Betty J. Slade

 

  • Understanding the Disturbance

    I asked my Sweet Al if I created a disturbance in life. He did not hesitate to answer, “You are a disturbance. You throw tacks in people’s beds.” “Does that mean I cause people to lose sleep?” I laughed. Humor always helps me to dodge bullets when Al’s gun is loaded and he’s looking for a target. Only this morning, he prefaced his words with, “You might get mad if I tell you.” I quickly responded, “Then don’t tell me. I don’t want to hear it.” Did I really need to hear how I throw tacks in peopl…

  • It's all about timing

    Timing is everything. I seldom find someone who will take the time and play Scrabble with me. Only one family member will play the game with me. When our youngest daughter comes over, we pull out the Scrabble board and match wits. Our scores end up a point or two from each other. She wins one and I win another. It is Sunday afternoon, a great day for a game of Scrabble. The score is 270 to 271 and I'm lagging by one. I am holding a Q looking for a U and we each have only a couple of tiles left. …

  • Green ice-cream cones

    If you heard "green ice-cream cones," many would say with a big smile, "I remember when..." Anyone who lived in the town of Pagosa Springs in 1976 and for 18 years thereafter surely has eaten at least one. In the month of March, after a hard winter, the Hub would open for business and start its season by giving away a free green ice-cream cone to every school child. It was that story and many more as a group of grownups shared their experiences working at the Hub. We enjoyed a June evening under…

  • Reclaiming the years the locust has consumed

    Another week and another trip to Durango. Only this one would be a bit different from our most recent trips. This trip? My Sweet Al and I sat in the hospital lobby as we waited for an update from our son's orthopedic surgeon. No sooner had we located the coffee and made ourselves at home, the man of the hour appeared from around the corner. My son's surgeon was twirling something that looked like a baton while sporting a comforting smile. As he neared, we realized his baton was actually the 170…


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