Sometimes it's hard to do anything except sit in front of my computer and look at the screen.
Jeremy, the guy who built the computer for me, fixed it up so pictures from my photo files would rotate, and this morning I saw my daughter and her two best friends looking back at me. All three looked beautifully happy.
I'm telling you, the man in my computer really thinks I should head back to Colorado for a visit. By the way, he hasn't talked to me very much lately. Maybe five or six times, then nothing. Just like the rest of the world, he becomes familiar, then changes.
That happens often, but the latest to come to my attention is toilet paper. Toilet paper is toilet paper, and not many people talk about it. Some even hate to see television commercials for it. But that doesn't change the fact that it's toilet paper.
Well, it was toilet paper until it became bath tissue. Take a bath with that stuff once and see how that works for you.
JCPenney joined the ranks of Kentucky Fried Chicken and the International House of Pancakes to join an initials-only generation. But they added a box around the initials to pretty it up. Years ago Kentucky Fried Chicken changed to eliminate the "fried" connotation for the health of it, becoming KFC, and International House of Pancakes just wanted to sell their cakes without having people think about the calories. So now they're IHOP.
At least, that's my take on it, and since my take is what I listen to, I'm sure I'm right.
Just be what you are, people. Change if you must, but change because you want to, not because it will be better for your interaction with others.
I'm changing. For me. More for the fact that getting recyclables put together on Thursday night for Friday garbage day drives me crazy. Even the weeks I gather them ahead of time, 70 percent of the time something keeps me from dragging them to the curb. This week I have so much paper bagged up, it won't all fit in that blue tote the city gave me to use.
Not to worry, thinks I, I'll just haul it to the recyclables container at the city yard. That's a plan still in formulation, since I haven't actually done it. But I shall, and it might become habit.
I could scratch the letters TYOR - take your own recyclables - on the wall of my garage to remind me of this change, and if it goes well, I could start a new thing. TYOR buttons everywhere. Someone might even name her child Tyor. There's a charming ring to it, doncha think?
Speaking of charming, don't forget Nancy Kunickis and the Laurens-Marathon speech department fundraiser the Sentimental Swing band will play from 4 to 7 p.m. Saturday for a dance at the Laurens Country Club. Tickets are just $10, and proceeds will help the speech department with their needs.
Just call it DFS. Dance for speech. That has a charming ring, too.
So long friends, until the next time when we're together.
Sandy Mickelson, retired lifestyle editor of The Messenger, may be reached at firstname.lastname@example.org.