I actually had to buy a humidifier for the last office I worked in—without it, in winter the static was so bad I couldn’t get near the metal filing cabinet!
{[(rs0204)]} You are a caring adult child of an aging parent. It’s OK for the adult part of you to realize that sometimes your own physical help is not what’s needed, but your parent will always need the child’s love!
Wolfgang distinctly remembered the optometrist told him to look through the top of his new progressive lenses for distance vision, but in a senior moment, he forgot they weren’t on his face!
We just called that “fried cornbread” at my house (as opposed to using the same cast iron skillet to bake a large cake-like round in the oven). Either way, yellow cornbread was not made at our house. I say one of the major dividing lines in the South is how your mother/grandmother made cornbread. Black people and people from flatter areas (more Deep South) tend to have grown up on sweet yellow; in my experience, those of us who grew up in more hilly terrain are more used to buttermilk & white cornmeal.
Thanks Georgia! And thanks to my husband, brother-in-law, father, father-in-law, and numerous uncles and cousins who spent time in various branches of service.
I had to warn one of my daughters once that if she failed to get an assignment turned in, I would force her to finish it even if the teacher wouldn’t accept it late. She could do the work on time and get a good grade for a reward, or she could do the work late and get nothing. The point was taken.
I live in a rural area too, but not so lucky this time. Usually it takes all of 15, maybe 20 minutes for me to vote if I’m there close to poll opening. Not today. Got in line @ 7:30 am. Returned to car at 8:50 am… and I was told by a poll worker that over 50% of our precinct had voted early! However, I will be staying far away from all radio/TV coverage of the election until “it’s all over but the shouting”!