By Jackie Deal
“There is no joy in Mudville, mighty Casey (Jackie) has struck out.” (Or something like that.) No “Hip, Hip, Hooray.” No “Whoopi!” Maybe just a “Whoo”. You see, I‘ve just had my six week check-up after total hip replacement and had been counting on all restrictions being lifted. Not so. Continue reading
Just over a year ago, a good friend asked if I would write a story for the TV Log.
I declined because, as I told her, I am not a writer. I don’t have the discipline or background to be a writer. The only thing I ever had published was a two-word review of Rita’s Dyson vacuum cleaner. “ It sucks “. Besides, it’s too hard and I’m lazy. She persisted, so I said I would give it a shot. ONE TIME ONLY!!! Well, I’m still lazy, I still lack discipline, and it’s harder than I thought. Much harder. It’s also addictive. So here we are. Continue reading
By Jackie Deal
It started around coffee, three women talking.
“Ya’ know there’s so much about my rig that I don’t know anything about.” Continue reading
Remember road maps? Those giant pieces of paper that re-folded so neatly?
They showed the roads ahead leading from hither to yon.You could stop in any gas station and pick one up for the state you were in. All while the guy pumped your gas, checked your oil and cleaned your windshield. Nowadays you turn on your GPS and listen to your choice of annoying voices telling you to “ turn left in thirteen point six miles “ or “ Hey stupid, you missed your turn. Go back and take a right.” Continue reading
Use your imagination.
Midnight. Full Moon.
The barnyards for miles around are slowly emptying. The word has been passed for weeks. Tonight is the much awaited performance of the annual barnyard ballet. This year, Paulina Porkiskova will be the Prima Ballerina. She, and the rest of the passel are already in their ten tens. Pig size for tu tus. There are now several hundred animals anxiously waiting around the lake. There is a hush as the show is about to start. Continue reading
By Jackie Deal
Amber is lost! Disappeared! Not to be found. I’ve looked everywhere. High. Low. Her favorite hidey hole. No Amber. The water heater repairman-prone across the kitchen floor, head under the sink- mumbles “I didn’t let the cat out. She’s not out.” With all the things Amber is, she’s not an outdoor cat. She’s a beautiful tuxedo cat, black and white, sensitive, independent but Amber is not an outdoor cat.
I frantically begin to call, “KITTY! KITTY!” She has never, ever answered me before but I try anyway. “KITTY! KITTY!” ‘’meow-ow-ow.” “KITTY! KITTY!” “meow-ow-ow”. She’s answered! I start to trace the pitiful meow. The living room? No. Bedroom? No. Kitchen? No. Aw, the bathroom. I look under the sink, behind the toilet, in the linen closet. Continue reading
Bob Feiler was able to salvage enough wood from the washout to build a temporary bridge. No excuses now.
The gas has been turned off to this appliance. We have had members tell us about smelling propane in the area. When we are ready to start using the kitchen and stove again, it will be inspected and the gas turned back on.
Here are a couple of pictures to illustrate the need for airflow under your sheds. This shed will need to be replaced because there was no airflow, and the floor has rotted away. Take a look at your sheds and if there is no airflow, please get the problem fixed before your shed looks like this one.
Rockey Shanahan #62
