just a note . . . the first part of this story is back in May 2009
Krysta and I took supper over to the guys at barn #2. The guys were sorting pigs - getting ready to load them the next morning at some unearthly hour. They worked up quite a sweat inside their navy blue coveralls and rubber boots. Fortunately the curtains were down and the breeze could blow in on all sides. Who would ever have dreamed of all the changes in hog units over the last twenty years. Now they have curtains for walls instead of a normal wall. These curtains open and shut depending on the temperature. All with automatic sensors of course. The walls are equipped with bird netting to keep birds from flying inside when the curtain is down.
We had a real tailgate party. While Krysta was walking along the barn screeching at the pigs I threw a table cloth down and arranged our supper. Sloppy jo and buns, pickles and potato chips. Sugar free kool aid to drink. (times have changed!) Ellis used to say he would never drink that sugar free *slop.* Deanne baked some bars for us. Applesauce made from our very own apple trees finished the feast.
By that time Ellis, Jeremy, Evan and Jorgan were ready to eat. As they chowed down we listened to the first spring peepers in the swamp. The leaves on the trees were that wonderful shade of green you find only in spring. A soft breeze carried the scent of black earth. A new moon sailed high in the sky.
I couldn't help thinking of farm families all across this land taking supper to their men, spreading red checked cloths on the ground and eating at the edge of fields. Faintly I remembered another picnic: a family of four girls headed west on a trip to visit relatives in British Colombia.
Mom raised chickens and butchered them. Before we left on our trip she got up early and fried chicken for our lunch. I hate to think of how early. She packed a wide mouth thermos full of hot, fried chicken. When our stomachs started to growl Dad pulled off on a prairie trail. We stood around the car and ate our fill. That was so far beyond any food from a fast food restaurant today.
Or how about the time Trenda and I made huge pizzas and hauled them to Hayfield, the small neighboring town where Jerry and Ellis were building a new house. They wanted to work as late as possible while the sun shone. The pizza was scrumptious.
This past week we met with our church family for a picnic in Rochester.
We had a potato bar. Everyone brought two toppings for potatoes and one topping for ice cream. It was a chance to sit around and relax after a full day of all the things we do to fill our days. Everyone agreed we should do this again -- soon.
Since we are no longer taking care of hog barns #1, #2 and #3 it is easier to do spur of the moment things like drive to Rochester for a picnic or drive to WI for a birthday party. Thanks again for the invitation!
Tuesday, August 24, 2010
Tuesday, August 17, 2010
Cousins
ALL BECAUSE TWO PEOPLE FELL IN LOVE . . .
a quote by -- DONNA ATKINS
If I knew how I would scan a picture of Grandpa and Grandma Skrivseth's wedding picture here and the title:
Ben and Christine Skrivseth
May 22, 1937
They had three boys and six girls. Two of the boys, Arnie and Sid, grew up and married cousins, Leona Martin and Ruth Kauffman. Leona and Ruth are first cousins once removed or something like that.
We used to visit Sid and Ruth. Our two families could easily fit around one looong table. Memories include washing and drying stacks of dishes with Arla and Evie, sitting around in the living room and listening to stories, laughter, piano playing, talking about the latest books we've been reading, playing with the newest addition to the family . . . Arla and Evie had baby brothers and sisters!
Far off in some of my earliest memories -- Dad and I were there for a conference? Leah was with us and I'm not sure who else. I informed everyone that Mom and Ladina couldn't come 'cause Ladina was sick and had to be in the hospital --
and -- THEY HAD TO FEED HER THROUGH THE *BRAINS.*
On the same occasion stories of bats swooping through attics were told. I was imagining bats getting tangled up in long hair and was scared to go to sleep. Foggy memories . . . did a bat really appear?
Fast forward to the year 2010 . . . Now when Arnie's family and Sid's family get together it takes more than a looong table to seat them. It takes a big room with lots of tables. There are thirty-five people and counting in Arnie's family. Sid and Ruth counted up their family for us last night. They have seventy-one and counting -- if we did the math right.
So far that's counting the boys in Ben and Christina's family. We haven't started on the girls.
Cousins are fun. They are people you can connect with and start talking right where you left off the last time.
a quote by -- DONNA ATKINS
If I knew how I would scan a picture of Grandpa and Grandma Skrivseth's wedding picture here and the title:
Ben and Christine Skrivseth
May 22, 1937
They had three boys and six girls. Two of the boys, Arnie and Sid, grew up and married cousins, Leona Martin and Ruth Kauffman. Leona and Ruth are first cousins once removed or something like that.
We used to visit Sid and Ruth. Our two families could easily fit around one looong table. Memories include washing and drying stacks of dishes with Arla and Evie, sitting around in the living room and listening to stories, laughter, piano playing, talking about the latest books we've been reading, playing with the newest addition to the family . . . Arla and Evie had baby brothers and sisters!
Far off in some of my earliest memories -- Dad and I were there for a conference? Leah was with us and I'm not sure who else. I informed everyone that Mom and Ladina couldn't come 'cause Ladina was sick and had to be in the hospital --
and -- THEY HAD TO FEED HER THROUGH THE *BRAINS.*
On the same occasion stories of bats swooping through attics were told. I was imagining bats getting tangled up in long hair and was scared to go to sleep. Foggy memories . . . did a bat really appear?
Fast forward to the year 2010 . . . Now when Arnie's family and Sid's family get together it takes more than a looong table to seat them. It takes a big room with lots of tables. There are thirty-five people and counting in Arnie's family. Sid and Ruth counted up their family for us last night. They have seventy-one and counting -- if we did the math right.
So far that's counting the boys in Ben and Christina's family. We haven't started on the girls.
Cousins are fun. They are people you can connect with and start talking right where you left off the last time.
Monday, August 2, 2010
50th Wedding Anniversary
Here we go -- for those of you who couldn't be here for Dad and Mom's 50th wedding celebration
We had a lot of fun planning this weekend. We started way last June 2009 at our family reunion with a guest list and jobs assigned to everyone. Ideas and menus, finding a date that suits and on and on . . .
found out there is even the possibility of being too organized and planning too far in advance as in this little episode:
Drove to the Senior Center one day last fall to check if we could reserve the place for next spring. "Oh, you are way too early. I don't even have my calendar for next year. I'll write those two days down for you. Next spring come in and I'll give you the key. you're all set."
This nice gal grew up in Northern Mn. Her dad and mom went to Williams school with the Skrivseth crew. They promptly sent Dad and Mom a beautiful anniversary card. All systems steam ahead.
This spring when I stopped in to check everything out again and pay for the two days she was quite frantic. "I forgot you wanted two days. I only saved Sunday for you and I have someone booked on Saturday afternoon." I took a deep breath and told her not to worry -- we would figure something out. She said, "Have you tried the city center?"
I said, "We did, but they don't rent it for family groups."
Determined look on her face, "They will for me."
We walked over to the city center and the gal behind the desk listened then said, "We don't rent it for family groups. You have to be a business."
Lori looked at me and said, "You just became a business."
Gal behind the desk saw that Lori would not be moved. "You'll have to talk to Mike. I can't rent it to you."
We waited for Mike to appear. Lori introduced me to him and told the whole story. He stroked his chin and said, "I think we can do that for Arnie." Later I told dad he has friends in high places.
So on Saturday, April 24, 2010 we gathered at the City Center in Blooming Prairie. Almost everyone in our family got to be here. How do you pack 50 years into two short open houses?
Ladina put together a lovely power point presentation. lots of old photos saw the light of day. We gathered old photo albums and brought them along so people could browse through them. Trenda made a scrapbook with more recent pictures.
Guests arrived and memories overflowed . . .
There was a time to share stories and memories.
Dave and Leah played guitar and violin and sang:
The Eliezer Call
O get ready, evening shadows fall
Can't you hear the Eliezer Call?
There's going to be a wedding
And our joy will soon begin
In the evening when the camel train comes in.
Dan sang Amazing Grace after someone went online and got the words for him since we had no song books in that place. Dad played a couple songs on the violin. Dawn, Ladina, Trenda and Maria bravely sang two of the old songs from days gone by. It was only by that Amazing Grace that we didn't break down and cry half way through because of all the emotions that float to the surface on a day like this.
Perspective of a nine year old going on ten . . .
Will there be anyone my age?
Looking at it from the eyes of a sixteen year old . . .
Why is the open house soo long?
11:30 - 4:00? That's such a long time!
Maria made decorations for each table. She found old drawers from an ancient sewing machine cabinet. A candle in each and decorative berries twined around the top. Sorry--wish I had a picture. Words are sometimes inadequate. The candles were cream and burgundy.
Carol brought a beautiful bouquet of flowers.
Food:
There were lots of salads to choose from. Including the world famous potato salad made by my friend, Viv. All the makings for sub sandwiches on bread or dinner rolls. There was punch and coffee. cake and ice cream
All together a day filled with fun and laughter. We missed all of you who couldn't be there.
At the last when everyone was gone we cleaned everything and hauled our stuff one block over to the Senior Center and set it up for the next day.
Went home -- to the Bible School and relaxed for the evening where there was more food and conversation and good times for all.
We had a lot of fun planning this weekend. We started way last June 2009 at our family reunion with a guest list and jobs assigned to everyone. Ideas and menus, finding a date that suits and on and on . . .
found out there is even the possibility of being too organized and planning too far in advance as in this little episode:
Drove to the Senior Center one day last fall to check if we could reserve the place for next spring. "Oh, you are way too early. I don't even have my calendar for next year. I'll write those two days down for you. Next spring come in and I'll give you the key. you're all set."
This nice gal grew up in Northern Mn. Her dad and mom went to Williams school with the Skrivseth crew. They promptly sent Dad and Mom a beautiful anniversary card. All systems steam ahead.
This spring when I stopped in to check everything out again and pay for the two days she was quite frantic. "I forgot you wanted two days. I only saved Sunday for you and I have someone booked on Saturday afternoon." I took a deep breath and told her not to worry -- we would figure something out. She said, "Have you tried the city center?"
I said, "We did, but they don't rent it for family groups."
Determined look on her face, "They will for me."
We walked over to the city center and the gal behind the desk listened then said, "We don't rent it for family groups. You have to be a business."
Lori looked at me and said, "You just became a business."
Gal behind the desk saw that Lori would not be moved. "You'll have to talk to Mike. I can't rent it to you."
We waited for Mike to appear. Lori introduced me to him and told the whole story. He stroked his chin and said, "I think we can do that for Arnie." Later I told dad he has friends in high places.
So on Saturday, April 24, 2010 we gathered at the City Center in Blooming Prairie. Almost everyone in our family got to be here. How do you pack 50 years into two short open houses?
Ladina put together a lovely power point presentation. lots of old photos saw the light of day. We gathered old photo albums and brought them along so people could browse through them. Trenda made a scrapbook with more recent pictures.
Guests arrived and memories overflowed . . .
There was a time to share stories and memories.
Dave and Leah played guitar and violin and sang:
The Eliezer Call
O get ready, evening shadows fall
Can't you hear the Eliezer Call?
There's going to be a wedding
And our joy will soon begin
In the evening when the camel train comes in.
Dan sang Amazing Grace after someone went online and got the words for him since we had no song books in that place. Dad played a couple songs on the violin. Dawn, Ladina, Trenda and Maria bravely sang two of the old songs from days gone by. It was only by that Amazing Grace that we didn't break down and cry half way through because of all the emotions that float to the surface on a day like this.
Perspective of a nine year old going on ten . . .
Will there be anyone my age?
Looking at it from the eyes of a sixteen year old . . .
Why is the open house soo long?
11:30 - 4:00? That's such a long time!
Maria made decorations for each table. She found old drawers from an ancient sewing machine cabinet. A candle in each and decorative berries twined around the top. Sorry--wish I had a picture. Words are sometimes inadequate. The candles were cream and burgundy.
Carol brought a beautiful bouquet of flowers.
Food:
There were lots of salads to choose from. Including the world famous potato salad made by my friend, Viv. All the makings for sub sandwiches on bread or dinner rolls. There was punch and coffee. cake and ice cream
All together a day filled with fun and laughter. We missed all of you who couldn't be there.
At the last when everyone was gone we cleaned everything and hauled our stuff one block over to the Senior Center and set it up for the next day.
Went home -- to the Bible School and relaxed for the evening where there was more food and conversation and good times for all.
Wednesday, March 3, 2010
MARCH 3, 2010
Where did February go? And January?
Just a quick note to let you know we are still on planet earth . . . I'll have to work backwards and fill you in on past events. Starting with today.
My friend, Jane, went with me to clean. We got a chuckle over the idea of two *messies* polishing a *cleanies* house. After we finished we went to the *S & A department store* [otherwise known as the Salvation Army] and found books. I got a couple Louis L'amour books and a John Grisham book for the guys at our house and some books for everyone . . .
The Great House of God Max Lucado
IT WAS ON FIRE WHEN I LAY DOWN ON IT ROBERT FULGHUM
PSALMS THE MESSAGE
I can't wait to start reading again.
Near the beginning of January I started a Gratitude Book. In it I'm writing down everything I'm thankful for. I have another notebook for complaining.
Ellis, Jeremy and Jorgan are delivering mats for HogSlat this evening. Deanne is at Bible School,
Evan is going to Applebees, Krysta had a late piano lesson this evening. Krysta and I are locking up the store and going home since she has finished playing the piano and I am done with this update.
Good-night and God bless you one and all!
Just a quick note to let you know we are still on planet earth . . . I'll have to work backwards and fill you in on past events. Starting with today.
My friend, Jane, went with me to clean. We got a chuckle over the idea of two *messies* polishing a *cleanies* house. After we finished we went to the *S & A department store* [otherwise known as the Salvation Army] and found books. I got a couple Louis L'amour books and a John Grisham book for the guys at our house and some books for everyone . . .
The Great House of God Max Lucado
IT WAS ON FIRE WHEN I LAY DOWN ON IT ROBERT FULGHUM
PSALMS THE MESSAGE
I can't wait to start reading again.
Near the beginning of January I started a Gratitude Book. In it I'm writing down everything I'm thankful for. I have another notebook for complaining.
Ellis, Jeremy and Jorgan are delivering mats for HogSlat this evening. Deanne is at Bible School,
Evan is going to Applebees, Krysta had a late piano lesson this evening. Krysta and I are locking up the store and going home since she has finished playing the piano and I am done with this update.
Good-night and God bless you one and all!
Wednesday, January 6, 2010
January 2010
We had green eggs and ham for breakfast on New Years Day.
Fixed by Krysta -- age 11. She had to substitute pepperoni for the ham but that didn't matter. They were delectable!
break eggs into bowl
beat with fork
add a dash of milk
add food coloring for desired shade of green
pour into hot skillet
add ham/pepperoni
keep stirring while the eggs fry
pour into serving bowl and keep hot
melt cheese on top of eggs
A yummy start to the day.
We got to stay home all day long. We didn't have to go anywhere. Luxury!
And now it is snowing with a forecast of 2 - 4 inches possible. Some places are in for a blizzard by the sounds of it. We aren't allowed to have any more snow days here on the prairie. =)
It just doesn't pay the bills. according to the bus owner
A Happy New Year to all of you from all of us!
Fixed by Krysta -- age 11. She had to substitute pepperoni for the ham but that didn't matter. They were delectable!
break eggs into bowl
beat with fork
add a dash of milk
add food coloring for desired shade of green
pour into hot skillet
add ham/pepperoni
keep stirring while the eggs fry
pour into serving bowl and keep hot
melt cheese on top of eggs
A yummy start to the day.
We got to stay home all day long. We didn't have to go anywhere. Luxury!
And now it is snowing with a forecast of 2 - 4 inches possible. Some places are in for a blizzard by the sounds of it. We aren't allowed to have any more snow days here on the prairie. =)
It just doesn't pay the bills. according to the bus owner
A Happy New Year to all of you from all of us!
Monday, December 28, 2009
Christmas 2009
Everything moves very slowly or not at all when it comes to keeping a blog these days. This happened to me at the beginning of December. Now here it is the end of December before I had a chance to get it all written down.
Driving bus in the afternoon . . . turned on to a gravel road. The road grader had just gone.
There was not a track except for what the maintainer had left behind.
I marveled at the color of the gravel, a beautiful rusty brown.
Thought of the satisfaction the maintainance man must have felt to leave this perfect road.
Ellis used to run a road grader in MT when we lived there. He got the whole process down to a fine art. I felt like I was driving on a piece of fine art.
This road made me think of house wives long ago who sanded their kitchen floors. I've only read about this in books . . . The Witch of Blackbird Pond and some of L.M. Montgomery's books. Sounds foreign to me. Why they wanted/needed to put sand on their kitchen floors is beyond me. I'm sure there was a reason for it.
Anyway as I drove down this lovely road and dropped off three students I thought about the past three months of autumn.
September -- hot with not a drop of rain. Day after day of drought.
Bus #7 bumped and skittered across this very same road. There were potholes and rumble strips and dust.
October -- rain or snow all month long. Cool wet rain . . . running down the window panes. Dripping off the ears of corn in the fields. Splashing in the mud puddles.
We were waiting, wondering, "Are we going to have an Indian Summer?"
November -- day after day of sunshine again. Farmers harvesting the crops. So much joy and satisfaction watching the combines and tractors and trucks and wagons . . .
. . . and road graders. They were on a roll, too. Going over the roads, cutting out the pot holes and rumbles strips.
Thought of that jingle we used to write in our friends autograph books.
Your life lies before you
Like a field of driven snow
Be careful how you step on it
'Cause every step will show.
I could say:
Your life lies before you
Just like a gravel road
Be careful how you drive on it
'Cause every track will show.
ooops it doesn't rhyme. How's this?
Your life lies before you
Just like a gravel road
Be careful how you drive on it
You might run over a toad.
Definately not fine poetry. But I thought of how my life is like this gravel road. Sometimes there are deep potholes. Dreadful, bumpy places . . . rumble strips . . . dry dusty times . . .
Then rains come
Cold, dreary, days
Wet, streaming, splashing water
The sun eventually comes out and dries out the muddy places.
It's time for the Master road grader to come along and cut the edges. A furrow of dirt is left in the middle of the road. The blade is slanted just so to make a crown on the road so water will shed properly. The Master comes back again to spread the furrrow out. My road is ready for trucks and cars and pickups and buses to drive on again.
Maybe all those vehicles are symbols of the many relationships in my life. Husband, children
parents, brothers, sisters, extended family, friends, aquaintances, perfect strangers I meet along the way . . .
I am so grateful for Jesus, my Master.
He came to this world as a babe in the manger.
He was willing to give His life for you and me.
a quote from:
Take Joy!
The Tasha Tudor Christmas Book
I salute you! There is nothing I can give you which you have not; but there is much, that, while I cannot give, you can take.
No heaven can come to us unless our hearts find rest in it today. Take Heaven.
No peace lies in the future which is not hidden in this present instant. Take peace.
The gloom of the world is but a shadow; behind it, yet, within our reach, is joy. Take joy!
And so, at this Christmas time I greet you, with the prayer that for you, now and forever, the day breaks and the shadows flee away.
A.D. 1513 FRA GIOVANNI
Best wishes to all of you this holiday season
~ from the Harshbargers!
Driving bus in the afternoon . . . turned on to a gravel road. The road grader had just gone.
There was not a track except for what the maintainer had left behind.
I marveled at the color of the gravel, a beautiful rusty brown.
Thought of the satisfaction the maintainance man must have felt to leave this perfect road.
Ellis used to run a road grader in MT when we lived there. He got the whole process down to a fine art. I felt like I was driving on a piece of fine art.
This road made me think of house wives long ago who sanded their kitchen floors. I've only read about this in books . . . The Witch of Blackbird Pond and some of L.M. Montgomery's books. Sounds foreign to me. Why they wanted/needed to put sand on their kitchen floors is beyond me. I'm sure there was a reason for it.
Anyway as I drove down this lovely road and dropped off three students I thought about the past three months of autumn.
September -- hot with not a drop of rain. Day after day of drought.
Bus #7 bumped and skittered across this very same road. There were potholes and rumble strips and dust.
October -- rain or snow all month long. Cool wet rain . . . running down the window panes. Dripping off the ears of corn in the fields. Splashing in the mud puddles.
We were waiting, wondering, "Are we going to have an Indian Summer?"
November -- day after day of sunshine again. Farmers harvesting the crops. So much joy and satisfaction watching the combines and tractors and trucks and wagons . . .
. . . and road graders. They were on a roll, too. Going over the roads, cutting out the pot holes and rumbles strips.
Thought of that jingle we used to write in our friends autograph books.
Your life lies before you
Like a field of driven snow
Be careful how you step on it
'Cause every step will show.
I could say:
Your life lies before you
Just like a gravel road
Be careful how you drive on it
'Cause every track will show.
ooops it doesn't rhyme. How's this?
Your life lies before you
Just like a gravel road
Be careful how you drive on it
You might run over a toad.
Definately not fine poetry. But I thought of how my life is like this gravel road. Sometimes there are deep potholes. Dreadful, bumpy places . . . rumble strips . . . dry dusty times . . .
Then rains come
Cold, dreary, days
Wet, streaming, splashing water
The sun eventually comes out and dries out the muddy places.
It's time for the Master road grader to come along and cut the edges. A furrow of dirt is left in the middle of the road. The blade is slanted just so to make a crown on the road so water will shed properly. The Master comes back again to spread the furrrow out. My road is ready for trucks and cars and pickups and buses to drive on again.
Maybe all those vehicles are symbols of the many relationships in my life. Husband, children
parents, brothers, sisters, extended family, friends, aquaintances, perfect strangers I meet along the way . . .
I am so grateful for Jesus, my Master.
He came to this world as a babe in the manger.
He was willing to give His life for you and me.
a quote from:
Take Joy!
The Tasha Tudor Christmas Book
I salute you! There is nothing I can give you which you have not; but there is much, that, while I cannot give, you can take.
No heaven can come to us unless our hearts find rest in it today. Take Heaven.
No peace lies in the future which is not hidden in this present instant. Take peace.
The gloom of the world is but a shadow; behind it, yet, within our reach, is joy. Take joy!
And so, at this Christmas time I greet you, with the prayer that for you, now and forever, the day breaks and the shadows flee away.
A.D. 1513 FRA GIOVANNI
Best wishes to all of you this holiday season
~ from the Harshbargers!
Monday, November 30, 2009
the weird things we say sometimes
foot in mouth . . . . again
Last week there was a day when I was late for everything.
I was late for my cleaning job. That in turn made me late for driving bus.
(The first time this has ever happened I might add.)
We pull into diagonal slots at the high school so it wasn't an inconvenience for anyone else. We used to park bumper to bumper at the high school. That would have been more tricky. I was there before the first students came out the door. We have some extra time built in to the schedule for just such a day as this.
After driving bus I wanted to run to the bank. Squeaked in the door at 4:54 P.M. They close at 5:oo P.M.
Carol's window was open. As I filled out the deposit ticket I moaned, "Tt seems like I've been running late all day."
She laughed and said, "Oh you have a few minutes before we close."
I glanced at the clock and said, "But I'm holding you up."
Then I thought how that might sound. in a bank . . . at the counter . . .
I said, "I didn't mean that!"
Carol laughed. The gal at the next window laughed and said, "Now if you had said, 'Stick 'em up!' we might be worried."
Carol turned around and waved at the security camara and said, "Just delete that last bit. She didn't mean it."
Nice to have such a friendly bank at times like this.
Carol started teasing me again. "I can just picture the headlines in the paper."
*SHE SEEMED LIKE SUCH A NICE QUIET LADY*
That started us on the subject of the media -- as in the bus accident a couple days before.
The media is digging up dirt about the bus driver from the 90's . . . . never mind that apparently he went through all the hoops to correct the wrong he did back then. Now he was employed again and suffering from a medical condition that caused this accident . . .
and this computer has a mind of its own I guess
I don't know what button I accidently pushed to cause the first part to publish while I was in the middle of writing ={
maybe I corrected it "all by myself this time" said the little red hen. let's see what happens
I am clicking on *publish post*
Last week there was a day when I was late for everything.
I was late for my cleaning job. That in turn made me late for driving bus.
(The first time this has ever happened I might add.)
We pull into diagonal slots at the high school so it wasn't an inconvenience for anyone else. We used to park bumper to bumper at the high school. That would have been more tricky. I was there before the first students came out the door. We have some extra time built in to the schedule for just such a day as this.
After driving bus I wanted to run to the bank. Squeaked in the door at 4:54 P.M. They close at 5:oo P.M.
Carol's window was open. As I filled out the deposit ticket I moaned, "Tt seems like I've been running late all day."
She laughed and said, "Oh you have a few minutes before we close."
I glanced at the clock and said, "But I'm holding you up."
Then I thought how that might sound. in a bank . . . at the counter . . .
I said, "I didn't mean that!"
Carol laughed. The gal at the next window laughed and said, "Now if you had said, 'Stick 'em up!' we might be worried."
Carol turned around and waved at the security camara and said, "Just delete that last bit. She didn't mean it."
Nice to have such a friendly bank at times like this.
Carol started teasing me again. "I can just picture the headlines in the paper."
*SHE SEEMED LIKE SUCH A NICE QUIET LADY*
That started us on the subject of the media -- as in the bus accident a couple days before.
The media is digging up dirt about the bus driver from the 90's . . . . never mind that apparently he went through all the hoops to correct the wrong he did back then. Now he was employed again and suffering from a medical condition that caused this accident . . .
and this computer has a mind of its own I guess
I don't know what button I accidently pushed to cause the first part to publish while I was in the middle of writing ={
maybe I corrected it "all by myself this time" said the little red hen. let's see what happens
I am clicking on *publish post*
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