Share Your World, 2014 – Week 39

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Question # 1:  Did you ever get lost?

Yes, once I had to cover a newspaper story at a small church in a rather small town about 60 miles away from my home. The state highway that I had to take for several miles was joined by the road that led to this little town and required a turn to the right. That little town was named Carrier Mills.  Now about 10 miles before the turn-off to Carrier Mills was a turn to the right that led to another little town about the same size — but named Creole Springs.

So I was tooling along on this sunny morning, enjoying the crisp winter day and thinking my own thoughts. It’s that last part that got me into trouble. I was thinking my own thoughts instead of the thoughts I should have been thinking, and when I came to the light and the turn to the right that said Creole Springs, I turned right, just as pretty as you please, and kept driving.

About fifteen minutes later, I found myself in the middle of a little town that didn’t look right at all.  And no matter how hard I tried, I couldn’t find the street I needed to turn on to get to the church. I thought I was in the Twilight Zone for a while, and then suddenly noticed a sign that said Creole Springs on it, and the truth hit me — hard. What to do?????

Bright girl that I am, I decided I’d go to the post office and inquire as to what was the best route out of town that would head me toward Carrier Mills. But I had forgotten momentarily that it was Saturday, and the post office was closed. Well, of course, I prayed. And I prayed some more, because, let me tell you, I wasn’t just lost. I was LOST lost.

But as I sat there on the post office parking lot, another car drove up, and I got out and asked that driver for help. He was able to point me in the right direction and was even kind enough to tell me that I would begin to think I would never find the right turn-off because the road seemed to run forever. He was right. But I did find it, and I will never forget the enormous relief at seeing a sign that told me I was at least in the right county and headed in the right direction.

Amazingly enough, I was only about 15 minutes late to the service I was supposed to cover.

Question # 2:  Who was your best friend in elementary school?  

Now, this is a hard one, because I’m thankful to say that I had several good friends as I went through elementary school. And since I lived in three different places during my elementary years, that’s saying a lot. But I’ll tell you about my first REAL boyfriend — in 6th grade. His name was Jimmy Kirk (hope he doesn’t mind my telling the whole world),  and we were in love. He bought me the first necklace I had ever received from a boy, and he also bought me my very first box of Valentine candy — and a fairly large box at that. Believe it or not, at age 66, I still have that box.  I guess it is true that you never really forget your first love.

Question # 3:  Since the new television season has started in the U. S. , name three favorite television shows. 

At the risk of sounding snobbish, I will be honest. I can’t stand 99% of the television programs that are airing currently — or that have aired for the past 10 years in the U. S.  I do, however, still love many of the old TV sitcoms that I grew up with, and, thanks to the Internet, I can find virtually all of them online. So I watch those. My favorites?  Too many to list, but three right at the top are “The Andy Griffith Show,” “The Beverly Hillbillies,” and “The Mary Tyler Moore Show.”

Question # 4:  If you were a mouse in your house in the evening, what would you see your family doing?

Well I am SO, SO, SO grateful to say that, after living on a farm where we had herds of mice, I have had only one tiny mouse in my house in town for the past 16 years. I was sorry to have to kill him, but I did it anyway. I actually have a friend who tried to shame me for killing the mouse the week of Christmas — like it would have made a difference to the mouse if I had waited until New Year’s Day! I hate mice so badly, that I will not even imagine them in my house, so that’s the best answer you’re going to get from me on this question.

Bonus Questions: What are you grateful for from last week, and what are you looking forward to in the week coming up?

This past week I went clothes shopping — not for fun but because so many of my things have become sort of threadbare. I actually found some things that fit me.  Now, that may sound like a small thing, since I’m not some abnormal size and I’m only a little overweight. But the way they make things these days is crazy, and I seldom find things that actually fit my whole body correctly.

Next week I am looking forward to a break in my normal work schedule and some time just for me in a place I love.

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A Mouse Is A Mouse — Or Is It?

I originally posted this poem about 2 years ago, but I got into a conversation last night which brought me face to face with the fact that I have never yet solved this dilemma. The experience reminded me of the poem, so I thought I’d drag it out of the archives and back into the light today.
MOUSE 3

Is it mouses, or is it mice?
I’ve asked this question more than twice.
As I sit before my monitor,
I’m quite sure I am just not sure.

When two computers I must use,
All the appendages come in two’s.
I shuffle keyboards, arrange them nice, 
But then I must hook up the … mice?

My only other choice is “mouses.”COMPUTER MOUSE WITH COLOR EDITED
My sensitive nature that arouses.
For an English teacher I’ll always be,
And “mouses” chafes and nettles me.

Surely “mice” should be allowed,
But then I start to laugh out loud.
Confound that name! How did it start?COMPUTER MOUSE WITH COLOR 3
Bill English and Doug Engelbart!      

It’s all their fault; they must admit.
And foolish names are such a hit.
And dictionaries help not at all;
They make it an individual’s call.

So back again to where I was,
More frustrated now because
As I struggled to name the counterfeit,
Its namesake from my sandwich bit.

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A Mouse Is A Mouse — Or Is It?

MOUSE 3a poem by Sandra Conner

 

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Is it mouses, or is it mice?
I’ve asked this question more than twice.
As I sit before my monitor,
I’m quite sure I am just not sure.

When two computers I must use,COMPUTER MOUSE WITH COLOR 3
All the appendages come in two’s.
I shuffle keyboards, arrange them nice,COMPUTER MOUSE WITH COLOR 2
But then I must hook up the … mice?

My only other choice is “mouses.”
My sensitive nature that arouses.
For an English teacher I’ll always be,
And “mouses” chafes and nettles me.

Surely “mice” should be allowed,
But then I start to laugh out loud.
Confound that name! How did it start?
Bill English and Doug Engelbart!

It’s all their fault; they must admit.
And foolish names are such a hit.
And dictionaries help not at all;
They make it an individual’s call.

So back again to where I was,
More frustrated now because
As I struggled to name the counterfeit,
Its namesake from my sandwich bit.

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