.....and other random stuff......

Friday, August 29, 2014

No Questions Asked

That was the rule in our house.
My mother repeated it all the time. “No matter when or where or who you’re with. Anytime….even at 3 AM….it doesn’t matter. If you call, I’ll be there. No questions asked.”

I listened….the way kids do, with the roll of my eyes, and nodded. “Okaaaay……I GET it.”
I didn’t really have any reason to take her up on it.
I was pretty resourceful and independent.

One evening I was out with an old boyfriend.
I hadn’t seen him in a while.
When he picked me up he drove like a maniac. Speeding around the single lane, curving cliff roads.
He scared me to death.
And to top it off when we got to the ‘party’ we were supposed to be going to, the house was empty.
I got mad.
“Take me home!” I demanded.
He just laughed. “If you want to go home,” he said, “You know the way!”
Then he did a few ‘lines’ and fell asleep.

I waited for him to sober up and take me home………finally I decided it was time to take my mother up on her oft repeated offer.

Now, remember, this was in the days before cell phones. As a matter of fact this was in the days of rotary phones!
Have you ever tried to quietly dial a rotary phone? Quickly?
It isn’t possible.

Here’s the funny part.

I didn’t want to wait in the house in case my ‘friend’ woke up. So I left the house and started walking home. But then I thought if he woke up and couldn’t find me he’d come looking for me. So I ducked behind some bushes.
Every car that went by I was paranoid it was him coming after me!
So here I was, crouching in some stranger’s yard, afraid that they might call the cops on me, thinking I was a prowler. Scared that my ‘friend’ might find me and do….who knows what….in the middle of the night.

I was beginning to think I had gotten myself into something that might not end well for the first time, when
down the road came a car and I hear a voice whispering…..”ROBIN! ROBIN!”
It was my mother to the rescue!

I ran to the car and got in; she looked me up and down and asked, “Are you alright?”
“I’m fine. Just scared”
And we went home.

True to her word she never asked me another question about it.
Not about what happened, or why I was hiding behind some random bushes.

Not a word. 

Thursday, August 28, 2014

Throwback Thursday

My father was on his high school's debate team.
I was never terribly impressed with this knowledge until I came across these clippings.
Eleven years old!

Okay, so now I’m impressed!  

Wednesday, August 27, 2014

My Boys

Went fishing..........

 And Husband used his new toy, a GoPro camera for these photos. 
But apparently there's a learning curve, as evidenced by this......
I couldn't stop laughing when I saw this shot!!!!!!

Tuesday, August 26, 2014

Just a Doodle on a Tuesday....

I see 'creatures' everywhere. This was inspired by a photo of a sea urchin (I think) in a tide pool taken by and posted on Alisa Burke's blog.

Monday, August 25, 2014

Punny Monday

Two antennas met on a roof, fell in love and got married. The ceremony wasn't much, but the reception was excellent.

Friday, August 22, 2014

Almost As Clever As Mrs. Cox

My father was clever too.
(Almost as clever as Mrs. Cox!)

He used to invent games to keep us occupied.

He would tell us he had hidden 50 nickels outside, around the yard, and any/all you found you could keep.
But you couldn’t come back inside until you found all fifty of them.

It was a fun game.
I found enough nickels to keep myself well supplied with goodies from the ice cream man!

What I didn’t know, until years later when I was an adult, was…….
He had only hidden  49 nickels!

It was his way of getting us out of the house so he and my mother could ‘canoodle’!

Thursday, August 21, 2014

Throwback Thursday

Settle in for the next few weeks……my father’s scrapbook is filled with clippings…....
all about him! LOL

I have several theories about this:
          ·         The town was so small this really was ‘news’.
                  ·         The town was so small there wasn’t really anything else to fill the paper with.
                  ·         He had a great press agent.
      I think he came to believe he really was ‘all that’ (my grandmother had A LOT to do with this idea, he being the only son.)     

First prize for best conversation! (and recitation....he loved to hear himself talk! LOL)