tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6292915201767940326.post5653253736604605501..comments2024-03-27T00:43:28.975-05:00Comments on Mom's Scribbles: Down TimeVickihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09409645438732452330noreply@blogger.comBlogger12125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6292915201767940326.post-70417607096430158302016-06-05T19:03:36.915-05:002016-06-05T19:03:36.915-05:00Thanks, Rob...Flu is gone and I'm back to my n...Thanks, Rob...Flu is gone and I'm back to my normal ornery self. :)Vickihttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09409645438732452330noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6292915201767940326.post-38517816932015382282016-06-05T18:54:00.964-05:002016-06-05T18:54:00.964-05:00Feel better soonFeel better soonRobhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16800149852939042454noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6292915201767940326.post-53943138454032289122016-06-05T15:06:28.779-05:002016-06-05T15:06:28.779-05:00Harry...I'm thinking I should pretty much be d...Harry...I'm thinking I should pretty much be done with the health issues - at least I hope so. Haven't the patience for it.<br /><br />Reading about your Tom Tom here and on your blog reminded me of my last cat, Kizzie. She was 25 lbs. of fur who had to be involved in whatever I was doing. Woke up one night convinced I was having a heart attack, only to find Kizzie asleep on my chest. Darned cats. :) I really miss them.Vickihttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09409645438732452330noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6292915201767940326.post-42111141517420881152016-06-05T13:08:18.262-05:002016-06-05T13:08:18.262-05:00I am trying to write this while Tom Tom the cat tr...I am trying to write this while Tom Tom the cat tries to type as well, so who knows what the end result will be. Sorry to hear you have been under the weather, but it's good you are getting better. I can certainly relate to the phenomenon.Harry Flashmanhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05071021900005041592noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6292915201767940326.post-7841169486327547162016-06-03T16:25:00.105-05:002016-06-03T16:25:00.105-05:00Practical Parsimony...Glad you are feeling better....Practical Parsimony...Glad you are feeling better. Sometimes these things just appear out of nowhere and lay us low for a bit. Mine wasn't nearly that dramatic. Just irritating. :)Vickihttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09409645438732452330noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6292915201767940326.post-47832126420506925142016-06-03T14:19:38.084-05:002016-06-03T14:19:38.084-05:00A week ago Thursday, I lay in bed moaning as my in...A week ago Thursday, I lay in bed moaning as my innards rolled and grumbled. I thought both ends would explode but nothing happened except pain and grumbling inside. The next day, my allergies bothered me. The next day, I had a headache all day. I finally got over what ever it was. Practical Parsimonyhttp://www.practical-parsimony.blogspot.comnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6292915201767940326.post-73494741004024462622016-06-03T11:36:58.010-05:002016-06-03T11:36:58.010-05:00Thanks, Gorges...Nice idea, but probably a waste o...Thanks, Gorges...Nice idea, but probably a waste of time, effort and water! I don't expect anything will change until we as a nation get back to the principals that were behind the founding of these United States. And with criminals now at the helm, I fear something drastic has to happen before that becomes reality.Vickihttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09409645438732452330noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6292915201767940326.post-20941707653632771012016-06-03T11:29:49.469-05:002016-06-03T11:29:49.469-05:00Chickenmom...Thanks...much better today. We reall...Chickenmom...Thanks...much better today. We really did grow up in an Andy Griffith - Mayberry kind of world, and it was wonderful. There was a feeling of freedom that has long since gone. I am so glad I have those memories to look back on and really wish my grands could experience what we did.Vickihttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09409645438732452330noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6292915201767940326.post-64776890599602707762016-06-03T05:33:58.136-05:002016-06-03T05:33:58.136-05:00Glad you're feeling better. Maybe a bucket of ...Glad you're feeling better. Maybe a bucket of water thrown out your window would have ended the foul conversation below.Gorges Smythehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08777621500611603786noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6292915201767940326.post-57953599991544379682016-06-03T05:02:50.443-05:002016-06-03T05:02:50.443-05:00Glad you are feeling better! Ah, growing up in the...Glad you are feeling better! Ah, growing up in the late '40's and early '50's! Life really was like a Norman Rockwell painting. On sweltering summer nights we were allowed to play outside under the street light. The ice man was our friend, too - he would hand out chunks of ice to all of us as we followed his truck down the street. That America will never be again, but I'm so glad I did live it.Chickenmomhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02978826295959619815noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6292915201767940326.post-47134187442871630262016-06-02T11:01:25.701-05:002016-06-02T11:01:25.701-05:00SJ...I think you and I had probably the best of ch...SJ...I think you and I had probably the best of childhoods. "Go outside and play," was every mother's battle cry. :) I just can't imagine growing up with "play dates" or having a parent watching over our every move. I understand the need for it, I guess. The world is no longer the same safe environment for children. There seem to be a lot more crazies out there now, who are interested in causing harm. We knew who the few crazies were in our town and we just stayed away from them.<br />I had forgotten about roller skating. The skates clamped on to our shoes. I don't think I ever knew a kid who didn't have a skate key on a string hanging around their necks!<br />Your memories of supervised activities are nearly the same as mine, which were the summer swimming lessons put on by the Red Cross at a local lake. These lessons weren't supervised by parents, but by the instructors. Far cry from activities now.Vickihttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09409645438732452330noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6292915201767940326.post-90889827977317662872016-06-02T10:45:00.721-05:002016-06-02T10:45:00.721-05:00Sorry to hear that you've been down with the f...Sorry to hear that you've been down with the flu. But glad to hear you're on the mend.<br />I had a childhood similar to yours - leaving the house after breakfast and not returning until just before dinner. I'm pretty sure my Mom never figured out how very far afield we got on our bikes. I looked it up recently and was surprised myself. If I returned mid-day, she would often send me back out to my forts or play with sandwiches or thermos in hand. We would play kick the can at the local elementary school or roller skate on the sidewalks. No supervision. The only supervised activity I remember from childhood is swim team practice and swimming at the pool with the lifeguard. <br />Cheers, SJ in Vancouver BCAnonymousnoreply@blogger.com