Two Friends

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I  have been asked to post  this  spoof   again

I have a friend named Bessie Mae, who  comes over and drinks coffee with me each morning.We sit around the table with our coffees and talk about our ailments—I’m ninety and she’s eighty—so we have a lot to talk about. 

Anyway, sometimes we talk about other things, like our kids and recipes, and stuff like that.  So one morning we got to talking about a recipe for a sherry cake. Let me tell you, that is one delicious cake, but I’ve never made one myself because I don’t keep sherry in my pantry—at least not real sherry, and that’s what the recipe calls for.

Well, the more we talked about how good it was, the hungrier we got for that cake, so we decided we’d run out to the liquor store out on the highway—well of course I don’t mean we were going to really run out there—we’re not that lively anymore. In fact, we don’t walk too well, but you know, it gets pretty boring just sitting around all the time, even if you do have a new ailment to talk about every day, so we decided we’d just make a little trip to the liquor store—in Bessie Mae’s car, of course. I don’t drive nowadays. 

It’s not because I can’t—I just didn’t want to fool with taking a driving test again. My gosh, I took one a few years back—well, I reckon it was about seventy years ago, but anyway, I’ve parked my car for awhile. I may change my mind about taking that test, though. It’s just that I don’t hear too well and might irritate the trooper if I kept on driving after he said stop.

Oh well. Back to our trip to the liquor story. I got my walker, and Bessie Mae got her cane—she’s younger than I, remember, and she’s one lively lady. I think it’s because of her red hair. Anyone with hair that red just has to be lively.  Come to think about it, I don’t remember her hair being red when she was younger 

Oh well, back to our trip to the liquor store. It wasn’t far, so we made the trip without any problems. One guy kept honking at us, but we didn’t pay him any attention. We just figured he was trying to get Bessie Mae’s attention on account of her hair. She has that effect on guys, you know. 

Well, anyway, here we were at the store, so we parked---well actually we parked several times. Bessie Mae kept ending up kinda catawampus with the lines. But she finally got parked straight enough so nobody would bump in to us—she’s had her left fender repaired three times because of the careless way people park. 

We had a little trouble at the door. I can tell you it’s not easy to hold a walker and open one of these heavy doors some stores seem to like nowadays. And then the darn thing kept trying to close before I could get out of the way. 

So there we were, and I can tell you that there were so many bottles we didn’t know which way to turn, No one paid us any attention, until my walker knocked a couple of bottles off a shelf. That’s when a clerk came over and offered to help us.

When we told him we needed a bottle of sherry so we could make a sherry cake, he tried to tell us we needed cooking sherry. When we told him the recipe called for real sherry, he just shrugged and pointed to another aisle and said “Take your pick, ladies.” and walked away.

Well, I thought he could’ve been more helpful, but that’s the way it is nowadays. Anyway, we found the sherry without any more help, but we had no idea there were so many kinds. Finally, Bessie Mae picked out a bottle she thought was pretty and said “Let’s get out of here,” so we paid and left. No body asked us to come back, which I thought was a little rude, but it really didn’t matter, because I had no intention of ever visiting that place again.

I think Bessie Mae was a little annoyed, though, but she didn’t let it affect her driving. She obeyed the speed limit and didn’t get distracted by all those people that honked and waved to get her attention. They all seemed to be in a hurry and looked like they were out of sorts about something, so we were glad to get back home and take a little sip of that sherry.

That cake can wait until another day.

Cartng Animals

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 Recently, I read  a Peta post that  stated “all  animals have  the capacity  for thought, intuitiveness, empathy and  decision-making That’s an intriguing statement so I checked it out. .” Examples were given. 

 One,  my favorite, tells of a fat, pot-belly pig,  named LuLu  saving  the life of her owner,  who had  fallen to  the floor with a  heart attack. LuLu managed  to squeeze  through the doggie door, cutting her  belly  in the  process, then running  to the  road and laying  down in  the middle until  someone stopped. Then she led  the person  to the heart attack victim, saving her  life. 

  So, animals see our dangers and  decide what action  to take. And it’s not jist domesticated animals....Wild animals are the same. Scores of  stories  telling about unusual rescues appear each  year, especially of porpoises, and even whales, rescuing people who would   have drowned otherwise.

Another story, also from Peta, tells of a pride of lions helping police rescue a kidnapped girl. Police were closing  in on  the kidnappers, forcing them to move. The cries of the 12 year old kidnapped girl caught the attention   of the lions, so they investigated. Their arrival  caused the men to run away, leaving the girl with the  lions. Then the lions did  a  surprising thing– they  sat in a circle around  the girl until the police  arrived. Then they quietly disappeared back into the forrest.

 On the home front, on a cold, icy day, a  family friend needed   to  go out to  his farm and  break the ice on the water trough, so his cattle could drink. The ice was worse at the farm, causing him  to  slip  and fall. He twisted and turned, but could not get enough traction to get to his feet 

He was  beginning  to worry about his predicament when  Wimpy, his herd bull, appeared  at  his side, lowered his head so our friend could  get  a tight grip, and was lifted  to his feet.

Then, there was a recent story about a dog running fouir miles to get help for a man trapped   in    his wrecked  car.

Animals are truly wonderful, but don’t expect such caring treatment when you meet a wild animal on  a hike. They can be vicious.

Silly Memories https://rockingwithdannie.blogspot.com/2024/07/silly-memories.html

  A while back, my care-giver and I were  chatting  and I discovered  that   her  grandfather was an old classmate of mine  back in our two-room  school days. That was  the most exciting thing  that   happened that day, and brought  back a ton of memories.

One day  his  older  sister cane to school wearing a brand new, store bought dress with  a sixteen-gore  skirt...the latest fad at that time.   I renumber it well. It was a blue printed cotton that was selling  for $2.98 at J.C. Penny’s.  I know,  because I checked  it out  he next time  I went to town.

That  was beyond my reach financially,  so I broached the  subject of a sixteen-gore skirted dress to my mother who made all my clothes on  her Singer sewing machine.  She never used a pattern,,,just laid  out  the material and cut.

I was disappointed  rthat she wouldn’t tackle more than eight gores, but settled for that. Today the old Singer is at  rest by a wall in the guest room.