Greetings to all, an abbreviated column this week as Wednesday was April 15th. Yes, I still had some April 15th tax filing deadlines to concern myself with. Another nice snow dusting out …
Greetings to all, an abbreviated column this week as Wednesday was April 15th. Yes, I still had some April 15th tax filing deadlines to concern myself with. Another nice snow dusting out there.
So, although the Kenoza Lake United Methodist Church was closed on Easter Sunday, I decided to go down to the church and blast out some of the traditional Easter hymns, like Charles Wesley's Christ the Lord is Risen Today. Then I rang the church bell several times. While at the church, I got an idea, perhaps divine intervention? Why not have Easter service when we get the green light to re-open the church? Easter is celebration of resurrection and Jesus rising back from the dead. So far, I have heard positive feedback on the idea. Stay tuned.
Last Saturday I went to Shoprite at 7 a.m. My first time at Shoprite since the stay at home order went out. I did not realize that if you were a senior, you could shop at 6 a.m., with senior defined as 60 and over. Second, that they were pacing people. By 7:50 a.m., when I left the store, I saw a line of 9 people, all paced six feet apart, waiting to get in the Monticello Shoprite store, on a cold and windy day. Glad I got there at 7 a.m., although Shoprite did not have any Clorox handi wipes.
Speaking of handi wipes, the other night I dreamed that someone stole my hand wipes. How bizarre is that? Handi wipes are the new currency. I bought some of Stacy Cohen's, Dancing Cat's hand sanitizer last week. I save my used handi wipes in a Ziploc bag and add some of Stacy's hand sanitizer to the wipes so I can reuse them. (Go to the Dancing Cat's Facebook page for information as to how to purchase this liquid gold. Do not get near an open flame as it is highly flammable.)
It appears that hen turkeys are now laying eggs. The other day, late in the afternoon, Ray and I had three hens here picking underneath the bird feeder. (We bring the bird feeder in each night now as the bears are out and about.) Then they returned.
If you want to read something fascinating, google wild turkeys and how they lay their eggs. Amazing story, really. There is a Canada goose sitting on eggs, on Burr Road, at Krantz's pond. At least her “husband/mate” is nearby on sentry duty. But no, the tom turkey is still out there strutting his stuff and the hen is all alone.
I have gotten away from wishing people happy birthday in my column. I will resurrect this, however this week, I want to wish a special lady, happy birthday. Her name is Maxime. She will be 99 years old next week and is fit as a fiddle and sharp as a tack. I would love to be as fit and sharp as she is when I, God willing, turn 99 years old.