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Blizzard of 1978 Toledo

I didn't know about the impending storm of January 25th thru 27th.  All I know is on Thursday the 26th I received a telephone call from my manager, Eldon Lind, of the billing department. He told me not to come in today. He said the company is asking all the employees not to report for work.  I said, okay and thank you for calling. I wasn't aware that we were in a Blizzard. There wasn't anything to do.  I got dressed to go outside.  Down at the street, I could see there was no place my car was going.  So, I decided to walk over to see my new friend, Bonnie.  It was pretty cold and windy, but I had a hood on my coat and a scarf around my neck.  I did not feel that cold and the trip was only 3 or 4 miles from my place to hers.  I would guess I had walked maybe a mile when a car pulled along side of me and the driver asked me where I was going?  I told him I was going to visit a friend.  He asked me, did I want a lift.  I said sure, thinking to myself that the snow drifts were getting to be a bit much in the short time I had been out.  After I had got to her house, I went to the front door and knocked.  Bonnie and three kids opened the door.  I asked Bonnie if she needed her walks shoveled, I would do it for a quarter. I don't remember too much about the day, just that we sat up all night talking together.   I think it was the next day we walked to a local butcher's shop.  The streets were somewhat cleared with walls of snow on each side around six foot high or more. The next memorable remembrance was about six weeks later when I asked Bonnie if she would like to go downtown and get married.  She agreed, and after buying the marriage license we bumped into a judge, and since neither Bonnie or I knew what to do next, we asked him how do we get married.  He said, "I can marry you."  He took us to an empty courtroom, read the usual stuff you hear at a wedding, pronounced us husband and wife, and signed the document.  Funny the things you remember about a little storm back almost 39 years ago.

Making sense, internet hints, bananas, folding wash, tying shoes, etc.

     A long while back there was a newspaper article stating that on average most people will have swallowed eight spiders. The story apparently according to Snopes started on the internet. At the time I didn't think much of the story.  I just could not comprehend my swallowing one let alone eight spiders and not know it.  Eventually, the story was reported as phony by the person that got the story into newsprint.

     The internet, especially social sites, have been telling us how we are folding clothes, tying shoes, and peeling bananas all wrong.  I have checked many or maybe most of these helpful hints and find that the people publishing these are, for the most part, out of their ever loving minds. Okay, not always, though.

    One helpful hint that has appeared several times is how we don't know how to peel bananas.  The apes peel the bananas by biting off the bottom of the banana and then peeling it.  I looked at the fruit and thought how the ape is biting and throwing away part of the fruit.   I, on the other hand, make a nick just below the stem with my finger (or in some instances with a sharp knife) and pull the stem towards the opposite side of the cut and the peel will go down easily.  Finishing the job is very simple and should not need to be explained.
    Folding mattress covers; I tried the helpful hint and found out it didn't work for me. Possibly the hint would work for some covers, but I have several covers, and there were differences between them, perhaps, different manufacturing processes.  So I work with what I have in front of me and do the best to get the material to conform to a rectangular form and fold into a square.
     Folding shirts was another hint I could not master.  Eventually, through trial and error, I manage to get the shirts to fold in a way that they were easily put into drawers with the front showing.  I won't try to explain how I do the folding as it may not be the best way or may not work for someone else.
     Tying my shoes is one hint that worked very well for me.   I lace the shoes in a manner I learned watching professional wrestling when I was young.  When I come to the last two holes I loop each side separately rather than cross over the tongue.  Then I put the string from opposing sides through the loops cause by connecting the last two holes. Finally, I reverse the direction of the string going around the loop before pulling the strings tight.  It was this last step that made me glad I tried the hint. My knot felt tighter than before and I no longer have to double knot the shoes.
     I wear support hose as my legs have a tendency to swell up and I was advised by a doctor to wear them.  The socks are very difficult to put on.  I did look up how to put them on.  Through trial and error, I have learned the best way for me to put on different hose using videos and experimenting.  Even so, some socks go on fairly quickly and others may take 15 - 20 minutes to complete the task.
   

Pregnant women have no right to choices?

      So, a woman gets a Mickey Finn and wakes up in a strange bed; She has no idea why she is there or how she got there. She realizes that she has been raped but has no idea by whom or by how many men. She has no desire to go through the pain of childbirth. She is not ready to see her body with stretch marks. Has she no choice? Why? Because men say, she has no choice. Recently, I read that even right after sex she can't cleanse herself because a sperm and egg may already have mated and in some of their minds the baby is started.

Response to a picture on Facebook of a handle use to move a metal plate of a wood burning stove

Last time I used one was around 1962 in Burnt Woods, Oregon. We were in a cabin built with lumber from a cow barn we tore down. During an evening meal, I stopped suddenly and stared at my plate. Seeing the quizzical look on my face, one of my brothers asked why I was staring at my dinner. I replied that one of my rice moved. One of the most stoic of the diners said, Mark, come on we are eating. I told them, no, look at this rice, as I pointed out the offending grain. One of my brothers came around the table and stared where I pointed. Very quickly the rice moved almost as if it were a Mexican jumping bean. Looking up at the ceiling, I drew attention to the cause. Large ants, carrying white long grain rice size ant eggs, were crossing the wooden planks making up our downstair's ceiling and upstairs floor.