By SHELLEY TERRY - Staff Writer - sterry@starbeacon.com
Star Beacon
June 25, 2009 11:53 am
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Have you seen the new phone book? Or, rather, I’m going to talk about what you can’t see.
With contacts AND reading glasses, I can’t see the addresses or the phone numbers. Can you?
It’s maddening, I say, maddening. I can see most of the names, but not the addresses, and certainly not the numbers. I have to get the ink on my nose to read it.
Now, you young whippersnappers should not assume I can’t see the numbers because I’m over 50.
Superman with his super, X-ray vision couldn’t read this phone book.
Go get it. Right now, go look.
Now look at the addresses. Are they in 1-point font or what? They are soooo tiny.
If we printed the Star Beacon in that print, our readers would have our heads! So how do the phone book people get away with it?
Seems like everything in life is getting smaller: Rolls of toilet paper, seats on airplanes, and the clothes in my closet.
Just the other day, I discovered my summer wardrobe shrunk a little during the winter. It’s very strange and I don’t know what is causing it. Some say global warming, but I’m guessing radiation from the nuclear power plant. I could be wrong.
Granddaughter got a smaller pet, too.
In a moment of weakness I bought her a gerbil. Thai Kitty likes the gerbil, too. She keeps her old eyes on it.
Faithful readers will remember Thai is my 17-year-old Siamese cat. Hubby doesn’t like cats, but Thai is growing on him.
The veterinarian said Thai is doing great, but there is one catch. She has a tumor on the left side of her thyroid that must be removed. Her operation is Tuesday.
This soft, wonderful cat has been with me through three states and five houses. She watched the celebration when Son made the All-Star team in Little League, and when Daughter made the varsity volleyball team.
She hid in the closet when Daughter and I fought in those turbulent teen-age years. She ran for cover when Son and his band buddies practiced at our house.
Heavens to Betsy! The noise! I ran for cover, too.
Thai also was there for countless birthday parties, those special prom nights and the high school graduation openhouses in our home in Florida.
She has always loved to sleep on my bed at night and in the sunshine during the day. These days, she can’t make it on the bed without help, and she mostly sleeps next to Darwin on his dog bed.
She’s a beautiful, beautiful cat.
Think of Thai on Tuesday and I’ll keep you posted.
If staff writer Shelley Terry doesn’t learn to write shorter columns, we’ll have to start printing them in a font this small. She must remember that the words she spares today is a tree saved for Delightful Great Granddaughter to climb tomorrow.
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