Karma Notes: What Goes Around Comes Around

Grandma Bertha made the greatest fried bread the world has ever known. It melted in your mouth. It was so sweet that you didn’t even need to pour syrup on it.

Grandma Bertha was also one of the sweetest women to ever walk on the face of this Earth.

But, in her latter years, she got a little whiffy, as we all do.

Her strategy for managing this situation was notes.

Notes in the Kitchen:

“Chew My Food Well” and “Say Grace Before Meals.”

Notes in the living room:

“Give Grandpa his evening medicines before going to bed, even if he does not want them, and I can’t sleep.”

Notes in the bathroom:

“Wash my hair every Tuesday, but no later than Thursday, unless it falls in a week.”

What?

Sadly, I must admit that we mocked Grandma Bertha’s notes.

Especially “Chew My Food Well” because “well” was underlined three times, in bold, hard-pressed, pencil lines.

Make NO mistake, Grandma meant business when it came to chewing her food well.

God rest her sweet soul.

And now I’m the one writing notes to myself.  Not about chewing food, though.  At least not yet.

What goes around come around.

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2 Responses to “Karma Notes: What Goes Around Comes Around”

  1. Lillian L. says:

    Just a few notes.

    To those not from the south, fried bread = French Toast.

    Yes, Tyrannosaurus, that would definately be awesome. However, me thinks this is simply the Gestalt theory at work.

    And, lastly, same to ya! Psssssssssssssssssssst!!

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