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February 19, 2012

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As I Was Saying
By Opal Toney

OpalToney7-24.jpg (37075 bytes)Seasons...
Well, I’m looking forward for spring, but when I woke up this morning and opened the door to go feed the cats and give Son #2’s dog food, whose name is “Bounce a Little,” but it takes quite a lot to feed him. I have to watch, or the cats wouldn’t get a bite!
I enjoy fall and winter when Santa comes, but spring is my favorite.

The Last Word: I enjoy them all! – O.T.


honeyandflag.jpg (61206 bytes)The View From Here
By Katherine Veno

Leap Year facts and fiction...
It is a fact that 2012 is a leap year. I have never paid too much attention to leap year, so I decided to look it up. Since it only comes around once every four years, I wanted to understand what it really means.
Leap year was created in 46 B. C. and later amended by Julius Caesar. When he realized that the number of days in a year did not exactly coincide with how long it actually took the earth to rotate around the sun. Leap Day is an extra day added during a Leap Year making the year 366 days long.
Caesar amended the calendar and added an extra day to February, and the first year the new calendar was used lasted fifteen months, to make up for the discrepancy.
But even the most powerful man on earth at the time did not have it quite right. With a 365-day year, there are not quite six hours left over; five hours, 48 minutes, and 46 seconds. The Julian calendar was slightly overcompensating, so the seasons began to get out of sync with the calendar once again.
By the time Pope Gregory XIII came along in 1582 and changed the calendar again (hence the term “Gregorian calendar,” the Julian calendar was off by 10 days.
Gregory added the stipulation that leap year would only be observed in years ending in “00” (I.e. 1800, 1900, 2000) if they could be divided by 400. This allowed a slight enough compensation to balance out the minutes shorted by each extra leap year day.
However, folks back in 1582 did not appreciate being robbed of 10 days of their lives. The calendar that year went from October 4 directly to October 15, and people protested in the streets, believing their lives would be shorter.
In the time since, people have taken advantage of the leap day’s reputation for strangeness and developed a few superstitions and traditions around the day.
It is said that on February 29, ladies may propose marriage to any single gentleman, and he will be cursed with bad luck should he turn her down. In many European countries, especially in upper classes of society, tradition dictates that any man who refuses a woman her proposal of marriage while she wears a red petticoat, has to buy her 12 pairs of gloves to hide her embarrassment of not having an engagement ring.
But while marriage proposals are encouraged on leap day, marriages are not. In fact, in Greece, it is considered bad luck to marry on any day of a leap year which is a bad omen and really is for those working in the wedding industry.
Persons born on February 29, or Leap Day, are called “Leapers” or “Leaplings” and celebrate 75 percent fewer birthdays than the rest of us. It was a folk legend that babies born on a Leap Day would be sickly and hard to raise, but nobody seems to remember why.
Persons born on February 29 may celebrate their birthdays on February 28 or March 1. For legal purposes their birthday depends on how different laws count time intervals. In England and Wales the legal birthday of a leapling is February 28 in common years. The chances are slim to be born on Leap Day as only 0.0084 percent of our population attests.
So, they really do get old as fast as the rest of us, and I find it amazing that so many years ago some people were so smart they discovered a calendar at all.


EmilyLundy4-2.jpg (36194 bytes)Escapades of Emily
By Emily Gail Lundy

Honoring the organized...
My heroes have always been “you,” the people who are organized, have their lives in some semblance of order, like beds made, morning dishes washed before noon, and some sweeping concluded where it is mostly needed, this before noon also. I usually tell myself I’ll do one of these later, much later.
Every drawer in your house is neatly arranged with you knowing exactly what is in which drawer. If someone asks me where something is, and I reply it is in the kitchen, and he complains he can’t find it. I say, “If you can’t find it, you don’t need it anyway.”
I’m not a complete loss. I have a drawer for eating utensils. The drinking glasses are behind one door, dishes to eat on behind another. There is one junk drawer and one drawer for plastic, foil, wax paper, so forth. But under the cabinet I’m still trying to get like articles behind the same door.
I love spontaneity, but it’s been conquered here. Experts say a restaurant’s cleanliness in the kitchen can be judged by the bathrooms. Walking to our door for entrance is our dead giveaway. And I work on it. But we’ve always had a house that needs fixing. We say we’ll make certain improvements then act as though we are in our fifties and have years of time.
You, there, smiling, my hero, drive in a car cleaner than ICU in a hospital whereas I might could live in mine happily a week if I were covered in a snow landslide. Every time I depart the auto, I dispose of all I can. I can’t keep up, never could, never will.
And if grandchildren and grown children know I am not Miss Tidy and probably will only decline, these I love encourage the problem to grow. Some have clothing left here for years, but if it is in the school’s colors, I cannot discard it. Sentimental me.
Please don’t think of me as a hoarder; even my husband believes our items multiply in the night. But speaking of husbands, in the area of clutter, we are alike. Only I think like items go together; he sees no sense in my rule. He collects little things on the side of a road, busy or not, saying I bet I can find a use for that some day. Red gas cans, all sizes, are at any clearing in the yard. I pretend they are rosebushes, just lake bloomers. On trash day, I place one can a week in the bottom of the biggest trash hauler and cover it with more trash. He would throw away my favorite dress if he knew. You probably can have guests over for a meal, get the table cleared and the dishes washed before anyone knows it, and then sit to chat. Since no kin helps me, I always say, “Leave every thing as it is. I have all week to clean it up. Let’s talk. I love to talk.”
Yes, you’ve always been my hero, and in the marriage of men and women, I suppose my husband and I were put together as no one else could have stood us.
When I worked, some other workers complemented me on being a multi-tasker, students working on different items; I saw it as saving my week, my job. Days just went that way sometimes. Now, I can’t talk and look at something at the same time. One topic at a time please and could you speak up?
And white is a color you wear well. No spots on the front of your blouse even at the end of your day. A miracle. Then an updated calendar hangs somewhere appropriately with your events and appointments on it. You always write something down, anything slightly important, AND YOU CAN FIND IT THE NEXT DAY!
My husband, when employed, had secretaries who handed him what he needed, had his briefcase ready for his next meeting of the week, and he was ready to go. Had I been going to a smaller meeting, my important papers would still be on my desk or in my car. I had to depend on students for information.
The only good part of me is having you come by, asking me if I have time to ride with you to the next town for something and maybe a cola. At any time I’m ready. Whatever I was working on takes second importance, and I like that quality.
Remember Gary Morris’ version of “Did you ever know you’re my hero?” of the eighties. Our family has used it in weddings, celebrations, etc. But never as I have used it today. Maybe it’s my theme song because I depend on others so much. Remember, it takes all kinds. Surely, I’m not the only “One of a kind.” I certainly don’t want to be around anyone like me. Oh, the trips back to some place to retrieve my purse.


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