Funny Story, no spiritual significance unless I am gossiping. Hope not. Don’t think so since you have absolutely no idea who this story is about. Neither do I know her; I don’t think I ever knew her name. I did know where she lived
We have made changes on our front patio. Have a table with two new black rocking chairs. It looks comfortable and pretty. Sitting down a bit I looked around and remembered another year, another day, another table with a couple of chairs. I was sitting at one, when a lady walked up. I invited her to sit down and we began to chat.
The lady was greatly disturbed at the police. I tried to talk her down, to calm the situation. She got angry and shouted at me, “Just you wait, in the morning your lawn will be covered with … tea pots.” With that she left me. Sort of sad, but also sort of endearing that the worse she could wish upon me was a lawn full of tea pots.
I remember when people could be angry, even at the police, without being vicious.
About oneta hayes
Hello. To various folks I am Neat’nee, Mom, Grandma Neta, Gramma, Aunt Neta, Aunt Noni, Aunt Neno, and Aunt Neto (lots of varieties from little nieces and nephews). To some I’m more like “Didn’t you used to be my teacher?” or “Don’t I know you from someplace?” To you, perhaps, I am a Fellow Blogger. Not “fellow” like a male or a guy, but “fellow” like a companion or an adventurer. I would choose to be Grandma Blogger, and have you pull up a chair, my website before you, while I tell you of some days of yore. I have experienced life much differently than most of you. It was and is a good life. I hope to share nuggets of appreciation for those who have gone before me and those who come after me. By necessity you are among those who come after me and I will tell you of those who came before. Once upon a time in a little house on a prairie - oops, change that lest I commit plagiarism - and change that “house on the prairie” to “dugout on the prairie.” So my story begins...
I do love a nice cup of tea and tea pots are pretty 😍
Me for iced tea, sweetened please. Nothing hot. That hurts. I do like tea pots, however. I used to have several but that went be the wayside sometime and place. 😀
I’ve still got a few of my grandmothers— it’s funny, I prefer hot to iced— some may now question my southern roots 🤣
Funny story. I love it.
Good. I hoped for that. I see you over at yours in a bit.
I smiled at your story. I imagined the lawn if her threat had been carried out. I laughed at the problems that would create.
She was really mad at the police and she wanted me to be mad with her. I thought it was rather cute the way she couldn’t think of anything bad enough for me. 😀