About Searcy's Searcy Arkansas City Limits

I lived in this wooded area near Searcy Country Club. They tore up half my woods to build this thing called The Dominion so it's kinda crowded for us possums and skunks and deer.

My momma told me I could go on the golf course and play but she told me to STAY AWAY FROM THE DUNCAN'S CAT.

Momma said, "DO NOT PEE IN THE CAT'S BED. DO NOT MESS UP THE CAT'S WATER. JUST STAY AWAY FROM THE DUNCAN'S YARD!!!!!"

Did I listen? Well, Nooooo! And now look at me.

So here I am in this stupid cage that that old man put out in his yard. And here's that old lady looking down at me with that funny thing in her hand.

And there's that stupid cat laughing at me.

The old man's too chicken-hearted to kill me. But he'll take me out to the boonies and drop me out and I'll have to make all new friends and possibly face road-kill or bears or really mean people .

I know what I'll do! I'll just roll over and play dead and they will just dump me out right here and then I'll make a run for it!

Come on, flies. Light on me so they'll think I'm dead. I'll keep my eyes open and stop breathing. And next time I'll listen to my momma..................

We could see the signs going up on one end of our building at 1507 E Race St, Searcy Arkansas.

Signs indicated that a US Post Office was being installed.

I rushed to the broker and said, "What's going on down there!"

"We're putting in a post office, contract office."

My reply, "Hallelujah! Is it one of those that you have to pay extra for service?"

"No, it's full service with no extra fees," he assured me. "It is actually going to be taking the place of the one that was so popular at the entrance to River Oaks Subdivision. The lady who ran it retired and had no relatives who wanted to take it over."

EVERYONE IN SEARCY LOVED THAT POST OFFICE BRANCH! She had about a dozen daughters, so it seemed, who helped her run it and we'd drive out of our way to go there and avoid the big main post office. They'd put handmade goodies out for sale, or jewelry, or books or all sorts of little interesting things to make your trip pleasurable.

EVERYONE IN SEARCY THAT I'VE VISITED WITH HATES THE MAIN POST OFFICE BECAUSE THE LINES ARE LONG, THE SERVICE IS GROUCHY AND THE PARKING IS TOO CLOSE AND TOO LITTLE FOR THE TRAFFIC. Parking there could be dangerous to your car's health and the line could be dangerous to your disposition.

So now we can have postal services right in our own back door! I met the workers and they were friendly and willing to be helpful. With the convenience of this new post office, I may have to get back on ebay selling! Mailing the packages would be a breeze!

Congratulations to our new RE/MAX CONTRACT POSTAL UNIT and thanks for bringing it, Boss Joyner!!

My car should have a warning sign on it saying, "This car stops at garage sales and flea markets." It has a mind of its own and will suddenly veer off the selected direction.

Whether the car saw this cow or whether I saw the cow is debateable but it did screech to a stop at this garage sale near my office. It was probably 95 degrees and all the junk was in the sun.

My husband, in addition to being a golfer and a frustrated farmer, is also a "cattle man." You can't buy presents for him because he just goes out and buys what he wants. So sometimes I get him a little gag-gift of a cow. I saw this cow on the table.

When I got to the cow and picked it up it was just a Made-in-China plastic cow with a wood-grained look. I didn't want the cow.

BUT!! This lady came OUT of the house into the hot sun because she was checking her customers. She was hoping she would sell something. SO!! I bought the cow. It cost $2.00 and I didn't even offer less. I decided that she'd worked hard to put that stuff out, I'd made her come out into the sun, and I wasn't going to disappoint her.

Do you do that too? Do you sometimes buy just to help someone? It can't be an all-bad trait but I sure have a lot of junk at my house. Now if the price had been $20 we'd have had a walk-away non-buyer!!!!

A month ago I wrote about my husband's four-tomato-plant garden. Since he is a retired seeming-full-time golfer, that's all he had time to do. I thought he was crazy when he put hair on the tomato plants. And for you not to think I'm crazy, you have to go back and read that blog. It's a continued story.

While rummaging around in the garage I opened a strange bag. The contents? Hair! Ugh!

He has announced that the @@#%!@#$ deer are back at his garden! They've been chewing on his tomato plants again!! We had peace and calm and what he thought was victory for a month. Now he discovers that the vicious deer are no longer afraid of his hair trick.

His barber told him that hair loses its strength in smell and oils after it has been in the rain and weather. Therefore he brought home another batch with potent smells and oils. Another tip was that soap will scare the deer away so now we have a shortage of soap in the house but a lot of it on the four plants.

He has therefore announced that he supposes he could sit out there guarding the tomato plants all night (with his shotgun) and when the deer come to the plants, he'll fire it into the air and scare the living daylights out of them and they won't come back. He wonders what the neighbors would think, however, so I THINK he has discarded this plan.

Geeesh.......... Pictures below show the magnificent garden, nibbled plants and you can take your choice of red hair or gray hair. Blonde may be on the other side and you can also see a bit of soap. Geeessh!

We got "rolled."

We haven't been "rolled" since we had young kids at home and their friends thought that was a fun thing to do.

The "rolled" greeted me as I went to pick up the morning newspaper.

They musta got the houses mixed up because we've just got a new neighbor who shares the mailstand with us. (The doors were banged up on these boxes the day before but they didn't knock over the brick stand.) The kids must be flirting with the teenage girl over there. But there's a sign in the yard saying she's a cheerleader? Can't they see that sign and roll her yard?

Hubby says it must be someone I've angered as a real estate agent ogre. I deny that.

I tell him it must be his nutty golfing buddies who did it. Or the kids he asked to quit popping wheelies in their golf carts on our vacant lot.

The rolling was gentle, just what I picture here so I could clean it up in a jiffy. If someone had really been out to get us, they'd have used more toilet tissue.

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This rolling picture brings up a sore spot between the two seniors who live here.

I couldn't get the spouse to agree to cut down a horrid river birch tree until it had already pushed over the pillar and now it is permanently crooked.

Gotta talk to him about that as soon as he comes in from golfing. Some home inspector someday will probably write it up.