THE PFUNNY FARM?

THE PFUNNY FARM?

Okay, I admit I am "clothes" minded . . . BUT,  you are "close" minded!      End of discussion?   THYME OUT?  Not on your life!     Strange as it may seem,  simply the beginning of a very punny relationship here on the farm.   Wait a minute, does that mean we live on a "pfunny farm?"

On Halloween:  the typical question might be, "Witch Watch will you wear?"
When Camping:  "R V there yet?"
On Shopping trips:   I'll meet you in the shoe department.  His reply, "shoe" enough because you're my "soul" mate, and I've "toe"d you more than once. 

He definitely speaks in "bullets" and doesn't like discussion or elaboration.  He claims his "bullets" are better than "bull"
and he believes his abreviated gems of wisdom are kens of wisdom, but most of my friends agree that they are MMMs of wisdom.

The other day I was amazed at an acquaintance's statement --- simply "beside myself" when she said what she said. 

INTRUDER

This afternoon I received a phone call from Teresa  (our  neighbor who lives in the home across from us  / adjacent to the Antique  House).   She was quite upset about the activity going on last night:

Teresa spotted a stranger snooping around  her husband’s work area --- she first noticed  a small  light moving / probably a result of someone moving around with a flashlight in that area.  Teresa believes that this intruder did not  come up the driveway . . . but instead,  entered their property in an inconspicuous manner --- walking along the tree lined fence-line so as not to be easily detected.  The intruder did leave footprints.  Nothing was taken.  Her son (who was on his way home when he received the desperate phone call from Teresa),  did spot a vehicle speeding away from  the neighborhood, heading for FM-51 .

Teresa  believes this  intruder was casing the place, and she is reporting this uncomfortable event to the Sheriff’s Department.    

It’s really important that  we each keep our eyes open for strangers and that all the neighbors are “kept in the loop” and updated of any suspicious activity.    I, myself, intend to brush up on  “target practice”.

Sorry to have to share this unpleasant news with you, especially since it has only been a few weeks since Bob reported similar events  / burglaries at his antique house (diagonally across).  I don’t know if these attempted burglaries are coincidentally related to the Detour.

THE FOSSIL WALK ROCKS!

THE FOSSIL WALK IS NOT A DANCE, even though it rocks!  Living in rural America has been FOSSIL FUN,  but ever changing:
Up until 6 years ago, on our brisk walks,  to our delight and amazement, we would invariable find fossils along the dirt road . . . the variety sold in the "nature stores" for $25 dollars and up!
We, along with the occasional visitor who loved to walk and find natural treasures, would anxiously anticipate the best part of the day . . . taking that special stroll along the dirt road, looking forward to the "discovery".
A geologist could probably explain why these fossils would work their way to the surface, and we would never know when or where we would find the next treasure (it was on a par with the excitement of catching a decent sized fish).
So the question is, why are we no longer finding (fishing for) fossils on this little road?   The answer may probably be due to paving, which,  in one sense we appreciate (mainly for the lifetime and wellness  of our vehicles), but in another sense, we find to be not "rave"able.  Those Fossil walks rocked, and are now history.

LOCKDOWN

It was my first ever . . . and the first for some of my older students.  It was the younger students who had sadly been through this awful experience many times, as a matter of fact, at their Highschool.

But there I was with 4 of my students who had come early to make up a missed chapter test when, within the hour, our smart phones started vibrating all at the same time: THE CAMPUS POLICE issued  A TEXT ALERT that our Campus was in Lockdown Mode after a shooting threat.  We were to stay put until further notice.

NEVER HAVING  been in lockdown on our campus OR ANY CAMPUS FOR THAT MATTER,  my students and I were so thankful that nothing happened, and that Campus Police were efficient in handling the emergency and the Staff efficient in notifying the students and personnel, both by text message and classroom to classroom personally to ensure the safety of everyone on campus.

HAPPINESS - WONDERFUL SHOES & GREAT TOOLS?

What is happiness?   Legitimizing shoes as a tool may convince you!  Here goes . . .
Good tools are great for the fixer-upper, and for the craft.  Tools (to repair, or create) make everyone happy, including the person using the tools, because it is always a pleasure to create or repair something that will become not only functional  but also more beautiful.
Good shoes are great for the feet and the U.S. Economy.   And, lest we forget . . the perfect TOOL for getting the job done . . . completing the LOOK . . . i.e. SHOES MAKE THE OUTFIT!!
If your feet are uncomfortable, it can affect your disposition which in turn, can affect  those individuals with whom you interact. 
Lets face it, happiness can be as simple as SEVERAL pairs of comfortable good lookin' Shoes to go with that  great selection of Tools.   After all, with a great selection of shoes and tools in all colors and shapes, how can you be dreary?

SUDOKU . . . APPLAUSE IS GOOD!

SUDOKU is frustrating to some, boring to mensa friends, but challenging, and fun (and probably a great procrastinator) for me.  
Like my daughter Ali, when I am ready to read the paper, after scanning the important news items,  I immediately turn to the Guide section which includes the daily puzzles. 
Sudoku is fun when it works out, but the most difficult ones (that usually drive me up the wall) are attempted usually with pencil sharpened and a very GOOD eraser.  But I must admit, I prefer using an ultra fine ball point pen because erasers invariably destroy the paper, and, even though my pens are not erasible,  . . . if I don't experience success today, there's always tomorrow . . . "the sun will come out tomorrow, bet your bottom dollar..."
If you have ever worked a Sudoku puzzle on the computer, I hope you find the site that includes all the bells and whistles with cheering sound effects when you insert the correct number.  I love that site!  APPLAUSE IS GOOD!

NO MORE SOCKS?

NO MORE SOCKS!
The problem . . .  I love socks of all kinds, and  it's hard to pass em up:
After all, one can always use  a wonderful pair of Winter socks (thickly padded for the occasional snowy icy day) to wear in boots or sneakers.
And then there is the absolute need for Summer, Fall and Spring socks --- thick ones for the  brisk walks, thin ones for the dressy pants, and of course Fall, Winter, and Spring tights (in all colors, designs, and degrees of sparkle) . . . especially when the price is right. 
Too bad the NYC Bin isn't close to our home . . . or maybe it's a good thing the bin is not close by.
Despite the fact that at least one sock / month  gets lost in the washer or the dryer,  and the socks are periodically sorted, matched, donated, or discarded,  the sock drawer seems to be in perpetual disarray and impossible to close.
Who else has that problem?