Monday, July 11, 2016

Coffee Talks and Little White Lies

Is it ever justifiable to lie? I am a truthful person. Honestly I am!

I've been remembering a few little white lies I've told in my life and I still don't feel guilty.  Actually, I think I did the right thing!

A few years ago, I went to visit my brother.  He lived only thirty minutes away from me, and we managed to get together about once a month.

He offered me coffee when I arrived. He told me to just rest on the couch, while he fixed it up for me. He asked "You still drink it with sugar, right?" Yep. "And cream?"  Yes.


My gracious host brought my coffee, but started apologizing as he handed it to me. "I just used the last of the sugar. I don't think yours has enough in it."  I said "Oh, I'm sure it will be fine."

As I took my first sip, he was watching my face intently. He was sort of wincing as he waited for my reaction.

I tasted and said  "Oh it's fine. Don't worry."  But he was worried. "Are you sure? You don't have to drink it if it's yuck."  "It's okay!" I said. "Just sit down." (Bossy older sister giving orders.)

I lied.  It was so overly sweet, I could barely choke it down! Darrell preferred his coffee and tea with lots and lots and lots of sugar. Like syrup, I tell ya! At least to my taste buds.

Seriously now, was I going to criticize? He really wanted to fix me a perfect cuppa, and he already felt bad for running out of sugar.  I think my fib was well-justified!

If I could drink coffee with my Bub again, I'd be more than happy to take it gaggy-sweet!
I miss you Brother. You were the host with the most.

Today you've been gone from us for five years.  So much healing has happened in my heart since you passed and I'm grateful.

I've spent a lot of time being sad about your leaving, but today I smile. I smile on the inside especially because I know that's what you want for me.  Thank you for all the good times.
I think our coffee talks were some the best.

Sunday, July 3, 2016

I Love Lucy Moments


This is another true confessions story. Well, it's two-in-one really.
They are not suggestive nor inappropriate. However, they do involve a bathroom situation and taking my clothes off...

Lucy Ricardo got herself into all kinds of bumbling scenarios, as you know. Well, I happened to get myself into two such dilemmas in the last two days.

Yesterday, I was visiting my mother-in-law at the nursing home. It just so happened that we had a power outage on that end of town while I was there. So the nursing home was using emergency generators only for necessary medical equipment.

So of course, while I was there, I needed to use the restroom. No, I could not wait.
It was extremely dark in there when I closed the door. I managed to take care of my business, including hand washing, just by knowing the basic layout of the bathroom, and feeling my way around. I had only used that bathroom a couple of times previously.  I was feeling quite disoriented.
To make matters worse, when I was ready to go out, I could not get the door open!

The door had the lever kind of handle. I tried several times, lifting it up, pushing it down. It was locked tight!! After about four tries, I could feel myself starting to panic!
I really didn't want to cause a scene at the nursing home, but...

I finally figured it out- all by myself like a big girl! I was pulling instead of pushing. That's why it wouldn't open. Whew!

My second ridiculous predicament happened at home today while I was doing laundry. But again, it was one of those @%&#! lever door handles that caused my weird entrapment!


The washer/dryer are immediately to the right of our back 
door. 

I backed up to the door handle a bit too close. My belt loop got caught on the long, curved handle!    
Not only that, but the loop somehow got twisted tightly around it.
I was stuck!

Every time I moved, it twisted more. I was trying to loosen it behind my back. Nope! It was't budging! This was another time that I couldn't even see what I was doing. Oh joy.


I'll be honest now (I mean, I've already embarrassed myself anyway). I am 52 years old and I'm not a gymnast. But I had to do some tricky and agile maneuvers with my body to get out of those pants while attached tightly to the door by my belt loop.

Oww, I think I strained my back!!

You'll be relieved to know that I survived, my pants are intact and no one was here to witness my humiliating sit-com scene.
I don't know though, I've heard of some awkward real-life videos going viral!

Nah, Lucy is still much funnier. I'm just too honest and open for my own good.

(I wrote this in October 2015)