Life with Gracie!

                    We are welcoming “Gracie” to our family this week.  Gracie is quite young, really pretty, and she’s “loaded.”  Breaking the tradition from a Chevrolet or a Ford, Gracie slipped upon us in the form of a Toyota Highlander.  Renee’ had done the research on safety and accessories, options and price, and they traded her car for a Highlander about a month ago.  After Marvin drove it and discovered the head room, leg room, shoulder room in the driver’s seat, he was “smitten.”  We looked all around this area, but traded my Taurus and bought it Saturday in Memphis.  She has lots of bells and whistles, but so far, luckily, I have yet to find a vehicle that can make a killer banana pudding!  Her color name is Seafoam blue, and that’s rather a steel blue, or blue gray.  Really pretty!  She’s going on several road trips this week, only one which requires Navigation, though.

                    Speaking of road trips, the one Friday is to Charlene’s outside Halls, TN.  Their Open House is this week and I invited several ladies to go with me.  I’m checking it out for our Fall Break Outing, if anyone is still interested.  Meet at Charlene’s and then have a bunking party here.  We’ll have to coordinate our dates, money, and baby sitting, but that is a standing invitation to anyone who feels game. You’ll have to let me know the exact dates and who’s really interested.  Check out Charlene’s web site.  You’ll just be overwhelmed.  Save up!

                    Other interesting tidbits around here:  The Clay County Arts Council is meeting regularly now and we have a Dinner and Holiday Fashion Show with various businesses decorating tables and holding pre-sales and a Silent Auction.  That event is coming up November 1 at 6:30 PM.  It’s at Sugar Creek Country Club (at Piggott) and should be really great.  That’s a Thursday night.  December 1 (Saturday night) is the Night of Chocolate, but this year a dinner theatre event will be included.  It’s entitled “Suspect Hollywood” and promises celebrity visits.  Wonder if Robert Redford will show up?

                    I got into the pool for what may be the last time today.  The water was so very brisk that it almost “burned.”  I think another afternoon this week is supposed to be warmer.  It’s just hard to let go of that pretty sight!  So, we’ll be closing it down next week and I’ll start decorating for Fall.  How fast the days go by.

                   Next week, also, I do plan to go to Memphis and have breakfast with David and then go shopping with Renee and Aubrey.  Rich called from SC last week and talked for almost an hour.  For those of you who know Rich, you know that was a major event, because he never calls, and seldom talks any more than just to conduct business. It was a great conversation.  It is lonesome there, but they (he and Maureen and the dog Lincoln) are beginning to make some friends.

                Happy Birthday, Tricia!  Remember, we will never be older than Cher!!!

Your Honor, May I Approach the Bench?

"How do you plead?" asked the judge, who was not the same as the cop who gave me the ticket.
"Very unintentionally guilty, Sir," I replied.
"It's always that way," he remarked.
"I'd like to request that the ticket not go on my record."
"Already done, Ma'm"
"And might I have the amount reduced?..."since I'm on a fixed income...retired," I wondered.
"No.  I don't do it for anyone. And you don't look like you are doing too badly, retired on that fixed income."
Best to leave well enough alone.
"Thank you, Sir."
"Pay when they call your name.  Until then, have a seat."
And such was my adventure at the Lepanto City Hall, along with 50 other culprits whose crimes ranged from disobeying the burn ban, driving without brake lights, speeding, and disorderly conduct, 2nd degree battery, shoplifting.  A whole group of locals were admonished not to be within 100 feet of the other.  Trial set for October 30.  Tell your story to the Judge then, not today.
I did not realize how relieved I'd be to have that ticket out of the way...even at the tune of a gazillion bucks. 
"Christmas won't be Christmas without presents," mumbled Jane as she counted out her cash to the clerk in Lepanto, AR.

BTW, I am taking Romeo (my moisture stricken laptop computer) to the Funeral Home in Piggott.  Not for a casket, I hope, but there is a guy who comes highly recommended by my friend Lucy at the Rector Post Office.  She says he can fix my computer.  I called him and he said he'd take a look at Romeo and order the keyboard and fix him right up.  I got so tickled telling Pam that I was taking my computer to a repairman who works out of the Piggott Funeral Home.  How small town is that?

The "Eeency-Weency Spider"

      A little dab will do ya!  Just a spoonful of sugar helps the medicine go down! A pinch of salt, a tad of this and a bit of that, just a hint of color, or a touch….not much, just a “smidgen.”   I don't care what size the spider is....neither does a computer care how much Diet Coke is suspended in mid-air around its keyboard.
     That’s all that’s required…a dot, a dab, a "smidgen".. of Diet Coke to get the keyboard of my laptop shorted out and the whole thing off to the HP Hospital in God Knows Where to the tune of about a zillion dollars, probably half of what the laptop cost in the first place.  I’ve called around.  I’ve checked.  Not good.
    
     Take the “moisture insurance”- no matter the cost.  I could have spilled the entire contents of the tiny plastic bottle which rested precariously upon the mouse pad from NASA (I Need My Space!).  There was but a teensy swallow left when I put the bottle down, and “ooopsy-daisy!” (Sh..#!#)  I grabbed it (the bottle and the computer), wiped the keyboard free of the, what, maybe 5 sprinkles of the vile substance.  No good did that do.  Whatever “moisture” seeped into the keyboard did the damage, even with my response time being that of a NASA engineer.

      So, tomorrow, upon my return from COURT in Lepanto, AR (another story), I will “swing by Jonesboro” and get the GEEK Squad to send “Romeo” to the HP hospital.  I call him “Romeo” because I spend so much quality time with him in the evenings.  He is usually sitting on my lap or right beside my chair, waiting for me.  I feel very much alone without him.  Bad, huh?

     So, as a dedicated scribe, I will continue to share my stories with you faithful readers, from the downstairs office area and the desktop computer.  No Diet Coke or Diet Green Tea is in sight. I should have at least bought the silicone keyboard protector, even if the plastic cover did not fit.  I have the screen protector….where was my brain???????

     And to think that Pam went swimming for 45 minutes with her cell phone in her swim outfit and that phone is still ticking today - it did not die.  I sprinkle dear “Romeo” with but a few drops of Diet Coke, and life as he and I knew it is over!  John Cameron Swayze (Patrick's Father????), where is the much needed Timex version of a laptop computer?  "It takes a licking and keeps on ticking!"

                          At least Romeo has a brother.

      I’ll share my Lepanto Court adventure with you in my next blog.  I can only hope it will not be told as I scribble upon prison-provided letter paper, as Emerson and plenty of other scholars have similarly penned their philosophies, “Stone walls do not a prison make, nor iron bars a cage.” 

I've Got the Music in Me

            Nancy Chaney lived across the hall from me one summer at Henderson State in the wild and wonderful 1966-1970 era. Nancy is the friend who had the portable TV powered by an extension cord from her room. We pointed the rabbit ears toward New York City or Little Rock for better reception!  Our end of the hall would be packed with girls as we gathered to watch Tom Jones rotate his hips in tight pants and sing “My, my, my Delilah!” 
          Nancy grew up in the vicinity of Delight, AR. She said her family knew Glen Campbell. Nancy also told us that Glen Campbell did not win the County Fair or High School Talent Show when he was a young teen. Glen did not finish high school, dropping out in 10^th grade, since there were no courses in writing, singing, or playing music.  He could bear down on a mean guitar and his mellow voice could croon the tunes, though.
         Tonight, we are going to the Glen Campbell Farewell Tour at the ASU Convocation Center in Jonesboro.  I went to the Cher Farewell Tour in Memphis at the Pyramid and many patrons were costumed in her honor, but as I have never owned any cowgirl (or boy) boots, I’ll have to pass for tonight’s show.  Rhinestone earrings would be about as far as I could go.  I’d love to wear a flimsy short dress with leggings, and cowboy boots with a long strand of rhinestones around my neck but I’m too old by 30 years. (Hmmm, we could take a vote on that!)
         Glen, you know, has Alzheimer’s.  His children are accompanying him on this tour, playing banjo, guitar, and drums and say that they’ll keep going as long as their dad gets pleasure from the experience.  Sometimes he forgets what song has been played, but his daughter gently leads him onto the next.  I think it’s that love as much as anything that I wish to honor by attending the concert.  He’s from Arkansas and his talent is superior with the guitar.  His studio time is well documented with plenty of famous singers, including an on-stage stint with The Beach Boys. His songs such as Gentle on My Mind, Wichita Lineman, Rhinestone Cowboy, etc. crossed the line from country to pop. We’ve heard that he nails each of his songs, that he knocks each one out of the park!  I hope the Convo is filled to give a salute to a wonderful musician from Arkansas.

"I Won!!!! - Something!!!"

The White County Creative Writers 17th Annual Writers' Conference held at Harding University Campus sponsored a New Writer Contest, among 12 other contests.  This contest subject was a "storm story" either true or fiction.  I won 2nd place!  It's a milestone for me, the first time I entered a writing contest and won - anything!  I don't know how many entries there were or what kind of real competition existed, but I really don't care!  "I won, I won, I won - something!"  My story is entitled, "I'll Have 2 Krystals" and is a somewhat fictionalized account of a trip several of us made to Huntsville, Alabama, in the middle of a tornado outbreak.  I have published it in JOURNEYS - to the right.  Hope you'll enjoy it!