I was raised eating chicken dumplings, my mama rolled her dough out, about a quarter inch thick. Then cut the rolled dough into strips. She broke Pieces off the strips as she dropped them in the pot. Sherry does not like chicken dumplings. I get them if we go to Jackson’s cafeteria in Gastonia when we are home. We both like a good chicken pot pie. That is sorta like chick/dumplings.
What brought this blog up was remembering the conversation between Sherry and a new lady friend from our new area. I over heard what I thought was strange things. She is a single retired woman, She does a lot of traveling alone in her car. She said, “I never stop at interstate rest areas, it is too dangerous. You never know who is hanging around there.” I thought 'doesn’t bother me, but then a single woman is facing the world from a different view point than I.'
She used our rest room in our newly remodeled home. When she returned, she informed Sherry "You should have installed the new higher commodes." (Imma thinking, WHAT? We are pretty happy with them.)
Then the conversation came to looking for a man. She said, “Today to find a good man you must search the internet. I have met one in Virginia. He seems to be a great guy, we are a good match according to ‘Match makers’ (some dating service). I am driving up to meet him this weekend.
Again, my mind says “WHAT? You won’t stop at a rest area that is patrolled at night, but you will arrange a blind date over the net 650 miles away? I have definitely heard of more dangers of meeting over the net, than rest areas.”
Like I said, some folk don't think like me.
To be fair, I know of good matches arranged over the internet. But I have also heard of disasters.