20 BELOW STATEMENTS

And she said................it is too great a procrastination tool and I need to focus at this time. I am most productive in the springtime so want to take full advantage of the coming months. If you wish to stay in touch, please write................

Little brittle?

Over stated?

No wiggle room?

If someone you knew sent you this note, how would you react? Would you write? Wouldn't it depend on how well you knew her?

Where is the rule that note has to equal note? Or is it not procrastination on her part, rather no one is visiting with her?

There is much to be said about what people write. My good friend, Ella, used to say, "I read between the lines". Actually, I write between the lines.

The statement makes me shiver, yet, she has the right to make the statement. The icicle comes because there is no rebuttal.

Be warm in winter and in friendships.

e

NYLONS ON THE FLY

..and she said, "Darn nylons, stuck my finger in them and made a hole while trying to put them on................"

Think about when WWII was in progress and all the nylon was going to the war effort and women put black eye brow pencil lines up the back of their legs so it LOOKED like they were wearing stockings!

Think about how we went from nylons with seams, "are my seams straight"? to no seams so it looked like you had tan legs. What colors did they offer? Suntan and beige. Suntan legs and pale white skin on our arms. Oh, the harmony of it.

Then, skirts and dresses got short and pantyhose took the scene. Pink rubber like girdles where below the hem line.

But the funniest thing I remember about nylons and girdles was a girl named PH. She was no bigger than a might but wore a Playtex rubber girdle and for those of us in gym class who got wet after a shower, getting those garments on was a real challenge unless you were dry.

But there is something even funnier. My Mother was very proper. My brother was going to boot camp and would leave from Fargo, ND. The family drove to Fargo on a very hot summer day in a car without air conditioning. Mother was all dressed up including a girdle and socks.

We were sitting at the restaurant and she excused herself, only to come back with a bulging purse and bare legs. Greg said she only needed a girdle to hold up her socks. She had removed both, she was just way too warm.

Yet, something else is recalled. I got one pair of nylons a week. If I ruined them on Monday, tough unless I wanted to buy them out of my allowance. Socks were more than my allowance, by the way.

Didn't seem like anyone had clear nail polish to stop the runs which ran up and down, only red polish. At the end of the week the socks were speckled when I tied them on the antenna of Rag doll and sped around declaring liberation.

I still think nylons are in order to finish out an outfit. I can't help that, it is just the finish.

I have three bags of panty hose in the bottom center drawer of the dresser. One of black, another navy, and the last tan/beige/and suntan. There is also a bag full of nylon like knee highs. If you come into the house while we are sleeping, please feel free to steal these items. Especially if you need to have nylons on the fly.

Joy to you.

e

THE MISSING INGREDIENT

And she said, "I am missing an ingredient......for my pie!

One is either born with insight, or like Old Trunks, you learn it by coming up short enough times.

And such is the case with daughter making an apple pie. She could roll a crust as a teenage like I have never learned and perhaps, never will. Although Rachel did not say I am missing an ingredient, we did realize that we could do better with just another apple or two. We had already cleared out the mix of apple types in the fridge.

Elizabeth and Walter north of us a couple of houses and gave us a couple of apples in exchange for pie. Elizabeth was not happy that Walter said it was the best pie he ever had.

Maybe a mix of apples, good friends, and a superb crust makes no only for a great pie but life itself.

What's your missing ingredient?

e

WHEN IS OLD?

..And he said, "What is your opinion of me"................

Tell me, if your husband asked you that, would the first thing that came to your mind come out of your mouth? Surprise! It did for me.


My concern is strictly for him. He and I have had numerous conversations about what he would do if he didn't work. He fishes; that is his only hobby. He complains about his brain not functioning well. We had a everything on the table discussion last night about what his strong points are. He asked me my opinion and he got a cannonball express answer. I don't think it matters if he is 68 and drops dead or he has to cut his losses. I think it only matters if he has a sense of accomplishment and a sense of worth about himself on a day to day basis. I am convinced that is what it is all about and the rest is just bucks and bucking.

I truly find that he needs to give away his information. He had a conversation with the couple at Gander Mountain over the weekend. This keeps him alive and in the loop. Sitting on the sofa and watching the news does nothing for him exchanging information.

As for him thinking his brain is drying up, I pointed out to him that, in the summer while fishing, he is watching his line, where the boat it, what the weather is, and watching what I am doing including toss, tangles, missing fish, etc, etc, etc. So the brain part doesn't bother me.

He talks about his health in some form every day. But it doesn't stop him from wrangling a tread mill about in the basement, shoveling/blowing snow or running six flights of stairs at work several times a day for exercise.

Almost tearfully I reminded him that he was a ask the question, answer the question kind of guy and that certainly was so much a part of him that it is a strength.

Perhaps what we all have to realize is that we all have an opinion about most things going on around us. We just aren't asked that often.

So, what was my first thing out of my mouth? WOW, I am honored you asked.

e

TOUCH DOWN CAFE`

......And it said she is offering a free food tasting event at the Touch Down Cafe` today.

Old Trunks asked herself, is there a real Touch Down Cafe` somewhere? And the answer is yes.

There is one in Ann Arbor, MI which has closed. The man who did the review said he vomited a little and he also was glad it was closed because it was dirty. Well, we can't go there for lunch for free samples, can we? Closed why? Lost there liquor license.

Touchdown Cafe in Australia is a stand out for the excellent food but also the fact that the cafe has a large patio area facing the taxiway of the airfield so that you can watch the aircraft taking off and lading and if your lucky even get to see a few people taking lessons in some of the helicopters that are based here, all while eating your breakfast.

And what a breakfast it is at Wellesbourne, hand on heart (ironic I know when you talk about large meaty fry-ups) I personally feel that the breakfast served at Wellesbourne is the best breakfast I've ever had, and it's not only the breakfasts, the rest of the food cooked here is outstanding, in fact I can never make my mind up if to have the breakfast, one of their delicious omelette's or to just go mad and stuff myself with one of the many freshly made cafes they have on show!The sign above the hatch way into the kitchen sums it all up "We do not operate a fast food service but, we do service good food as fast as we can" and take it from me, the food is more than good.

Now, if you go back and look at the picture, you will see those eggs have been fried mighty quick to make them bubble up like that. And who wants beans with eggs? How about those mushrooms? I wonder what those sausages have in them? Kangaroo, maybe?

Then there is the Touch Down Cafe` in Birmingham, AL. No reviews and OT doesn't wish to dig deeper into the chow to find out.

Names are interesting, aren't they? What would you call a cafe` if you were an owner? Would you name it after yourself?

Well, eggs and beans to you.

e

INTENSE or INTENTION?

................And Faith said, "I love how intense you are about................".

I agreed.

And maybe that is a slice of this pie called where is Old Trunks and Worn Shoes going.

Perhaps it is all about riding the bronco until broke for a less experienced rider and OT climbing on a different horse to tame/train. Perhaps the getting there is more important that the got there. Know what I mean?

Is it all about mastery? No, I don't think so. I think it is about filling the barrel and moving on, regardless of how pure the contents are. There is a difference between being all you can be and all someone else can be. And that seems to be a life lesson many never learn.

I think that is where Old Trunks is. The aged lady who writes it is observing. Many she isn't in such a hurry after all.

e

The Case of the Red Berries

...........And she said, "Why is everyone in such a hurry?" She lives in DC and was watching the snow and admiring it. Before the snowfall had quit, she was out with her camera taking pictures of the snow laden branches, icicles, and red berries.

She is to be admired for taking the time to make snap shots, not only with her camera to share with others but more importantly, to instill a mental image for herself.

Does she have the answer? Or was it a fleeting moment? What do you think?

e