Monday Coffee Talk

 Monday Coffee Talk

June 8^, 2026

Day 159 of 365

I guess these lazy, hazy days of summer has put its spell on me, because that’s exactly how I feel – lazy and hazy!

Thus, I have absolutely nothing to share with you today. I really tried to come up with something of interest to share but to no avail. {{sigh}}

So, I threw a bunch of stuff together and came up with this melee of mish-mash – odds and ends – bits and pieces – etc, etc, etc.

AND a little silliness!

I love the color blue, just look around my home!

But Pink is great too.

My daddy’s name is Jeff, my oldest brother is Jeff too.

My mother’s maiden name is Ritch, so my second oldest brother is named George Robert, what? He should have been George Ritch!!

This picture was taken in the ICU waiting room. George had just arrived from the Fort Worth area, rushing to be with us because we truly thought Momma was going home that day, but God wasn’t quite ready for her. A few years later, we lost George — he went on before Momma — and that still tugs at my heart.

❤

The first poem I ever memorized was The Swing by Robert Louis Stevenson.

How do you like to go up in a swing,

             Up in the air so blue?

Oh, I do think it the pleasantest thing

             Ever a child can do!

Up in the air and over the wall,

             Till I can see so wide,

River and trees and cattle and all

             Over the countryside

Till I look down on the garden green,

              Down on the roof so brown—

Up in the air I go flying again,

              Up in the air and down!

Maybe that’s when my love for ‘swinging’ began.

The next poem was Little Orphan Annie by James Whitcomb Riley.

Little Orphant Annie’s come to our house to stay,
An’ wash the cups an’ saucers up, an’ brush the crumbs away,
An’ shoo the chickens off the porch, an’ dust the hearth, an’ sweep,
An’ make the fire, an’ bake the bread, an’ earn her board-an’-keep;
An’ all us other childern, when the supper things is done,
We set around the kitchen fire an’ has the mostest fun
A-list’nin’ to the witch-tales ‘at Annie tells about,
An’ the Gobble-uns ‘at gits you
             Ef you
                Don’t
                   Watch
                      Out!

Both of these poems were school assignments, and I remember working hard memorizing them to recite in class.

We had such a rainy and overcast May, and now it seems to be coming right into June.

Looking out the window a few mornings ago.

Always remember:

‘Life is simpler when you plow around the stump.’

Until Next Time

Roses are red

Violets are blue

There was an old woman

Who lived in a shoe!

 

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