Satisfying Saturday

Do you remember Saturday morning as a kid? I do. My brother and I would rise early and watch cartoons. Back in our day, you ate in the kitchen, so there was no eating in the living room where our old black and white TV was. As my little brothers joined the family, nothing changed, except Tom and I were older and did other things on Saturday. Mom had a rule, though, the TV goes off at a certain time, then we all were put to work. No watching Three Stooges (Mom hated them), no watching anything until it was time for the evening news or Biography, it was a Mike Wallace narrated show, telling about Thomas Alva Edison, Adolph Hitler, Franklin Delano Roosevelt, Dwight David Eisenhower and the like. I didn’t care for it, but Tom did. And Mom didn’t like Lawrence Welk, hated Jackie Gleason, and I’m not sure what else was on. Wait! I know. Gunsmoke, Palladin, Mission Impossible, all shows Mom had to watch. Boring! But we didn’t dare grouse about it.

Word of the day: Grouse. No, I’m not talking about the plump bird that is in season for hunter’s right now. It means complain pettily, grumble, and all the other stuff Tom and I would do. Should have saved our breath. Mom never gave in.

Sometimes I wonder what life would have been like if Mom would have caved in when we wanted something she told us “no” about. One thing for sure, we were taught NOT to ask, so there would have been one strike already. If we asked more than once, we could be spanked, which was not uncommon. It happened rarely, she verbally kept us in line. We hated spankings. Dad rarely had to discipline us. There were advantages for him being a night worker and a day sleeper.

I think of that simply because I’ve seen a few of John Rosemond’s FB posts, which are eye opening, to say the least. He is a psychologist who offers parents advice that is timely, tested, and true. He calls out parents who let their kids do what they want and have disastrous results. The post said “your ultimate goal in child-rearing is to help the child out of your life and into their own.” I have to agree with him. While our parents (Mom) probably held on too long, thinking we needed to behave a certain way when we left home, I tried not to offer suggestions only if the kids ask. Sometimes they still call to talk something out, and that’s good. I learned what my mom never has, and that is, don’t offer unless they ask. Hard to do, but necessary.

Our wise, old Uncle Ed Hurley told Mom, “You raise your children to leave you.” Truer words were never spoken. He was a nice old uncle, and he always gave my dad (his nephew) a bad time. And Dad gave it right back. Loved their interaction. Special. Great memories.

It’s a Nap in the Sunshine Kind of Day!

Lexie is so contented on the deck. Might have to join her here in a little while. These dogs are funny. They wimper their, “I’ve got to go NOW!” wimper. And I let them out. As soon as my hiney touches the office chair in the studio, they whine and do a single bark, meaning, “Let me in!” They think I don’t notice. Whatever you do today, get outside for awhile. It’s lovely. The trees are moving slightly, I can hear the ping of the bat from the park three blocks away, and the birds. Time to enjoy!

Thank you for reading today. I appreciate your time, and hope to see you again tomorrow! Peace out!

Sane Saturday

It’s almost a cloudy day today. Too early to tell, you know? The sirens are going off at the Home Office in Gretna, Nebraska today. First Saturday of the month, the sirens are tested. They sound in case of tornado. In small towns like Gretna, they also sound whenever the Volunteer Fire Department is called to an accident or other type of emergency call. There is no police department here, the Sarpy County Sheriff’s Department handles those types of calls.

I admire people who volunteer for service with these agencies. Some of them go on to larger departments where you need to qualify through testing and abilities, some stay put right here in small towns all over America. I’m just glad we have them. We have a good show of help in our neighborhood, across the street is a Volunteer on Gretna’s team, next door are law enforcement people. We have a very safe neighborhood. Great people whom we’re grateful for.

Today is our twenty-second wedding anniversary, the Babe and me. It’s been quite a ride, trust me. Never a dull moment. But it’s been filled with love, commitment, good times, and some not so fun times. It’s been honest, deep, and still holds surprises. We’ve survived most of our kids getting married, the arrival of grandkids, sharing the grief between family losses, friends, and serious illnesses. We’ve both had life threatening illnesses, (thanks to Agent Orange and Cancer), and relied heavily on each other to dig deep and get better. You’re never the same after those things, but you have a lot to lose if you don’t get better. We’ve both helped the other become our best. We’re still working on it, too.

Wedding Day, 10/03/1998, we were a couple of kids – in our 40’s!

Next week, I have some training I signed up for free, it’s regarding all the methods of “social media,” Instagram, TicTok, Pinterest, Twitter, Linkedin. I have no idea why some would interest me, but it’s not a bad idea to learn about them. I doubt the Babe and I will be doing TicTok. Just keepin’ it fresh, after 22 years! LOL.

Going to work at completing my scene writing today, we have a car show to attend tomorrow. It’s at our VFW Post 2503 at 90th & Military Road in Omaha, NE if you’re close and are so inclined.

I also have some other online courses which I paid for, which will be helpful to learn in addition to the free classes I mentioned. Most of them are about branding yourself, one suggests you hire someone to do the work unless you are an artist yourself. I’ll have to see about that. Everyone has their own advice about everything, so we can hear the information and choose whether to accept it or not.

We all need to be enjoying this Saturday, although it’s a bit chilly outside. My recliner is calling to me now. I can hear it. That swelling is still there, in my neck, just below the ear and creeping over the jawline. I’m just doing Tylenol and hoping it’s nothing serious. I’ll reassess it Monday, and see how things are.

Until tomorrow, thank you for reading. It’s so cool to see we’re adding followers every day. Thanks for that, too. Be Kind, Be Courteous, Be Safe out there, folks. See you tomorrow, ok?

Good Saturday Morning!

Hoping you are enjoying a sunny morning like we have here in Gretna, NE. As David Letterman used to say, “from the Home Office in Wahoo, NE.” (Remember?) I suppose this would be true. International Headquarters, the place where it all began, and some other descriptions. Can you think of any that are apt? Comment, and let’s have fun with it. Home Office in Gretna, NE.

You know, we are slowly gaining more readers. I’m delighted you take the time to read, share, and tell your friends about my blog. It’s great to be relevant. Today (after we do an errand for the VFW which includes checking the mail) is going to be a day or writing. This week got away from me again, and I need to catch up on the I Art Daily challenge for February. It seems my brain is full of ideas and sketches yet I continue to run out of time in the day. This is what retirements is, I guess. It is better than having your time drag on. I have never understood the work “bored.” As kids, we were never allowed to say the word. Kind of like Voldemort. (He who should not be named).

Bored is a word kids use now. I believe their parents (my children’s ages) introduced the word when kids were raising a ruckus or needing attention when the parents are busy. Busy doing things like driving, ordering dinner, and a host of other things. We used to live a long way from our daughter Tracy and her family. It took 45 minutes to get from their home to ours. By about 30 minutes meltdowns began. They were tired of sitting in the carseat. (Not bored, however). I would start singing to them. Not words to a song, just make a melody. Addison would stop being fussy. She would smile at me. And she would mimic what I was doing.

Gavin was such a different kid. Poor guy had acid reflux so bad it was horrible. He lived in a bib until he was a year old. Upset tummies are bad as adults, and worse for babies. Again, he wasn’t bored. He needed a different tune than Addison had. He was a tougher nut to crack, but we got him to stop crying. He favored men as a kid, and there was a time I thought he didn’t like me. He now tells me he’s so lucky to have a Grandma like me. His Mama thinks he’s a schmoozer. Could be. But it works. We have a great time together. Coloring, painting, playing games.

One time, Gavin and Addison were both with us. Gavin said he was bored. Addison said, “You can’t use that word around Grandma. Grandma says there is no such thing.” She found him something to do and he wasn’t bored anymore. What I’m saying is let your kids and grandkids learn to entertain themselves. It works. You may lose some patience once in awhile, but they will learn one of the most important things in their lives . . . how to pass time without being a pain to everyone around them. You will have a lot of stress relieved, trust me.

Don’t think I don’t know what I’m talking about. I’ve had three kids and I raised them myself from ages 3,7, and 10 on to adulthood. They were good kids. I could take them places and be around people who didn’t like kids. They were welcome anywhere. Raise your kids to be welcome in any situation. It’s part of the job of a parent. They deserve to learn how to get along in the world.

I hope you enjoy your day and the rest of the weekend. Find something new to do. Read a book, see a movie, watch the Daytona 500 tomorrow, engage in life! You will never have time to be bored. Just don’t waste the precious time we all have in a day. Rather be overbooked than bored!

Thank you for reading today. I hope you return tomorrow. I’ll be here, hope to see you!