Sep 302015

This summer, my daughter, Tori, and I had a garage sale. The way things make the rounds is really something, because I was selling a few items that I had purchased at a garage sale the summer before!

A lady in her early seventies stopped by our sale and picked up an assortment of stuff. As she was paying, she explained what would become of the items. She said she lived with her son and daughter-in-law, and she was going to hurry, “before they get home . . . and store this stuff in a building at the back of their property.”

Tori and I exchanged glances, because it was funny, and the woman knew it was funny, but who wants to laugh at a customer buying your junk?

Maybe we’ll see our stuff at her garage sale someday down the road and want to buy it back, you know, for nostalgia’s sake.

While we are talking about our stuff . . .

Someone told me about the man who made his wife swear to bury him with all his money. When he died, she slipped a small box into the casket before they closed the lid. Later, a close friend asked her what was in the box. The woman said  he made her promise that she would bury his money with him when he died. She decided that the best way to do that was to write a check, made out to him.

Things are meant to be used, shared, and given away. These things can make life easier, but they aren’t going with us when we die. Clean out, clear out, donate, or have a garage sale and spread some love. Someone might just want what you are getting rid of, and store it in a building at the back of their property. 🙂

Love my readers,








Sep 242015

spools of threadI was looking back through one of my forty-plus diaries today, and never cease to be amused at all the stuff I recorded. The memories rush back, and I wonder how this or that could have been forgotten.

Today I read that at eight, Lilly would play on one side of the basement, while I exercised on the other side for about forty-five minutes every day. I had more energy back then. When it was time for my shower, I would put her in her room, shut the door, and then place a spool of thread on top of the outside doorknob.

If Lilly tried to leave her room, the spool of thread would drop, and I’d know that she had sneaked out to  “roam and pillage.” It happened many times before the thread idea.

Of course, if I was in the shower, what could I have done to stop her? But she seemed afraid of the spool dropping, (as if I had set a grenade on her doorknob), so it worked for me.

So, parents of little kids, get out the mighty spool of thread, and let those kids gaze at it while you explain its power. Then go take a shower.  🙂 Nealie

Sep 202015

I was at the grocery store yesterday, pushing my cart down a congested canned-goods lane. I happened to see an older gentleman who was trapped by all the carts that women were trying to squeeze past him. I felt bad for him and apologized as I, too, maneuvered by.

He turned around cautiously, probably to see if he was free from danger, when I noticed the T-shirt that he had on. The front of it said, “Old Guys Rule.”

Not this time. He would have had better luck with, “FBI” or “I Can Bark Like A Dog.”

Tonight, I took four young grandchildren to church -a major accomplishment for anyone. Four clean, well-dressed children. I felt pretty good about it.

It was only on the way out that I saw that little Travis was wearing a pair of adult flip-flops.  🙂 Nealie


Sep 152015

In Chasing Lilly, our foster daughter, Lilly, innocently told us not to sell the house, because she wanted to live in it after we died.

Well, I had a recent conversation with Travis, my mathematical seven-year-old grandson.

He said, “If you come to see me when I’m 37, I’ll be putting on our new roof.”


“Yes, our new roof is going to last for thirty years. Then I’ll be 37, and I can help put on the new one.”

“Okay, I’ll come watch you do it,” I said with enthusiasm.

Then he said, “And when I’m that old, if you’re not, like dead or anything, I’ll come live with you, too.”

So, Lilly wants the house after we die, and Travis wants to live with us when he’s 37 –if we aren’t like . . .dead.

Bruce and I and our house seem rather popular. 😯 -Nealie