Wednesday, September 17, 2025

Really?

 Here's one for you.  

One of my daughters lives in Waxahachie.  She walked out to her mailbox yesterday evening.  On the way back she saw saw something on her porch.  hmmmmm

It was a cell phone plugged into her porch plug place.  She called the police.  They came over and took the phone.  Within 5 minutes after the police left, some man was banging on their front door yelling that he wanted his cell phone back.   She re-called the police.

The man was soon found.  He is listed by the police as "homeless."   They had a long talk.  He has been living across the road and down a ways in the trees.  They gave him back his phone and pointed him away.

That's something.

Daughter now has bought a ring camera and installed it.  The story could be told in three times more words.  I abbreviated.  That is something to me.  I wonder who pays his phone bill;  I wonder how he gets his phone bill; I wonder where he gets the money to pay the phone bill; I wonder if his name is Bill.

mtz

I'll add a p.s.   My son had a blackberry size mass removed off his kidney on Monday.  They are awaiting the results.  What is amazing to me (other than doctors have this skill) is that it was found because he had a kidney stone ... the Xray after that found the spot.   Had he not had the stone, then what?  As one of my children says:  "God moves in mysterious ways." 

Blackberry definition:  The fruit, not the telephone.

OK, a 2nd p.s.

My wife turned 85 on Monday.  Whoever would have thought that I would ever be married to an 85 year old lady.  I don't turn 85 till November.  Does this make her a cougar?

Saturday, August 30, 2025

Goin' Band from Raiderland

 I didn't go.  Wish that I could have...

The Texas Tech Band is 100 years old this year.  Born in 1925, they celebrated tonight at the Tech ballgame.    1000 Band alumni went to the game and marched at halftime.  Of course they have had a bad storm roll through and have sat waiting for the storm to pass.

I have not heard how things went.  I do know that my TV people didn't carry this game.  So be it.   The football team will probably win - Arkansas pine bluff.   


I just heard.  The halftime was cancelled.  What a shame.  Maybe next year they will celebrate 101 years with no rain.  so be it.  I'm gonna blame Putin for this.

So much anticipation.   We did watch the rehearsal on the Goin' Band Association website.  It is probably still up for viewing.  1000 marchers.  That's a lot.

mike metze,  class of 1962

Monday, August 18, 2025

So, what's for supper and other inane questions

 Inane Inane Inane

I like that word.  It fits so much in my world. 

Another word that I took JOY in using during a band rehearsal was asinine.  It sounds so close to being dirty.  Shock and Awe.   You can use certain words to shock students into listening to you.  "What's he gonna say next?"  Flip-Flops.  I really do hate seeing flip flops. When I was much younger - the year had to be about 1965 or 66 - we made a driving trip to California to visit uncles and great aunts.  We took 2 cars.  My parents were in one; we were in the other; and, several family members rode along.  It was a nice LONG trip from Levelland.  First trip to Disneyland and Knotts berry farm.

In California that trip was the first time I saw flip-flops.  Out there, some were calling them Come Alongs.  Okay.  But they were also called thongs.  Look at their construction.  Thongs fits.  For years, I was naive and used the thong name.  Eventually, someone told me that THONG was a name for a certain type of underwear.  I didn't know.  How was I to know?  Still, in a fit of "gotchas" I would use the Thong name.  It suited me just fine.  

Family stone:  on that trip, our oldest daughter was just learning to walk and talk.  Still, her diaper was supreme.  You had to work around dirty diapers.  And, I believe we didn't have anything but cloth ones.  Maybe there were the others.  I don't remember since I rarely changed one.  One day, we had a particularly good lunch and then went out on the California town.  A few hours later, the diaper filled.  My mother, who had a way with the English language, chose to change the "dirty" diaper.  I hate dirty diapers  {Dirty is NOT the same as Wet}.  As she began the task, I heard her cry out,  "DANG CORN!!"  You can imagine the diaper contents.  Exactly at that moment, the baby cried out,  "DANG CORN!!"   Her first complete sentence at an appropriate time.  Occasionally today, you might here one of our family exclaim,  "Dang Corn!" at an appropriate time.   It says it all.

Speaking of language, mom was not shy about her language.  She and my father had several words in their vocabulary - or dictionary.  They were both born in 1910 and lived pretty much in the back woods of Oklahoma.  She = Kaw City (now a lake)  and  He = Temple, Okla.  One of my mom's favorites in the above mentioned dirty diaper area, was when a child had a loose movement, she would proclaim:   "Shizzalin Grits."  You can work on those 2 words if you wish.  It says it all again.  I was somewhere in my 20s before I figured out what she was saying.  Naive is my middle name.

But, this was not what I planned to write about.  We all get lost at times.

----First of all, we have 3 dogs in this house.  One is named Bella.  This morning, Bella shook the house as she began a barking fit that was soon joined by the others.   We are planning to give her the  --    Bella No Peace Prize.   We're hoping she qualifies.

-----Speaking of animals.... I read online that at a certain age (we're there already)  Women begin to collect dogs.  Some get several cats instead.  Cat Ladies, yet.  This is called:   "Many Paws" amongst polite company.

====I heard about a cat in Australia who roams the neighborhood and steals clothes off clotheslines.  He carries them home and embarrasses his parents.  Underwear, one sock, whatever.  You'd think people might be offended.  The owners post photos of the items for retrieval.  It is said that some neighbors are getting mad - why? - because the cat has not stolen anything from them.  Who'd a thought?

-----On Facebook this lady was so excited because she had had a fox come into her backyard.  Took a photo.  She said the fox was looking carefully at her and her little dog.   Yep, the picture was a Coyote.  The lady had been putting out food and water.  Readers jumped in to let her know that the Coyote was looking to eat the little dog {and maybe her}.  I suggested she put out a humane trap.  Then, she could dump it off on the neighboring County Courthouse lawn.  .  .  late at night.   I have a cousin who use to catch squirrels in his back yard.  He would turn them loose on the Courthouse lawn.  He says this is true.  Not in Texas -  Nebraska, I believe.

-----One final thing.  My wife has certain problems.  She is not really secure walking.  Her memory is  not working properly.  The other night, I got up to take care of certain business.  As I walked around the foot of the bed, there she was sitting on the floor.  I asked the obvious, "What are you doing down there?" She explained how she slid off the edge of the bed as she was getting up.  Out bed is really too tall.  I knew better.  I helped her up.  No harm done.  She said I was sleeping so good, she didn't want to wake me.  

The next day - Amazon - I ordered a Step 2 bed thingy.  It is a 3 ft long step with handles that fits securely beside the bed.  Adjustable height.  We found that 3" from the floor was the best.  The Step 2 comes with a motion activated LED light that lights up half the house. This is a good thing. Consider it if you have the same problem.  Hopefully, our problem is solved.  The light is pretty bright.

More later.  I have a list of many subjects including Destination Weddings, the Dull Men's Club website, certain Facebook complaints, DQ, TV, real time police shows on TV, eating lemons, bassoons, HEB store,  Lipton instant diet tea, what's for supper .... ah, the list never ends.

lov ya,  mtz           

Monday, August 4, 2025

63 yrs

 Tomorrow is our anniversary.  My wife & I were married on a Saturday, August 5, 1962.  The wedding was held at the First Baptist Church chapel of Levelland, Texas, with the First Methodist Church preacher doing the officiating.

It was 63 years ago.  We had a honeymoon destination of the Grand Canyon.  Later, I may give details of all of this.  Not tonight.  Too busy watching TV.

Later,

M

Thursday, July 31, 2025

email from 2013 - memory for me

Quick explanation:  My brother Jim died a few years ago.  Lung Cancer.  Smoker for many years; quit about 15 years before he died.  His wife was having major heart problems - eventually, she had a transplant.  She is gone now too.  We all have people who can annoy us.  She had that ability; but, I tried to never let on.  I miss my brother and in conjunction, maybe his wife too.

In the evening Jim & I would play poker online.  It was an app where you played against several other people - no cost  - no investments - no money changed hands - just time consumed.

So I played as Pfl Rag  (Pfl for Pflugerville and Rag for my past experiences)

As we played, he & I would keep a running commentary to each other by messaging.  I don't think anyone ever noticed.  Yes, if one of us got a full  house, the other one usually dropped out.  But, generally, we didn't try to manipulate the game.

It was November 19, 2013, a Tuesday.    We closed out of the poker game one night.  I sent him the following message - to which he replied:

Pfl Rag [11:32 P.M.]:  quick stone - don't leave

"Jim Metze" [11:33 P.M.]:  ok

Pfl Rag [11:33 P.M.]:  cheeeee

Pfl Rag [11:33 P.M.]:  Cops is on tv - I had sound on, wasn't watching closely

Pfl Rag [11:34 P.M.]: 
 they had a car chase - the bad guys hit a pole - the cop jumped out with 

his gun & ran to the car yelling, "Let me see your hands!"

Pfl Rag [11:34 P.M.]:  His siren was still going and going and going.

"Jim Metze" [11:34 P.M.]:  yeah, drives me crazy

Pfl Rag [11:35 P.M.]:  just as I said, "bet there is a jack...."    - Bruno let out a howl in the other room - Bruno can howl with the best of them.  All 5 dogs of mine  joined in - this house was rocking
Pfl Rag [11:35 P.M.]: 
 I ran in and couldn't stop them at all

"Jim Metze" [11:35 P.M.]:  howling at the siren
Pfl Rag [11:35 P.M.]: 
 yes
"Jim Metze" [11:35 P.M.]: 
 mine go crazy when there is a police dog barking

Pfl Rag [11:35 P.M.]: 
 i hit the TV mute on the way in there

Pfl Rag [11:36 P.M.]: 
 i have never had them go that crazy over a tv sound - it was sweet Bruno 

that got them started - I recognize his howl.

Pfl Rag [11:36 P.M.]:  that's it - bet my wife is really awake now

"Jim Metze" [11:36 P.M.]:  never heard dogs barking on tv?

Pfl Rag [11:37 P.M.]: 
 they have - but one of them has to get them going - Bruno was asleep in 

the other room - it must have awaken him rudely

"Jim Metze" [11:37 P.M.]: 
 must have
Pfl Rag [11:38 P.M.]: 
 think i will take them outside for their nightly wetting - 
Pfl Rag [11:38 P.M.]: 
 see ya after choir tomorrow

"Jim Metze" [11:38 P.M.]:  gotta get my wife's dirty dishes -- btw, u are supposed to say u feel sorry for her everyday

"Jim Metze" [11:38 P.M.]:  ok c u tomorrow

Pfl Rag [11:38 P.M.]:  right, night
"Jim Metze" [11:38 P.M.]: 
 gn
Pfl Rag [11:38 P.M.]: 
 n

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That's it.  Y'know when you lose a brother you get emotional about things when you bump into them 15 years later.  Those were pretty good times.
over and out
m   

P.S.  Little sidebar here:   We were living out at the lake near Corsicana in 2013.  I had a 6 ft high,  20 sq ft fence enclosure built outside the garage back door.  The garage door had a doggy door.  When we would leave the house, I'd leave the dogs out there while we were gone...kept them enclosed so to speak.  At dark, I wouldn't let them go out alone - predators like bobcats, etc.   Plus we had snakes.  Lots of snakes.  I tried to keep them from getting in trouble in the dark.  Y'Know, if they saw a rabbit or squirrel or a "whatever,"   KATIE BAR THE DOOR!!!!  They were off into the dark.  My smallest dog, Greta - 10 lbs or so, was a snake killer.  I have a blog on that somewhere.  She didn't care what size the snake was - Kill!!!  So at nighttime, we all went out together to the enclosure for our nightly wetting.  It was a process.

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I close now, Amazon is at the front door.

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No wait again:
A posting from my first ever blog post in 2010.  this is the first paragraph:

several things to report:
#1   Local newspaper has an advertisement from the Corley Funeral Home. Now this place runs an adv. every day in the local paper. Always, they include a photo of a dog from the pound. "Come adopt this dog." Today's dog was named: MORTICIA.
Now, I think that's funny.

Tuesday, July 29, 2025

 THIS IS AN EXPERIMENT.   I posted this on Facebook.  I wanted to see if I could move Facebook stuff to here - apparently I can.  Apologies to those who read this earlier on Facebook.  

I had several responses to the post - many were quite cute and/or informative.  That's it.  See ya.

M

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Well, I just reported a Facebook message - my very first report. It hurt me deeply ( or is that deaply?) to report my fellow man - but, wait, what IF... what IF... It seems he works in a bank in Canada. That's nice that he has found work. One of their clients Samuel Metz has died. His wife Elizabeth had previously died. They have no children or relatives. I believe they call that intestate or it may be intraesrestate. I don't know. Do I look like a lawyer? Anyhow, this Samuel left behind $1,900,000. Oooo Oooo. So this banker has arranged for me - THAT'S MEEEE - to receive most of the money. Only the bank president & this bubba knows about it. I'm so excited. I just have to give them a small finder's fee .... need I explain more? Read my 1st sentence again. I could have been rich. The preceding was a public service message. As a closer let me say: "How's your mom and them?" You may visit my blog. MIKEMETZE.COM I visit there myself on occasion.

Monday, July 21, 2025

My Ratter

We have a garden.  Do you?  It produces typical garden fare.  It is overgrown.  It gets to a point that it seems scary to walk through. Watermelons  and Cantaloupe spring  up all over the garden.  Of course once you see a melon growing - you leave it alone.  Not to rag too much on my daughter, my co-gardener person, if she sees a flower, she thinks BEE.  Let the Bee food alone.  I could continue on this, but shan't.  But, the garden is overgrown.

We have mice / rats / frogs in the garden.  And snakes come to the garden to catch a delicious meal.

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New thought.  I have a wire-hair dachshund.  She is a hunter - many might consider her to be a RATTER.  Twice in the past 2-3 months my little Sadie has brought her rat catch into the house and placed it on her pillow by the front door.  Twice.  She hunts every chance she gets - into the garden wilderness.  Another of our dogs, Anna, caught a rabbit.  That was sad.

Another new thought.  On Amazon I found a rat trap.  You set it.  The mouse/rat enters from the hole on the side & whap!!!  it snaps shut;  dead rat.  Fast and sure.  It made me sad once when a nice frog was whapped!!!  Sad.

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I try to sleep through the entire night.  Try is the word.  As you age, you will discover that you beat a path to the bathroom at night - more than once.  I can remember coming home in college - going to bed at 10 - my father demanded all to be in bed at 10   - I would wake up around noon.  At no time did I wake and beat a path down the hall.  

This is not the case as you age.  You want to locate your bed as close to the bathroom door as you can.  Trust me.

Last night about 4:30 or so, I awoke.  Slowly I rolled outta bed.  Yes, I have a small flashlight that I use to light my way in and out of the sanctuary.  As I stumbled back to bed, I saw that little Sadie was sound asleep on her nighttime cushion beside my side of the bed.  I softly spoke to her and scratched an ear.  My foot hit something hard.  Turning the flashlight downward, there was the rat trap resting securely on the dog bed - itza big bed.  I picked up the trap gingerly; and, I saw that it had been WHAPPED!!!  Peering with the flashlight inside the hole - dead rat - really dead.

The rat had been killed sometime during the night.  Sadie had made a tour of the garden sometime between midnight and 4:30.  When she found the dead rat inside the trap, she carried the trap through the dog door and placed it beside my bed - I suppose as a present for me.  

Thank you, Sadie.