Five Minute Friday, REMEMBER

Okay, i know it's Saturday but it still counts.  I was gone all day on Friday, Remember?  Hah!

Remember stuff that isn't painful, that's what i tell myself constantly.  Sometimes something pops in that makes me groan aloud!  Then I say, Think of something else!  Think of something else!

Remember that time my cousin and I were aiming hose water at passing cars when we were about five?

Remember that time I was chosen to be part of a young people's concert at Theatre Under the Stars?

Remember that time Steve and I got married at the county courthouse and the air seemed pink as we left the building?

Remember when that Lord Mayor at the Renaissance Festival made me laugh so hard I almost couldn't breathe?

Five Minute Friday - REST

Rest is a quarter of pause in a musical piece.

Rest is the thing you want to retire to after a hard day's night.

Rest sounds like wrest.

Too much rest makes you tired.

Which in turn makes rest addictive.

Babies hate being put to bed for their rest.  They will even cry if you sing Rockabye Baby in the Treetop.  Because you sang it too much and they know what it means.

How Did This Grocery Chain Get So Smart

Going in to shop at this store really is a pleasure, as their motto promises.  In this store a 60 year old grandmother is treated with just as much courtesy by the cashier as the previous customer - a handsome young 30-ish gentleman.

You don't find that in very many places anymore.  The best I can reasonably expect is to only have to repeat myself two times.  It doesn't even phase me if the counterperson at the oil changing place takes the man behind me first.  That's just how it goes, gray-headed overweight old dowdy non rich-looking woman! 

I'm used to being ignored by waitresses in restaurants if I'm unaccompanied by a male person.  I'm used to seeing the lady pharmacist's brilliant smile fade as she turns to me.  That smile was for the executive in a nice suit who was in line ahead of me.  "Yes?" she barks.  "Can I HELP you?"

But Publix has a sacred tradition that seems to have served them well.  Their employees treat customers with a welcoming attitude and they do not discriminate between male and female or between young and old. 

I feel happy when I go there to shop.  I don't feel depressed because I'm too old to be appreciated, or that my business is not wanted.

Everybody gets old.  It's not a choice!  It's something that happens just because time is going by.  Publix is one company that has decided to be polite and kind to all their customers, not just the young ones.

Being perceived as invisible is extremely tiresome but at Publix people can see me.

Five Minute Friday - Home

Home is where the heart is - of course.  Home can be one place or the entire world, depending on the vision of the person.

The backyard here is home to lots of critters who run up and down the trees and hide hickory nuts in the plant pots.  Sprouting hickory trees are at home in a pot of dirt or just in the ground.

Feeling at home means feeling accepted for who and what we are.  You know when you don't feel at home somewhere. 

Being mature is having the wisdom to get out of anyplace where you don't feel at home.  Trust your own instincts.

NO ONE AT NOONE

Nobody is one word.  No one takes two words.  When the words NO and ONE are jammed together they don't make any sense.  NOONE is not a word.

I've never read the word NOONE in any printed material, fiction or non-fiction.  But lately it is cropping up in several blogs I've seen.  I don't know why.