“Freezing Hands”

All day I was complaining about the weather and the coldness and I am so happy to be inside... My son just came in from school and he started to play fight with me to touch me on my neck with his cold hands... his freezing hands won... I was screaming… Oh drama!

"Snow"

OH GOSH!!! more snow is coming on top of the mountain of snow that is already there. The weather man said, that this storm is going to be bigger than the ones we had before... hmm. What can we do? It's winter so... snow, snow, snow then ice rain, ice rain, ice rain then plunging down temperature, hmm... winter, winter winter... Very soon I would be complaining about summer... hot hot hot...

“My Winter Tale”

My first winter was in 1982. I loved the snow and how beautiful and pristine the place looked. All the trees looked dead without their leaves, so I was a little sad about that. My first blizzard experience dropped endless snow. Days later, ice rain and the temperature dropped. All the trees were glittering like crystals and icicles were hanging from the branches. The sun was shining and the area looked immaculate… I loved it. I met some people who lived here all their lives and they were complaining about the weather. They were all saying that they needed to see their therapist because they were depressed. I couldn’t understand how this scenic place with such a beautiful tranquil aura could depress anyone. When I left them, I whispered, “Crazy people… absolutely nuts. This place looks beautiful.”
It did not take long for me to get into their mood… After my third blizzard experience… I was weary. When my children were babies… I was frustrated with dressing them and myself in coats, boots, gloves and hats. The sun would be shining brightly and the temperature would be in the single digits or minus. There was a snowstorm every week dumping, snow on top of snow. Just looking out and seeing most of every thing white… depressed me. The cold, dreary, dismal days felt as though the weather was working against me. A week later, the snow started to melt. Some of the snow looked dirty and that… disgusted me. One day while I was about to cross the street, I suddenly started slipping and sliding so I tried my best to brake the fall, but couldn’t so I just hit the ground… That upset me. I fell on a big area of black ice and couldn’t stand. I had to slide on my butt to one side of the street to get to grass… that embarrassed me. If I continue writing, my winter tale would be a book… what great therapy to blog about it….

"Breakfast With A Hot Zing"

My daughter wanted French Toast for breakfast, so I mixed eggs, milk, sugar and cinnamon then coated the bread. After I made the French Toast, I put two slices on a plate, with scrambled eggs and bacon. I looked at the plate and whispered to myself, “girl, that looks delicious… I called my daughter for her breakfast and she said, “Thanks mom, this looks good.”
She poured a glass of apple juice then she sat at the dining table…
A few minutes later I heard, “Mom the French Toast taste hot.”
I said, “I know. I just made it.”
She said, “Not hot from the stove. It taste like it has pepper in it.”
“Pepper?” I asked a bit baffled. I cut a piece and tasted it and it was hot… “Oh my gosh, I used cayenne pepper instead of cinnamon…

“Every Zandolie”

It was a cloudy day, but I was in a great mood and ready to face it. The telephone started ringing. I did not want to answer, because, I felt that the person on the other line might say something to upset me. When I saw my friend’s phone number, I pick up the receiver. Her sister was on the other line. I was surprised. She and I met on three occasions, but we never converse. I became concerned when she said, “I need to speak to you about my sister. She is not a not a nice person.”
“I think she is a nice person to you, because she permits you to live in her home.”
She ignored me and continued speaking…. vilifying her sister.
I felt as though I was being pulled into a situation, so I said, “Your sister and I never discussed you, and I don’t intend to discuss her with you. If you are having a problems with her then you need to speak to her.”
I was ignored again, and I tried to politely end the conversation, but she was talking over me. This infuriated me, so I shouted, “Every Zandolie mus find dey hole…”
She said, “What!”
I said, “If you could ask me what, then you heard me!” I hung up the phone…

“What The Beggar Tossed Out”

One day I saw a man begging. Many people walked by and they put money in the pan he was holding up. When they walked away he would look in the pan and pick out the 1-cent pieces, fling them on the ground, as though he was disgusted. I whispered, “That is not right.”
A lady standing near to me said, “Don’t worry about it.”
“I’m not worried, I just think he is disrespectful of the compassion he is receiving from people. He doesn’t know how hard it might have been for someone to give him from what they have.”
“You are absolutely right. Do you know that he has been doing this for many years? I am happy that he does.”
I looked at her baffled and she smiled.
The man got up from where he was sitting and walked away. The lady walked over to where he was and she picked up every cent and put it in a bag…

“The Man-Child”

How can a man, with a wife and children, act like a child? He doesn't like his supervisor, so this man-child, waits for the moment when his supervisor leaves the room, then he goes into his bag, takes out his glasses case, throw away the glasses then drops the case on the floor near the bag... Charity begins at home and ends abroad... I would love to be a fly on the wall in the man-child's home...

“Expected to Die In Days”

God is still in the miracle working business... Anthony was told that his friend Danny was gravely ill, and he is in the Intensive Care Unit at the hospital. He is not expected to last the week. He felt that the year just began and it already started with sad news… Two weeks went by, Danny was still at the hospital and he was not talking. On the third week, while Anthony was at work his cell phone rang and he saw it was Danny’s number. Fear stepped in because he thought that Danny’s wife was calling him with bad news. He took a deep breath then answered the phone. Danny was on the phone, but he could not speak. Anthony spoke to him, and he reassured him that he was going to his home as soon as possible, to finish the electrical repairs. Eight days later, his phone rang, and it was Danny. He answered the phone and Danny said, in a croaky voice, “Tony? Thanks for doing the electrical repairs in my home.” Their conversation lasted for 10 minutes… Today, Danny is out of the Intensive Care Unit…

“A Beautiful Morning… Revolted”

I had a nice walk in the snow this morning. It is a sunny cold morning, but just beautiful. The only thing that revolted this morning, were the people who were allowing their dogs, to go to the bathroom in the snow. Because of the fluffiness of the snow, the droppings disappeared in it. These people could have used the areas that were shoveled. Think about this for a moment or I should say picture this… Children going to school and coming home from school, picking up snow to play with their friends… hmmm!

“Nostalgic Memories”

My father would walk by the refrigerator then call on one of us to get him a glass with ice, water, or something else. He would also sit on a chair right in front of the coffee table. The newspaper would be on the table and he would call you from where ever you were in the house or yard, to hand him the newspaper… I used to say in my mind, “You just walked by the fridge, so why didn’t you take what you wanted... One day I told him, "Daddy, you called me from outside to come in and hand you the newspaper and it is right in front of you." He smiled. I decided it was about time I try this out. My cell phone was on the coffee table and I was sitting at the dining table. My son was in his bedroom so I called him to hand me the cell phone… He looked at me shook his head then handed it to me… It was funny… I know my dad used to enjoy doing that…

"My Mother"

On this day in 1925 my Mother was born.... I sang happy birthday to her. She said who is this... Alla. I said yes it is... I am so many miles away, talking to her on the phone and she knew who it was... It is a blessing to be 86 and have a sound mind. I remember so much about her and what she loves to do... Read the news paper was one thing that she did every day... Preparing all our meals. We would wake up to breakfast, go to school and come home for lunch... in the evening after school a snack then dinner... One thing we all had to be at that dinner table at nights... My mother was the rock of our family. My father made a great choice in choosing a wife and mother for his children...