Margie and Edna go green

Margie: Edna, I'm getting more confused by the day about these folks talking about going green. Why do they want everything to be green? I don't think that's right.

We have green grass and green trees but I don't want to paint the house green or wear green clothes all the time. Lawsy me, it looks like a government plot of some kind to me. What do you think, Edna?

Edna: I’ll tell you what I think, Margie. I think that what you don’t know could fill a million libraries. Let me try and explain this to you: when people talk about going green, they don’t mean that they want everything to turn green in color, they mean “green” as in planet-friendly. Don’t you watch TV? You can’t even turn on the news these days without hearing someone going on and on about the “green” movement. Maybe if you’d spend less time down in the basement, you’d be more aware of what’s going on in the rest of the world.

Margie: Edna, this is sort of a friendly planet so I don't see that green would make us more friendly. It sounds like an Irish plot to have St. Patrick's Day year round.

I watch TV, Edna, but I hit that quiet button when I hear "green movement." I already need to take salts every day.

Edna: You are trying my patience, old woman! Nobody said anything about wearing green! Good thing, too, it's definitely not your color. Makes you look jaundiced.

You know, we've been going green for years, well before it was fashionable. Our compost heap, fixing what we have instead of buying new, walking places instead of driving. If everyone did things like that, just imagine how much the environment could be improved.

Margie: That's not nice, Edna. I have feelings too.

I guess I see what you're saying. We fix what we have because we can't buy new green stuff and we walk instead of driving because we can't afford gas.

I suppose that makes us friendlier because we talk to more people that way.

Thank you Edna.

Edna: Oh, I give up! I'm not saying anything more, because I'm not feeling particularly "Margie friendly" right now.

Sister's Day

Margie: Edna, look what we missed. It says in the newspaper that the first Sunday in August is Sister's Day. They made a holiday for us. My goodness. How sweet.

I just think we can celebrate any day we want to, don't you? We're not getting any younger.

Edna: Very true, sister. At our age, every day we're still alive and coherent is a holiday.

I like the idea of Sister's Day, it's a nice chance to reflect on one's relationship with one's sister. Maybe have a glass of special tea and work on burying the hatchet. What do you say?

Margie: Oh Edna, I'm all for that but where is that hatchet going to be buried?

Edna: It's a figure of speech, you ninny! My lands, here I am trying to reflect on the beauty that is our sisterly relationship and you go and say something like that.

Just be quiet and drink your special tea.

Margie: Beauty? I'll just keep my sisterly thoughts to myself. I need a straw.

"First Sunday in August

Sister's Day celebrates being or having a sister. That means a lot of us will celebrate this special day.

Sisters are truly special and unique. Sure, we may argue and fight. But, when it comes right down to it, sisters are the best, the very best.

Celebrate Sister's Day by spending time with your sister. Make it a special day in some way for you, and for her."

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Margie and Edna make up

Margie: Edna, I want to come home. I'm scared in this basement. Cousin T went home because he said you'd get that old strop after him if he didn't.

Edna: Oh good Lord, I should have known that's where you'd be hiding. You big sissy, come on upstairs. As for Cousin T, well...he's right to be scared, although I do appreciate the mighty fine workmanship in my new bedroom. Even if I didn't ask for a renovation.

Margie: Edna, I've learned my lesson. No more locking men in this old basement. Well, not unless I'm with them anyway.

Edna: I'd say you've only learned half your lesson, but I suppose beggars can't be choosers. Why don't you come on up and we can set a spell out on the porch and have an elderberry cordial.

Margie: Edna, that's a lovely idea. You won't poison mine, will you?

Edna: Oh, for heaven's sake, you're so paranoid! There's no poison, I promise--I may not always like you but you are my sister. Let's wipe the slate clean and start all over now that I'm back. What do you say?

Margie: Edna, does that mean you'll call Deputy Jimmy & take back what you said? I guess we can start over if you'll quit scaring Cousin T. He means well.

Edna: I know the poor boy means well, it's not his fault that once he gets into the special tea he loses all sense of reason. I'll bake him a cake to apologize for scaring him.

As for Deputy Jimmy, I'll have a talk with him too and see what I can do. But you are officially on warning. No more rifling through my belongings like they were yours anymore, you hear me? I'll not stand for it.

Margie: Edna, you're acting a bit strange. What really happened in Florida with those Biddys? You know I can take care of them if they did something to you.

Okay, Edna, I won't bother your things anymore. You know that special tea just makes me confused.

Edna: I’m going to overlook the fact that you’re saying it’s strange that I’m acting nice. Nothing happened with the Biddys, besides them getting on my nerves, and I thank you for offering to “take care of them” for me.

As for the special tea, well…everything in moderation, just like Mama used to say.

Margie: Edna, we need to be clear. You just don't seem yourself. I think those Biddy's unnerved you more than you're willing to admit. I'd like to shoot those Biddy teeth right out of Itty's head.

Oh honey, I moderate my special tea by the gallon.

Edna: Margie, let's just put it this way: some things happened in Florida that no one would believe, least of all you. I don't know how much more I can say without it affecting the outcome of the criminal trial. Dangit Margie, now I've said too much, are you happy??

Margie: Edna, I shall say no more. When you're ready to talk about it I'll be glad to listen. There are things in life that are best kept to oneself. Wouldn't you agree?

Edna: I surely do agree, and I’m glad you see it that way. Now, let’s go have that elderberry cordial and you can help me decide what kind of cake to bake for Cousin T.

Work Like a Dog Day

Margie: Edna, I'm really proud of the work ethic our parents instilled in us. Both of them believed in hard work although they weren't work-a-holics.

In all my years working as a librarian I worked like a dog too. Edna, how hard does a dog work? Most dogs I know lay around all day.

Edna: I do not know how that figure of speech got started, because you're surely right about dogs and their work habits. Sometimes I think they have the right idea.

Mama and Daddy would have been proud if they could see how hard we still work today, even though we don't have jobs anymore. It takes a lot of work just to keep this old homestead going, even with Cousin T helping us out occasionally. I think I work harder now than I ever did when I was the receptionist at the Salt Mine, and I worked 12-hour days back then.

Margie: You're surely right, Edna. Being a librarian was more work than anybody could imagine. Do you know what hard work it was to find a private place so I could read all the new books before they got checked out?

Exactly what kind of work do you do around here now, Edna? I can't recall seeing that.

Edna: Don't start on me, old woman, you're not going to ruin yet another blog post with your snippy remarks. You know good and well that I do all the work that you neglect while you're holed up down there in the basement. You're working like a dog on something down there, but I think you're working at being up to no good.

Margie: Sister, what I'm up to in the basement is all good. My lips are sealed.

Margie and Edna get an award!

We were recently honored to receive an award from a very sweet blogger, Maitri at Magic and Moments Dragonfly Cottage. She is a lovely person, and obviously we’ve fooled her into believing that we are lovely people as well.

Thank you so much, Maitri, for:

The Brillante Weblog Premio-2008 Award

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5. Leave a message for your nominee on their blog.

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Margie and Edna: The Reunion

Margie: Edna, do not try to find me. I am in hiding. I know you're in a foul mood because of the Biddys but you aren't going to take it out on me.

Didn't I tell you not to go? Your old head is hard as a rock. I'm not putting up with any foolishness so you better calm down or pick up your bags and move.

You old hussy.

Edna: Don't you start with me, old woman, I'm in no mood for your nonsense. And if I'm crabby, it has nothing to do with the Biddys--it's because of all the stories I'm hearing about how you behaved while I was gone. Shameful, just shameful! And to drag poor Cousin T into your shenanigans, you ought to be hanging your head for corrupting a fine young man like that.

Don't you worry, I won't be trying to find you any time soon.

Margie: You're just mad because I went out with Pierre in his Roller Royce car. The mailman said he likes me best too. He even gave me a compliment on your pretty dress that I borrowed.

Edna: Margie, I could care less about "Pierre," if that is indeed his real name. I heard all about your exploits with him, and all I will say about that is if he's French, I'll eat my hat. And would you just listen to yourself? The only way you got my beau was to go out with him wearing my dress. Doesn't that tell you something?

How many times do I have to tell you to keep your hands off my belongings? I already filed a police report with Deputy Jimmy down at the station about what you did to my bedroom, so if you know what's good for you, you'll stay away for a long time. There's a warrant out for you, you harpy, so you'd better run far and fast.

Margie: Edna, you're a sour grape! Pierre is his name and all I know is that your clothes look better on me. My figure puts yours to shame.

I'm glad Deputy Jimmy is coming because I have something for him. Do you understand somebody hacked into your hard drive? That's what Mr. Hawkins called it. Anyway, I won't be in jail because of those pictures. You'd better think this over, you washed up biddy.

Edna: Oh, I see how it is. When I wanted to use the computer, you said it was yours and that Mr. Hawkins just gave it to you to use. But as soon as trouble comes a-callin' it's my computer? Well, you listen up and listen good: I'm not going to the pokey just because you couldn't stay away from those beefcake pictures. You're on your own, sister.

Margie: Edna, hear this! Kiss my grits!