I Wonder Where the Yellow Went

That subject line undoubtedly is a mystery to many of you – those who are not mature enough to remember the Hamm’s Beer bear, the little Alka-Seltzer plop plop, fizz fizz guy and the old Pepsodent toothpaste commercials that promised you’d “wonder where the yellow went if you brush your teeth with Pepsodent”. I also wonder if the yellow will went if I don’t use Pepsodent, among many other things, some of which I’m about to share.

These things

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20130407-075039.jpg if I’m to have the shade and protection from rain this summer that makes the front deck such a great place to be. I managed to get them off by myself last fall, but have never put them up alone. I wonder, wonder, wonder if I can do it.

20130407-075220.jpg Success! Although it would have been easier had the wind not decided to come out and play with me in the middle of my efforts. We are now ready for that early evening glass of wine!

I wonder why it is that I will always drip tomato sauce or juice from the tomatoes on my sandwich when I am wearing a very light color, but dark colors seem to be safe.

I wonder why “tomorrow” will be a better day to do so many of the things that need to be taken care of. Things I don’t like doing, of course.

I wonder why when I finally stock up on whatever husband’s current favorite snack/drink/food items are, he decides he doesn’t want anymore of them.

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I wonder why cats choose to sleep where they often do.

I wonder why society’s emphasis on perfection seems to be geared more towards women than men. Why must women remain trim and fit and use makeup to cover up imperfections and enhance themselves and men do not? I wonder why it’s not okay just to be what we are.

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I wonder why blackbirds always arrive in a large group, land in a large group, and take off (frequently while eating) in a large group. Only to land a few seconds later, in a large group of course.

I wonder why it’s okay for men to explain how to drive to women, in great detail and with emphasis, but it’s not okay for women to do so when men are driving.

And I do wonder where the yellow went.

About Carol

I'm me - nothing unusual, just me. Widowed, 2 grown children who are my best friends, 1 dog, retired, loving being retired. I am woman, I am strong.
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6 Responses to I Wonder Where the Yellow Went

  1. Heather says:

    So many musings, and no satisfying answers. Though I will say that I think I live in one of the most egalitarian marriages possible. I’m not sure I’d be married otherwise.
    Good luck with your porch shade. If things keep up as they are here, I’m going to have to join you out west if I want to enjoy some outdoor time ๐Ÿ˜‰

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  2. Your porch shade is going to be amazing (if the wind doesn’t come along and fold you up neatly inside it first)! And yes – I’m of an age where I, too, wonder where the yellow went ๐Ÿ™‚

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  3. Joanne says:

    Ah yes Carol, there are so many questions that we will no doubt never find the definitive answers to, but at least now you will have a lovely shady area to sit under outdoors, while you continue to ponder them. (I remember the Pepsodent advert too!) ๐Ÿ™‚

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  4. lisa says:

    I think you need to contemplate these conundrums while sitting under your awning with a nice glass or wine…or beer. I’ll do the same. ๐Ÿ™‚ Fun post to start my week. Hope it’s a good one in your world. xox

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  5. Karma says:

    Maybe the title of your blog should be “Wonderings” of an Elusive Mind, lol!

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  6. VERY good questions, Carol! This is a fine piece of writing. (Love the kitty in the basket!)

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