This story came up on Friend Face, an incident I'd forgotten.
Bill answered the phone, and a telemarketer was saying he won something and asking for his bank number, a call which he quickly terminated. Leela wanted to know who it was. And he said, "Bad guy." And he told how he would never give his bank number to anybody.
Well, she took off on that for quite a long time, about how you should never give your bank number to anybody, or they might get your money. Then she put her hand on her hip and said, "And if they call my mommy and ask for her bank number, I'll say, ' Let me talk to them. I'll handle this! ' And I'll tell him, ' No, bad guy, you can't have our bank number. Goodbye! ' and hang up the phone, and then, I'll press the Off button. That way, they'll never get the money that we need to get the things we need and want."
The horse-drawn carriage ambled toward the cider mill.
I blinked a bit, and it was gone.
Perhaps it was a time warp thing, but visiting my home town brought on memories like this I'd, quite frankly, never had. Maybe they were in the archives and sent to Friend Face by my classmates. I felt a longing to remain there in the past.
So, I blinked again, and there it was.
But this time, I recognized it was a hearse from days gone by.
There were other people on horses clopping along behind it; some were in carriages and some in the saddle. They stopped briefly at the cider mill and passed around a pitcher.
That was certainly appropriate for this time of year, what with Hallow-e'en around the corner.
Then, the caravan resumed once again toward the cemetery.
The people had apparently already been to the church, and it was time to lower the body.
But the horses who drew the hearse became alarmed as they passed near the railroad tracks and reared up on hind legs as the train passed by.
The coffin was released, and the one in it was also, as her body shot up, with her split legs up in the air, and fell to the ground below.
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Grocery 🛒 trips are always so interesting. At my first stop, I hear parents 👨👩🦱 trying to talk their college son 👨🦱 into putting a pumpkin 🎃in the dorm, like just outside his room. This persuasion attempt did not go well. At my second stop, I hear a man yell into his phone, "I tell you, they don't got no windmill cookies! 🍪 They don't got no windmill cookies! They're not there!" (I couldn't find one, either) Immediately, my mind conjured up memories of windmill cookies. These were very popular with us kids back in the day. Either that, or our mothers were cheap and pulling a fast one.
Although it's the 10th month, October means eight. American Indians & settlers alike called its 1st full moon, "hunter's moon", as it signaled winter's onset. The 31st day, Hallo-we'en, is the beginning of the Celtic New Year, when boundaries between the living & dead were thin; fairy folk were out in full force playing tricks. Irish & Scots brought it to America. We mark, with joy, the passage of the season and of time, wrapping ourselves in sheets as the ghosts we'll one day become.
-paraphrased from the Dance of Time, by Michael Judge.
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| from Time&Date.com |
A relatively young woman just discovered Aldi's. It started with her asking me where the jalapenos were. While I'm no expert in jalapenos, 🌶 I was able to find them in the pickle area to where she was referred. She thanked me profusely. So, that was the first I'd noticed her, like, right away. It seemed that I kept running into her and her grandma. 👵 Grandma must have gotten an early start, as I doubt I'd still be around for a gran-daughter that age. But that was chronological. The woman kept exclaiming at the wonderful deals all around the store...."Oh, a coffee pot...I want a coffee pot! ☕️ Grandma, how much money do you have? I'll pay you back when I get paid." "$7.98." Grandmas really have to keep track of just how much they have. 💵 Smart Grandma! I could hear this young woman exclaiming all around the store at this and that, and how she couldn't wait till she got paid. I couldn't help but wonder if Grandma had been the one to raise her, but then, I heard the woman on her phone 📞saying, "Bye Ma, Love you!" I thought I was the only one who noticed, but when I got to the smiling clerk,😄 after she'd left, he said, to everybody who was listening, "Did you notice how quiet it got after she exited?"🚶♀️
Settling down to a quiet time, and who should appear? A mouse🐭 in my house! 🏠 Bill was out, so what could I do? Well, eventually, the mouse found his way to the inside of the window sill, and I shut the window, fiercely. 🎬 (I assume that's where he'd sneaked in.) I stepped out onto the porch to undo the somewhat loose screen and "encourage" him to leave. He did so reluctantly, climbing down the wall, but then, planted himself back on the outside sill, to recover from a wounded tail. 🐁 Of course, this brought to my literary children's dramatics mind, that I had acted much like "the farmer's wife, who'd" 🙍inadvertently, "cut off his tail with a carving knife."🔪 I felt a little remorseful, but eventually, he went away, though I did not "see how he runs".🏃
I just took a walk to de-stress after talking to V.W. phone "computers", ☎ wherein they told me what they were going to do, which I DID NOT authorize, so I started yelling, "NO! NO! NO! NO! NO!" 🤦 into the phone. 📞 It's irrational to yell at a computer, but somebody must have heard me, because they called back, and I got a LIVE PERSON, 🤱 and we straightened the matter out. So, when she asked me, if there was anything else, I said, "Well, you could tell V.W. not to trust their computer phones to do it all. We need to talk to people directly." 🗣👤 I felt like my computer phone experience was similar to the interaction with HAL from "2001 Space Odyssey". 👩🚀 I don't remember exactly how that went, but it wasn't favorable from a human standpoint.
