Connie's Corner

Hard-working Mom & Dad

It's been beautiful here today. We are having a cold front move through, and our low tonight should hit 69 degrees. Really, not kidding. Today has only been in the low 80s, windows open, breezes billowing in, birds chattering, mama and daddy mockingbirds teaching their young to fly outside my window (the view you see on my homepage). They are amazing how they go back and forth, bringing morsels of delight to open mouths, squawking away predators, leading potential invaders astray, far away from the nest, and continually encouraging their young to "come on, flap those wings, jump for goodness sakes!"

As I look on the bush now where their nest is, I think they are all gone, all is finally quiet. I hope they are all safe and snug on a new branch, high up for the night. Happy Dad's Day, Mr. Mockingbird!

My neighbor across the street had a yard sale this morning. They were the first thing I saw as I opened the window and sat down at the computer about 7:15 a.m., setting up tables, carrying things out, arranging, getting ready. They are renting, but moving into a new home they are building very soon. I often wondered how early people came to garage sales, and since I was already in position, working on my transcription, I tried to keep track. This is what I saw . . .

One man - 8:10 - bought what looked like a pair of jeans
Two men - 8:18 - looked and left
Man & woman - 8:30 - picked up a lot but put it back
Woman - 8:45 - bought zip
Man - 8:45 - just wanted to talk
Woman - 8:51 - left with a plastic bag full
Woman - 9:20 - nothing
Woman - 9:45 - nothing
Woman - 10:21 - carried out a small table & lamp
Woman - 11:17 - nothing

Seems like a lot of work for very little, but then I never looked at their stuff. At 12 noon, sharp, the husband quickly loaded everything they had put out and was left into his pickup truck and took off, supposedly for the dump. Hmmmm. Now, if I had bought something and seen that, for some reason it would have made me feel really bad. Oh well, one man's trash blah, blah, blah.

Anyway, back to my transcribing, this WWII vet also got a ride on the Queen Elizabeth on his way to Scotland. Apparently, the QE was turned into a transport ship during the war. That's as far as I've gotten. He is a Navy man, too, born in 1925, from Connecticut, basic training in Norfolk, and now on his way to Scotland. Will share more as the story unfolds.

Until next time...c.