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Show jG4 I Bees WAXING By Mary Bee SILENCE is Golden. Now I know where that phrase came from. It was started by some poor harassed mother in those first few moments after father had gone off to work and the kids off to school the first day after Christmas vacation. There is nothing so wonderful wonder-ful as silence after two solid weeks of bickering, arguing, fighting and complaining. I FOUND a pretty good way to make it through the vacation this year, however. Last Summer Sum-mer whenever they got to fighting fight-ing I'd send one to take a bath. This winter I found an even better method ... I found jobs for them. The girls spent a large part of the holiday washing dirty dishes (we always have a stack of 'em handy) and ironing. Bob spent his time shoveling snow. Bob isn't too happy about the snow shoveling . . it seems to him an endless task. Every time he'd get the path from the gate to the highway shoveled out along would come a snow-plow and fill it back up again. HE SWEARS they are hauling snow in from Echo just to fill up his path. He could be right, there sure is a big pile of snow in front of our gate. Another problem which came with the snow was that of the snow-mobiles. They seem to like to turn around across our driveway. In doing so, they knock the snow-drifts back into the path which was dug for the car. We were discussing this problem and wondering just who would be so inconsiderate as to mess up a driveway with all this open space around here to drive in when Linda came up with some real help. "I know who it was, I saw him," she said proudly. "WHO?" All eyes on Linda. "HE WAS WEARING snowmobile snow-mobile pants and a snowmobile coat and snowmobile boots and a black mask with a little red tassle on topi" Fine. Now all we have to do is watch out for the masked snowmobiler. I've figured out a way for the state and county officials to solve the snowmobile problem. (It's getting very serious and its a wonder more haven't been killed riding on highways). All they have to do is declare open season on snowmobiles. Maybe even offer a bounty for their scalps. I know several people who would be happy to start hunting them. (So now I can expect at least one letter from a disgruntled snowmobiler owner.) Mary Bee |