Invitation – Sunday Scribblings


“Why don’t you come with us Friday night — it’ll be fun, a bunch of us are going to a dance at the Fort!!”

I had transferred from the school that I had attended since kindergarten after completing seventh grade. The kids were nice in the new school, for the most part. Even so, I had this unconnected feeling with them. I had a history with the kids at my old school. This was a time when you went up through the grades with most of the same kids year after year. It was 1970 and I was a junior, attending a nearby vocational school in the morning and my regular high school in the afternoon.

I was taking an office practice course at the vocational school.  For kids like me, coming from a family with no money, the courses gave you some skills that you could use after graduation from high school. It was pretty cool — our office practice teacher was all of 10 years older than I was and there were 3 or 4 kids from each of the surrounding centralized school districts, maybe 20 kids total. There were a few other courses available besides ours — cosmetology, retailing, mechanics, and electrical trades.

I was surprised and delighted to see that Will was taking the electrical trades course — he was one of the kids that I knew so well from my old school. There were a couple of other guys that I also knew taking the same course, but Will was by far my favorite. We kind of had a “thing” before I transferred, whatever that means when you’re 13 or so.

We were 16 and 17 then and I was curious if  something more could develop between us. When Will invited me along, saying, “Why don’t you come with us Friday night — it’ll be fun, a bunch of us are going to a dance at the Fort!!”, oh gosh, I wanted to so badly. I knew these kids and they knew me and I wanted that feeling of belonging somewhere again. But I had something else that I had to do. Don’t remember now just what it was — it doesn’t matter. I said “no, can’t do it — but next weekend I’m free, okay?”

“Okay, but don’t make any other plans…..”

Monday morning I heard a couple of the teachers at the vocational school talking — Will and his other 4 friends had been hit head on by a drunk driver. Will was paralyzed from the chest down, 2 of the boys and one of the girls were killed, another in critical condition. The drunk walked away.

Thirty-eight years later, my heart still tries to pound it’s way out of my chest whenever I think about that invitation.

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Sunday Scribblings #128 Coffee


I coffee. Simply adore it. Have to have at least one cup in the morning. Brings back memories of my Nanny perking a pot on the stove on cold winter mornings. But, has anyone other than me (or is it I ?) ever noticed that it’s not often that coffee tastes as good as it smells?  No? Well, maybe it’s just me then.

I’ve started bringing my own cup from home for the drive to work — it saves money but moreover, I’m very particular about my coffee.  One of my biggest beefs is that when I go through the drive through at Dunkin Donuts, I ask for the same thing every time — medium iced, extra milk, one sugar.  Can I tell you how many different shades iced coffee can come in, depending on the person that is preparing it?  I don’t understand why these places don’t have some kind of standardization.  I’ve been known to send it back 3 times before I finally like the color.  Then they have to work on the sweetness of it.

I understand that our area is going to be graced by a Starbucks in the near future.  Dunno about that — I’ve tried alot of their coffees and the only one that I can even begin to like is one that they only have around Christmas time.  This year I think I just may stock up so that I can have it at home.  I really like coffee made with my own filtered water the best.

And my favorite coffee?  Green Mountain Coffee’s Lake and Lodge. Its so much my favorite that I only buy it about once a year so that I don’t get overly familiar with it!! Yummy yum yum yummo!!

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Give a little, get a lot….


Is there anything that compares to the thrill of getting alot for a little? Sweet Baboo and I made our (squishy) way over to our nearby church bazaar Friday night (it always rains at least one day during this little event and Friday night was it), known here in town as St. Mary’s Circle of Fun.    One of the great things about this little function is the fabulous flea market that they set up in the basement of the church.  We look forward to it every year.

This is Sweet Baboo’s grand purchase from last year.  Literally, he uses it every day!!  He paid $1.00 for it — a fact that he tells me very regularly.  Seriously, it works great and if I don’t have to fry eggs, I will gladly listen to his occasional crowing

This year, I made out like a bandit.  Check out this pic.  I got this whole box for $7.00.  Whoever owned this fabric previously had some serious red, star, and frog issues.  Every time I look at it I get goosebumps!!  I can’t walk by it without digging in and pulling out something else wonderful. Yes, I know it’s not a great picture — maybe later I will pull everything out again and prettify it.

As I said about frogs, check this out.  It’s flannel and I am going to make some washcloths for GrandDolly.  I’m (hopefully) shrinking the daylights out of this fabric as we speak/chat/post.

I know!! Cute as can be!! I’ll bet I have a yard of this fabric in 3 or 4 small pieces.

I also found out that I have an ultra digital zoomie feature on my camera. I’ve had this camera for 2 or 3 years and just figured it out.  Who knew. Check out the progression of this freaky star fabric.  The stars look like they are uber embossed on the fabric.

I KNOW!!!! Isn’t that just the coolest?  I love little surprises like this in my life!!