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Three small towns in America are named after the nation's favorite bird.  They are Turkey, Texas; Turkey, North Carolina; and Turkey Creek, Louisiana.  According to the US Census Bureau....Which one is the most populated, with 441 residents?

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    ...another beautiful autumn day on Topsail  


Tuesday, November 25th, 2014...  WOW, I can see again.  No, I didn't have any kind of operation or spiritual event.  It only took me ten months to believe Dr. Florio was correct when he told me that I needed a new prescription.  I don't know if I didn't listen to him because I thought I could see fine or if I was being frugal.  I go to my eye doctor every three months - not because he is my favorite; however, the staff rates up there among my preferred folks.  Did I hear a why do you go every three months?  I have glaucoma so I must get my eye pressure measured.  It is always in the safe range because it is controlled by a nightly drop of lumigan in each eye.  I only need glasses for distance.  I can use the computer, the iPad, the Fire, and the iPhone without glasses.  The TV was becoming a little blurred.  Since Helga would not let me move my recliner any closer, it was time to spend those big bucks for new glasses.  I picked them up yesterday.  Helga took a ride with me because the bug guy was coming, and she didn't feel like getting dress.  She didn't look too bad with that house dress and baseball hat and sunglasses.  I don't think our kids would have recognized her in that disguise.  After kibitzing with the staff in the doctor's office, I walked out into the world with a new outlook.  We started our drive home, and I mentioned to Helga that the trees still have leaves and there are words on those road signs.  She looked at me as if I were an alien - maybe it was the new glasses.  When we arrived home, the bug guy was there so Helga told me to take a ride south on the island.  Naturally, I did because her hair looked like..............never mind.  We only rode a few blocks when I saw a new sign.  It read The Peninsula at Topsail.  Helga yelled for me to turn right.  So we did and we discovered a new extension of land where they were building homes.  I wanted to ride to the end because I figured we could see our home, and I was correct.  Well, the roof counts, right?  On our way back to the main road, a man motioned for us to stop.  It was the developer, Bryan Hamby, who thought we might be looking to build a new home.  Damn, I should have taken a picture.  ("See" you back here on December 9th!)  

Tuesday, November 11th, 2014...  If our economy is in the doldrums, how can so many people afford smart phones?  I looked at a chart broken down according to age groups, and I was shocked to find that 95% of adults have cell phones compared to only 80% for teenagers.  I would have bet my, my......well, I would have made a substantial wager and LOST.  I don't know anyone without a cell phone.  Do you?  I know they are all not smart phones.  In today's market, all cell phones support texting and the taking of pictures.  I am proud to say that everyone in my family has entered the smart phone era....even my youngest finally purchased one after much encouragement from friends who would laugh at her flip phone.  Okay, now that I am passed the preliminaries, I want to talk about all my senior friends that have made the transition from no cell phone to smart phones.  It is tough to teach old folks new stuff, but I guess everyone - even seniors - want to keep up with the youth of today.  Most of the senior citizens that I know have the peculiar habit of turning off their cell phones unless they are using them.  I am not in that category.  Mine is on 24/7.  A few of my senior friends are having trouble with the abbreviations used in texting.  Some they have down pat; others they forget.  A few of my senior friends have made up their own, and this makes it impossible to understand what they are trying to communicate.  My friend in Tennessee once sent me FWIW.  I could not figure it out.  So I had to ask for an explanation - FORGOT WHERE I WAS.  Naturally, his wife doesn't allow him to drive anymore.  He once used DWI, which to him meant DRIVING WHILE INCONTINENT.  That too is a good reason for him not to drive since they only have one car.  A relative in Florida uses WTF to mean WHAT'S TODAY'S FISH.  I don't want to bore you, but I have one more that a friend in Pennsylvania uses.  His favorite one is LWO, which translates to LAWENCE WELK IS ON.  One more from my friend in Tennessee - see if you can decipher it.  WIWYA!  Good luck. 
(Next Rambling will be posted on November 25th)

Tuesday, October 28th, 2014...  I know it will change soon, but the weather here for the last few weeks has been perfect after a so-so summer.  What will the winter bring?  Let me go check the Old Farmer's Almanac....  I am back.  What do they know?  I hope they are wrong because it stated...."and another teeth-chatteringly cold winter is on its way across the United States!"  While I was looking for this faulty prediction, I encountered a section on words.  Now, my readers know how I love words.  The first one really wasn't a word.  It was an abbreviation that I don't think I ever knew how it was formed.  Now, I know where "lb." originated.  Helga says that I forget a lot of things, and I have to believe her.  However, I know the big A is not even close...I hope.  Back to lb....  The abbreviation for pound, lb., comes from the Roman astrological sign Libra.  Interesting, right?  Well, I found a few other interesting words.  Let's go with one more word - erythrophobe.  I bet there are millions of people who have this condition.  When I first started teaching, I had a female student with this condition.  She would "blush" when I called her name to ask her a question.  She was such a blusher that even her legs would blush.  Now, remember this was back in the day when all girls had to wear skirts.  Yes, back in the dark ages.  I don't want to bore you folks with more words so stop reading now.  However, if my grandkids are reading this, the first one to email me with the word for the handle on a bucket or kettle will win ten dollars.  I am closing with gnomon, griffonage, and sternutation, which is something we all do every day.  I'll be back on November 11th.

October 14th, 2014...  I can honestly say nothing exciting is happening at 1205 so I have to resort to my Apple writing app - Prompts.  WE are going to make a run to New Jersey soon; but since we have not done that yet, I can't write about it unless I make stuff up.  Everyone knows that I never make things up.  Grandchild number four loves to make up stories; he must get that from the Steller genes.  Well, back to my app.  I hit the plus sign for a topic.  It was - "Then, suddenly, the move went wrong."  Now that could be a good one, but nothing positive came to my mind.  As my readers know, I don't write about negative things like our President or the other liars in Washington, D.C.  Hmm, that was a little harsh, but everyday a little more comes out.  Now with this Ebola scare and a possible war with ISIS, those same folks in Washington need to be honest with us.  Gees, was this "a move that went wrong" by me?  Okay, let me go back to my Prompts app and hit that plus sign again.  I promise I will write about whatever comes up because I told my students many, many years ago that they should be able to write about any topic that is given to them.  Our minds are creative and we should use that part of our brain more than we do.   Okay, here goes - hitting the plus sign.  "The first postcard I received was from...."  Now that one I can write about.  I might have to fudge it a little, but I can do it.  Back in the old days, when students were allowed to go on vacation during the school year - don't forget I taught in an area where most of the parents worked seasonal jobs - they would ask for their assignments.  I would tell them that I would give them time to make them up when they returned - mainly because it was a hassle for me to list assignments that we were going to complete while they were gone.  However, I would tell them that they had to send me a postcard while they were on vacation.  The postcards were placed on the bulletin board.  I knew I could do it!  I'll be back on October 28th unless I am in New Jersey.

Tuesday, September 30th, 2014...  My first car was a 1951 Ford.  It should have been a '48 Ford, but a few years before I obtained my license, my sister Marion cracked it up.  I think she has always blamed me for that accident, but that is impossible because I wasn't even with her.  I remember the day of her accident as if it were yesterday.  It was a Friday afternoon, around 5pm, and she was going east on Batchelor Street (All the streets in our neighborhood were named after war heroes.) to pick up my Cousin Barbara, who worked at the Olds dealership which was on the corner of Route 37 and Hooper Avenue.  Now - anyone who knows the area will see right away that she was going the wrong way.  But that is not part of this Rambling.  I was riding on my bike with my dog Jingles at my side.  I was going west towards our home on the corner of Batchelor and Dickinson.  We were about to pass each other about three blocks from our home.  However, Jingles spotted the '48 Ford and stopped in the middle of the road.  Marion, naturally, stopped the car and this is where she made her mistake.  She opened the door to allow Jingles to jump in the car.  I waved - see you later - and headed home.  I am surprised that I didn't hear the accident because only a block or two later she ran into a tree.  Why?  Well, Jingles jumped on her lap to get out the window because he changed his mind and wanted to be with his favorite person.  There is more to the story which needs to be told, but my Rambling already is too long.  This wasn't even the topic for the week.  The topic was ....  Never mind, maybe I will save it for anther writing.  How's October 14th for you?  Let's make it a date.


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