A grandmother was telling her little granddaughter what her own childhood was like, “We used to skate outside on a pond. I had a swing made from a tire; it hung from a tree in our front yard. We rode our pony. We picked wild raspberries in the woods.”
The little girl was wide-eyed, taking it all in.
At last, she said, “I sure wish I’d gotten to know you sooner!”
Frequent hand washing in my job as a medical technologist and the harsh weather combined give me very dry skin.
One night as I prepared for bed, I rubbed my hands with petroleum jelly and covered them with an old pair of white gloves. As I sat in bed reading a book with my gloves on, my husband finished showering and came into the room wearing a towel.
Drying himself off, he went to the closet, selected a tie and put it on.
“What are you doing”? I asked.
“Well,” he replied. “If you are going to be formal, so am I.”
Glenelg, Maryland is such a small community, I was surprised that they had a community paper. I asked one old-timer about it.
He replied, “We all know what everybody else is doing, but we like to read the paper anyway to see who’s been caught at it.”