Best Advice of the Week: So that your pot doesn’t runneth over!

January 15, 2011

I’ve mentioned this little trick I learned from my sister Betty before, but I think it is worth repeating.

If your coffee pot does (or could, if you rearranged things a little) sit near your sink, instead of filling the pot with water and pouring it into the reservoir, use the hose on your sink to fill the reservoir directly from the faucet.  I find this so much more convenient and precise.  No slopping the water around as you pour it from the round pot into the usually oddly shaped, smaller reservoir.

Thank you, Betty!  I think of you often when I use this little trick to make my pot of coffee early in the morning.

If I had a bucket list …

January 13, 2011

… reading Atlas Shrugged would have been on it for several years now.

Both of our children have told me over and over again that I just have to read Atlas Shrugged, a book they both say is the best novel they have ever read.

Well, I’ve finally bought the book.  It’s a little daunting because it’s so big.  My copy is a huge 6″x9″ paperback with almost 1,200 pages.

I began reading it last week.  I’m about an 8th of the way through it now.  And I can already see why it is still a popular book even though it was written in 1957.  Ayn Rand is a master at intertwining multiple plots to keep the reader interested, curious and even perplexed enough to keep reading.  And her subject matter is so very timely for the world we live in today.

I’ve read some books that when I was done, I would think “What a waste!”  But I can already tell, this won’t be one of those.


The subject was “Arts and Crafts”

January 10, 2011

DD and her girls have a tradition of telling stories around the table after dinner.  When we were there recently, the subject that Mimi gave us was “arts and crafts”.  Once the subject has been given, each of the other people at the table is supposed to come up with a funny little story inspired by that subject.  The winner is the one who tells the best story.  Hubby and I enjoy playing this game with them when we are there, but the subject of “arts and crafts” just left me stumped.  So I guess it’s been simmering in the back of my brain ever since, and this twist on it just came to me.

Note:  Obviously, this is a little more elaborate than it would have been if I’d just been making it up as I went during the after-dinner story telling.  I guess that’s that fiction writing class I took a few years ago kicking in.

Em and Lil were friends who enjoyed doing a wide variety of crafts, like quilting, ceramics and flower arranging.  And the friends were always looking for new projects.  So when Em saw an ad in the newspaper for an Arts and Crafts Show in a small town about a half hour away, they decided to go see what new ideas they might glean.

But when they arrived at the address listed in the ad, it was a big, plain-looking building with no obvious signs telling them this was the place.  When they looked around for some other place the show might be, this was the only place on the small main street of the town that had anything going on, with lots of vehicles in the parking lot, so they went inside.

They stopped dead in their tracks when they walked through the door.  This was definitely not an arts and crafts show.

The huge building enclosed a race track and men were driving go-carts at break-neck speeds around the track.  At just that moment, a guy leaned across the fence surrounding the track and waved a checkered flag as one of the carts whizzed past.  There was a loud clamor of hoots and whistles, a smattering of applause and some high-fives … someone had won a race!

Em and Lil looked at each other with a what-the-heck-is-going-on look.  Lil said to Em, “Wow, are we in the wrong place.  This definitely isn’t an arts and crafts show. And, look!  What’s going on out there?”

At the back of the building there were huge doors that were open to the property behind the building and through it Em and Lil could see a pond.  And on the pond were two rafts, with a man with a long pole on each.  The men were using the poles to steady their own raft while trying to knock the other guy off of his raft  … apparently playing “king of the mountain”.  There were other guys, some wet, some dry, standing around the edge of the pond cheering the men on.

When Em saw what was going on, she began to laugh.  Lil turned to her amazed.  What was so funny?  Em was able to stop laughing just long enough to say, “Well, obviously we aren’t going to be attending an arts and crafts show today, so why don’t we go have lunch at that little cafe up the street and I’ll tell you what I think is so funny.”

Once they were seated in the cafe and had placed their order, Em explained how they had been mislead by the ad for the show.

The  advertisement had had a small misprint that had made a big difference.

It wasn’t meant to advertise an Arts and Crafts Show … it was advertising a Carts and Rafts Show!

Then Lil laughed too.

An interesting afternoon in a totally different way than they had expected, caused by the temporary inattention of a typesetter and his placement of a very important “C”.

Two guys with January 8 birthdays

January 8, 2011

Here is a re-play of a post I did three years ago about Hubby and Elvis both having their birthday on January 8.

Happy Birthday, Hubby.  I love you more today than ever.


Elvis, King of Rock and Roll, and Hubby, Love of My Life, were both born on January 8; Elvis in 1935, Hubby in 1945.

Before Christmas, I picked up a verrry cheap Elvis Christmas CD but when I listened to it I realized why it was probably so cheap.  It was songs that had been recorded in his early years when, although his voice was already great, it just didn’t have the quality and character it did later on.  I realize now that the “Elvis voice” I love is the one in his later years that had depth and texture and maturity.

There are some parallels there to how I feel about Hubby.  I adored him when we were young.  He was cute and fun and nice — all the things that attract a young girl.  But, the Hubby I love most is the Hubby today. I still think he’s cute (in a 63-year-old kind of way), but what I love most about him is the great person he has become — a mature, responsible, caring adult who has character and integrity, but who can still enjoy life and laugh at himself too. (Although he prefers to laugh at me.)

It’s always been fun that Hubby shares his birthday with the King of Rock and Roll, but as far as I’m concerned, Hubby’s the one who really “rocks!”

If only we could meet at THIS Woolworth’s for lunch!

January 3, 2011

I received the following menu in a forward today, and couldn’t resist sharing it here.  The e-mail said it was from 1957.  Don’t those prices just make you drool?

I don’t know if Woolworth’s was nationwide, but in our little town it was THE five and ten cent store.  It’s the one my sister Martha worked at as a teenager and brought me home a Golden book each week after she had been paid.

If you go out to lunch today, I bet you may leave more for your TIP than what you would have paid for your entire meal at these prices.

Happy Monday!

p.s.  I just remembered something that seems remarkable now and might be interesting to younger readers.  Do you notice that there’s no price listed for coffee?   That’s because coffee was free with a meal (in all restaurants, I think).  I don’t remember (because I was too young to drink it, “It will stunt your growth!”) what was the policy in restaurants if someone ordered just coffee, but I do remember that it was always free with my parents’ meal.