When I lived in Crothersville, I knew my UPS driver. Roger was the best! I had his mobile number; he knew if I wasn’t home he could leave packages at MasterSbilt; and he never took my stuff to the wrong house.
Roger has since retired and I don’t know who took his place. I do know he spoiled me — and all of his customers. Not so with my current UPS driver. You know… the one who didn’t care that he banged around my Nest camera. You think he did it on purpose or simply wasn’t paying attention?
My cousin, Jerilyn, has been a part of my life from my first memory. Her Mom, my favorite Aunt Shirley, married Delmar when Jerilyn was very young and he brought a son, daughter-in-law and three grandchildren to the marriage.
His son passed away shortly thereafter and Shirley pulled those 3 little girls under her wing. That meant Lisa, Gina, and Jill were my family too. All grown now, Lisa is the mother of 3 kids — 2 married and one not even in high school yet — and she’s also a grandma. All this and she’s never been married. But she is NOW!
Of course, this milestone was worth celebrating! Around 100 or so people rolled in and out of MasterSbilt for the reception. It hardly looked like a race car shop last night…
I think this was like my 5th trip to my hometown in about as many years since I moved. I ate cake and Perry had a greasy taco. It was wonderful seeing people I hadn’t seen for a long time and was absolutely an occasion worth celebrating. Perry thought it was fun — see?
ONE. The “tough” perfume (named by Coco because she said it made it tough for her to breathe) is nothing but an empty bottle. If you have robust grandchildren or ones that don’t like to snuggle — and you’ve got $130 bucks — you can tempt fate here.
TWO. Monroe (the feisty little shit) has been found! Yippee!
THREE. I had enough rose blooms that I could even cut a few to bring inside. Take THAT, Alisa! (Ok, so mine look pathetic… but I’m pretending because the bush belonged to my Great Aunt Lois.)
FOUR. I’m staying ahead in the mowing game — Shelley 3… neighbors 1. BAM!
FIVE. I have NOT scheduled a time to view this house as a purchase to flip. (The owner is offering to allow groups to pay $25 per person to spend a night — proceeds go toward remodel.) I also will not be interested once the renovations are complete.
I do not believe in ghosts. I do not think houses can be haunted. HOWEVER, I did see the Exorcist and I don’t want to be proven wrong.
Sending Perry a text via Siri on my phone, my sentence began, “Oh, well…” To that, Siri automatically provided the emoji I should use… it was a whale, you guys. 🐳 Sadly, saying out loud, “oh, whale” is truly the exaggerated, southern version. That would be me… at least to Siri.
But I can honestly say I never EVER considered adding a cat door through an existing wall of a house. The gal that purchased my long-time home in the Ville can’t say the same.
I’m pretty sure she’s not lived in a rural area before and sincerely hope the other side of the kitty door install she shared on Facebook is in a closet with a closed door. The first o’possum that strolls in there to eat cat food may have her partner looking for a way to put that wall back like it was.
When your back yard is either corn or soy beans, you expect critters (especially mice) and plug every single teeny tiny opening that might allow them access to your home. In addition, I remember hearing packs of coyotes howl at night — so much so that we were careful with our dogs outside after dark. Can a coyote fit through there?
The basketball team from my hometown of Crothersville competed in the boys sectional contest last night — just as they have since 1914. The Crothersville Tigers had never won… and they still haven’t. They remain one of only two teams in the state of Indiana that have never taken home the title.
The Tigers lost by 12 to the West Washington Senators and were runners-up once again. This loss was especially difficult since they beat the Senators by double digits in regular season play. Defeat is never easy — and losing doesn’t get easier no matter how many times you experience it.
I may live in Seymour and root for the Owls in sporting events, but I’m still a Tiger at heart. Here’s looking forward to next year!
And here’s looking forward to spring, too! How about this for a view in early March?
