Category Archives: Odds and ends

Treasure hunting

I found a bag hidden away. What’s inside? I didn’t know so I thought I’d share my grand opening here.

A bit different.

A bit odd.

But doing different, odd stuff keeps me going.

Want to see another treasure? Message me on Facebook or email sunnybook@aol.com. I’ll see what I find.

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Country people wave

Walk down a country road. A car passes. You wave your hand. It doesn’t matter who is in the vehicle.

Waving is just in our nature.

I know a city boy who asked to drive down country roads. He liked to wave and he knew there people would wave back.

If you are driving on country roads, don’t be surprised when people wave at you. Be a good sport and wave back. It’s the right thing to do.

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Blowing before the rain

If you wonder what I do besides blogging, this video is for you.

A big pile of leaves was blown around the house and landed by my backdoor. This is how I got rid of them. I used my Mother’s Day gift.

So much easier than raking. But I had to stop blowing at the end of the fence as the wind had changed direction and started blowing the leaves back at me.

Yes, yard work takes up some of my time, too, and gives me another subject to blog about.

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Actress for a day

Well, I wasn’t exactly an actress. I was an extra. I found out that the biggest part of a movie extra’s life is sitting and waiting, and waiting, and waiting some more.

That was the first of two days. The second, I took my children out of school so they could be in the movie Meet the Applegates, too.

Take them out of school?! Yes, I believe there are times that students learn more from rare experiences than working in school.

Here’s my account of being an extra.

If you watch Meet the Applegates and look for us, we are barely visible when the stars enter the back of the auditorium. At least I think one or two of my brood are visible. I’m seated, holding a sleeping Rachel, so not visible. It was a very long day.

I’m still glad my late friend, Colleen Sutherland suggested this experience all those years ago. Colleen was always one for a new adventure.

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A ringing doorbell makes mother dingy

This account was from fall 1982. Bob installed a doorbell because if someone knocked on the porch door we’d never hear them. A few visitors then walked away.

Of course, family didn’t need the bell. They just walked in.

Russell was almost three when he figured out how to reach the button for the bell. He loved that when he pushed it Mommy would show up and give him what he wanted.

This recording is what I wrote in my column all those years ago.

Today, there’s a doorbell on my backdoor, but no one uses it. People knock and expect me to hear their rapping. I don’t.

My real doorbell is my dog Sunny. If he notices knocking he goes toward the door.

If Sunny is sleeping deeply, he doesn’t hear anything, which is too bad for a passing salesman, but good for me.

So if you come knocking, remember there’s a bell. It really gets my attention. I usually jump a foot when it is buzzed.

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