ORIGINALLY WRITTEN JOEL KLAASSEN
The saga continues regarding the disposing of the Christmas tree. I thought I would put ours next to the big Christmas tree in our church yard and both would be picked up in due time.
Last week the trees were still there. Looking back now, I should have taken it to the fairgrounds, where a place for dumping them had been established.
Upon arriving home from the Trojan Classic, I discovered our little tree leaning against the back door with a note attached to it. It read: “I gave my life so you could have a real Christmas tree and this is how you treat me? Just throw me out and put me in the cold?”
We have since figured out how the tree came home, but I won’t mention any names. Maybe someone has a pond that needs it for fish habitat.
My goal of late was to read a book. I looked at it many times over the past few weeks. I can see it’s still on the floor where I left it a few weeks ago and I’m still on page 64.
Every once in a while I discover things I did many years ago that I don’t remember doing. Recently, I was asked to repair one of the leather belts I made probably in the early ’70s. The buckle finally broke after all these years. I said I would see what I could do.
When I looked it over, I saw the words “Belly Belts” and the size stamped on it. Then I remembered that I set the words on a Linotype lead-casting machine to be used to stamp the leather.
My kids said while they were home at Christmas, they thought I was more forgetful than in the past. They didn’t tell me that, but mentioned it to their mother.
Maybe it’s true. While out of town last week I parked my truck. When I was getting ready to go, I reached into my pocket for the key and it wasn’t there. I was already thinking how stupid that was and began thinking about who I was going to call to let me back in.
It turned out I didn’t lock my keys in the truck, but had just put them in a different pocket than usual.
Then, Sunday morning, I took my mom to church. When it was time to take her home, I reached into my pocket and the key wasn’t there. This time I did lock my keys in the car. Luckily, we were parked just outside our back door, so I only had to go inside and get the other keys.
I then heard of someone else who locked their keys in the car in Wichita and had to call one of their children to bring them another set. The smart thing to do is to have another key somewhere handy. But that would be too easy.
I’ve found a new treat that is really quite tasty and is good for you. Pop a carrot and a piece of cauliflower in your mouth at the same time. Crunchy good.
The recycling center was a busy place last Thursday night after being closed during the icy weather. I need to go there more often because I can’t remember from one time to the next what plastic goes in which bin.