Thursday, July 31, 2025
Wednesday, July 23, 2025
I call them kamikaze flies, but they are really not on a suicide mission, so the name is a bit off. Although, I must admit, if they spend too much time dive-bombing in our home, they really are on a suicide mission.
Kamikaze flies show up at night. They are just like regular flies except they zoom through the air and never land. They are so irritating if you are reading at night because they roar past and dip down to almost touch you then sceech away. They are loud, they are frenetic, and they are irritating to the nth degree.
I don't like them.
The other night as I was trying to get my jangled nerves settled down, I was sitting up in bed working on a crossword puzzle to get sleepy. I couldn't relax though because the most kamikaze of flies ever was driving me bananas. He was moving so fast that I couldn't even see him. I could hear him though, indeed, I could! Then I had an absolutely brilliant idea. I am sharing it with you in case you ever find need of figuring out a way to outsmart one of these little guys.
I turned on the light in the adjoining bathroom. Then I turned off the light in the room I was in. Then I walked into the bathroom, and, sure enough, Mr. Kami followed me in there. Then I quickly sidled out of the door and slammed it. He was caught. I also stuck my hand back in really quick and turned off the light. Kamis always settle down as soon as it is dark.
I share this with my adoring audience in the hopes of helping someone stay sane when faced with a similar situation.
Sunday, July 13, 2025
The Mayberry Times (which comes out weekly) never disappoints. The following Speak Out was in the July 3rd edition. You may wonder what Speak Out is, but the name itself really gives it away. It is a small section that allows readers to write a comment or opinion in 250 words or less. Sometimes it is signed, but often (as in this case) it is not. Here you go...
Reader Dislikes Fast Food Fry Changes
I was always taught that if it's not broke, don't try to fix it. The only reason I go to fast food restaurants is that I want french fries with my meals, and I am willing to bet I am not the only one who feels this way. Yet, so many of my (previously favorite) eateries are messing with what always worked before. I don't want fries that are waffled or wavy, (which is not so groovy when they don't taste like a real potato). Please, can't we just let fries be fries?
I personally like regular fries also, but I must admit that I would never think to write to the newspaper about it! I was highly amused at this though, and I am very glad the author had the time and energy to write in. Despite like regular fries, the only thing I absolutely demand for them is that they be hot. Cold fries just do not pass muster at all!
And that reminds me of the time that I visited my college roommate's house and family potato chip factory in Fulton, Missouri. We got to snatch a few fries off the assembly line. They were piping hot and sooo delicious. That was when I first realized that hot potato chips are to cold ones what hot fries are to cold fries.