Heavenly shades of night are falling, it’s twilight time. Out of the mist your voice is calling, it’s twilight time. Twilight Time – 1958 – The Platters
Welcome to Drivel Over Coffee. The Drivel rambles through this thing called life, stopping here and there for reflection, an enlightenment, some storytelling, and a touch of humor perhaps. Oh yes, an occasional rant. All the while my brain reverberates with the best music in the world – The ‘60’s and early 70’s. Yep – Lost in The Sixties. Remember, the brave kids who made this land free for you.
Let the gays get married.
Let the rednecks have their guns.
Let the atheists be atheists.
Let the Christians be Christians.
America is about FREEDOM.
Freedom to live your life as your please.
So, smoke a bowl, eat a greasy burger.
Shoot your guns, praise Jesus and wish those two fellas next door a happy honeymoon.
It’s only when people FORCE their ways on others that problems begin. It never ceases to amaze me how many full-grown adults don’t understand that.
We moved to a new condo a couple of months ago. Downsizing you know. This gave us an up close and personal chance to analyze our mass of possessions which have accumulated over 50+ years of married life. I compared our stuff to this list and we are soooo guilty. We are so totally stereo-typical Iowans that it isn’t funny. Take a look and see if you have these in your home.
Tons and tons of corn holders.
A college football t-shirt.
A medicine cabinet packed with bug spray, sunscreen, and everything else you could ever possibly need.
An impressive collection of yard games.
Pop. No soda to be found here.
An assortment of winter gear.
An arsenal of winter tools.
One of these fleece blankets with the knotted ends
A t-shirt quilt, or quilt of some kind.
A Scentsy and a collection of wax blocks for every season and occasion.
A scrapbook full of old photos and clippings from the local newspaper.
A welcome mat.
Cob Webs & Spiders
Fall seems to bring out a plethora of spiders and their webs. In our condo for the first fall season I have been keeping an eye on our estate. Yes, spiders and their webs are abundant. This got me to thinking about spiderwebs and cobwebs. As I was growing up, I always called them cobwebs. I don’t know why exactly, we just did. I got to looking into it because being called ‘cob’ just didn’t seem to make much sense. Google came to my aid. It appears there is a spider called ‘cobweb’ spiders or comb-footed spider. They make three-dimensional webs also called ‘tangle web’ because it looks like tangled silken threads. The term ‘cobweb’ has become to refer to abandoned webs that have collected dirt and dust.
You may have noticed a reference to ‘tangled web’. Well, that caught my eye also. That needs exploring sometime but I will have to pass on it for now. They define a spider web as a net like structure built by spiders, made of silk threads from the spider’s spinneret glands. Also refers to webs that are currently being used by spiders or those that are not abandoned. So as I have been reading into spider webs aka cobwebs, it has occurred to me like a bolt of lightening that these are much light out Federal Government. Also known as a ‘tangled web.
Thought for the Day
In the past, I have been sick and NEEDED a doctor.
In the past, I have encountered trouble and NEEDED a police officer.
In the past, I have lived through times of war, when our nation NEEDED our military.
In the past, I have NEEDED an auto mechanic, a plumber, a house painter and a lot of other everyday people.
But I have NEVER, NEVER, not even once, NEEDED a pro athlete or Hollywood entertainer for ANYTHING!
Golf or Not
Tiger Woods and Stevie Wonder are in a bar.
Tiger turns to Stevie and says, “How’s the singing career going?
Stevie replies, “Not too bad. How’s the golf?”
Woods replies, “Not too bad. I’ve had some problems with my swing, but I think I’ve got that right now.”
Stevie: “I always find that when my swing goes wrong, I need to stop playing for a while and not think about it. Then the next time I play, it seems to be all right.”
Surprised, Tiger says, “You play GOLF?!!”
Stevie: “Yes, I’ve been playing for years.”
Tiger: “But — you’re blind! How can you play golf if you can’t see?”
Stevie: “Well, I get my caddie to stand in the middle of the fairway and call to me. I listen for the sound of his voice and play the ball towards him. Then, when I get to where the ball lands, the caddie moves to the green or farther down the fairway and again I play the ball towards his voice.”
“But, how do you putt?” asks Tiger.
“Well”, says Stevie, “I get my caddie to lean down in front of the hole and call to me with his head on the ground and I just play the ball towards his voice.”
Tiger: “What’s your handicap?”
Stevie: “Well, actually — I’m a scratch golfer.”
Woods: incredulous – says to Stevie, “We’ve got to play a round sometime.
Stevie: “Well, people don’t take me seriously, so I only play for money. And I never play for less than $10,000 a hole. Is that a problem?
“Woods thinks about it and says, “I can afford that. OK – I’m game for that. $10,000 a hole is fine with me. When would you like to play?”
Stevie: “You pick a night.”
Kneeling Before or After?
People don’t realize what’s really going on in this country. There are a lot of things that are going on that are unjust. People aren’t being held accountable for. And that’s something that needs to change. That’s something that this country stands for: freedom, liberty and justice for all.
By Colin Kaepernick
Mom’s Letter to Her Son
I’m writing this slow because I know you can’t read fast. We don’t live where we did when you left home. You Dad read in the newspaper that most accidents happen within 20 miles of your home, so we moved. I won’t be able to send you the address because the last North Carolina family that lived here took the house numbers when they moved so they wouldn’t have to change their address.
This place is really nice. It even has a washing machine. I’m not sure it works so well, though. Last week, I put a load of clothes in and pulled the chain. We haven’t seen them since. The weather isn’t bad here. It only rained twice last week: the first time for three days and second time for four days.
About the coat you wanted me to send: your Uncle Billy Bob said it would be too heavy to send in the mail with the buttons on, so we cut them off and put them in the pockets. Bubba locked his keys in the car yesterday. We were really worried because it took him two hours to get me and you father out.
Your sister had a baby this morning, but I haven’t found out what it is yet, so I don’t know if you are an aunt or uncle. Uncle Bobby Ray fell into a whiskey vat last week. Some men tried to pull him out, but he fought them off and drowned. We had him cremated. He burned for three days.
Three of your friends went off a bridge in a pickup truck. Butch was driving. He rolled down the window and swam to safety. Your other two friends were in the back. They drowned because they couldn’t get the tailgate down. There isn’t much more news at this time. Nothing much out of the normal has happened.
Your Favorite Aunt,
The Blog Wrap
Went to my local VA Clinic today. I picked up my newly issued walker/chair. Not certain that I am quite ready for such a device but hey, they said I should have it. Take note of the picture I have included.
It is specially outfitted with a left-handed Gatling gun at my request by the way. Being left handed this makes it so much more natural. The ammo is belt fed from the right-side mounted ammo boxes. The one thing that bothers me is the recoil. I do not know if the brakes are adequate to hold it in place while firing. My physical therapist took me behind the clinic to shoot off a couple of rounds to insure I understood how this rig operated. No problem piece of cake. On the way home, I decided to stop in Walmart and pick up a couple of things. I initially had a little problem with the greeter but once he realized that I could lay him flat in an instant, we got along just fine.
…….. Well my friends, there you have it as told by yours truly to you all. Thanks for allowing me into your day, if only for a brief time.
It is always an honor. If I can make at least one-person smile, laugh till they leak, or maybe spit out a drink, my day was not wasted. Until we meet again – “TA!”
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