Anxiety

Thirty cents. That’s all it took to ruin my day. Reconciling the bank statements at my office is not simple, especially for the main account with its numerous transactions.  And it’s time-consuming, so I am delighted when I can quickly check off everything via QuickBooks and get that desired balance of zero. But today, there was a difference of thirty cents. Thirty. Measly. Cents. Poop. I went back through every deposit, studying the numbers to the right of the decimals.  Then I went through every check and debit listed.  Every single one. No discrepancy anywhere. That’s when I noticed in the reconciliation screen that the beginning balance was thirty cents different from the amount shown on the bank statement. How could that be? I pulled out...

Gossip

Seventh grade science was a most memorable class. It was Miss Miller’s first year to teach.  She was an odd-looking little teacher, quiet and unsure of herself.  Our class had far too many rabble-rousers to make it enjoyable for her.  Miss Miller had no idea how to keep order and the energetic boys took full advantage, running the class as if they were in charge.  Some of them were always in the restroom, missing the teaching as much as possible.  Miss Miller never seemed to catch on to the fact that they didn’t really need to go. A few of the girls were wild, as well.  Rhonda brought chocolate chip cookies to class one day and made a point of telling the female half of the class not to eat any.  Turns out, she had used chocolate Ex-Lax in her batter...

Head

These days, head trauma is a suspected cause of dementia and Alzheimer’s.  With my memory slipping, I sometimes wonder if a specific injury could be to blame.  Oh sure, I’ve fallen off bikes and been hit by baseball bats, normal kid stuff that I wouldn’t expect to cause brain damage.  But I’ve had some pretty significant injuries…. When I was four, I ran headfirst into a parked car.  That’s right.  A parked car. How? you may ask.  I wasn’t blind.  I was just too trusting. My sister and I had gone to Vacation Bible School with our neighbors.  When we finished for the day, the three neighbor boys ran and jumped into their car, my sister close on their heels.  I assumed they would leave the door open for me as they had for each...

Hair

At age 58, I decided to stop coloring my hair. I had highlights applied for years, but I hated the dull growth that quickly appeared around the roots.  (My hair grows fast as a doggone weed.) The roots that continually grew out were brown with a smattering of gray, not bright and shiny like the highlights, but I wondered for years, would that really look so bad?  With retirement looming, I needed to reduce my expenses and maybe, just maybe, look my age. I didn’t seriously think about making a change, though, until I was standing in line at the post office and happened to notice how ridiculous one of the employees looked.  (Need I write this story under an alias to avoid someone “going postal”?) I had been seeing this lady since I moved here...