|As I Was Saying
By Opal Toney
Here I am at my window looking outside.
This year the school bus route is not on the road that goes by our house.
I kinda miss ‘em, if I was outside I would wave and the kids on the bus
would wave back.
Right now I’m lookin’ at the beautiful pink moss. It’s the tall kind that I
like. The other kind is spread out on the ground.
My Mama loves flowers and we looked forward for spring to come. There were
trees of beautiful colors everywhere.
There was one thing we girls, and Mama, didn’t like at all.
My brother had a big Billy Goat. One of the things he liked to do was knock
down anything he could, and if our brother was not around my sister and me
were afraid to go outside.
When Mama walked out on the front porch, the first thing she saw was the big
Four o’Clock plant with pretty little red blooms laying on the ground.
She grabbed her broom and here the goat went.
As I was saying, here I am at my window.
The Last Word:
My sister and I would yell and Mama would come with her broom. The goat
would see the broom and take off running.
View From Here
By Katherine Veno
are so difficult...
Sometimes when you can’t really decide what to do, you just hold your nose
and jump. I’m not saying you will always land in a bed of rose petals
either. But at least you get off the bench and play the game of life.
I have always been a wavering decision maker. Wishing that were not the
case, I have attempted to change my behavior through the years. From
choosing a paint color for a wall, to deciding whether to move, I have
always liked to sit on the fence comfortably not drifting in either
direction while somebody else does it for me.
This has been my weakest flaw, and whether you have it or not, one can
recognize the agony it brings. Things like panic, stress, headaches, come
along with difficult decision or even the smallest cross road. I have always
admired those who could make quick decisions, although through the years I
have seen some suffer great difficulties from their impatience and
stubbornness. It is not always the best thing to make a quick decision on
things of great importance.
It is not going to matter if I wear makeup or not, or even brush my hair,
but it is going to have a big impact when I choose to do something stupid
like quit college. That is my biggest regret. I was a junior in my second
semester and dropped out of school. That was crazy. Let me tell you young
people right now – don’t do it. Just go to class and keep going to class.
Decisions can get us into all sorts of trouble if we go the wrong direction.
Choose to accept the wrong date, and you end up in a completely foreign
spot, way out of your comfort zone. Make a quick decision about spending
money and you have buyers remorse. Turn down a great opportunity and you end
up regretting it forever because one like it does not come around again. The
list is endless of how we can turn our lives upside down with a simple or
It is like being on a path and ending up at a fork. Do I go to the left or
to the right or keep straight ahead? Who knows what to do. I have just done
the best with whatever I could handle at the time ... and sometimes I have
been seriously wrong and often when I followed my instincts, I have been
At this point in my life most of my life changing decisions are for the most
part, made and whether right or wrong, I am going to live with it. When I
was young, and the whole world was an open book with lots of blank pages, I
did not concentrate so well and paid the price.
Now, in the winter of my life, I am going a lot slower. I choose more
wisely. I trust less often. I find solace and beauty in the simpler things
in life. The value of love is high, and the price must be paid. The cost of
everything has sky rocketed through the roof, so we all have to choose
I think the most valuable thing I have learned about decisions is that one
simple move or even a complex one can change the road of our life travels
forever. Nothing is free, and we do not get something of value for no
exchange at all. We must be givers, not takers.
I am happy to have each morning when I can decide how my day will go. This
is the blessing of retirement. One never knows what adventure is just around
the corner. I keep my friends close and my life goes better for it. There is
no sin in bouncing a decision off another heart or mind.
That is the final thing I know about decisions. Some you make in your heart.
Others you make in your head. The best ones are not made alone, but you have
to trust yourself. Believing in yourself is a great gift, and sometimes it
is one of the most difficult achievements you will ever make. Remember, you
will never know how really strong and courageous you are until you have to
By Emily Gail Lundy
Someone help me. I’m talking and I can’t shut up.
Of course, others are known to have this problem too. I listen, wanting so
badly to get a remark included but hesitate to interrupt which is the only
way to be heard.
My husband interrupts me, but he says it is necessary. Aging is known for
old memories, repeated stories, recalls going no where. But retiring early
and leaving friends at the work place is hard. Then moving to another town,
smaller with few team members or classmates living here or living at all
makes store clerks suddenly have a new status whether I buy or not. There
are many opportunities to get into groups of wonderful people. I sign up,
but for some reason I can’t make the deadline. I find I cannot get my
In my husband’s family, the parents repeated episodes. Usually the stories
were too interesting or humorous to ignore, and occasionally one never heard
at all would come out. Everyone in my husband’s family had a joke quirk I
had not witnessed. After the joke, with laughter, the teller would repeat
the punch line again to almost silence. This has not stopped as far as I
know. My mother did this, and I would tell her I had heard the tale, but she
But who am I to criticize. Over 25 years ago, a son in college wrote me a
letter. “Writing a letter to you shows just how bored I am right now,” the
son scripted. Then somewhere along the lines, he said, “And this way I don’t
have to hear all the repeats, over and over.” I wasn’t aware. Now I panic on
the phone wondering if I’ve already told something. I’ll ask, but those
speaking to me won’t tell me the truth. Or they’ll mumble and say, Oh, I’ve
forgotten it anyway. Go ahead.
What I am most effective in doing is sitting by a stranger, finding her
nice, and telling my life’s history while she goes into a coma. This works
in some places well, though, like doctor’s offices where we sit and sit and
sit. We find we all have the same appointment time. This gets comical. “Has
anyone seen someone come out?” One will ask. Sometimes we solve our ailments
by sharing what we know. Everyone eventually talks.
Years ago, a friend rode with me through Athens, and we passed an apartment
complex no longer there today. “When I first married, this was one of our
homes as I did my student teaching in AISD,” I would tell her.
The close friend said, “If we pass here one more time and you tell me that,
I am going to choke you to death.” That made an impression.