Small Town Viewpoint
It’s 32 degrees. It’s not even November yet, and it’s 32 degrees! Of course, the weather decided to turn chilly on moving weekend. At least it didn’t rain — the WHOLE weekend, anyway.
The crew showed up today to finish putting a new coat of paint on the exterior of the little house in the Ville. We have a firm offer and should know something in a day or two. We hadn’t even listed yet and had someone look. She fell in love with the house and I really hope it works for her.
Seems strange to see a room that was always full of furniture and people empty…
We should be finished moving everything by November 1 — right on schedule. Take THAT chilly, rainy October!
Catching a view while sitting on the steps at the house in the Ville — the place where all posts tagged as “Small Town Viewpoint” originated — will soon be a memory. The house where I raised my son and spent countless hours basking in the sun on a raft in the pool (and even more hours on a lawnmower) will be ready to put on the market within about a week. Yes, I’m feeling sentimental.
I’m not going to lie… I’ll miss this place. Most of all, I hope some really cool family buys it so they can make their own memories here.
Member me? I’ve been absent so long that I nearly forgot all about this site and figure everyone that used to visit often has forgotten all about me. Everyone except those pesky neighbors (who aren’t even neighbors anymore). Because they enjoy popping in here when they’re south for the winter, now is as good a time as any to get back in the posting habit. I promise you’ll see some snow photos here in the coming months.
In the meantime, there’s lots going on — an upcoming house sale and move (November 1st on the move — the sale is slated to be complete about the same time). But I’m not the one moving! Benjamin and Colette will be migrating north and will be much closer to me, Coco’s school and more.
The little house in Crothersville sure holds a ton of memories. It’s where I raised my family. While it makes me sad to think I will no longer own property adjacent to the home where I was raised, opportunities abound to make new memories in new places.
The best part — it allows me to help my son and granddaughter purchase their first home. That makes me happy!
The worst part — the thing that bugs me most — is that Ben’s kitchen will be better than mine! Seriously… I would LOVE to have the cherry cabinets and Corian countertops. And the island.
More soon… y’all come back!
On Monday and Tuesday this week, in good ole’ Indiana, we had temps that hovered around 65 degrees. Yes, in February. Thunderstorms and a chance of tornados loomed in the forecast — and the thunderstorm panned out just fine. While I didn’t lose power, my son did.
Yesterday, I took this photo looking out from Coco’s room. It was exactly 40 degrees colder than it was at the same time the day before.
I do love snow…
Today, I had a funny memory of something that happened when I was in the 5th grade…
I know I was disappointed to learn that I would have Mrs. Hall as my teacher because everyone knew she was tough. (I still wonder if my Mom requested I be placed in her class.) She was round and oh, so grumpy looking. Sort of like a bull dog, Mrs. Hall wore a permanent frown, stomped instead of walking, and she was SCARY!! At some point over the years, she earned the nickname “Pouncy.” The name fit.
Mrs. Hall wielded a ruler… a wooden one, and she wasn’t afraid to use it, you guys. Unlike now, she was allowed to. And that’s not all she used. I had this one classmate who was always a bit of a trouble-maker. We all had one of those, right? He was a great guy but was known for pushing the limits of about every authority figure with his smart mouth and burly attitude.
This kid also had a nervous twitch. Everyone that knew him was aware that oftentimes his eyes would squint causing the corners of his mouth to curl just a bit.
No one told ole’ Pouncy Hall about the twitch because just as she was reprimanding him for some little infraction, that nervous twitch thing happened. She open-handed slapped him across the face and said (in what my 5th grade mind sounded exactly like a big, hairy monster), “Don’t you smile like a o’possum at me, young man.”
I was… I was… TERRIFIED.
Funny, the kid she slapped stopped misbehaving in her class — and I learned a lot in the 5th grade because I listened very attentively to every single word that came from that woman’s mouth. I’m not saying I condone my teacher’s actions from so long ago — I would be the first to admit there better not be ANYONE slap my kid in the face — but someplace in the middle between then and now might be an improvement.
Here’s something from the way… WAY back machine — Crothersville High School in 1931:
Seems like everyone has an opinion on the transgender bathroom issue and I’m no different. I don’t share my opinions on Facebook when it comes to anything pretty much… but I can say what I think here. It’s not that I won’t take a stand if it’s an issue that I strongly support or am against — it’s that I stay away from politics and religion on social media. Period. The transgender bathroom issue ticks both boxes.
I don’t care what a person’s sexual preference is. I know as a person that believes in God I probably should care… I’ve been told by a pastor/friend that I should be ministering to those who choose this lifestyle of sin — and I’ve been reminded by gay friends who worship the same God as me that it’s not for me to judge others. Knowing I sin… I’m not going to throw one single stone. I create relationships with people I like, not for who they choose to partner with.
Having said that, I do have a little problem with the whole bathroom thing. Sorry! I can’t help it. Maybe it’s because I’m old, but I don’t like the idea of the willy nilly ‘go into whatever bathroom you want’ thing. It’s not that I think transgender people are out there to rape children… it’s more that the world is full of a whole bunch of sick people that will use any loophole available to prey on others. That’s why I’m with Kroger.
Here’s Kroger’s position…
We have a UNISEX bathroom because sometimes gender specific toilets put others into uncomfortable situations. And since we have a lot of our friends coming to see us, we want to provide a place for our friends who are:
- Dads with daughters
- Moms with sons
- Parents with disabled children
- Those in the LGBTQ community
- Adults with aging parents who may be mentally or physically disabled
THANK YOU for helping us to provide a safe environment for EVERYONE!”
I like that… I can identify with that… I’ve BEEN a Mom with a son, and have a son with a daughter. I feel like Kroger cares about providing a safe place for everyone and AT THE SAME TIME can make sure EVERYONE feels like they belong.
Here’s Target’s position…
[W]e welcome transgender team members and guests to use the restroom or fitting room facility that corresponds with their gender identity. …Everyone deserves to feel like they belong.”
Obviously, this policy doesn’t really make EVERYONE feel like they belong. It makes some think that Target doesn’t care about how a whole bunch of the people spending money with them feel. 550k have signed the pledge to boycott Target stores already: https://www.afa.net/action-alerts/sign-the-boycott-target-pledge/ I’m pretty sure that Target already has UNISEX bathrooms — they just don’t want transgenders to feel as if they don’t belong by requiring them to choose that option.
We have a UNISEX yard here… but only females have used it so far.