Nope, I didn't win the lottery! Maybe it would have helped if I'd had a ticket. I received two for Christmas, but left a grandson in charge of them. Not even sure if they were lottery ones.
My country school arithmetic class only studied up to three zeroes, so any time we bought property or traded cars, I had to study long and hard on the amounts so it's just as well that I didn't win.
When I become a millionaire, I would like to do it quietly, not in front of half of America. No one needs to know it but me and the I.R.S. and I would just as son they didn't know it either.
I was asked -- how could you ruin a simple recipe like read pudding and have to feed it to the dogs. It's simple! When I reached for the cinnamon, it turned out to be chili powder. Yes! Mother! I wasn't paying attention! Yes! look before you leap! Waste, not, want not; and all the others!
I read this and appreciate that someone has researched our time wasters like these.
How much time do we spend on the sofa trying to get motivated to go to bed. How much time do we complain about the weather or stand in a room and wonder why we came in there? How much time peering in the refrig wondering what to have for lunch? Looking for a closer parking place? Worry about things that never happen? How much time standing in the grocery aisle trying to decide if I have everything? Looking for our car in the parking lot? How much time digging through our purse looking for breath mints or chap stick? Or flipping through the channels with the remote just because it's so easy to do? I was fascinated watching a big piece of machinery doing what it was built to do. think of the size of tool it would take to work on that.
How satisfying to have a hot creamy bowl of soup for lunch on a cold day. but, nothing will even be better on a snowy, sleety, cold windy day than a hot bowl of chili.
The United Methodist Women of the Brightwater church are making plans to conduct the worship service on Valentine's Day this year. They were waiting for confirmation of their choice of speaker and Betty Weston tells me "yes, she has agreed." So, we look forward to having Wanda Bennett's daughter, Barbara. Not me, boy! My knees get weak behind the podium. Wire light candle, do a lot of things, but not speak.
I'm still trying to add it up, if I turn 82 years of 83 years old this month.
'Til next time.
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Editors note: Edith Lammey has been a resident of the area for nearly 40 years. She can be contacted through The Times at 451-1196 or [email protected].
Editorial on 01/20/2016