RP's Theatre of the (Almost) Absurd

Monday, August 13, 2018

Don't Wash Me a Load...

Talk about Thrifty! There was some discussion here in Blogitsville about the recycling of plastic items. Now, I'm all for recycling but there are some things, yes, like personal items, for which it may not be appropriate to consider a second use. But I'm not goin' there, folks. Along another vein of... Sign in to see full entry.

Friday, August 10, 2018

Who's Been Picking Through YOUR Berries?

File Under: All In a Day's Work... Yesterday was berry-picking day - uh, in my kitchen - since I had spilled them all over everything. But that reminded me of a day that I was in Whole Foods, a market of fairly good repute. I was about to buy some fresh strawberries and as I approached the area... Sign in to see full entry.

Thursday, August 9, 2018

Oop! I Spilled the Beans...

"Uhh, I Mean, the Berries..." Went to Trader Joe's today to pick up a few things. They say they sell no items that are GMO. That idea appeals to me ever since I saw a show called "Seeds," a topic for another day, perhaps. I like to get their berries, and they have bread from France that's as thick... Sign in to see full entry.

Wednesday, August 8, 2018

Where Was RP? - NOTE: Due to fires, I could lose internet or phone service.

Note #2: If one is so inclined, prayers are requested for my cousin I, who is very, very ill, in hospital, and is having surgery tomorrow. He's survived a massive heart attack, several strokes, has renal failure and is on dialysis, is partially paralyzed and has diabetes. He is undergoing gall... Sign in to see full entry.

Saturday, August 4, 2018

I Could Count to 10, but..

First Sign I Would Never Be a Math Major When I was a little girl, not yet into kindergarten, I knew my address, could count to 10, write a little bit, draw, and paint - a lot - on an easel even. I knew my letters. All that was considered pretty good, though far from genius, by yesterday's... Sign in to see full entry.

Friday, August 3, 2018

Whose Kid Does This?

More on Daughter #1's Antics (Conclusion of This Episode) We left off with... "The kicker came one morning at four a.m. when I head noises coming from the kitchen. Mothers often sleep half-awake, listening for unusual sounds alerting them to any potential distress of their children. As I hurried out... Sign in to see full entry.

Whose Kid Does This?

More of Daughter #1's Antics Our Pat mentioned that back in the day some folks' parents may have suggested spiking a baby's bottle with a drop of bourbon, or, I'll admit, rubbing brandy on Baby's gums, as was the case with my own parents. (For the record, I never did that.) In a most unusual... Sign in to see full entry.

Wednesday, August 1, 2018

Hot Summer Nights

"Mommeee,Mommeee, I Want Out!" On these hot, summer nights, I think back, way back, before we lived in a house that had air conditioning, when I would leave the windows open late in the hope that the house would cool down in the evenings. We had only one child at that time, and she spoke quite... Sign in to see full entry.

Tuesday, July 31, 2018

There's Nothing More We Can Do

"You Have Six Months..." Our friend H, was diagnosed with inoperable malignant tumors in his stomach. His doctors eventually told him there was nothing more they could do. Sent him home, informing him that he had roughly six months left to live. H called us with the news and there were tears... Sign in to see full entry.

Monday, July 30, 2018

Hope for Tomorrow

My grandsons (and a bunch of other kids)... From a newpaper: "The ---------- Lion’s Heart Community Service group recently awarded local youth with their prestigious Presidential and Torchbearer awards for contributing nearly 5,000 hours of community service in ---------. Over the last year Lion’s... Sign in to see full entry.

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