Of Waves and Pens


Good morning everyone!

  • Waves

 

One of the fascinating aspects of living in a small town is learning the language, both spoken and non-spoken.  For example,when a person honks their horn at your car, the odds are pretty good that they are just trying to say hello.  I learned this lesson over 20 years ago, when Mark and I traveled to a small town in South Carolina.

In the middle of town, on the main 45 miles per hour thoroughfare, we got behind an elderly couple going 25 miles an hour.  Not being from a small town at that time, Mark honked his horn, hoping to encourage them to drive a little faster.  When he did so, the driver, the man, looked in his rear view mirror to see who we were and turned to his wife and asked her, “Do you know them?”  The wife looked in the rear view mirror at us and turned to her husband and said, “No.”  They both took one more look to be sure, and then, on cue, not wanting to be rude, both of them waved at us on the off-chance we might indeed be someone they knew.  We waved back, and resigned ourselves to going 25 miles per hour until they decided to turn left. 

  • Pens

I have a junk drawer in the kitchen.  Well, actually, I have four junk drawers in the kitchen and need to pare down, but one of them is supposed to be the designated spot for pens and pencils, so I always know where I can get a writing utensil.  I have decided that this drawer is magic – the pens disappear from the drawer, and never turn back up.  Ever.  I buy 10 pack after 10 pack of pens, with a few good pens thrown in from time to time, but there never is a pen in there when I need one.  The pencils, however, hang around indefinitely.  I am beginning to suspect that the pencils are the main culprits.  How else can you explain a drawer with the same 20 pencils I put in there originally, and not a single one of the 50 to 60 odd pens remaining?  Someday, I am going to find the place to which the pens are magically transported, and suffer a serious injury when I open it and the flood of pens pours out on me, proving yet again that a pen is indeed mightier than a sword!

Have a great day everyone!

Nancy

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11 responses to “Of Waves and Pens

  1. Mark Kuehndorf

    Let me know when and where you find the pens. I’m looking for an assortment of odd socks and toolbox full of #2 phillips screwdrivers – I bet they’re all together.

  2. I love your blog… I don’t have children myself but I do vicariously through you. I am an avid science fiction reader and have read all of the hitchhiker of the galaxy series… he describes where the pens go, through a worm hole to live a very satisfying pen like existance doing very pen activities on a distant planet…

    • So

        that’s

      where they go! Does Doug Adams say how to find this distant planet to retrieve the pens? Thank you for letting me know you are enjoying my blog.

  3. Ha – that waving story is funny! In Atlanta, if someone honks at you it means you need to get moving. No niceness around here. 😀

  4. Yep, we small town folk like to wave and say hi as compared to those big city folk that gesture and say die! As for the pens, my human has a drawer full of them he’ll give you. Unfortunately, none of them work. Maybe thats where yours migrated to?
    Sandy
    http://www.sandysays1.wordpress.com

    • Sandy, even big city folk hesitate to gesture at a car with a dog in it – y’all just look so darned happy when you go for a ride. (I assume that your human has the good sense, and that you have trained him, to allow you to sit inside the vehicle on the front seat?)

  5. Michelle Mitchell

    Love your blog. They are so much like so many of my days, I can definatley relate to many of your experiences. thanks for sharing. Michelle

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