March 2018 – Carla Swafford, Author

marbles When I was a kid, boys played with marbles. Girls played with jacks. I felt we girls got gypped. Marbles were so pretty. Thankfully, I had a male cousin who was cool enough to teach me how to play.

My sister used to love to heat marbles in a pan. It cracked the glass. Looked rather pretty, but it always made me sad.

Then it became popular to use marbles in clear vases to have flowers to stand straight. Awesome. Oh, yes. I have quite a few.

Now I have three grandsons and the middle boy LOVES marbles. Maybe next time he comes over, I’ll teach him how to play. I think he’ll like it.

Like many Americans I love to eat fast food and most times, I enjoy walking in and taking it easy before heading back to the day job. One thing I noticed is all fast food places have skinny parking places. Really? What are they trying to do? Keep us from coming inside? Make us use their drive-through?

My car has a ding on the passenger door because of those stupid parking spaces, but I want to eat inside. I don’t want to make a mess in my car.

And of course, like every eating place I’ve ever been to, fast or formal dining, the restrooms have only one to three stalls. What’s up with that? I had to wait in line the other day for one out of two stalls provided. Women have to move clothes a lot to take care of business. Not just a zipper and undies. So it takes time.

I do say, I get tickled seeing men stand in lines for the restroom at an ice rink. Probably because there are often more men than women attending. Oh, yes, I loved walking straight into the restroom during a hockey game. No wait. Awesome!

Another reason to love hockey!