, thanked me kindly and directed me off the campus. So much for returns. It’s a good thing I had a $15-off coupon! Today, he buys his own shoes.

While that close to Bismarck, I called a writer friend who was soon to move to Durham, NC, and asked her if she could meet me at Cracker Barrel for lunch. “I’ll see you in a couple minutes,” she crowed. We had the best visit, the longest visit, the most personal visit in all our friendship which dated back to when Billy and I lived in Arkadelphia. (from 1997-2002) 

Thirteen minutes to peel a dozen boiled large eggs? While halving eggs for deviling: I found that yolks are in different places within the egg—some at the ends, some in the middles. NOW: Yesterday, I boiled nine eggs brought by brother Guy who inherited hens when they bought a new domicile. A light bulb switched on: egg-and-olive sandwich! Oh, was it good, especially since I added a bit of red onion and some salad dressing.

The only 8-letter word with only one vowel: strength. A wine bottle indentation on the bottom is a “kick” or a “punt.”

NOW: Have a wonderful ride into April. I’ll be in the mountains before long.

Remnant of the Bryant class of 1954 that still meets for breakfast monthly. Plus a daughter of one.