Just Enough or It's All Too Much: THE SAUCEPAN SAGA

Monday, March 5, 2012

THE SAUCEPAN SAGA

Saturday, November 6, 2010
The Saucepan Saga
The Tale of the Saucepan

So, I have some lovely new friends, who recently took me to a party at Outback Steakhouse in Hermitage, Tennessee. One of them had a birthday that evening and we had a most enjoyable time. I may have gotten a bit rowdy, not having been out much since moving here from Florida. And yet, I’m done with blushing about my behavior. We were not asked to leave so how bad could it have been? I think I just spent a bit too much time ‘soap-boxing.’
So, where the steakhouse is located, I noticed a Panera Bread café. A few days later, jonesing for bagels, I wended my way back over the dam and found the location (with some guidance over the phone from one of the guys) and bought a several-weeks supply of sesame bagels. Yum. Bagels are few and far between here in Tennessee. Apparently the locals prefer cornbread and grits. To each his own.
So, I got my bagels and, learned that a Publix was nearby. Realizing it would save me a few miles in the other direction,, I chose to stop in there.
So, I got to Publix, and noticed a Ross at the other end of the large plaza. Justifying a side trip by claiming to myself that Munchie could use another food dish, I went in and found nothing suitable for him, but was enchanted by a small blue enamel saucepan that I really did not need. But hey! It was only four bucks! (See side bar picture. It sells on the internet for 6.95 plus shipping.)
So as I checked out, there came an announcement…”will the owner of a dark blue Tahoe with the license plates … come to the customer courtesy counter?” I was already there! Paying for my illicit saucepan. (It really is cute.) So, info was exchanged and I left to survey the damage.
Bottom line, the witnesses got the tag number, the cops caught the perp (pushing 90 years old and performs this none-too clever hit and run) She confesses, and now I’m driving a roller skate while Midnight is having the driver's side replaced courtesy of her insurance company.
The two lessons I learned from this little incident: 1. Do not park anywhere near a handicapped spot because you have no way of knowing what type of handicap a driver might have who pulls in or out next to you. 2. Do not shop where you do not need to in order to buy something you clearly do not need. Although I have used said saucepan a couple of times (mainly to justify its existence here) I do already possess an ample supply of saucepans. I had ENOUGH and now I have TOO MANY, which is how this article is in keeping with the overall point of this blog. Note to self: Learn to leave well ENOUGH alone!
Be well
V.
Disclaimer: I do not mean to imply that all handicapped drivers are irresponsible, only that like anyone else, some may not be on top of their game and therefore we each need to be alert and cognizant of our surroundings when we drive and when we park. I feel sort of sorry for the old lady. She committed a crime and may lose her driving privileges. Does anyone care to comment?

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Be well.
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The Coffee Shop

Well, here we sit. Do you have your coffee? Or beverage of choice? We can imagine ourselves at one of those nice little round tables at Starbucks or at Panera's. Perhaps your town has an old-fashioned diner that serves the best coffee and pie in the world.
Let's talk about life. You can listen to me pontificate, reading my blogs. Please note, though, that I would like this to be a tete'a tete'; a conversation; a give and take. So, please comment. Argue if you wish, agree if you desire to do so, but know that we have just one guideline: Civility.
Civility allows for disagreement but precludes name-calling and foul language. Strong language to make a point need not be accusatory nor vicious. Solutions do not arise from head-butting. Only from sharing, thinking, and willingness to broaden one's horizons.
So, welcome and enjoy! Do they have rhubarb pie here?
So Mote It Be

CRYSTALS, STONES AND GIFTS FROM MOTHER EARTH

At a mere four-years old, I was crawling around in the Hogan's driveway searching among their large chunks of ordinary limestone gravel for the shapes I liked best. Squirreling them away in my pockets, I stole back to our house next door where my water color tray and brush was all ready and waiting for me with a jelly glass of water for dipping my brush.

Working studiously over a newspaper, I colored each of these chunks of gravel, even giving some of them dots to make them more unique. (Four years old, remember.)

Setting them to dry, I often took time for Kool-aid and Fig Newtons, then when the stones were dry, and I was done with my treat, I loaded them into my little red wagon and pulled them around the block, which was as far as I could go alone, not yet being allowed to cross streets.

I stopped first at Kemplie's house. Mr. Kemplie owned the local icecream parlor, where soft serve in wonderful flavors like lemon and peach was available on hot summer nights. Since it was mid-afternoon, he had not yet gone to work. I could count on him as much for his business as he knew he could count on Grandma and me for ours. He usually only bought one, and it was always solid colored. He liked the blue ones best. I tucked his coins in my pocket along with the gravel dust from my earlier harvesting expedition.

I don't recall all of the other houses I stopped at. I know there was one that I always skipped. Then back around to my street, at Bowen's house the lady upstairs gave me a few pennies for a yellow stone and one with dots. My big sale was also usually my last because Mrs. Dwyer was sweet and kind and I usually scored two nickels from her for whatever was left and she always ooooh'd and ahhh'd and said they were so pretty. Next, at Wassums' they often did not answer the door. When they did it was rather unpleasant, but sometimes I got a penny if I had a red one left.

So you can see, my love of stones began in early childhood. On any trip, my Mom and I always collected rocks. Dad complained about having to move our rock collections back and forth when we sought new housing.

Today, my collection is vast. Probably TOO MUCH, like so much else. But these are friends. Gifts of the Earth. Sometimes one of them becomes a gift to someone else, always with information on its healing properties and spiritual meaning.

The stones, either polished or raw, precious or semi-precious have attributes that make them useful for helping, healing or focusing on some particular issue.

An author named simply, Melody, has written a series of guides about stones and I recommend all of them. Love is in the Earth is the title and much useful and beneficial information is available therein.

Response-Ability

In no particular order, because they seem equally significant, we each have the following duties as living breathing beings:
To care for other living beings and our lovely planet tenderly, and with harm to none.
To be aware, cognizant and alert to the world around us. And to do so without agitating or looking for trouble. Just to live with our eyes open.
To be willing to do whatever is necessary to protect the innocent and to protect freedom.
For those of us who are blessed to be Americans, we must be diligent especially to protect our freedoms, our Bill of Rights, and to watch over our Constitution to assure that it remains strong and inviolate.
For those who are native to any of the other countries on Earth, it behooves you each to work to maintain or achieve freedom and liberty for all good people and to promote kindness and goodwill toward all. We are all members of the human family and viloence toward each other is disfunctional and unacceptable.
To be the best we can be at any given time under any circumstances. To be the best we have been created to be. We are not talking straight A's or any ranking thing like that. This means, to follow the guidlines for living as given to us by the Great Spirit and stipulated in the Golden rule. If you are in a culture or religious organization that does not have the Golden Rule, Google it. It goes like this: 'Do unto others as you would wish them to do unto you.' Simple, huh!

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