IT'S HEEBIE-JEEBIE TIME!
By OLIVENE GODFREY
My doctor describes my Heebie-Jeebies as an anxiety syndrome. The Dictionary of American Slang defines it as, "a feeling of nervousness, fright or worry." And for several days I have had a mild case of them as I count down to the day of my cataract
surgery. I guess everyone feels a little nervous before any kind of surgery. I hope I can be reasonably calm the Big Day and I will let you know how I do the next time I write in this space.
Son Barry didn't have to work this past Friday. The weather was sunny and warm so we went to the Dalton mall and I had a good haircut by my favorite MasterCuts stylist. We had a nice brief chat and then Barry and I ate a delicious lunch at ChickFil-A. We were surprised that the mall was already decorated for the Christmas holidays and Thanksgiving seems to be the forgotten day now. We enjoyed the drive home as the leaves are still pretty over there. At our house, the leaves cover the yard and Barry cleaned out the gutters this past weekend and used the leaf-blower on our patio.
On Saturday. Barry and a friend drove up to Chattanooga for lunch and they stopped at Sears in Dalton and the friend bought a new fridge. And, I wasn't too surprised when Barry called me on his cell phone from Sears and told me had just bought a new flat, wide screen TV as he had been dropping hints that he might do that soon. Barry had a wide screened TV that is less than a year old and he moved it into the den where I watch TV and he put the new one in his den.
Barry has been fascinated by the technology of television as was his late dad, Ralph. Ralph saw a working model of a television in New York when he was in the Army during World War II. We were visiting relatives and they knew someone who owned a TV. They took us over to see the TV and I remembered that black and white TV with the bad picture quality and the "snow" on the screen, Still, we were impressed but Ralph wanted to wait until they were perfected, he said, before buying one. When we finally bought our first TV, we watched it that night with a group of friends in our living room. I thought of those days when I saw Barry's new one, with the sharp picture and many features. Ralph liked TV better than anyone I have ever known and he would have loved the new ones and would really have appreciated the flat ones.
Sometimes we forget how nice people can be. Since I have used a cane and a wheelchair in public, Barry and I have been impressed by people of all ages holding doors open for us.
See you next time.
By OLIVENE GODFREY
My doctor describes my Heebie-Jeebies as an anxiety syndrome. The Dictionary of American Slang defines it as, "a feeling of nervousness, fright or worry." And for several days I have had a mild case of them as I count down to the day of my cataract
surgery. I guess everyone feels a little nervous before any kind of surgery. I hope I can be reasonably calm the Big Day and I will let you know how I do the next time I write in this space.
Son Barry didn't have to work this past Friday. The weather was sunny and warm so we went to the Dalton mall and I had a good haircut by my favorite MasterCuts stylist. We had a nice brief chat and then Barry and I ate a delicious lunch at ChickFil-A. We were surprised that the mall was already decorated for the Christmas holidays and Thanksgiving seems to be the forgotten day now. We enjoyed the drive home as the leaves are still pretty over there. At our house, the leaves cover the yard and Barry cleaned out the gutters this past weekend and used the leaf-blower on our patio.
On Saturday. Barry and a friend drove up to Chattanooga for lunch and they stopped at Sears in Dalton and the friend bought a new fridge. And, I wasn't too surprised when Barry called me on his cell phone from Sears and told me had just bought a new flat, wide screen TV as he had been dropping hints that he might do that soon. Barry had a wide screened TV that is less than a year old and he moved it into the den where I watch TV and he put the new one in his den.
Barry has been fascinated by the technology of television as was his late dad, Ralph. Ralph saw a working model of a television in New York when he was in the Army during World War II. We were visiting relatives and they knew someone who owned a TV. They took us over to see the TV and I remembered that black and white TV with the bad picture quality and the "snow" on the screen, Still, we were impressed but Ralph wanted to wait until they were perfected, he said, before buying one. When we finally bought our first TV, we watched it that night with a group of friends in our living room. I thought of those days when I saw Barry's new one, with the sharp picture and many features. Ralph liked TV better than anyone I have ever known and he would have loved the new ones and would really have appreciated the flat ones.
Sometimes we forget how nice people can be. Since I have used a cane and a wheelchair in public, Barry and I have been impressed by people of all ages holding doors open for us.
See you next time.
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