Does your garden always have room for more flowers? Maybe not!

Life as we know it

Sharon of Roseville: “There are some truths in life that are indisputable:

“You can never have too many books, ever.

“And your garden always has room for more flowers.

“Yesterday I learned that there is a fine line past which you reach the tipping point. Continue reading “Does your garden always have room for more flowers? Maybe not!”

The first-wave Baby Boomers always bring three things to a party: (1) themselves, (2) their ailments, and (3) . . . ?

Know thy classmates! Know thyself!
Culminating in: The great comebacks

DebK of Rosemount reports: “These days, I’m hardly ever the youngest one in a crowd. But at Sunday’s gathering of Taxman’s high-school classmates, I was the (comparative) spring chicken.

“I enjoyed that status — and my role, which was to prepare the evening meal for the reunees (which isn’t a word, but should be) while Taxman and his co-host, St. Roger the Farmhand, kept folks hydrated.

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How long would you wait for a drop-dead beauty?

The match game (self-responsorial)

Booie of Cottage Grove writes: “On October 22, 2002, you printed a submittal of mine for the category ‘The match game,’ on how you met your spouse.

“June 15th was our 50th wedding anniversary.

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“Have you been at the candy again?” she would sternly inquire.

His world (and welcome to it!)

Another family memoir, from Tim Torkildson: “My mother kept a candy dish on the coffee table in the living room. It was for adult company, not for children. Though I doubt she kept exact count of how many pieces of All Sorts were in the dish at any given moment, she did have an uncanny knack of knowing just when my stealthy hand had been picking through the mix for a yellow coconut piece.

“‘Have you been at the candy again?’ she would sternly inquire.

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When do mothers’ rules change?

The great comebacks

Rusty of St. Paul: “I was at a retirement party last week, talking to a fellow retired colleague, Norma. She was talking about taking care of her two grandkids recently.

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