B. Board: The iceman cameth — or: How ‘an… – TwinCities.com
August 15, 2016 - table lamp
Writes Your Late Night Lady: “My son mailed me an essay from a Duluth News Tribune — recollections of a devastating, heated feverishness waves of a mid-1930s, including how worried it would be when temperatures got into a 100s and homes behind thereafter had no atmosphere conditioning.
“It brought behind a memory of what my father did. At that time, we had no refrigerator, usually an icebox. we consider that when a iceman cameth, my father bought an extra-huge retard of ice, that he put into a galvanized rinse cylinder and brought into a vital room. Behind it he set adult a small 12-inch electric fan and bending it adult so that it would blow opposite a ice. Our upstairs bedrooms were approach too hot, so we slept in a vital room. we suppose my mom got a sofa, and my father and we were on a floor.
“Many people died behind then, and it’s good to see a TV and journal warnings of how to keep safe, even now.”
Our museum of seasons
This week’s haiku from WriteWoman of Shoreview: “rain beats down so hard
“we stop articulate and reason hands
“rain lulls us to sleep”
Older Than Dirt
Or: Know (and giggle at) thyself!
Crazy Dog Lady: “I know we am not as immature as I’d like to be; we know we am not as intelligent as we used to be; we know it takes longer to do things than it used to take … though now we consider we need a ‘clothes nanny’ on a full-time basis!
“In a kitchen yesterday, we speckled a small something on a building that could be a probable banned intent for my puppy to chew, so we picked it adult and dictated to put it in a slot of a shorts we was wearing. What? No pocket! we was certain that we had mostly put dog treats in my left front slot while training, so we knew these shorts had pockets.
“Imagine my fear on finding that a slot we KNEW existed was now confronting backwards. What next? Fortunately we had not left out in open in that outfit, though it could happen!
“My dogs are unequivocally confused, as they always sniffed around my left front slot for a probable treat, and now they are sniffing around my right boundary cheek. This is not usually degrading though embarrassing. The roughly misfortune partial is that my husband, ol’ Dave, was so amused by this spin of events that he took a design with a accessible iPad. (Curse those electronics.)
“So, as we penetrate serve into OTD-ness, we find comfort in a word ‘Blessed are those who can giggle during themselves, for they shall never stop to be amused.’ we am looking brazen to a destiny filled with hilarity!”
Life as we know it
Anne Nonny Mouse: “I’ve had a small refrain regulating by my conduct given final Friday, to a balance of ‘I Left My Heart in San Francisco’; instead, it’s ‘I Left My Book on a Bench during Fort Snelling.’ [Bulletin Board says: Too many syllables!]
“Friday, after work, we got off a light-rail stop during Fort Snelling. we had to wait awhile for my float home, so we was sitting on a dais reading my latest library book, while we waited. I’ve been regulating a library a lot this summer, and this was a latest illusory book in a prolonged fibre of good choices. (Yay, libraries!) we was engrossed in my book, and usually during a pivotal impulse in a plot, when an earth-shattering bombshell was disclosed, my float arrived and we assimilated a genuine universe again. we collected adult my purse, my lunch bag, my briefcase and my book. Uh, we suspicion we had my book, though we did not. When we got home and went to take my book out of my briefcase and continue my story, MY BOOK WAS NOT THERE! we searched everywhere, and finally we had to acknowledge it: we left my book on a dais during a light-rail station.
“Well, now I’ve unequivocally finished it! we won’t know how a tract of a book was going to spin out, and we will be confronting a large library fine. we might follow adult with a light-rail Lost and Found, though we would have to take time out of my work week to go to a place and face … who knows what — substantially a jungle of things left behind. we have been roving a light rail to work for one week, and I’ve already contributed to a Lost and Found. What would their Lost and Found be like if each commuter were to contribute?! we might be a bit judgmental about Lost and Founds, though once we left a opposite library book behind (good grief!) during a YMCA, and a YMCA Lost and Found is something we NEVER wish to see, let alone puncture through. Been there. Just let a book go….
“Mostly, a detriment of my book caused me to be during a detriment all weekend, wanting to review a book though not wanting to start another one until we found out how this one ended. The book was so good, we went to Barnes Noble to buy it. The store did not have it in stock. (Geez, am we usually not meant to find out a finish of this book?!) Literary torture! BN special-ordered it for me, so we will have a few some-more days of flapping around a residence aimlessly, watchful for my book so we can finish a story and go on and live a normal existence again. Too most play from me per losing a book? Only a associate bookworm could understand.
“Strangely, we am not so invested in a outcome of cinema as we am a outcome of a good book. Recently, we borrowed a film ‘Becoming Jane’ (Austen) from a library, watched three-quarters of it and, due to a blemish in a DVD, a film froze and we never got to find out if Jane and her swain got together. Was he a good man or a cad? (In Jane Austen speak: Alas, we shall never know what has turn of Jane!)
“I might also never know what’s turn of my book, though interjection to BN and demonstrate shipping, my story will be continued.”
Gee, a aged La Salle ran great! (resp’l)
The Sunday, Aug 7 Bulletin Board sealed with a note from IGHGrampa: “Does anyone remember work-up softball? [Bulletin Board said: Silly question, IGHGrampa! You’re frequency ever a usually one — and positively not, in this case.]
“In work-up there were no teams. As many kids as were there could play. When we got adult to bat and got put out, we had to go play right field. All of a other fielders changed to new positions — right margin to center, core margin to left field, left margin to third base, third bottom to second base, etc. The pitcher got adult to bat. There were no innings, no scoring other than what we wanted to give yourself. If we had to quit, a diversion went on though you. No group mislaid a star player.
“My brother, Irvin, was adult to bat. we was a irritating child hermit examination from a sidelines. It was a work-up softball diversion with a area kids. The initial representation was low and outside. Irvin kicked during it as it went by. The subsequent representation was high. Irvin attempted to locate it with one palm and missed. The third representation was better. He took a strong pitch with a bat and missed.
“ ‘Strike three. Yer out!’ one of a Crawford kids yelled.
“ ‘What? That was usually one strike!’ Irvin protested.
“ ‘One strike with your leg, one with your arm, and a third with a bat. You’re out!’
“ ‘Awwr!’ Irvin growled.
“Fortunately for Irvin, there was no central referee to make calls.”
We currently listened from a lady who unsuccessful to brand herself: “Work-up softball: Haven’t listened about that diversion for years.
“I was wondering: Did IGHGrampa forget to discuss … or were we a usually ones who had another ‘rule’ of a game? If we held a batter’s fly ball, a dual of we traded places. No one else advanced.”
Our grandchildren, ourselves
IGHGrampa: “We’re personification horde for 3 grandchildren this evening: Joel, Giana and Anita — 4, 6 and roughly 8. (The ‘almost’ is unequivocally important.)
“I’m always vacant during a appetite of kids that age. They’re always on a go. Joel had a captivating dartboard. Carrying it, he was regulating adult and down a stairs. The magnets had a special fascination. That finally wore off with a captivating darts stranded to a honest post of a building lamp. we don’t know where a dartboard itself is now.
“We done it by mealtime though mishaps. Ice cream thereafter was another story. It seems like kids go by a theatre in which, if an collision can happen, it will. In eating his ice cream, Joel managed to dump a play of ice cream on a floor. It wasn’t usually on a floor. It was upside down approach underneath a table. ‘I’d like to have seen how that happened,’ we pronounced to IGHGramma.
“After a discerning cleanup, with IGHGrampa crawling underneath a table, Joel was supposing with another play of ice cream — reduction a chocolate topping.
“It’s after now, with a Disney video on. You can tell a ages of a grandparents by a suit of video cinema to DVD cinema they have. we consider we’re about half and half.”
Ready to rumble!
Edith of Forest Lake: “When we was a immature teen, my hermit owned a coupe (don’t know a make) with a rumble seat. Boy, what fun! Whenever we had a chance, my sister and we would float in that rumble seat. We sat high on a behind rest with a feet on a seat. No chair belts then, though no problem per safety; we hung on.”
Band Name of a Day: Possibly Forbidden
Website of a Day: Scrub baseball, during tinyurl.com/scrub-ball