Bettie Urbina

This has been a busy week, ending with the big birthday celebration of Bette Jo Valdez on Saturday, followed by Palm Sunday. I didn’t make it to Bette Jo’s party, and I’m really sorry for that. She and Carlos are two of our most cherished friends, but there are always appointments.

Getting ready for Easter just takes a few little things like getting my nails done and letting Sharon give me a perm and tint. Vern Lawson should try that but I’ll bet he won’t.

We Christians must always remember to recognize Hannukah. Why? Because it is the Jewish holiday that they celebrate. They honor us by taking over and working for those of us with jobs who want to celebrate our own holidays. That’s what religions should be about: respect and exchange of kindnesses.

This Friday is Good Friday, and I get goose bumps knowing that there will be a full moon. Some of us may even be able to see that black hole. What a thrill!


Off that subject is a suggestion for a spring outing if you are going to take a road trip for Easter.

On several occasions I have had the pleasure of visiting some of the Old West abandoned towns around the Valley, such as Ransburg. Those towns always make me want to have one of my own. I especially love the old saloons. I have visions of being able to entice people like John Wayne and Clint Eastwood. Wayne is gone of course, but I might still be able to lure Clint at least. I can call him Clint because I’m even older than he is.

Well, I read the other day that there is now an entire town of that sort up for sale in Story, Indiana, for only $3.8 million. All I have to do is win one of the big lotteries. Don’t laugh. I have as good a chance as anyone, don’t I?


You can tell I read a lot, and the newspaper is my first read of the day. Breakfast isn’t breakfast without my newspaper. If it isn’t chocolate it isn’t breakfast either. In my newspaper everyday there’s a lot to talk about. For example I read that Martha Stewart is going to partner with cannabis companies. That means one simple thing to me: she loses all my business, including her magazine. I won’t buy any product she puts out there. I want to know what I’m eating and I don’t want someone who is supposed to be an expert on healthy food to try to brainwash me with a little cannabis in her choices.


Last but not least: The Census Bureau needs to study how to write a letter to get citizens to willingly help with canvassing to take the Census.

When I got my first letter and questionnaire, it notified me that I was to fill it out and prepare to go out to canvass the town. Failure to do so was a federal offense. I read that and had an immediate answer for it: “I’m 93 years old, walk only a short distance and that’s with a walker. I’m not doing it, so come and take me in.” Then I ignored it.

They sent me two more questionnaires in the mail, same threat, and Carlos insisted that I had to fill it out, so I finally filled out as much of it as I could and he did his share, then we mailed it back. I guess that satisfied their federal offense threat.


My stay in the hospital got me back in shape more or less, and my son and daughter-in-law left to fly back to their home in Ohio. They caught bad cases of the flu on the plane and Dan wound up in the hospital with sky-high blood pressure. I didn’t even recognize Syndic’s voice when she called she was so sick. Both are back on the mend again, now but that just goes to show you how one thing leads to another.

That’s it for this time, except to say, “This pretending to be normal day after day is really exhausting, but it’s all I know how to do and it makes me feel better no matter how I look at it.”

Of course I always have a few laughable items to pass on to you:

A second-grader came home from school and said to her grandmother, “Grandma guess what? We learned how to make babies today.” The grandmother, more than a little surprised, tried to keep her cool. “That’s interesting” she said. “How do you make babies?” “Its simple,” replied the girl. “You just change the ‘y’ to ‘i’ and add ‘es’.”

I’ll be back next Tuesday. Don’t forget.

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