Month: August 1994

I yawned as I scanned the ads recently until one caught my eye. I reread it carefully and flew to wake up the sleeping teenagers. “Hey, you wanna go have green eggs and ham for breakfast today?” I shook the sleeping bodies awake, loudly announcing my find. The first one’s eyes popped open fast, “Sure…

My son was heading out for a day of mowing lawns. As he walked out, he turned, looked around and frowned at what he saw. The current woodworking project with the sandpaper, hammer and glue graced one corner. Duets of shoe and dirty socks made a semi-circle around the TV. Empty popcorn dishes and plastic…

All I had to do Tuesday was make sure my high school senior had his senior picture made. No problem. Any time of the day, he could walk cross lots to the school, smile and mosey on home. Then he signed up to go to a week-long evening seminar in Little Rock that week. That…

I knew he had returned as soon as I turned on the computer. The program call-up menu was replaced. I tried three times to call-up the word processing program. Nothing happened. I went to “DOS-shell” to retrieve it only to be told I had made a major mistake. As my frustration level rose, my husband…

It’s been a decade since we sold the baby bed. I have enough to do driving the family taxicab during the day without pulling the after-midnight shift of motherhood. One evening recently, however a son returned from a day of mowing lawns with a swollen hand. “I can’t bend my fingers. I think a bug…