Mary Willis Cantrell
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By Mary Willis Cantrell:
In honor of extra tax days
Daily green dots appear in the withered brown grass…
“How about getting me a pencil, please? Better not start with a pen. And will you fix me a cup of Earl Gray, with some of those little sesame cookies?”
Bulbs planted confidently months earlier explode in bright colors.
“Where’s that list of interest payments I told you to get? Gosh! We paid that much in interest? Thank God it’s deductible!”
Morning has always come much too early to my way of thinking. That too-early morning, there was only the grey dawn light outside, even dimmer in the kitchen; I didn’t want to damage my eyelids by turning on a light. Besides, after years of training I functioned pretty well in half-light.
Got the coffee pot going, and headed back toward the bathroom to wake myself up with a shower. By then, the eyes were working a little better, and
GREAT GOSH ALMIGHTY I STEPPED RIGHT OVER A SNAKE!!!!
“All politics is local,” said Tip O’Neill years ago, a concept that can be paraphrased over and over. For example, Economy. Education. Religion. War. Crime. And Hunger. Particularly Hunger.
Lots of political leaders have been screaming about last year’s stimulus package, claiming it accomplished nothing except more debt; helped nobody. My son is manager of a food pantry in Austell, right in the center of last year’s devastating floods, but what I’m writing is about hunger, the hunger that impacts millions of families in this richest country in the world.
Woodlawn Presbyterian Church is between air conditioners, but it wasn’t in our long-term plans. Several weeks ago a gang of miscreants apparently recognized that we struggle each month to pay our Georgia Power bill, so decided to help us. They wanted to show us that something we thought was essential, isn’t, and thereby start us on the path to lower expenses. They either stole or destroyed most of the A/C units …
Dealing with insurance and police reports is a time-consuming matter, particularly when a committee is handling our end of the transactions. As a church, we must do all things properly and be dignified. Even while dripping sweat.
It’s that time of the evening…
Bedtime (BT) minus 15: I’m freshly showered, shampooed and girly-shaved. My hair has been brushed 100 strokes and my face carefully cleansed with Pond’s Cold Cream ($6.98). Additionally, I’ve applied Cream of Cucumber-Kiwi-Oatmeal-and-Vitamin E ($89.95 which my favorite starlet hawks on late-night television, and her skin looks like a baby’s butt).