puis·​sant

(PWIS-ənt)

“I got you a wittle pwesent, you wascally wabbit.”

Seconds later, Elmer Fudd explodes into bits by a powerful stick of dynamite.

Scene – from every Bugs Bunny episode.


“You know what’s driving *me* crazy? You, not getting the ball in the hole.” ~ Bob Barker, Happy Gilmore


Thoughts, Tuesday, December 13th, 2022

Bob Barker turned 99 yesterday, Dec. 12, 2022

Squeegee…

After showering, I squeegee. I look forward to it like I’m at the Big Wheel on The Price Is Right. It’s the Showcase Showdown every day in my shower, and one of these days, I’m going to get picked.

When it’s my turn to play – to squeegee – instead of the coveted $1.00 landing mark on the wheel, my goal is to squeeze all the water off the wall.

I hear Bob Barker cheering and egging me on, “Get that hair as well, girl. Put some elbow grease into it.”

Then I laugh and say, “I’m not greasy. I just showered. Lol, Bob.”

My Grandma Mendes LOVED Bob Barker. I used to stay with my grandparents for the summers. I ran around outside in the 110-degree Pennsylvania summer heat, chasing my brothers with sticks and running from them when they found a bug. Then I’d overheat, and everything would look wavy to me. I remember those scorching, sweltering days like they were yesterday…

There’s nothing like PA summers… in the middle of a massive yard, frolicking in the sticky grass, baking in the sun playing with plastic toys, having fun, oblivious to the heat, and then – out of nowhere – the sun slaps me across the face. It’s like one minute, I could run, skip, and antagonize my brothers for what felt like forever, then the next minute – without warning – I was transported to Mercury.

Suddenly the house seemed 300 yards away, and wild animals came swooping in with claws, along with hordes of bees swarming… they all looked like they were staring at me with raised eyebrows and protruding teeth, buzzing by me one ear at a time, spinning me in circles, just trying to get me to swat them. Laughter was heard, but unsure where from… everything looked strange, I’d have to pee, and a deep thirst would set in.

You know, PA summertime…

At that point in the day, in the middle of a field of heat, I’d plant one more wet willy on my brother, Keith, for good measure, then run as I might inside to the bathroom, then a cold one, a popsicle. I’d devour the popsicle while standing against the refrigerator, like the dramatic scenes in movies when the person has just dealt with too much – they swirl, lean, then slowly slide down the wall. I’d usually stay standing staring out the window, making sure Keith wasn’t coming in – on guard.

Then, I’d grab a second popsicle, head to the living room, and lay next to my grandma on the couch. We watched The Price Is Right while she tickled my arm until I passed out. I would awake somewhere in the middle of a dramatic General Hospital episode, but I would quickly get up to speed and even predict the outcomes at the ripe age of 5. I loved watching grandma get into her ‘stories.’ Until one day, when my parents found out I was watching these with her, we had to continue watching them and lie about it.

Squeegee…

So when I squeegee, it’s not just me in there, against the mold… Bob Barker’s in there too, which makes me think of my grandma, and then we’re all in there… carrying on.


“Be soft. Do not let the world make you hard. Do not let the pain make you hate. Do not let the bitterness steal your sweetness. Take pride that even though the rest of the world may disagree, you still believe it to be a beautiful place.” ~ Iain S. Thomas


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  1. Really enjoyed your post today Kim:-) I too spent many wonderful, hot summers in PA as a child…I loved your descriptions!

    Also great quotes:-)

    Looking forward to seeing you Saturday. Enjoy your week…Cheers for now. Hannah

    Sent from my iPhone

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