I hate commercials! And two in particular make me want to throw my orange throw-pillow at the TV screen. The first one is for a headache cure that tells you to apply it directly to the forehead, over and over and over. The other one that gives me visions of throw-pillows lofting through the air is the one with couples telling how they found their true love on eHarmony - “he lets me be me”. Give me a break! So, did I finally say “Enough” and throw the darned pillow? No! Instead, I signed up for a month's trial membership. (Example of the power of hearing the same commercial about a hundred times.) I had to fill out an in-depth questionnaire about who I am, what I want, what I don't want, the whole nine-yards. As a rule, I generally love answering questions, but by the time I finished all these queries I was needing that headache medicine applied directly to my forehead! I was queasy by the time I clicked “Submit” and even queasier when I began getting emails telling me eHarmony had found me matches (or men) from Canada to Texas, New York to California, and even one in Melbourne, Australia. Knowing that there were so many potential “true loves” out there, what did I do next? Well, I turned off the computer - but not before making sure I knew how to get back to the matches, should the queasiness and headache subside. Ah, the life of a modern day, single woman!
So let's look at the opposite end of the spectrum. Saturday afternoon, my sister, Nancy, and I joined many other folks to celebrate the 60 th wedding anniversary of Paul and Dorothy Kohler. How does that happen? Sixty years is a very long time to live together, and yet both of these dear people were still smiling. Neither had changed that much from their wedding picture. True, life and challenges had added character to their faces and changed the color of their hair, but their eyes remained the same - full of happiness, hope and joy in finding one another. I salute you both, Paul and Dorothy, not only for surviving those sixty years of togetherness, but for standing by one another through thick and thin, no matter what life brought your way. For that is what true love truly is!
I have now walked 100 miles on my quest for health. Sixty more and I'll be reaching the city limits of Tucumcari , NM . I guess I'd be getting there a little faster if I had climbed on the seat of a bicycle, instead of lacing up my tennis shoes. Then I could join the ranks of the riders about town. Just a few of those I've seen lately on bicycles that range from old to snazzy, from upright to recumbent are: Wendell Burton, Deb and John Crabtree, Darwood Davis, Mickey and Delvinia Hipp, Mark Axtell, Jay Carson, the Toon family, sisters Phyllis Burdick/Barbara Thompson, Pat VanLeer, Jesse Bill/Gayla James, Judy Gabriel and Nancy Stalder. With the wonderful and cool weather we have been having, bicycling seems to be a favorite sport of many of our citizens.
I agree with the person who wrote to the BC News a couple of weeks ago…..I miss you and your column, Norma Gene Young! I just know you have some words of wisdom or a few stories to tell, so lay down your needlepoint, turn on your computer, and let us know what you're thinking about these days - I bet you want to throw your throw-pillow at the TV sometimes, too.
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