Monday, December 25, 2017

Our Christmas Goddess Miracle


On Christmas Eve last night we shopped at a local supermarket. When we were putting our things into the car an old woman approached us and asked whether the bottle of soda pop laying on the ground belonged to us. It didn’t. She took it herself.

Then, she asked us if we could drive her home.

In her shopping cart there were four packages of bottled water on special sale and a few other items. Plus her found bottle of soda. She said that she walked to the store from her home, and planned to walk back.

But, we came along.

We loaded her things into the vehicle and drove her home. In checking the route it turned out that it was a 1.3 mile trip.

The amazing thing is that those packages of bottle water each weighted 29 pounds. That’s 116 pounds; a total of around 120 pounds counting the other items.

Imagine: That old women was going to walk back home in the frigid night air 1.3 miles pulling a 120 pound grocery cart. It was cold. And, in the dark! [Hey, it was on special sale, after all.]

Her name is Meenakshi, of Indian descent. 

Seems the legend of the Goddess Meenakshi tells of her travelling a bit too. 




Sunday, December 24, 2017


Very Wronski Christmas








 






 
Ever since she was a little girl Aunt Edna made a point to put out something nice for Santa every Christmas Eve.














Saturday, December 09, 2017

Appropriate and Inapropriate

A fellow is walking his pet duck when he passes a movie theater and discovers that the last showing of a movie he really wants to see is just about to start. 

There’s no time to take the duck back home, so he stuffs the hapless bird into his pants and goes in to see the movie.

The movie is running and the duck starts to get edgy. The man is patting the duck through his pants in an effort to calm it down.

It just so happens that two old ladies are sitting next to him and one of them can't help but see all the patting and stroking.

“Ethel, the man next to me is playing with himself!”

“Pay him no attention, and he’ll stop,” advises Ethel.

Well, time passes but the duck is getting more and more agitated being so confined. So the man unzips his trousers and lets the duck stick its head out.

“Ethel, Ethel. Now he is deliberately exposing himself!”

“Never mind,” says Ethel. “You’ve seen one, you’ve seen them all.”


“Yah. But, but . . . this one’s eating my popcorn!”