Some things I heard that made me smile
Or a surprise.
Those were the three options I gave Better Half when I was stalling for an answer to that same old Groundhog Day question we cycle around to every 24 hours or so — what’s for dinner?
Better Half gave that trio of choices a moment’s thought, mentioning that “something” would be a “surprise” for sure since “nothing” is what I’m usually inclined and willing to whip up.
Post conversation, I’m honestly not even sure what resulted from that in the chow department, what I ended up fixing, but it probably involved cleanup and a steely resolve to never do that again.
All I really know for sure is that I always appreciate Better Half’s sense of humor, so I directed him to make like my administrative assistant and write that “Something, nothing, surprise” response down, so I don’t forget about it.
It’ll come in handy for a column one of these days, I told him.
You just wait.
And sure enough, here we are — things I heard (intended or otherwise) that made me smile in recent weeks.
One comment I’m thinking of came during the Ohio Valley Health Center’s annual fundraiser gala held April 22 at St. Florian Hall in Wintersville.
The gala usually has a theme to it, and patrons can dress accordingly to it should they so desire.
This year’s theme was “Great Gatsby,” which lent itself to terrific decorations done at St. Florian Hall, but there were some really great 1920s-type outfits, too, worn by men and women in attendance there.
But not everybody goes that route. Some people opt for regular dress-up clothes.
As I was making my way around the crowd, taking photos, I stopped to visit with Dr. John W. Metcalf Jr. and his wife Theresa, who looked very pretty in a peach-coral dress for lack of a more precise color description.
We chatted a few minutes before she confessed she didn’t have any ’20s attire, but she did find a 20-year-old dress in her closet to wear instead.
That gave us a good chuckle.
In the newsroom the other day, I overheard two co-workers talking about their ovens.
One was saying he and his wife had purchased this really nice one, but we’re using it very infrequently if at all because of their busy, ships-passing-in-the-night kind of schedules. He apologized to his oven, he said.
The other co-worker, who likes to have the oven going during the cold months of the year because it makes a house cozy and smell good, says she has a talk with her oven around this time every year.
She tells her oven, “See you in the fall,” because it’s too hot to be using an oven in the spring and summer.
As unsettling as it is that I work with people who talk to ovens instead of themselves, I had to laugh.
And I am not only amused but inspired.
I, too, plan to have a chat with my oven, tell her how grateful I am for her patience.
But right now we’re not really on speaking terms.
(Kiaski, a resident of Richmond, is a staff columnist and community editor for the Herald-Star and The Weirton Daily Times. She can be contacted at firstname.lastname@example.org.)