Post by Admin on Dec 3, 2020 10:22:14 GMT -7
Calvin Warby posted:
NO WONDER I’M STRESSED
by Georgean Olcott Warby
This is a bitterly cold, or should I say, frigid, day; a day when I cuss the blessed, satanic old wood stove. (There I go again, being a true Gemini! You are going to start believing that I believe all that old superstitious garbage. Now, let’s get this straight. I definitely do not! ------But it surely seems to work out in my case!! So what is to blame; my stars, my genes or my environment? Probably a mixture of all three.) (Forgive my musings.)
As I was saying, this has been a miserably cold day. For a high temperature it only got up to 27 degrees F. The sun has shone brightly but a chill wind blew right through us. It certainly didn’t do any thawing.
So, I have been busy doing chores inside the house, enjoying the warmth of a real live fire, but at the same time hating the smell of the smoke that permeates my carpets and every thing else in the house. That doesn’t bother Bill much because he has lost most of his sense of smell, his tolerance for cold, and wouldn’t give up his wood stove for anybody or anything, be it love or money.
While I was taking a rest I sat down at the computer. I decided I should straighten up my desk before it gets so cluttered I’d never be able to find anything. The first thing I picked up was this little poem.
Wow! Did that ever make me stop and think. Yes, I do well remember “them there days.” And I do not wish them back again.
This morning I mixed our nutritious breakfast in a high speed blender, dinner (lunch) I cooked in a microwave oven, and supper (or dinner) in a slow cooker. I washed my dishes in my brand new dishwasher that replaced my old one that “went on the blink.” I did three washer loads of washing in my automatic washer and drier. Now, if I had just had some thing that would fold my clothes and put them away. That I had to do for myself!
We showered in a hot (running water) cleansing, relaxing shower. We exercised in our nice warm basement, then did our walking in a beautiful church. We even drove to the church in our warm Explorer. We stopped at the post office, store and bank.
In the afternoon we started putting out our lighted Christmas decorations on our lovely new porch, but Dorla called and wanted me to drive her to the Doctor’s office. When I got back we decided it was too cold to work outside. If there isn’t another warmer day coming----oh, well!
Now things are all cleaned up after supper, dishes are in the dishwasher, and we are both writing memories in our lovely, warm, well-lighted, comfortable home. No wonder I’m so stressed!!! (factitious)
I suppose at times I nostalgically yearn for the “good old days. Intellectually, No Way! I’m spoiled rotten.
12-02-04
NO WONDER I’M STRESSED
by Georgean Olcott Warby
This is a bitterly cold, or should I say, frigid, day; a day when I cuss the blessed, satanic old wood stove. (There I go again, being a true Gemini! You are going to start believing that I believe all that old superstitious garbage. Now, let’s get this straight. I definitely do not! ------But it surely seems to work out in my case!! So what is to blame; my stars, my genes or my environment? Probably a mixture of all three.) (Forgive my musings.)
As I was saying, this has been a miserably cold day. For a high temperature it only got up to 27 degrees F. The sun has shone brightly but a chill wind blew right through us. It certainly didn’t do any thawing.
So, I have been busy doing chores inside the house, enjoying the warmth of a real live fire, but at the same time hating the smell of the smoke that permeates my carpets and every thing else in the house. That doesn’t bother Bill much because he has lost most of his sense of smell, his tolerance for cold, and wouldn’t give up his wood stove for anybody or anything, be it love or money.
While I was taking a rest I sat down at the computer. I decided I should straighten up my desk before it gets so cluttered I’d never be able to find anything. The first thing I picked up was this little poem.
THE END OF A PERFECT DAY
Grandma, on a wintry day
Milked the cows and fed them hay;
Saddled the mule
And got the children off to school;
Did the washing, scrubbed the floors
Washed some windows and did the chores;
Cooked a dish of home-dried fruit
And pressed her husband’s Sunday suit.
She swept the parlor, made the bed
And baked a dozen loaves of bread;
Split firewood and then tugged in
Enough to fill the kitchen bin;
Cleaned the lamp, filled it with oil,
And stewed some apples she thought might spoil.
She made a supper that was delicious
And afterward washed all the dishes.
She fed the cat and sprinkled the clothes
And mended a basketful of hose;
Then opened the organ and began to play,
“When You Come To The End of a Perfect Day.”
Author unknown
Grandma, on a wintry day
Milked the cows and fed them hay;
Saddled the mule
And got the children off to school;
Did the washing, scrubbed the floors
Washed some windows and did the chores;
Cooked a dish of home-dried fruit
And pressed her husband’s Sunday suit.
She swept the parlor, made the bed
And baked a dozen loaves of bread;
Split firewood and then tugged in
Enough to fill the kitchen bin;
Cleaned the lamp, filled it with oil,
And stewed some apples she thought might spoil.
She made a supper that was delicious
And afterward washed all the dishes.
She fed the cat and sprinkled the clothes
And mended a basketful of hose;
Then opened the organ and began to play,
“When You Come To The End of a Perfect Day.”
Author unknown
Wow! Did that ever make me stop and think. Yes, I do well remember “them there days.” And I do not wish them back again.
This morning I mixed our nutritious breakfast in a high speed blender, dinner (lunch) I cooked in a microwave oven, and supper (or dinner) in a slow cooker. I washed my dishes in my brand new dishwasher that replaced my old one that “went on the blink.” I did three washer loads of washing in my automatic washer and drier. Now, if I had just had some thing that would fold my clothes and put them away. That I had to do for myself!
We showered in a hot (running water) cleansing, relaxing shower. We exercised in our nice warm basement, then did our walking in a beautiful church. We even drove to the church in our warm Explorer. We stopped at the post office, store and bank.
In the afternoon we started putting out our lighted Christmas decorations on our lovely new porch, but Dorla called and wanted me to drive her to the Doctor’s office. When I got back we decided it was too cold to work outside. If there isn’t another warmer day coming----oh, well!
Now things are all cleaned up after supper, dishes are in the dishwasher, and we are both writing memories in our lovely, warm, well-lighted, comfortable home. No wonder I’m so stressed!!! (factitious)
I suppose at times I nostalgically yearn for the “good old days. Intellectually, No Way! I’m spoiled rotten.
12-02-04