Thursday, January 26, 2017

New book publishing release plus Day 59 CJSM

"Golden Anniversary"
 
 
Carl Schuler released his 8th book for publication
on Amazon, yesterday. The work is a compilation
of "love-devotion" rhyme to his bride,
Lovely Lady Candice Leah, my angel!
 
visit: Amazon books; search: Carl Schuler
 
contact info.: trinitytrace@gmail.com
 
 
 
 
 
Day 59
 
Bapa and Zachariah playing catch with a
football over the shelving at Sports Authority
 
Yeah!--Guilty!...Again! But, it just wasn’t my fault! Where were the adults!? I need help!
One of these days I will get that long-needed white coat with the long arms and brass buckles.
Everything just has to be a game? Really? You are an immature-irreverent! Yes! Thank you!
Sure, we played toss the football over the shelves in the store; first one aisle, then two…etc.!
When some old gal complained to the store manager, he caught us “playing”. Immediately, I shouted toward Z. Tyler with a look of utter disbelief, “I told you not to throw that football in the store, Z.!” This little “un-truth” I quickly covered with a sheepish look and an “I’m sorry! Sir! That boy will be severely chastised for his reckless behavior in your fine establishment. I assure you.” Z. Tyler just laughed and said, “I’m innocent! I was just watching!”
That line he learned early on as “the boy” and I would get caught in various recalcitrant annoyances like throwing a ball in the house or playing “gun-fight” with “pop” guns and putting a hole in a bedroom door (Oh! Yeah! That was me and the girls when they were younger---and…so was I). Anyway, we were observed in some shenanigan, or another, one (or many) days and Z. Tyler blurted out, before I (the “adult”?) could utter any cognizant defense for our “childish” behavior, “I was just watching!” That boy is smart---he never failed to use that line!
Once, when Becky was babysitting Z. Tyler, he hit a golf ball in the living room and broke one of Nanny’s “pretties” trinkets; when Nanny got the story, our “boy” age 5, promptly announced, “It was Bobi’s fault! She shouldn’t have let me hit it!” (A tangential “I was just watching!” defense. I do believe that boy has the makings of a ‘politico” or a “lawyer”!
Another great story is Z. Tyler and his ir-reverent Grandfather in the mall one fine night.
They have theses vending machines where you put in a quarter and out pops a two-inch super ball. Well! We had four of them going, just tossing it in an uncrowded area of a side mall, bouncing it back and forth, making it hop once before catching it, then twice, and so on and on.
Finally, the “child” of the pair gets the bright idea to send his cohort scrambling down the busy main aisle of the mall filled with shoppers. So!? I threw one of the balls down the floor; Z. Tyler’s eyes got really big and he set out on chase; soon as he retrieved the escaped projectile, I let go with another colorful orb, only harder and further. I only had four balls, but, Z. made the mistake of throwing them back to me when he was returning from another recovery expedition.
O!M!G! The “old” people in the mall felt so sorry for him chasing the loose balls; they tried to catch the escapees to no avail. Funny! ’Til Nanny caught us (me)! He said, “I was just watching!” Right! How come she never caught on to his deception? I didn’t teach him that!?
He never forgot that “fun”. When he was in high school, he and some friends went to the mall. Z. Tyler came home with his tale of the group buying 75 super balls for arcade tokens they redeemed; he put them in a large bag and as he got off the escalator on the main floor---he “accidentally” tripped spilling the entire contents,,,scattering them across the wide aisle and down the mall. Laughing, he told how pedestrians in the shopping area tried to gather up the elusive orbs and voiced their apology to the young man for his misfortune!
Wow! Wish I’d have thought of that---Hmm!...Nah! I’m too old! They’d probably just hit me!
(Come see me---one day…in the mall!) Careful! Don’t slip on a loose ball! Ha! Ha!
 
Ah! Cookie Jar “escapee” Sweet Memories!

 

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