Monday, December 20, 2021

"The TherMOMeter"

When I was a kid, we were so poor that we couldn't afford a thermometer. When I felt sickly, or, Lol when I was FAKING sickness to try to stay home from school, my mom would feel my forehead with her hand. I look back on those times fondly now, referring to her tiny hands on my forehead as "The TherMOMeter."

For whatever reasons, my mom was not one to hug me or kiss me on the cheek or even pat me on the back when I brought home good grades from school. Maybe that's why the "TherMOMeter" days are such a good memory to me now, and why I'm glad we WERE too poor to afford a real thermometer!!


 

3 comments:

  1. Wow, what a poignant entry Chet. Very neat.

    God bless you Brother, prayers for a wonderful Christmas.

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    2. Likewise to you and yours, Sister!! And Thank You!!

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