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First Kiss
Posted On 01/13/2021 23:11:04

The following story was a childhood memory that I embellished for a creative writing class.  I hope you enjoy it.

First Kiss

Ten year old Judy was happy to be outside after being in the house all day trying to remain cool. The evaporative or swamp coolers were practically useless during the hot triple digit days.   Television could get boring after a while and she was bored big time watching her mama bustling around with an infant in her arms and three brats under ten watching the boob tube..  She was always delighted when the oppressive desert heat of the day would give way to cooler evenings and children seem to suddenly bring the quiet yards to life at six thirty every evening.

Judy joined the group of children ranging from 6-10 in a game of “Kick the Can.”  Fourteen year old Jack sat on the tiny concrete slab that was supposed to be a porch, watching Judy  He was her secret protector and only Judy mother knew that Jack had appointed himself to watch over her.  One of the younger kids was “it” and the game had begun with the count. Judy ran to hide at the edge of a huge yard where there were some oleander bushes and crept to the shadows.   She felt rather pleased with herself, she remained still for what seem an eternity.  Finally she thought it had been long enough so she peeked out.  No one was there. It was as quiet as it had been during the heat of the day.  Where was everyone? She began to get scared so with a sinking feeling of loneliness, and a little despair, she turned around to go home across the desolate yard..

As she  walked across that long, long yard she saw a shadow and with her heart in her mouth, she let out a loud gasp. As if by magic, it was her friend and secret protector.  He looked so serious when he told her everyone went in for the night and she had better go too. Judy was the oldest sibling so was more used to barking orders than taking them. She looked at him and said that he  didn’t tell her what to do.  Jack knew Judy’ personality well. She had to be in control but she absolutely had to go home.  It was dangerous to be out that late in a crime and gang ridden neighborhood.  Jack looked at that little stubborn face and put his arms around her. She looked up at his face as he looked into her deep blue eyes and then his lips came down on hers.  The adult kiss terrified her. Judy pulled way with frightened eyes and ran as fast as her tiny feet could move.  Jack just stood there with a half smile.  He was satisfied as he watched her opened her door and disappeared into the house. Mission accomplished.

Mama and the Pie
Posted On 01/13/2021 19:39:50

I am not sure but if I did it was one of the very first blogs that was deleted before I knew to save them as blogs.  The incident still makes me laugh whenever I think of it.  My beloved mother is no longer with us but the memories always will be.

Mama and the Pie

I was home from college for the holidays. Mama spent her days cooking and preparing various dishes.  One of her favorite things to bake were pies. To this day, I have never tasted a pumpkin pie as good as Mom’s but I digress so will return to the tale.  That day Mama was making a lemon meringue pie.  I happened to be sitting at the family’s favorite place and that was the kitchen table.  Mom went to take her pie out of the oven.  It was beautiful with brown tips and perfect peaks.  Mom took it out of the oven with oven mitts and stood straight up, looked at her pie and exclaimed, “Ohhh, what a beautiful pie.”   Just as she finished that sentence,    SPAT went the beautiful pie all over the floor.  Mom looked at that mess with a crestfallen face and then looked at me.  I was laughing so hard that nearly joined the pie on the floor. Mom was so stunned but then she burst out laughing with me.  When I got myself under control, I solemnly said, “Pride goeth before the fall.” Mom looked at me and the laughter started all over.

Tags: Memories Humor

The Greatest Gift I Gave Myself
Posted On 12/18/2020 02:21:31

December 17, 2020


Thought I would write something since I haven’t writen anything for ages. Be prepared for a mini novella. LOL


The Greatest Gift I Gave Myself


This story begins a year and half ago.  It has been a tremendous journey into the world of sound..  At the age of nearly 68, I decided to get a cochlear implant. When I suddenly lost my functional hearing at the age of seven years old and could no longer hear or distinguish words, I never ceased to hope my hearing would return.  As the years passed, I coped but didn’t accept my deafness until I was 21. That’s another story but from that day in 1971, I accepted my deafness and stopped the wishing for something that was gone.. I used hearing aids for many years as my hearing deteriorated so my ability to use hearing aids. In the summer of 1986 my aids were not working so I took them to be repaired but he audiologist assured me they were in working condition.  I then knew that soon I would be in total silence. The time came sooner than I expected and loud noises were a thing of the past for me and just silence.

Fast forward 35 years and I am now retired. One day I met a young woman who recently lost her hearing so got an implant. I was impressed with how small they were now and how improved they were.  I began doing some research and found out that even though my hearing loss was a pre-existing condition that the insurance would pay for everything.  This made no sense to me since insurance won’t shell out $1500-3500 for hearing aids but would pay  nearly two hundred thousand dollars for the implant and surgery.  I called the Mayo hearing clinic and got the ball rolling. I had to wait 6 weeks for an appointment with the audiologist who would evaluate my hearing, main means of communication and expectations for the implant.

The audiologist appointments:   

The first appointment finally arrived and hubby and I make the 45 minute drive to Scottsdale.  The audiologist tested my hearing and afterwards began asking me what I wanted from the implant. Since I had already done so much research, I knew my chances to hear speech was nil or impossible.  I am a realist so just told her that I would like to hear my dog bark and environmental sounds again and didn’t expect normal hearing.  She showed me my audiogram which as pathetic.  I had absolutely no residual hearing so had a higher than average change for the implant to be a complete failure which meant in the end I would have a mini computer with a blank hard drive in my head that was useless. I just said “so what, I won’t be any worse off.”  She gave her approval for the operation. We had three sessions.

The Doctor/surgeon

The doctor was the next step. He kept emphasizing that there was 85% chance of a complete failure. I had him explain and he said worse case scenario is that when they turn on the implant, the result would be zip ,nada, and nothing-  not even environmental sounds. I said I have nothing to lose. His reply was, “your life from the anesthesia.” I didn’t count on that possibility but Paul was a little upset. In the end and out of consideration for Paul I decided to postpone my decision and discuss it w/Paul.  As usual, he said it was my decision. I think he didn’t want to influence me at all. Four days later, I decided to go for it.

The big day

Finally, the big day was here. It was an out patient procedure or surgery.  The operation itself only took an hour and half. Pain was practically non-existence but now I had to wait 30 days before the implant would be turned on.   They do that to give the body time to heal and accept the foreign object. Unknown to me, they already knew the surgery and implant was working.  Later I found out my audiologist tested the device from her office miles from the surgical center.  Have to admit it was a long 30 days.

Turning it on, Did it work?

On a rainy day we headed to Scottsdale. My audiologist did some tinkering then when she thought it was programed enough, she whispered to Paul to say something. I wasn’t paying attention when all of a sudden, I heard aa voice. I looked at Paul and burst out crying.  It was such an emotional thing. I would need to go back to her the very next day for more tuning then the appts would be spaced over time. We went home and I stopped in the women’s restroom. I was overwhelmed with loud and blaring noises.  I went into a stall and hear voices, toilets flushing and even a funny, rather steadily sound that I couldn’t identify.  I found out later that it actually was the ladies urinating. Toilets flushing was the worst.  LOL  Now comes the big test now. Would I be like many deaf folks and give it up because they can’t tolerate it. For me it would be a worse ordeal because I lived in total silence for 35 years. We get home and immediately I fell asleep and in the following days, I suffered extreme fatigue. That was normal because your brain is trying to adapt and so on. A rather strange incident happened on that first day.  I could hear every little patter, click and clack even when sleeping.  I guess it was some time later when I hear this ugly and loud sound I couldn’t stand. I opened my eyes and could see Paul asleep in the next recliner. Sill I could hear that awful noise but what. Finally, I was aggravated and demanded to know what that sound was and stop it. Paul work up and I grumpily asked him what that noise was.  “What noise?”  I replied I didn’t hear it anymore.  Poor guy sheepishly said, “It probably was me snoring.”

Now,nearly two years after My CI

It wasn’t easy to get used to a head full of loud noises that most folks take for granted.   There are still sounds that hearing folks might not like but can tolerate where as I still can’t tolerate and one of those things is the washer/dryer. There are days when I refuse to put on the device and want a day of quiet but those days are fewer.  The most amazing thing is I actually defied the doctor and audiologist’s  declaration that I wouldn’t be able to recognize various sounds or distinguish words but I do and it is so thrilling for me.  I will be doing a puzzle or something and hear a word or two from the TV and will ask Paul if they said such and such. I am not taking the therapy they recommend which usually come with the implants my niece and grand-nephew are taking.  Neither one was totally deaf and my niece had normal hearing most of her life.  She began to lose it with each pregnancy. They need the therapy to learn to hear “normally” with the implant.   I felt I was too old to start all over with therapy and am happy with how well I am doing.

Some thoughts

Many people asked why I didn’t do this before.  For me, it was the fact they improved and were not such bulky and awkward devices like the previous ones. I will also admit to procrastination but again that is another story. Many deaf people who are born deaf or became deaf before the onset of a verbal language do not feel like they need to be “hearing” to be “complete.” Probably around 75% of prelingual deaf people eventually quit using their implants.

The professionals all said sounds would be foreign to me. In other words, in other words, I had nothing to help me recognize and know what I was hearing. This is a tough concept for most people to understand but just imagine being born blind and never seeing colors, shapes or objects. You suddenly are able to see the world around you but would you know what you were seeing? My sound memory was buried too deep after 62 years of deafness and would be of no help. Happy to say the naysayers were wrong. I was walking to the car and asked Paul if I was hearing birds because I heard chirping sounds but couldn’t see any birds because the foliage was too thick. I could go on but will end this with thought that the would of sound is amazing when you never had it.

A Tribute to Doris Day
Posted On 06/11/2019 18:05:06

           A Tribute to Doris Day


I am sure all of you know that the actress/singer/animal lover died last month at the ripe old age of 98 years old.  Her age can be debatable since I have seen different years for her but regardless, she was loved by millions around the world. I never heard a bad word about her from any of her co-stars or fans. Miss Day with her white teeth and sparkling eyes never failed to bring smiles with her clean-cut comedies. She never lashed out about what the critics or media said about her. I am not sure who said it but someone said of Miss Day, “I knew Doris Day before she was a virgin.” She laughed at her own image but yet all of her movies were pure entertainment, even the few dramas she made.   You could always count on clean language and sexiness without the nudity or explicit sex scenes that left nothing to the imagination.  

Of course. I am sure she had her faults but gauche, vulgarity and explicit movies were not one of them. Much of her life was tragic but she never dwelt on them.

TCM showed her movies all day June 9th. In between movies they would give commentaries and in one they said her singing belonged up there with the likes of Frank Sinatra, Dean Martin etc.

How many of you know that Doris Day turned down the famous character role of Mrs. Robinson in the Graduate?  She said she was afraid to disappoint her fans and that she didn’t think that they would be able to accept her in that role. What a true lady!


Rest in peace Miss Day. We will always be thrilled with the movies you left behind.

The Microwave Oven That Wouldn’t Die.
Posted On 02/09/2019 18:21:06

The Microwave Oven That Wouldn’t Die.

In May 1985, I was hired by a public school system in southern New Mexico to teach hearing-impaired children. 

Mom said that she was tired of worrying about me not eating right whenever I was teaching in other states. “A microwave was the solution.” She declared with that Mom look that says, 

“Don’t argue with me.”

After listening to her point out the benefits and virtues of a microwave, we got in the car and headed to Sears.  I didn’t want a small one for several reasons. We came home with that box and about $475.00 poorer. If I remember right, it looked like a big brown square box (1.75 cubic feet) with a touchpad panel. The inside didn’t even have a revolving wheel. I had to wonder if I had really bought something. I couldn’t help wondering if somehow the salesman somehow sold me a lemon instead of a microwave.

Well, I made good use of that microwave by eating more baked potatoes.  I just knew that my Mama would be proud of me since I gained weight instead of losing like I usually did when I was away from home.

About a year later I married so Hubby an I had two microwaves and nearly enough televisions for every room except the bathroom.  Hubby, being the very generous man decided to give the extra microwave to his ex-wife when she asked for it. Ten years later and now living in Arizona, I told hubby that I wanted another microwave. I gave him somewhat I thought were logical reasons for needing two microwaves.  “problem” said Dear Hubby so off we go to buy a more modern microwave.  We still had that had that big, ugly box one that functioned as a microwave and a newer model with a turntable wheel. 

Fast forward fourteen years and it was January 2000. Hubby was remodeling my kitchen for me. He knew I always admired those little cubbyholes for microwaves over countertops so said,

“Since I am remodeling the kitchen, I’ll add a shelf for a microwave but we will need to buy a newer one.”

So, we did and now have two microwaves again.   No, nothing is wrong with my math Dear Reader. The one we bought before the remodeling project went on the blink by groaning and moaning so we put it outside for the bulk trash pick-up.


Time went on its merry way and meanwhile, that old microwave was still working perfectly. The touchpad didn’t have any problems and it was still going strong. One day I was dusting the top of the grandfather of all microwaves and said to Hubby, “This thing won’t die.” We decided that it had worked faithfully for us for 25 years so we were going to give it a chance for someone else to enjoy.  We said goodbye and dropped it off at a shelter. They were delighted to get it.


Many microwaves later we still marvel and wonder if the thing still worked, especially whenever we need to buy a new one. The average lifespan of the new microwaves seems to be no longer than two and a half years.  Just last week Paul mentioned that he thought the current microwave was about to go to junk heaven.  That night it must have emitted its last beep because the next morning it wouldn’t work when hubby tried reheating coffee so off we go to buy one microwave that worked. Oh, give me that old microwave, it’s dependable enough for me. 

A letter to Mr. Trump
Posted On 11/12/2018 00:22:41

Dear Mr. Trump:

I am sure you noticed that I did not use proper decorum when I called you Mr. Trump.  You see, Mr. Trump I have a lot of respect for the office of the United States' presidency. Politics aside Mr. Trump, Do you realize how you how many times you sound ignorant and uneducated whenever you open your mouth? 

The mass murders which have been taking place lately are so painful and sad for the families and even the murderer's family because they will bear the scorn of society.  How could you say that the guy was one "sick puppy." That sounds so undignified and unworthy for someone with the title of the president of the USA. It was flippant and gauche and not something to say in public by the president. Even though most of us agree that the guy was nuts but we are just the people of the country who look to you for leadership and dignity so do not have to follow exactly the same rules for those in public offices.

Secondly, Mr. Trump, what nerve you have to blame the tragedy of these horrible fires that are destroying life and property on the US. National Forest Service? My brother and his wife are now retired senior citizens who lost their home and all their material possessions and barely escaped with their lives in Paradise, California. I wonder how many people you insulted that lost their homes with that thoughtless allegation? How many people proudly worked for the US. National Forest Service now will go through life with guilt because of your insensitive statements. These folks that suffered through the floods, hurricanes, fires, mass murders which the year 2018 will be remembered for. These folks need all kinds of help and not stupid and foolish words.

I will close this letter with some wise words that are attributed to Mark Twain. You would do well to heed them and then just maybe you can gain a measure of respect.

It is better to keep your mouth closed and let people think you are a fool than to open it and remove all doubt. Mark Twain

Part 2, Just some thoughts
Posted On 11/10/2018 06:34:34


Will gun control prevent mass murders? Tonight one of the grieving mothers' loss control and ranted at the camera. The following is from when the reporter was interviewing her.


“I don’t want prayers. I don’t want thoughts,” she said. “I want gun control and I hope to God nobody else sends me any more prayers.”


I can’t help feeling sorry for the mother. Her son lived in Las Vegas and was home for the weekend. He survived the mass murder in Las Vegas last year only to die in another mass murder. I honestly do not believe gun control will do much good. I would need to research the topic before I could state facts so these are just musings. I know that not all guns are purchased via legal means. Would gun control stop the killings? I seriously doubt it. Gun control just might make mass murder more difficult to achieve. Hopefully, that would be the case but as cynical as I am I won’t hold my breath. I will be a good citizen and vote for any gun control bills that appear because there is a thing called HOPE.


Just some thoughts
Posted On 11/10/2018 06:26:14

The world is wondering what the Land of Liberty is coming to with all these mass killings. I told my sister that it is becoming a normal thing here in the USA. Over coffee, can you imagine people in awe of a day that went by and no mass killing? It makes me sick to think some nut who wants people to feel as bad as he does, decides to go on a killing spree. I don’t care if the killer wants to die but why in the heck does he have to take innocent people with him?All the psychobabble will not change the fact that he is a weak and sad piece of crap. I have no sympathy for him at all. No matter how much a person hurts emotionally, he does not have to choose to kill. Without going into detail, I have struggled with depression and know how it can play havoc with a person’s mind. Still, want to die bad enough, do it alone why cause more pain. Suicide hurts the loved ones left behind but usually, the family is aware their loved one is in emotional distress. The victims have no idea that they are doomed to die at the hands of a stranger.


Life is hard enough without wondering if you will live to see tomorrow.

Got my page cleaning done
Posted On 04/17/2018 15:22:10

I must have gotten a comment because I signed on the Hill after months of absence. Imagine my surprise when I saw my images missing and a big old ugly sign that politely tells me that Photobucket decided to be a meanie and erased all my images. “Oh well”, I sighed, “I’ve had the same page since the Hill began. Hey, I just realized I’m as old as the Hill.”” LOL Well, I decided to surf a few pages but each one that I peeked at were from visitors with a dazzling page. By the time I finished, I was in despair so figured I would check a few friends pages to see if their page was just as messy. Lo, and behold I found a few whose page lacked cleaning. Kust goes to prove misery loves company. Now, I thought, I can logoff knowing I wasn’t the only lazy Hill member with a page that was neglected and ugly.


  I can’t say exactly how because my memory is so lousy that I forget. LOL Anyway, I got to talking with Pamela D. She is a dear and told me how to change it using Doc’s layout. She typed out directions and if it had been me trying to type out instructions, I’ll still be typing. LOL I followed the instructions as proud as a peacock until I saw the pretty new page still littered with Photobucket’s ugly reminders. Again, Pam came dashing to the rescue and told me how to wash it away the remaining mess. Now, I have a sparking new page. Come and visit anytime because if history proves correct. I will probably keep the same page until the Hill comes tumbling down. LOL

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