CHECKED MY JURISDICTION

It tires me out some these last few years, but I keep plugging away at keeping an eye out around our jurisdiction. Guess that would be the same as the neighborhood. But you just can’t keep an old soldier down. I spent too long as a sort of watcher for the law. Don’t want those hood-lums coming into our jurisdiction. Money is not what it once was for our local cops. Gets tighter and tighter, so I help as I can. Many of the “law” folks have suggested that I sit out a couple of years to rest up a bit, but I respond with a “not on my life, no, siree, not as long as you fellows and gals are having to look the bullets in the face. I can take a bit of surveillance over for you.”

In fact, while I was out on my motor scooter, I took note of the signs. Cow’s milk, the mother of all living (almost) is now over four dollars a gallon. Even at that she could hide her head in shame at the way the liberated hens have influenced the government. Wow! A hen now gets more than half a dollar per egg. Some of these women’s movements will make one take notice!

I was running lucky when I went to fill up. Only $8.64 for a topout on my tank. That’ll run my little SUV wannta-be for quite a while. Not sure where the oil is coming from, but it seems to be about the only bargain this week at least.

Oh, by the way, I chose to do this article based on a suggestion from Linda G. Hill for a SoCS topic. She suggested to use any word in which “dict” was used. Came out just right for me today seein’ as I had just came in from a surveillance watch around my jurisdiction. I was just supposed to sit down and write what comes out. So there. That was it.

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Written for https://lindaghill.com/category/stream-of-consciousness-saturday/ Go to Linda’s and read more “dict” results.

About oneta hayes

ABOUT ME 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...
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21 Responses to CHECKED MY JURISDICTION

  1. shoreacres says:

    And you wrote it yourself, instead of having someone else take dict-ation!

  2. Kim Smyth says:

    And your diction was perfect! So glad we have you there to back up the boys in blue!!

  3. Lakshmi Bhat says:

    Prices are going up everywhere. Thank you for sharing your thoughts about your jurisdiction.

  4. atimetoshare.me says:

    You are amazing, Oneta. I’m not far behind you in age, and I feel much the same. I may not have the strength or endurance I once did, but I’m not giving up what I believe in. I’d love a ride on that SUV wannabe. My husband tells me I’m crazy on wheels. Put me behind a grocery cart and I can do anything.

  5. hatrack4 says:

    At least I didn’t need a dictionary. And I love your sense of humor.

  6. retrofit598 says:

    This all is very inspiration ….. thx !

  7. Love it! It came out good – real good!

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