Big Lot in Boyertown!

This weekend I went to the new Big Lot in Boyertown and I liked it.

Why did I like it?  Well, mostly because I have yet another daughter headed to college and it can get expensive outfitting them for a year in a dorm.  I’m not advertising for any stores on here, when I say I shopped some place I really did.  I found my trip to Big Lot helped me put a dent in the back to school list my daughter had created and I’m pretty pleased.

They have office supplies and tote bags and bins with funky zebra fabrics or decorated in bright colors.  There are alarm clocks and bean bag chairs and desks and personal care items.  There are book bags and food products and wow, a lot more.




I’m finding I’m not half as smart as I thought I was!

Remember I told you about Coursera?

Well, I signed up for four classes.  I figured what can it hurt?  They are free.

What I hadn’t planned for was the intensity of each of the courses.  These professors aren’t playing school with their students.  They are teaching actual courses that are really really hard!

I just wrote an essay for a course on Science fiction about the Brother’s Grimm.  It was an open essay on anything I thought would be pertinent for another intelligent student in my class.  That sounded easy peasy at first!  I mean, really, how hard could it be to write about fairy tales?

Zoiks!  It wasn’t hard at all till I sat down and started doing it.  The first couple of essays I wrote were embarrassing.  They were words with no meaning.  Then I came across a  poet who said something about the Grimm Brother’s tales and suddenly I knew I had to rewrite an essay with that as my starting point.

The poet by the way was W.H. Auden and I’ll show you the bit of his poem entitled September 1, 1939 that inspired me:


“The lights must never go out,

The music must always play,

All the conventions conspire

To make this fort assume

The furniture of home;

Lest we should see where we are,

Lost in a haunted wood,

Children afraid of the night

who have never been happy or good.”





Tia Saves Roz!

I love this story for two reasons…the first is I know Tia! And she’s a hero!  The second is it’s a feel good story because no one was permanently injured.  I’m sorry about Roz’s house but I’m glad Tia listened to that still small voice that made her check in on her best friend…well, I’m getting ahead of myself aren’t I?  Read it for yourself-

Rescue workers said they have never experienced anything like it before, a woman trapped in her basement under several feet of sewage.

Friends say Roselyn Willis had gone into her basement to check the circuit breaker when the stairs collapsed.

Tia Quarles, a good friend of Willis, said she hadn’t heard from Willis in days.



“I was just praying. I was like what is going on with Roz,” Quarles said. “I just kept praying. And I said well, Lord, if she doesn’t answer me today, I’m going over there.”

When Quarles went over to Willis’ home in the 800 block of Douglass Drive in Douglass Twp., she found her friend trapped in the basement.

“And that’s when she told me she was stranded in the basement since Sunday,” Quarles said.

Willis was trapped in 4 feet of what officials describe as water, heating oil and sewage, officials said.

“The house is structurally not sound, and with the stairwell collapsing and the partial collapse of the first floor into the basement, it made it difficult,” said Assistant Chief Art Heist, Amity Fire Company.

Officials said it is likely the sump pump in the home stopped working due to a loss of electricity, and as a result, the basement flooded.

“The groundwater is very permeable just from the exterior. It leaks in,” said Chief Mike Zomolsky, Amity Fire Company.



What Happened To That Used Furniture Consignment Shop on Rte 100

The other day I noticed that shop over near Daisy Point Road which I hadn’t even visited had closed!

I was so glad that they had opened and suddenly they were closed.  I guess there wasn’t a lot of business for them.

I really like the idea of re-using things.  It makes me feel good to see and touch things that I know were loved by other people.  If I have a choice between a brand new living room and a gently used but gorgeous dated set I think I’d tend to choose the older pieces as long as they were well cared for.  I’m sure famous furniture makers are glad that I’m part of a small minority.

It isn’t only furniture that appeals to me if it’s used.  I also like cookie jars and table cloths and garden statuary and art.  I’ve been disheartened all too often after trusting a glowing package blurb.  You must know how it is.  You think you have something wonderful only to find it’s at best only satisfactory.  What a bummer.

With used goods, you can see the items because they are generally loose and unpackaged.  What you see is what you get.  I have learned to like that.

Anyhow, I was sad to see the consignment store didn’t take off and I hope that something else livens up that corner soon.




One of My Kids Is In Kentucky Building A Home!

I’m proud of my kids!  This week one of my sweet kids is in Kentucky helping a family with their home.  She’s not building a home of her own, she’s doing this for the second year  as part of her Honors board with her college.  They send a group of young people down South to live in a church basement and eat peanut butter and jelly sandwiches for a week while they paint or re-roof, or tile, or build ramps to help make things a little nicer for folks who need a break.

I never imagined this would be something she’d be doing.  It isn’t that I didn’t see her as a giving person, it’s just that I didn’t spend a lot of time imagining this kind of stuff when I was busy tying sneakers and parceling out snacks of cheerios.  Kids grow up though!  And that little girl who once was afraid of getting her fingers messy is now sweating her butt off while painting someones home without financial renumeration.  She’s doing it because she’s found it to be rewarding in a lot of other ways.

I’m proud of her!



You Go Laur!




Free Hugs!

True story!  The other day I was sitting on the beach in my little sand chair watching beach walkers and two young men walked down the beach sporting identical t-shirts that said “Free Hugs”.  Now these kids didn’t look like the sort of young people who’d welcome a stranger walking up to them and asking them to hug, but they were wearing the shirts!  Shouldn’t that mean something?

I felt a little miffed.  It wasn’t that I really wanted or needed a hug, although who can honestly say they don’t need a hug most of the time?  I think I felt badly about seeing those kids in their brightly colored t-shirts because I guessed they were just being cutesy.  They didn’t really mean anything by  wearing those shirts.  I just knew that there have been people who have gone out en masse sharing simple hugs and I wanted those two Justin Bieber styled kids to be the kind of people who understood that hugs were awesome.

Then I saw another t-shirt…it said “Zombie Killer”.  I decided to stop reading t-shirts.



PS, if you need a hug, let me know! 🙂