Monthly Archives: August 2016

Tableau’s on the way to Work

The other day I drove the hour to work and some tableau’s that caught my eye, caused my curiosity to wonder about the story behind what I saw, except one.

First, I left the house early enough to drive by a house I am considering to put an offer on.  The offer is not because I want the house but because I care about the owner who is on hospice and I don’t want him to worry. There is an offer on the house so it may go through.  I hope so.

The neighborhood is crowded with cars parked on both sides of the street.  The street is so narrow only 1 car can pass through at a time.  What a traffic jam that must be when people go to and from work.  Also, most of the homes had chain link fences extending to the front yard.  Why?!? to keep people in or is it out?

My first curious thought, and is it worth exploring?

I can’t remember the second one, something to do with a man and a dog. but it must not have made me curious enough to remember.

Then I drove by a brown man dressed in white with an orange turban on his head. He faced away from me, looking across a green lot where a black cat romped. It looked like he had taken his cat out for a walk. I loved the colors and wondered the significance and if that truly was his cat.

the incident that cause me to retract was when I pulled up to a light. Beside me was a white pick up truck with a sticker in the back window.  The sticker read: “Come and Take It”

I assumed it referred to his weapon.  I recoiled from the insinuating anger. It oozed from the sticker.

I don’t care to know whether he has a weapon in his truck or not.  I don’t plan to wrestle it from him. I also do not want to know him at all now. He led with an aggressive foot.

Another, equally aggressive person may do just as the sign suggests and I’d prefer to be far away when/if it happens. but for now, I am beside this person and exposed to potential crossfire. Ugh. Not where I want to be.

So, I turned right before the light turned green rather than continue driving parallel to this stranger about whom I know only 1 thing.

I hope and pray all goes well for him in his life and that no one attempts to take on his dare.

As I got closer to work, passing through a nicer neighborhood, I spied a man in his backyard watering.  He had no fencing at all on his corner lot.  And the lawn was bright green and well-kept.

I was curious about the fact he had no fence. Most of his neighbors have 6 foot wooden privacy fences encapsulating their back yards.

I’ve been planning, dreaming, talking about moving closer to work.  Some days the drive is so frustrating but maybe I really do like the drive to work for it affords me so many sights and thoughts I would miss if I only had a 5-10 minute drive.

A Cougar Like Maude

haroldandmaudeaI don’t look like I’m 53.  I don’t believe people when they tell me I look 27.  But sometimes younger men will flirt with me.  That is complementary but that is as far as I’ll take it.

I don’t want to be a cougar.  My daughter says it sounds uncomplimentary because of the hard ‘g’ sound. To me it brings up images of a Sugar Momma exploiting the youth.  Also, I don’t have enough money to be one.

But I’ve been thinking instead of being a Norma Desmond using up those around her, (did the monkey try to leave?) I could be ok with being a Maude.

As I recall, Maude was on an adventure called life and allowed Harold for the ride. By being who she was, she empowered him to look at life different become someone.

In fact, I hope all my interactions with people empower them to become someone.

 

Labeling Food and Drugs

When I was in Junior High, I was invited to a friend’s mother’s group.  They had a guest speaker, a police officer come and talk about drugs. The main thing I came away from that evening is because the drugs are illegal, you don’t know what you are taking.

Many times the seller will take some of the stash for themselves and to make up the difference, cut in something else. That something else may or may not be good for you.  It could make you sick or even kill you.

So I don’t do illegal drugs.

When I was in my early 20’s, I was at a friend’s house when she received a call.  Another friend was at the hospital because her nephew had smoked marijuana that was laced with something and he was dying. So we went to pray.

Sometime around the same time, the government agreed and made food manufacturers label the food they sell.  I even went to information sessions to learn how to read the labels.

I work part time at a grocery store and sometimes because of allergies I get asked is that in the product. For example someone was allergic to marjoram. The label only said spices. Ummmm, OK, I guess due to proprietary reasons, the individual spices weren’t listed.  This customer couldn’t buy it without risking a reaction.Texas Wild Hunt County Tomato

Reactions to allergies vary. My mother would get migraine headaches that put her down for days. Another woman I know had to go to the hospital because her throat closed and she couldn’t breathe. Some allergies are so severe, the person has to carry an epi pen. And sometimes, that doesn’t help and the result is death.

It is important to know what you put into your body.  So I don’t understand that consumer’s are having to fight so hard to obtain the information they want to have put on the food they consume.