Odds and Ends

When I was growing up in Kentucky and Tennessee, little girls were taught wearing white shoes after Labor Day was a no-no. Every “lady” had to have at least one pair of white pumps because “white goes with everything.” I was also advised not to wear sandals after Labor Day. There are some things that become ingrained no matter how times change. Today I was going to the library so I changed into unfaded jeans, a pink short-sleeved blouse, and my pink thong sandals. The temperature was in the high 80’s. I looked at my feet and thought, “Well, I still have a few days until Labor Day.” Here in South Carolina we have temperatures in the 80’s sometimes in October, but I can’t bring myself to wear sandals in October.

When we pulled into the parking lot at the post office, there were two UPS trucks unloading packages. I said to Mr. Fixit, “Isn’t that a little weird having UPS delivering to the post office?”

I sometimes go the library in a neighboring town. It’s much larger than ours, and they have books on their “New Books” shelves that are less than two years old. It is the noisiest library I have ever visited. Every time I go there, people are holding long, loud cell phone conversations. There is a small coffee area and the person who mans it makes no effort to keep his voice down. He isn’t a teenager; he should know better. They should at least put a little notice at the entrance asking people to turn off their phones. There is a sign in my dentist’s office that says if your phone rings during the appointment, the visit will end immediately and another appointment must be made. He’s tough, but I’ve never heard a cell phone ring there.

Our area has been declared in a drought situation again. We have had a lovely green spring and summer, but with very little rain lately, the lake levels are falling again. The weather has been a little cooler during the past week. I don’t think it hit 90 degrees more than one or two days. It was cool enough one morning for us to have breakfast on the deck.

My email could be very unusual in the near future. This morning I was watching a detective movie in “The Falcon” series made in the 1940’s. There were two Falcon’s—George Sanders was in the first three movies. His character’s name was Gay Lawrence. Tom Conway, Sanders’ older brother, then took over the character, but they changed the name. Netflix offers none of the movies in the series, so I checked with Amazon. I typed in “The Gay Falcon,” the name of the second movie in the series, and the search offered me several pornographic movies instead of the comedic mystery I was searching for. Of course, back in the ‘40’s the connotation of the word “gay” was completely different than it is today. Since Amazon inundates me with email ads after I buy browse their site, I will probably be on their porn list. Darn!