“I Should Be Doing …. But…”Written by Bonnie P. Carrier
“I Should Be Doing …. But…”
What a perfect fall Saturday morning, clear sunny blue sky, with a crisp breeze blowing. It’s just one I’ve been waiting for to begin that yearly regimen, Fall Clean Up. Throwing on some old work clothes, grabbing a mug of steaming coffee and picking up list of jobs off kitchen table, I head outside.
First order of business is to sit on back step, drink some coffee – helps to get eyes fully opened – and begin going over list. It’s not a particularly long list, however, there is possibility of finishing this mug of wake-up juice, which will then require a trip back to kitchen for another.
This is a yearly ritual, so I’ve got routine down pat. The process was started several weeks-ago, by first leaving a pad of paper on counter – where it was always visible – this way when someone – usually me – thought of a job it could be jotted down. This is going to save time and guarantee everything will get done. Well, it certainly sounds like a good idea.
All right, now that second mug – yes, it did happen – is almost finished, it’s time to take annual walk. This means walking around house and yard – with list of course – and double-checking that everything is posted.
Oh, are you wondering what’s on this sacred list? Nothing terribly exciting just following: 1.Clean outside of windows 2.Gather up all lawn furniture – to be stored in basement 3.Collect garden figures – also to be stored in basement 4.Begin cleaning fallen leaves from garden beds 5.Cut back plants in beds – after leaves have been cleaned out
The Start of Civilisation via the Back Passage!Written by Thick Mick
Following is an excerpt from The Trivial Times . Some consideration must be made for many memory inconsistencies of Thick Mick. He does his best! -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Mick here, It's hard to believe, I know, but Civilisation was man-made, and my great grand uncle won a Nobel Piece Prize for his part.
Wind back your time-piece to year 6000 B.C., and be careful not to break spring as I did.
It was winter, as usual, and though our daily lives appeared to be will of external forces, some special people had foresight to make decisions that would affect todays' population.
Though I get over-paid for my column, please be patient as I take you through it.
There was a particular Pagan ritual that provided us with fun, on face of it, but was actually a brainstorm that ensured current judical system of today.
It was known as THE GAME. This wasn't a nocturnal activity, or a matching of skills for that matter.
We had no skills!
It was latin for "MAGE" or "Mag", and was a much finer publication than trivial times, even with chisel marks. The Mag was prize for a one thousand feet free-fall dive into a pool. We had no spring boards either, or indeed, restrictive swim suits.
The pool was not like modern olympic standard pools of today, which drain chlorine-laden storm water to innards of earth.