Wednesday, November 19, 2025

Tough times...

 November 19, 2025


My mother was born between the Two Great Wars, in May of 1919. She was a girl of ten in 1929. Being a child of a that era, by the age of ten she knew how to work around the house, how to do some of the day-to-day jobs of living. Cooking and cleaning, and the mending and making of clothing would have been her afterschool lessons and activities. As a Canadian-born child of European born immigrant parents, and a child of the last century, she would have been expected to do “women’s work” and then eventually marry and become a wife.

But my mother also, with the full blessing of her parents, as a young woman of eighteen went away to the next city to attend nursing school. She became a registered nurse, and in fact met her future husband (my father) at the hospital where she trained at. He was a doorman there.

The lessons of living through a world-wide depression, which was then followed by the austerity years of the Second World War, ensured that her ways when it came to cooking and shopping were frugal indeed.

You can imagine that such a woman would raise her daughter to be frugal as well. She had three absolute rules when it came to grocery shopping and cooking. First, make a meal plan for the period of time for which you’re shopping, and based on the available funds. Second, make a list of the items you need to purchase, based on the available funds. And third, never shop on an empty stomach.

As an aside: that last is the most important rule of all. You need only break it once to find out just how important a rule it is.

I lived by those rules too, and for the most part, I still do. They have served me well. We weren’t raising our children during a depression or a global war, but we had three of them, and somewhat spare means. We got through it all, and I have always believed that if one can successfully navigate tough economic times, one will never truly be frantic during such times again.

Our dollars have shrunk, our expenses have grown, and we here in the Ashbury household have tightened our belts accordingly.

I still know how to stretch a grocery dollar. I have no qualms dropping “luxuries” from our shopping list. Chips, desserts, and other little extras are nice, but not necessary. It is important to treat oneself, but this can be done simply and frugally when necessary. The secret is to plan for it all.

There are three adults to feed in this house, and we manage to keep sufficient stock on hand, because I never really strayed from my core practices. If I see a cut of meat on sale, i.e., 25% off, I buy it and freeze it as soon as I get home. We now have a vacuum sealer, and what a money saving device that is!

Sale items are only sale items if they are items that you would normally buy.

Reducing portions in recipes that call for meat is another trick easily done. Instead of spaghetti and meatballs, one can have spaghetti and meat sauce. To make enough meatballs for three, for example, one might need a pound of hamburger. Spaghetti with meat added to your sauce, instead? A third of a pound of meat is plenty. Making beef stew? Use a half pound instead of a pound and add extra veggies. Not only money saving, but healthier!

When making scrambled eggs for yourself, instead of two eggs, use one with a bit of milk mixed in. Growing up, we used evaporated milk in our coffee as it was far less dear than using real cream for that, and the evap did well in the eggs, too.

If you have access to the internet there are a lot of places there to find hints and tips and hacks that will save you money. You need only to look and then apply.

There is one more thing that my parents had to their credit that helped them weather the tough and sometimes uncertain financial times, and it is probably the most important asset of all.

They had a can-do attitude. They believed that if they worked hard enough and smart enough, that there was nothing at all on God’s green earth they could not accomplish. And that, my friends, is my most important tip to you as well.

Too many people these days seem to be allergic to hard work. Just because something is hard to accomplish is no reason to quit. Nothing good comes easy, and not much in this life is free, or guaranteed.

Make a plan. Learn to adapt when necessary. And expect to have to try and try again until success is yours. There are benefits to accomplishing something against all odds, and those benefits cannot be purchased for any amount of money.

 

Love,

Morgan

http://www.morganashbury.com

http://www.bookstrand.com/morgan-ashbury


Wednesday, November 12, 2025

Snow and asphalt...

 November 12, 2025


Was I at all surprised to awaken this past Sunday morning to find a lot of white stuff in the back yard and clinging to the cedar trees? No, I most certainly was not. Was I happy about it?

No, I most certainly was not.

Two days before, on Friday, the road construction crew had begun to lay the asphalt. Having lived in this town for many years now, I can tell you that they appear to have what one might call an asphalt protocol. They lay a coat of asphalt on the newly prepared roadway, and it’s definitely an improvement over the dirt and gravel soup that had been there for the last few months.

And then, come the next spring, they will lay a new layer of asphalt over the one that weathered through winter, and that coat will be pretty and smooth, and maybe even all painted with lines and such. Now the more curious among you might ask, “Morgan, are you sure that’s a protocol and not just perennial poor timing?”

No, I am not sure, not one bit. But I don’t waste time thinking about it overmuch. I just figure that there are some questions one encounters in life to which the answer is simply unknowable by us mere humans.

 While I wasn’t unhappy with the arrival of the cold weather a couple weeks back, seeing nearly six inches of snow on the ground by the end of Sunday was another matter entirely. The asphalt is down, as I said, and the road is drivable. However, the road crew had a small “oops” and so the project manager informed us, just last Thursday, that they would fix that “oops” before the snow flies.

He seemed a fairly smart fellow and I don’t think I will bother to point out to him that the snow did indeed fly before that “minor” fix could be accomplished.

The problem? The project manager had informed the crew to install a drop curb in front of my walkway (as they do for driveways), so that I would have access to the street, and this they did not do.

I can’t decide if it’s just unfortunate or if it’s punishment for that crew, that when the new curb was examined they discovered that it had been laid more than little off, and so they are now going to have to not just cut out the curb in front of my walkway, but from the walkway to the corner—where that curb curls around the corner all wrong and crooked-like.

My husband is very unhappy about the situation. He’s become a bit more of a crabby Appleton these last several months. I completely understand. There’s something about making the change from being an able-bodied member of society to one who can’t do much of anything at all that is certain to sour anyone’s disposition.

Maybe my attitude toward this minor hiccup is different because of my having had to live with adjusting beyond the “able bodied” category for a few decades, now. I look at the situation, and I understand that the curb must be fixed, period.

I also know I’ve done my part. I attended the public meeting back in March and I met the project manager at that time. I was concerned when I learned that when the road was done, there would only be one sidewalk – and it wouldn’t be on our side of the street. I explained to him that I was disabled and concerned that I wouldn’t be able to safely step over the curb to the street. The gentleman was very kind and said that if I would send him photos of my walkway as it was at the time, then he would ensure that I would have access. In May we learned that the project would begin mid-to-end of July. Mid July, I sent the gentleman an email, with the pictures I had taken as an attachment.

He responded to my email, thanking me for sending what he had requested, and told me that once the work was underway, he would meet with me and show me what they had in mind.

When I saw the curb had been laid, and there was no “drop curb”, I contacted his office. The manager was unavailable, but I spoke with the department’s engineer. She acknowledged that they were aware that there had been a failure of communication, and the situation would be resolved.

Then last week, I saw the manager and the engineer outside my office window, looking at that failure in real time, and I made my way outside. He then told me that as well as putting in my drop curb, an entire chunk of the curb had to be replaced as it was off spec. He said that it would be done at the soonest possible moment. And yes, he said “before the snow flies”, and now we have snow.

As far as I am concerned, I’ve done almost all of my part. It only remains for me to be patient and let them do theirs.

 

Love,

Morgan

http://www.morganashbury.com

http://www.bookstrand.com/morgan-ashbury

 


Wednesday, November 5, 2025

The state of the noodle...

 November 5, 2025


I play Wordle every day—the one that is offered by the New York Times. I began to play it a few years ago. I can’t tell you how many years ago that was, but let’s just say I came in a little late to the game. I had put off playing when I first heard about it because, although I am a published author, I really didn’t feel that my vocabulary was good enough. It is, of course, better than some. But not nearly what I would consider top tier.

That said, I am a thinking woman. And as a thinking woman, and after playing for some time, I thought, well, let’s just see what we’re actually doing, here. I wondered if Wordle would repeat words. I asked, and the answer was (and is) not as yet. Eventually they will because there are only so many five letter words in American English. The current estimate is that repetition will begin around 2027. I had, by the way, begun keeping track on one of my spreadsheets of each day’s Wordle word – but I began that practice about a year after I began to play.

I also noticed that while there are some plurals acceptable, after inquiring, I discovered that currently, they will not use obvious plurals for three- and four-letter words. Which is to say, no five letter words that end in “s” or “es.”

Then I thought about my perceptions as to the state of my vocabulary. And I asked myself what do I do when I’m writing and I need a word I can’t think of? Where do I go to look? Pre-internet the answer was either a thesaurus or a dictionary. These days? I simply ask an online search engine.

But this time, rather than searching for a single word, I instead searched for how to find a word. I discovered several sites that are designed to find specific words for you: and your search parameters include the length of the word (Wordle has 5) and letters it must have, and letters that are “forbidden”.

And that, my friends, is how I Wordle. I’m also anal, so that means I begin with the same two words every single day…unless my first word renders me at least 3 letters in the right spot—or if, say, more than three of my letters were signified as eligible but not in the right spot. And I don’t mind sharing; my first two words are “adieu” and “storm”.

Now, I have had some glitches in that when I first began to play, I just played. I didn’t have an account, didn’t have to sign in, but guess what? I could only play on my PC! So if I was away but had my laptop, I couldn’t play. And then I got a new computer, and all of my stats went away. That happened twice, and after the second time, which was when I got this computer I now have, I smartened up and got an actual account. It doesn’t cost much, and I consider it money well spent, because however I come to the Wordle word of the day, I must use my noodle to do so.

At this point in my life more than ever, I put great stock in having a working noodle.

To me, that’s the whole point of the game. You don’t necessarily have to have a vast vocabulary to play Wordle, you just need a working brain. As with any challenge we humans face, we need to be able to adapt our thinking and figure out ways to accomplish the goal at hand.

My goal is doing what I can to keep this brain of mine working. I’m not interested in beating anyone in Wordle. In fact, when I get the word in three or fewer tries, I consider it P.S.L. (hint: the first word is pure, and the last word is luck).

The other thing I do daily is I play an acrostic puzzle or two. An acrostic is a combination of a crossword puzzle and a cryptogram. It has two parts, the crossword grid, in which each square has a number and a letter, and when complete will be filled, not with intersecting words, but with a quote. The second part is the list of “clues” in which each letter of the clue’s answer has a number beneath it. And rather than the clues being numbered or listed as “across” and “down” they are assigned a letter of the alphabet. So, you have clues A, B, C, etc. and the grid above them within which, as you proceed, words will begin to form. Your progress accelerates when you work back and forth, filling in words in the grid, and seeing letters appear in the clues. I like the online versions of these games I used to play in puzzle books, because when you place a letter in a clue, it appears in the grid—and vice versa. And as an added “clue” beneath the grid there often will be a “key” to the quote– either the author’s name, title of the work, or both.

There are free acrostic puzzles online that you can use. You can also choose the “premium” edition of a game site and have no ads on your screen. But I’m frugal, and I consider the ability to “not see” ads on my computer screen as I work to be a great skill to hone.

There’s a popular saying, that you’re only as old as you feel. Now, I could argue that in one way, I am very old, if the state of my body is to be the measure. However, there is nothing beyond what I already do from day to day that can mitigate my physical circumstances. Instead, I have chosen as my yardstick to measure how old I feel, my ability to use this noodle of mine.

Today I can report that while I will search for a word here or there, and forget a name, for the most part there is nothing wrong with my reasoning processes.

Change is going to happen because that is how life is. I can accept what comes next as long as I feel I’m doing my part to keep my mind active.

I hope y’all feel the same way, yourselves.

 

Love,

Morgan

http://www.morganashbury.com

http://www.bookstrand.com/morgan-ashbury