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The Boring Word About... is an editorial column created and written by editor Georgia Boring and advertising manager Charlene Word in the 1980s. The Boring Word About... makes an occasional reappearance in current issues and can have any member of the family as an author. Each week on Friday, we offer one of these historic columns for your enjoyment.


May 21, 1986

This is Sam’s time of year. Sam is our orange and white feline whose resemblance to the picture on the Purina Cat Chow box is uncanny.

Sam was three years old when we answered an ad in the classifieds for a neutered, declawed cat. That was six years ago.

Since then he has claimed my Great Aunt Mary’s cane rocking chair and from that vantage point watches his world revolve.

In winter he sometimes will seek out a heater or curl up in front of the refrigerator vent - moving only if he finds his tail under someone’s shoe or if the puppy gets too playful.

His disposition, to say the least, is docile. He adjusts to company easily - always picks out the lap of the person who dislikes cats the most - shows interest in family activities only at Christmas when he eats the tinsel off the tree, and never complains when bonnets are placed on his head and he is pushed around the house in a doll carriage.

However, come spring this sleepy house cat thinks he is the cat’s meow. At least one eye is always open waiting for a chance to dart out an open door and chase every butterfly and bird in the yard.
Even if he catches a chipmunk he puts it down so the chase can continue. For at least four months out the year we feel as if we are in the midst of a Tom and Jerry movie.

This usually easy to apprehend animal suddenly can evade everyone’s grasp and only will return to the house at the sound of his food being rattled in the box. He seems to always be creeping out from under a bush, dashing into the woods or sniffing every new flower that blooms.

A few years ago a friend gave me a book titled “How to Live With A Calculating Cat.” The conclusion is what I’ve know all along - Just endure and enjoy. We will never own a cat, he will always own us.


Starting Over

April 9, 1986

We’ve just entered into a new phase of our marriage which no one had warned me about. I was ready for the changes a baby brings to your marriage, for the trauma when the last of the children go off to school, I’ve through about the empty nest syndrome and considered life after retirement. But I was not prepared when we had to start shopping for appliances again.

Like most newly marrieds we saved our money and then in one year, just before our first baby arrived, we bought: a washer, dryer, refrigerator, dishwasher, freezer and stove. Since that year I’ve thought very little about my appliances and I certainly didn’t spend my time reading the ads and pricing new items.
So when the refrigerator died last year, followed by the washer and dryer this year I was not ready for the experience of buying new ones. I headed out to the stores remembering the excitement of those first purchases. But somehow it was just not the same. For one thing my husband was conveniently busy so it was our teenage son who went along to measure the sizes and check out the connections.

While he became enthralled with all the latest innovations I was appalled at the price tags. At no time had I even dreamed that a washer-dryer combination could cost $1500! Granted some models do cost less. But drop the price by very much and you may come home with a washboard.

Refrigerators come in so many different models and sizes that I couldn’t keep them straight. To think I just wanted to keep the ice cubes frozen!

And everything has a digital clock. I estimate that with a microwave, a stove, refrigerator (yes, they not only have clocks but will also tell you the temperature of the inside of the refrigerator and the kitchen), and washer/dryer combo in your kitchen you could have a clock in view at all times. With all the electronic controls, LEDs and push buttons the modern kitchen is beginning to look like the flight deck of a space ship. I know one thing, if I’m going to take off for a flight into space (or anywhere else for that matter) I have no intention of taking my appliances with me.

Since we put the washer and dryer in last week I have been eying my other appliances warily. It only stands to reason that if we purchased them all at the same time they are going to fall apart at the same time. I have even begun reading the ads for dishwashers and stoves. But before I take the plunge again I may consider the alternative eating all our meals out.