When I was in high school girls were required to take a class called Home Economics - Home Ec for short. Little good it did me.
While the teacher was talking about how to fill a measuring cup, I was praying one day I'd fill out a B cup. While she yapped on and on about not wasting ingredients, I was wasting time thinking about how to get Billy, who was across the campus in Woodshop, to notice me. I say "wasting" because it never happened.
While she showed us how to stitch a hem using a sewing machine, I stitched together sentences in my head, making up stories.
I'm sure you get the picture.
The class had very little to do with my ambitions at the time and also very little to do with economics. Which by the way would have been useful in later life. Far too many kids graduate high school with absolutely no knowledge about balancing a check book.
Anyways, today girls aren't forced to take Home Ec and if you mention the class they look at you with this dazed expression. Did you mean Home Page? Because, of course, "home" (besides being where one lives) is the term for the page you land on when you boot up your computer.
You could have a search engine such as Yahoo, Google or your place of business as your home page. On social media sites your home page shows your profile and tells the cyber world all about you. (Dangerous, at times. So be careful what you post.)
Just the other day, my eleven-year-old granddaughter showed me her homepage on Instagram. Even the youngest of us are now socializing online.
Well, I may have slept through most of Home Ec, but while I was dreaming some of my teacher's words must have seeped into my brain. Because a few months ago while my granddaughter and I lined the shelves in my daughter's new house, I heard that teacher saying, "today's leftovers are tomorrow's main course."
So as I cut the fabric to fit the drawer, I saved the leftover pieces, stacking them in a neat pile. And then sure enough, my granddaughter realized they fit perfectly into the odd shaped spaces.
My granddaughter may not be forced to take Home Economics, but one day she can Post on her Homepage that her grandmother taught her how to line a kitchen shelf.
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Janie Emaus believes that when the world is falling apart, we're just one laugh away from putting it together again. She writes about how life is NOW compared to THEN, with her special blend of funny and sweet. She is the author of the time travel romance, Before the After, and the young adult novel, Mercury in Retro Love. And she has an essay in the Best Selling humor anthology, You Have Lipstick On Your Teeth. She is a staff writer at In The Powder Roomand blogs frequently for The Huffington Post. She is proud to be named a 2013 BlogHer Voice of the Year. To learn more about Janie visit her blog www.theboomerrants.com and her website www.JanieEmaus.com.