March 20, 2017
Before I get into today’s post, one of my readers, Donna, left a comment on Friday’s post which included the photo of Noah and Madi holding hands. Donna said she thought she remembered similar pictures of Nathan and Sarah and since I had been thinking that same thing, I did a little search. Here’s what I found.
I found a second photos which is one of my all time favorites. Nathan and Sarah are headed into church for Sunday school, both of them carrying their Bibles. Sarah’s cute, balded by cancer head is covered by her cute, jaunty hat. I couldn’t love the two of them any more if I tried.
And here’s the repeated photo from Friday, just for comparison’s sake. I love ALL the generations of kids I am blessed to have in my life.
Thanks, Donna, for the great suggestion to compare the photos!
Our family has done recycling for about ten years now. Last summer however, our smallish area for recyclables got overcrowded and so we decided to stop recycling cardboard and anything else that would break down naturally and not clog up the environment.
Unfortunately, it took Sarah and me a little while to make the switch, being the creatures of habit that we are. As a result, the garage continued to overflow with all manner of cardboard-related things that she and I continued to (unthinkingly) throw out there.
Finally, the husband/dad of the house had had quite enough.
One morning we saw that the following typed notice had been taped to the door leading to the garage. Sarah and I, wordsmiths that we are, got quite a kick out of Steve’s amusing and ponderously meandering missive. I had meant to share it way back then but forgot about it; therefore, I am posting it today for your enjoyment and amusement.
Whereas: recycling is a very important practice to conserve resources and preserve the environment.
And whereas: the overseer of this establishment values recycling with a great and admirable valuation:
Therefore be it resolved that the following irrevocable, utterly inflexible and immutable edicts are hereby
immediately edicted by fiat of the Big Kahuna and Grand Poobah, aka The Big Dog, Husband and Dad,
hereafter referred to as BK in this document.
Only the following items will be recycled in this household.
The following items will no longer be recycled due to the unfortunate and grievous lack of space in said BK’s sanctus sanctorum, vis-a-vis “The Man Cave.”
These items are not to be put into the trash container located at 237 degrees SW of the house on the far side of the driveway, that is, beside Sarah’s car, or whichever comes first. This is justified by the indisputable fact that the following items inhibit the free and active exercise of BK’s vital work on his radio controlled airplanes. This craft is of penultimate importance to national security, the profitability of numerous hobby shops , and the BK’s mental health and “pursuit of happiness” and other important things of which he cannot currently think of.
Failure to comply with any and all edictions in this pronouncement will be met with harsh and vindictive punishment and other really bad stuff, including the following:
Thank you for your support and absolute compliance to this sovereign directive.
All my love,
The Big Kahuna
So there you have it. A little light Monday reading for you!
And if you’ve ever wondered what a Big Kahuna looks like, this is it!
What about you? Are you a recycler? If so, how do you deal with the organization of it all?
Thrift stores, fuzzy socks
and conversing with my Yorkie are all on the list of things I love.