September 25, 2020
One of my favorite New Yorker cartoons; a retired Floridian couple standing waist deep in the steaming fires of Hell. The woman, hugging herself, says “I knew I should have brought a sweater.”
September 18, 2020
My Mysterious Garage
To add to the adventures in the garage (which include the monkey in diapers dead on the banana seat and the man who tried to kill himself with carbon monoxide poisoning) (I’m not making this up) I can add the mystery of the lawn/leaf bag. I went out this morning to find the contents of the paper lawn/leaf bag strewn around the garage floor and the bag itself GONE! Stolen? A bag worth about $1.50? Dragged away by a wild animal but nowhere in sight?
And is it connected to the complete loss of electrical power in the garage only? Life is too mysterious.
Mystery partially solved by electrician who reports that the fuse box breaker switch has been pulled down and off. Raccy the raccoon? You Devil!
September 11, 2020
Just when you think it can’t get any worse – the lying, the name calling, denigrating fallen veterans, the diversions, the golfing – out comes Bob Woodward’s book and the direct quote from the man himself that he deliberately down played the severity of the colvid 19 virus. In fact, he totally misled us all into thinking it was just like the flu and there was no need for precaution. How many deaths could have been prevented if he had just told the truth?
September 4, 2020
Well, fine. Never mind there’s a catastrophe sitting in the White House, a pandemic is decimating our population, Black men are being shot at an alarming rate and two hurricanes are making landfall in the South. I have to have an encounter in my bedroom in the middle of the night with a BAT!
I woke up with a vague unsettled feeling and sure enough, a black shadow passed over my head. Never mind, I think, and go back to sleep. Not. Suddenly a whoosh of cool air hits my face and I hear the flippa flippa of wings. What? So I get up, turn on the light, and sure enough something is flying around my bedroom. And it’s not little. When I’m fully awake, I realize it’s probably a bat, since this has happened to me before, many years ago, but in the daylight. So I grab the only available weapon, a yardstick, and shoo the thing into the next room where it roosts in the overhead light. I open the window, shut the door tightly and triumphantly go back to bed. Not 5 minutes later, flippa flippa flippa, it’s back. This time I open my window wide, stand by the door with my yardstick, and keep batting away (sorry) until finally it finds the window and leaves.
It turns out late August is prime time for bats to get into your house, as they are young still and not too bright. They can squeeze into a space ¼” wide. So I’m hoping that’s the end of it. But I’m sleeping with the yardstick under my bed just in case.
August 28, 2020
Keep It Short!
So here’s the short version of the short evolution. First came Bermuda shorts. Nice modest cut above the knee. Then shorts. Then the skort. And now so short that they can’t get any shorter. Or can they? I’m sorry to have to predict that next to come will be . . . wait for it . . . the THONG! OMG. Say it isn’t so.
August 21, 2020
Sometimes We All Need a Good Laugh
A ventriloquist is performing with his dummy on his lap. He’s telling a dumb blonde joke when a young platinum haired beauty jumps to her feet. “What gives you the right to stereotype blondes that way?” she demands indignantly. “ What does hair color have to do with my worth as a human being?”
Flustered, the ventriloquist begins to stammer an apology.
“You keep out of this” she yells. “I’m talking to that little jerk on your knee.”
August 14, 2020
Abolish the Tic
I’ve been quietly fulminating to myself for several weeks now every time I hear someone say “Democrat party” or “Democrat city.” “ Democrat TIC “ I would yell to no one and try to explain the difference between a noun and an adjective and secretly curse the schools for not teaching old fashioned grammar. But luckily I consulted Google before I went public with my annoyance, and it turns out it is correct to use Democrat as an adjective. It is a common grammatical use, like “shoe store” or “face mask” or “city sidewalk.” So I and other purists will continue to say “Democratic party” and “Democratic governor” but I’ll stop yelling.
August 7, 2020
Out Of This World
Today I watched two astronauts splash down into the Gulf of Mexico after months in space and indeed it was quite thrilling. At the same time I thought “How is IQ45 going to make this to be HIS triumph, how will he take credit for this achievement? “ And then I find out the program was started under Obama! No wonder NotMyPresident never mentioned it as tremendous or fantastic and actually spent the day on the golf course! Bwahahahaha.
July 31, 2020
Sunday, Monday . . .
For retirees, teachers on summer break, the unemployed, the quarantined, the stay at home Moms whose kids have been out of school since March, here’s a list of the days of the week (thanks to Jay Martel in The New Yorker); Someday, Noneday, Whoseday?, Whensday?, Blursday, Whyday?, Doesn’t matterday. Hahaha.
July 24, 2020
Big, happy news for a change! The cardinal takes a bath! Stop thinking about a Catholic church cleric undressing and stepping into a medieval stone tub of water. Au contraire, It’s a red bird, the official bird of Ohio, splashing happily in my freshly filled bird bath. Nice!
July 17, 2020
All In the Family
According to Jonathan Mack, the author of STRANGER AMONG SAINTS, a book about Stephen Hopkins,”” the man who came over on the Mayflower, survived Jamestown and saved Plymouth,” there are hundreds of thousands of descendants among which I am one, duly authorized thanks to the assiduous research by Linda. Even more astonishing, included in our little family are Dan Quayle, Norman Rockwell, Tennessee Williams Richard Gere and O . . . . M . . . G . . . Sarah Palin.
July 10, 2020
What, Me Worried?
I’m “elderly”, still upright although somewhat unsteady and holding on to hand rails and people. My eyesight is dimming, I'm capable of reading but not seeing in the distance the way I used to. I drive, I drink and I just bought a new chain saw. So what can possibly go wrong??
July 3, 2020
Everything is at sexes and sevens (an idiom from the 1300’s referring to a dice game). Complete disarray. Confusion rules. The June bugs are just beginning to appear. Hello! It’s July! And for the first time in 47 years, I’ll have no one at the high school in the fall. No grandchild, no child, not me. Ooh, this will be odd. Will I care if there’s a snow day?
The Not My President is truly psychotic and the Democratic replacement is really too old. Mandy is teaching first grade remotely and reports that it’s virtually impossible. The kids crawl under the table or just walk away for a while.
The only things I can really count on is my Beefeater martini and Rachel Maddow.
Oh well. If we are still here after being at sixes and sevens since 1300, I guess we can make it to November. Vote Blue!
June 26, 2020
Really Sad Times
In my left hand I hold the latest TIME magazine that is filled with pictures of funerals, hospital workers in PPE, families devastated by deaths and illness, while with my right hand I turn on the TV and listen to Donald Trump, leader of this country, whipping a crowd of young people into a frenzy of hate and division. Mostly white, without masks, no social distancing and crammed into a Christian church (God is Love, remember?), no less. Words fail me.
June 19, 2020
According to The New Yorker, Iceland, with a population the size of Denver, has successfully beaten the coronavirus by instant contact tracing and with no mention of masks. They recognized the danger early in January and simply followed every case with a phone call or follow-up visit. Their death rate is far below ours. They are finally allowing visitors into the country but with heavy restrictions. Meanwhile the governor of Massachusetts signed an executive order requiring everyone to wear a mask when entering a store, taking a cab, or using public transit on penalty of a hefty fine. Just sayin.
June 12, 2020
Uh . . . Uh . . .I don’t get it.
Explained at a press briefing; as Churchill stood midst the ruins of London, bombed out by Nazi airstrikes, so not-my-president Trump wanted to stand in front of the Washington D.C. church which suffered a small fire in the basement from the protestors/Nazis as a symbol of . . . uh. . . uh . Anyhow holding a bible, signifying uh … uh. . . .
June 5, 2020
Talk Abut Nutty
Not to be outdone by the protests and craziness in Minneapolis and the copy cat riots in Columbus and Cincinnati, the Oxford Police were called to the apartments on South Locust Street by a man who shot himself in the foot. Oh this wild and crazy town!
May 29, 2020
So little nervous Raccy has become a regular night visitor and last night he began grunting as he was eating. Because I have the door open I can hear him making these sounds, perhaps happiness, perhaps just nervous reaction, but definitely not what you would expect from a raccoon. Of course I happen to know some humans who also make involuntary noises so I guess there’s no surprise here. Hmmm.
May 22, 2020
What I Really Mean . . .
So he says, “I finally get to work outside” and I picture him mowing the grass, digging in the garden, washing the car, until I scroll up and see the real picture; he really means he can take his laptop out on the porch.
Oh the modern world! I have discovered virtual grocery shopping, whereby I stay on the couch, grocery list in one hand and phone in the other. I pull up Kroger’s Shopping Website and just scroll through their complete inventory, clicking on whatever I need; fruits vegetables, meat, canned goods, you name it. Then I add $10, request delivery within 2 hours, they have my credit card, and behold! Ding dong! It’s all delivered to my front porch! Now THAT’s shopping!
May 15, 2020
Stop Worrying! He’s NOT!
My latest wild animal friend is a thin, young raccoon. All I can think of is “gawky”. I try to find the origin of “gawky” and come up with” maybe Norwegian” but probably” unknown”. All I know is that I myself was pretty gawky as a child. Pictures reveal skinny, knobby legs and I remember my Mother feeding me some kind of tonic called “Accesserone” that was supposed to stimulate my appetite. I was pretty thin up until the pregnancies and then all hell broke loose.
Anyhow little Raccy is not only thin but rather nervous and he darts everywhere, even up to my hand (behind the door). Hope he’s not rabid.
May 8, 2020
Those Were The Days
Can you believe that once upon a time we would have a cake and someone would blow on it and then we’d all EAT it?
May 1, 2020
Except for reading THE SOMING OF AGE IN SAMOA by Margaret Meade in college and singing” Bali Hai” from SOUTH PACIFIC, I am woefully ignorant about Polynesia (don’t get me started on our pathetically provincial public school curriculum and its foreign language offerings of Spanish and French but no Arabic or Chinese). I bring this up because Ohio is beginning to loosen up a little and will be opening medical facilities and services and tattoo (a Polynesian word that means “to prick”) parlors but not HAIR SALONS! It’s okay to have your skin disfigured and I have to continue to struggle to keep the hair out of my eyes? Puleeze! Priorities!
April 24, 2020
Unhappy Unbirthday or
Better Luck Next Year
So during my distinctly Unmemorable birthday week I secretly boasted to myself that at my age I am managing to live independently and yes, I am smarter than a squirrel.
Wrong! First I somehow left the car ignition switch on the “on” position , left the car in the garage for two days and consequently let the battery run down completely. Luckily Spring Street Auto came right over and recharged it. Then on the way out to Hueston Woods to completely charge it I ran into and over a HUGE wild turkey. Later that night I opened the glass door to throw out meat scraps for the wild animal friends and got ATTACKED by the raccoon. And then the final insult, I replaced my bird feeders with a new, “SQUIRREL PROOF” feeder that Nutsy immediately figured out and by hanging by his feet, avoided the weighted device and proceeded to decimate the bird seed.
Pride goeth before a fall.
April 17, 2020
If the federal government boasts that they have truckloads, no , airplanefuls of masks, how come we have people making masks out of diapers, tee shirts, plastic page sleeves, scarves, or whatever? Please! We have people so desperate as to offer their first born son for a filtered face protection! (just kidding).
April 10, 2020
The Good Thing About All this . . .
So if you’re not sick, if you still have your job, if you’re “working” at home, here are some positives;
No more 6 a.m. alarms to get you up and out the door.
You can attend meetings via Zoom and still be in your pajamas.
Congregate with your friends, again via Zoom, and just leave whenever you want.
Reconnect with your family.
Shop from your couch. Just “swipe left to place your order”.
April 3, 2020
A new bird came to my back yard feeders this week – a red winged blackbird. He is as black as a crow, but smaller, about the size of a starling. He has small yellow feathers, hardly visible, called epaulettes, on each wing. And what is so distinguishable is the bright flash of red as he flies away. I have often seen the red winged blackbird in the country, flying from farm fences, but never here. I’m delighted.
March 27, 2020
Things I don’t completely understand;
March 20, 2020
Fake News Briefing
The daily coronavirus briefing starring the president, vice-president and numerous doctors and cabinet secretaries.
DT: And now a few words from the chair of this committee, the vice-president.
VP: (Looking directly into the camera) Thank you Mr. President, for your unprecedented leadership in this unprecedented crisis. I thank you, no, the whole country thanks you, no, the whole world is grateful for your decisive handling of these unusual times. And we each thank the Treasury Secretary for the thousand dollar check that we might get to boost the economy and help the stock market recover. Your quick and decisive action, Mr. President, has led us in this fight against the Chinese virus.
DT: And now we’ll take questions if they’re not critical.
Gag me with a spoon.
March 13, 2020
This is a choice?
Democrats! What are you doing? Presenting us with a choice between a grumpy old Grampa who yells and shakes his finger at us and a kindly, old, familiar Grampa who is teetering on the brink of dementia and can’t tell the difference between his wife and his sister? O. M. G.
March 6, 2020
Out of this world
The electricity goes off for literally two minutes. All hell breaks loose. Certain clocks start flashing RESET! RESET! The printer clicks and clacks. Alexa, on her own, shines green and blue and says something about reconnecting and consult your app. Something buzzes in the kitchen and the clothes dryer just permanently stops.
I know it’s not like the Nashville tornado or the coronavirus, but still it’s my little world turned momentarily upside down.
February 28, 2020
When I was growing up (1940’s in New England) there were no extra-marital hugs. In fact, there were few marital hugs (not here, how embarrassing!) and not even household marital hugs (not in front of the children! )If it wasn’t for the sex education class in the Methodist Church Youth group, I would never have known ANYTHING!
Then as the years went on, women began air kissing and an occasional hug. Men, not. Please. A vigorous handshake and elbow grasp was the manly approach.
Now of course there’s no limit to our shameless show of affection.
February 21, 2020
Georges Simenon born in 1903, wrote 75 novels between 1931 and 1972 and I have read over forty of them. They are being reprinted and I am forever grateful. What a treat they are! Here’s a detective, always smoking his pipe, stopping at a nearby bar for a brandy and solving the seemingly impossible puzzles. No cell phone, no computer, he uses any phone that’s nearby, no private car, he walks or uses a department car and driver, he just observes people, analyses behavior and in 150 pages or fewer, does his job. When I reach the end, I feel as if I’ve been to Paris, met these people and solved the problem. Incredible!
February 14, 2020
Going to the Dogs
A bright spot in this dreary time – the Westminster Dog Show. I love it every year. The dogs are so beautiful, so perfectly bred, well-behaved and most importantly HAPPY! The winners. both handler and dog are ecstatic, jumping around and joyful! What a relief from the rest of the sordid news. Thanks, doggies! Arf!
February 7, 2020
You Don’t HAVE to Center Everything.
Lessons learned this week;
1. You can’t switch from using decimals to rounding up totals in your tax calculations in the middle of the program. I did and suddenly had an income of 7 million dollars. Had to start over.
2. Count on Puxatawny Phil, We’ve had a mild winter and Spring will arrive within days. Really.
3. Grandmas rock. Nancy Pelosi rips up the speech delivered by that guilty, lying, poor excuse for a president, Elizabeth Warren is hanging in there and I just saw on TV a Great Grandma, age 103, playing the piano.
January 31, 2020
Well, it’s definitely not right.
Not my President Trump keeps saying, “I’ve done nothing wrong."
He summarily fired a 33 year career diplomat who served with distinction at posts that were often least desirable and when under threat of physical danger. She made the mistake of criticizing the machinations of his personal lawyer who was actively working to find dirt on Joe Biden, Trump’s potential political rival for the 2020 election. Trump was secretly recorded at a dinner, speaking to a man at his table whom he maintains he doesn’t know, saying to him “Get her out. Take her out. Just do it.”
That’s. Just. Plain. Wrong.
January 24, 2020
Age is taking its toll. Not only am I shrinking and my hair thinning, but my mind is beginning to miss a beat now and then. If I don’t write it down, whatever it was will disappear. My e mail account is so screwed up it finally just quit. I started another one, but I’m sure I’m missing some contacts. I’m missing some of my favorite TV programs and I never get to the end of a football game.
The truth is, I really don’t care. Technology has made life so complicated over the past 50 years that everyone expects to miss something. And in fact, I never miss a text from the kids, the Sunday New York Times crossword, or the end of a noteworthy book. I play the piano, finish a knitting project, bake bread from scratch and whip up a mean apple pie.
Wait! What was I saying?
My Facebook page was humming this morning, all about the “kitten in the tree” episode. There was lots of hand wringing “Oh, the poor little thing, pathetically mewing”, resentment, “Why can’t the fire department rescue it? It’s not their policy to rescue kittens?” disgust, “You’re all so silly” and friendly anger, “You’re heartless!”
All I can say is I remember our own “kitten in the tree” experience and my daughter standing under the stranded kitten holding a pillow, looking up and saying, “Jump, Snowball! I’ll catch you!” I don’t remember how it all ended. I just know that 25 years later the kitten is no longer in the tree.
January 10, 2020
It’s a crazy world.
The Assassinator-in-chief says that the Iranian general was “a coward.” The man had just gotten off the plane and was driving toward a meeting. How much courage did it take to get off the golf course, pick up the phone and order the execution of someone? How courageous to push a button and an unmanned drone flies out, seeks its target and obliterates the guy and the car beside him as well? We don’t know what the consequences will be, but we can hope that the result will be seen in the election in November. Vote Blue no matter Who!
January 3, 2020
I do love January, a chance to make changes or new beginnings. Keep the Christmas wreath up for at least a month. Replace a few pictures with something different. New bird feeder. Start a new knitting project. I get to open a new daily journal with a fresh page. I file away a year’s worth of book reviews, blog pages and check book receipts. And this year, it’s a new DECADE! Hoping to get rid of the orange man and his cadre of crooked cronies and replace him with possibly a WOMAN? Oh the thought. The hope. 2020, here we come!
December 27, 2019
The last week of the decade! Time to send out cards, put up the tree, light the lights, candles in the windows, presents wrapped, cookies baked, family appears, gifts unwrapped, food consumed, OMG. Merry Christmas! Happy New Year!
December 20, 2019
Just the facts, sir.
I can remember when you could choose between “true” and “false.” Not any more. Now you have to figure out if it’s a “fact” or “alternative fact”, if what you are reading is based on truth or something made up, if there is a real person behind some information on the internet or just some robot in Russia.
Nixon said “I am not a crook.” Oh, YES YOU WERE!
Trump says “I did nothing wrong.” Oh, YES YOU DID!
December 13, 2019
From Dumpty by John Lithgow
Hentsy Pentsy sat on a fence,
The most vapid and vacant of vice presidents.
A poem? Alas, at the end of the day,
Quite frankly, dear reader, there’s not much to say.
December 6, 2019
From Dumpty by John Lithgow
Trumpty Dumpty wanted a wall
To stir up a rabid political brawl.
His Republican rivals, both feckless and stodgy,
Succumbed in the end to his rank demagogy.
Dumpty’s wall made no earthly sense,
A boondoggle built at enormous expense.
But he promised in speeches despotic and shrill,
He’d make certain that Mexico footed the bill.
Trumpty Dumpty kept insisting.
More and more citizens started resisting.
Sadly there won’t be an end to this tale,
At least until reasonable people prevail.
November 29, 2019
I should have majored in Home Ec
A brief moment with my calculator/phone reveals that I have been cooking for over sixty years.
And talk about unprepared. I remember standing over the sink with a knife, a bag of apples, a pie plate and a Bachelor’s Degree in classics. Hours later I did make an apple pie, but it was just the beginning of over sixty hears of learning.
So onward to rolls and salad. Happy Thanksgiving!
November 22, 2019
Who’s in charge?
Right up there with the mysterious rankings of count, viscount, duke, earl, lord and baron, we now have, thanks to the interminable House of Representative hearings the just as mysterious secretary, deputy, assistant, under deputy, under secretary, assistant deputy and probably the assistant assistant.
The good news; they all seem to know who their boss is.
November 15, 2019
Not OK, Boomer
(and I’m not completely sure what that means)
OK, I’m too old to be a boomer, and certainly not a Gen X, Z or a millennial. Perhaps my generation is “antique.” I recently learned that some millennials cannot tell time with an analog clock, you know, the round ones with moving pointers. They can’t write cursive and I know of one young lady who doubted that she could get back to college without her phone and GPS help, even though she has made the trip hundreds of times.
What I do know is that for at least two thousand years people have committed acts of kindness, cherished pets (one Roman matron had a pet eel and decorated it with earrings) marked off time (albeit with a sun dial) and respected the rule of law. There have been dependable politicians, upright judges and honest elections. So in spite of what you hear on TV or read on Face Book, the good life goes on and honesty will prevail. Keep the faith!
November 8, 2019
Tah, tah, tah dee dah!
From the Late show. Sing it with apologies to Frank Sinatra;
Ta ta ta dee dah. Ta ta ta dee dah, DAH
Start spreading the news
Trump’s leaving to day
He wants to be apart from it
New York New York
Go tell the fake news
He’s longing to stray
Just like he s done on every wife
Uno, dos and tres
I want to wake up in a city
Without a Trump
And let him stay in Palm Beach
At his tacky gold dump
His w 2’s
Are holding the clues
Of all the sleazy deals he’s cut
In old New York
Trump’s time now here is gone
And I hope he takes his sons
And Rudy too
New York New York!
October 25, 2019
Halloween has never been my favorite holiday. It encourages children to beg and then to eat large amounts of candy. I’ve never understood the pleasure some people get by being frightened. Isn’t life scary enough without ghosts, goblins, fake ghouls, blood dripping, witches, and grotesque pumpkin heads?
Not only do Americans spend almost as much money on Halloween as they do for Christmas, but now the one day holiday, October 31, All Saints Day, has turned into a two week spree of parades, mazes, haunted houses, up town businesses trick or treat, neighborhood lights on, candy give aways, church sponsored parties, the list goes on.
If the trend continues, we’ll soon be seeing four weeks of Halloween, two days for Thanksgiving, another four to five weeks of Christmas.
Bah. Boo. Humbug.
October 18, 2019
On the playground the bully will repeat an insult back, rather than attempt to supply his own epithet. So when you say, “You’re stupid!”, he’ll just say “No, YOU’RE stupid!” So if someone accuses him of making up “fake news”, the bully in chief just shouts “No, YOU’RE fake news!” Or if it would seem the not-my-president is accused of being corrupt, he turns around and says “No, BIDEN is corrupt!”
And he just did it again this week. After losing his temper in a meeting with Nancy Pelosi, and someone accuses him of “losing it”, he turns around and says Pelosi “lost it.”
Sorry, Biggest Bully Ever. Weak. We’re not buying it.
October 11, 2019
A Toad’s Story
Years ago, in the early days of our country, men would travel from town to town selling bogus medicine, snake oil, fake curatives. And part of their sales pitch would be the enlistment of a “ toady”, short for “toad eater”. The salesman would have his assistant eat a toad, which was (supposedly) known to be poisonous. Then he would apply his wondrous elixir and behold! The toady was healed!
Thus a toady has become known as someone who would do anything, often illegal or immoral, for the benefit of the man he works for.
Enter our Vice President.
October 4, 2019
What? We Can’t Hear You!
The crickets are out and loudly rubbing their wings (not legs) together. According to Wikipedia, they are indulging in a mating call this time of year, usually at night
. I’m reminded of the male Miami students, who seem to indulge in their own brand of mating call and feel the need to SHOUT and TALK LOUDLY when outside, whether at a party or just in their yard but almost always in the presence of females. Turn up the volume, men. The women of the world are listening.
September 27, 2019
Democracy at Work
Just finished watching what will be known as the “Whistleblower Hearings.” Really sad but uplifting in a way. The Director of National Intelligence testifies that upon receiving the report, he goes to the White House to show it to the President’s lawyers and then the President himself. Then it’s off to the Department of Justice because Att. General Barr is also named. Nothing there! So since democracy seems to be dead, it’s up to Congress to hang on…and they do! Nothing spectacular except reasonable men and women, elected by the people, pursuing corruption and election interference. More witnesses to come! Down with the Dictator! Up with the people!
September 20, 2019
Vive la difference! Encore!
Observation while waiting for a haircut; brothers, waiting for their Dad, the older one slaps the younger on the butt. Hard. Both laugh and joke. Enjoyment. I’m thinking. Girls don’t ever do that. We don’t hit each other and rejoice. Boys have always found pleasure in physical contact, usually loud and violent. Girls not.
Previously noted; Three grandchildren in the toy room, all under the age of 8. The girls playing with dolls and clothes and legos. The boy, the youngest,, crawls over to the fan. Hmmm. How does this work? I f I turn this switch ,what happens? This is fun!
September 6, 2019
This has been the week of the hurricane. Dorian dominated the headlines every day until finally it blew itself out to sea. Much destruction in the Bahamas and some disruption for freshman granddaughter at the College of Charleston when she had to pile all her belongings high up on her bed (her dorm room is on the first floor) before she went home .
But beautiful fall weather here. Temp in the 70’s, just enough rain to keep the grass green and the trees still vibrant and full. Three cheers for retirement and September! Keep those checks coming!
August 30, 2019
The signs on High Street (the main drag) say “no U turn” but drivers frequently insist on taking a sharp left turn to get to a parking space on the other side of the street. Finally someone has clarified this behavior. That maneuver is known as a J turn. So either get a new sign that says “No J turn” or rewrite the law.
August 23, 2019
HANGING BY A THREAD
I never said I was the brightest star in the sky, but I really don’t understand what Not-My-President Trump meant when he said any Jew who voted for a Democrat was being disloyal to his country. Does this mean ANYONE who votes Democratic is being disloyal? What is he talking about?
The man is truly unhinged.
Tis the season for bringing your daughter to college and if it’s the first time, every mother I know experiences that uncontrollable weep session. For some reason it doesn’t happen with your son, and after that freshman year, not ever again with your daughter. I guess by that time you’ve figured out that there are real advantages to having one less kid in the house, empty nesting is empty resting, or you’re saving your tears for when you see the tuition bills.
August 9, 2019
Mum’s the Word
I’ll NEVER get tired of summer. Of not wearing a jacket, hat and mittens. Of not shoveling snow or slipping on the ice. Of battling the student traffic, fighting for a parking space or turning on the lights in the late afternoon. Really. I love summer. So why do I feel just a hint of happiness when I see the plastic Halloween pumpkins popping up at the grocery store? When it gets a little darker in the late evening? When the naked ladies appear in the back yard and the first chrysanthemums show up at the farm store? Okay. I guess I’m looking forward to a change of season, after all. Sshh! Here comes Fall!
August 2, 2019
Did You Ever?
Mini family reunion on tap with corn hole tournament, Mom’s rolls, Hampton Inn breakfasts, lots of catching up with granddaughter just back from Southeast Asia and a rousing round of “Down By the Bay”!
Did you ever see a pig . . . wearing a wig?
Did you ever see a doe . . . reading Edgar Allen Poe?
July 26, 2019
I’ll bet I’m not the only one in this world who finds solace from the ugliness in Washington by watching birds. For an hour every morning I can sit next to my open door and watch the sparrows, starlings, blue jays, cardinals and others peck away at the breakfast buffet of bread crumbs and nuts. My special visitor this year has been the catbird, easily distinguished by his mewing call and smart appearance with his black cap and long, perky tail. Not to mention the squirrels and their fat, lazy cousin Mr. Groundhog, who lives under the back step and wanders around the neighborhood, unfazed by people and anyone else. It’s pleasant and peaceful. I’ll take it.
July 19, 2019
It’s a pulpit all right and it’s not pretty.
Sickening. Frightening. Our (not my) President just concluded an hour long campaign event, highlighting Made in America objects like boats, missile launchers and motorcycles and then a long tirade about how everything is wonderful here blah statistic, blah more statistics, all probably lies if you look at his track record. Then more tirade against the four not totally white Congresswomen who he says they are free to leave the country if they don’t like it. Non sequiturs, racial slurs, out of context quotes, it’s all in the bully pulpit and it’s ugly.
July 12, 2019
INTERESTING FACT WEEK
From Annie Dillard; “It is interesting, the debris in the air. A surprising portion of it is spider legs, and bits thereof. Spider legs are flimsy because they are hollow. They lack muscles; compressed air moves them. Consequently they snap off easily and blow about.
We inhale many hundreds of particles in each breath we take. Air routinely carries intimate fragments of dung, carcasses, leaves and leaf hairs, coral, coal, skin, sweat, soap, silt, pollen, algae, bacteria, spores, soot, ammonia, and spit, as well as salt crystals from ocean whitecaps, dust scraped off distant mountains, micro bits of cooled magma blown from volcanoes and microfragments from tropical forest fires."
July 5, 2019
An Essay on Clothespins
Will necessarily be short because no one has a clothesline or a clothespin bag anymore. Nevertheless I use a clothespin, the one with a metal hinge and two wooden parts, to hold my sandal strap together while the glue settles, for keeping the potato chip bag closed, to steady the iron railing up the front steps, to make a plain metal hangar into a pants hangar and to substitute for a book mark in an emergency.
June 28, 2019
Everybody! Stop calling members of the Democratic party “DEMS”. It’s another example of how not-my-president Trump influences people’s thinking. Repeat, repeat, repeat and pretty soon everyone is saying it. “Dems” sounds just a little reminiscent of “dumb” or “dim.” It’s disrespectful. Unpatriotic. Stupid. We don’t call the Republicans “Reps.”
And note that I said “Democratic”, not “Democrat”. It’s not “the Democrat party.” It’s “the Democratic party”. Let’s not be dragged down to the simplistic, idiosyncratic and often completely wrong level of English language usage as seen from the White House.
Oh, by the way, it’s okay to call Trump “a twit.”
June 21, 2019
The Silent Visitor
Too much rain! Hastas on steroids! Ivy running amok! Trees growing out of control! Unfortunately the farmers are suffering. Most have less than half the seeds in and rain predicted well into next week.
Meanwhile I am visited by Bambi (sorry, wrong gender, she’s an obvious nursing mother) almost every day. I sit next to the open sliding glass door reading intently and all of a sudden, there she is, oh so quietly picking her way around the house, sniffing out the bird feeder, sipping from the bird bath, nibbling at the new leaves and just standing and listening with those huge ears. We have a staring contest and then off she goes, incredibly quietly for such a large animal. No hurry. Just walking delicately out the yard and probably back to her faun who is sleeping behind the bank. Love it.
June 14, 2019
A President We CanTrust
He’s an only child, his father a doctor and mother, a secretary, brought up in a middle class, Midwestern city. Goes to Harvard and majors in history and literature. As a Rhodes scholar, he studies analytic philosophy among other things and becomes fluent in Arabic and Norwegian. Back home he joins a consulting firm. With three others in a team, he goes to companies, collects data, does stuff with a computer program, analyzes the problems and creates solutions. Loves political campaigns, runs for mayor himself and wins. As mayor he similarly creates consulting teams, collects data and solves problems. He plays the piano. He reads extensively.
Pete Buttigieg. We need you in the White House.
June 7, 2019
Che sera, sera
It has been remarked (by those 65 and over) that the younger generation has access to any and all information. Just mention an unknown fact and the young person will whip out his/her phone and have the information within seconds. Need to know a news story from 1975? Out comes the device and an almost immediate quote from a reliable source. What was the population of our city ten years ago you idly speculate. Blah blah blah comes the data straight from the pocket phone and the nimble fingers.
What does this all mean, you wonder. To where is this all leading us? A universal dumbing down? Like we no longer know anyone’s phone number. Or the smartest generation ever? Stay tuned. Che sera, sera. (you can look that up, too, in case you never heard Doris Day, nee Kappelhoff, singing “Whatever will be, will be).
May 24, 2019
Just Another Day
Just when I have the feeling that life is slowing down . . .
“Natalie H” appears on an orange in Connecticut.
A Mother’s Day package arrives in the mail.
Jack’s baseball season has begun and I hurry to access Game Changer on my phone.
I finished “Where The Crawdads Sing” and am left breathless at the end.
Not-my-president Trump has a melt-down in the Rose Garden.
May 17, 2019
Oh No You Don’t!
Backyard action around the food scrap on the ground for the opossum. The neighborhood cat approaches, sees me keeping watch, abruptly turns and hightails away. Which reminds me of my teacher life time when girls used to smoke in the rest room. So the teachers whose rooms were nearby would take turns, inbetween classes, and just go in and stand by the door. The girls would rush in, OOPS, then rush out. Or take a cursory poke at their hair in the mirror and then rush out. Mission accomplished!
May 10, 2019
Hey! Come Back!
“Aleksa! Aleksa!” I’m yelling at the now silent cylindrical tube which proceeds to pulsate purple rings. Grrr. I consult my reset instructions. Unplug and plug. Unplug, wait 10 seconds, plug. Nothing. I consult the app. I scroll up, I scroll down. I search. I swipe. I poke, I double poke. After watching and waiting through the green rings, blue, green and blue, purple and finally ORANGE! I run back to the app. Nothing. The wifi connection is supposed to appear in my phone settings, but nothing.
So after two days of repeat moves, setting changes, phone confirmations, go forward, go back, I decide to try one last time. In desperation I pick up my phone and to avoid all this running back and forth from the phone in one room to the Echo in another, I carry it and sit directly in front of the speaker. And guess what? It connects at the first try. Maybe the two devices had to be in the same room! OMG. I’m going to be so smart when/if I reach 90!
May 3, 2019
COME AGAIN SOME OTHER DAY
Rain, rain, go away. This is more than ridiculous. It’s not just that everything is WET, but everything is GROWING! Here it is the first week of May and the dandelions are a foot high, the paths are completely overgrown, the lilacs are so beautiful that a strange woman came to my door asking if she could pick some, the tulips are exploding and the lilies of the valley are taking over the garden. The upside is the dead blue jay has disappeared into the ivy patch.
April 26, 2019
Recent Email from Not My President;
Natalie, Every year the Corrupt Media holds a total snoozefest White House Correspondents dinner where they thrive off their negativity and hatred towards me and my Administration.
On April 27th, while the Liberal Elites mingle with the Corrupt Media, I’ll be holding an EPIC rally in Wisconsin with REAL AMERICAN PATRIOTS.
He goes on to invite me and my guest to have a chance to share the night and have our picture taken with him for a donation of $5. What truly sickened me was how divisive his rhetoric is, his continual denigration of the free press (a cornerstone of democracy) and how self absorbed he continually is (the White House dinner is all about hatred towards him and his administration). He is really unfit to be president and truly scary.
April 19, 2019
HOW’S THAT AGAIN?
Just to help you out with the pronunciation of the name of one of the latest candidates for President, Pete Buttigieg, Mayor of South Bend, Indiana, it kinda goes along with “butter dish.”
April 12, 2019
Really Important Things I’ve Learned This Week
Rats can feel emotions. If you rub a rat’s tummy it will squeal with happiness at a decibel level higher than we can hear but can be detected by a squeal detector. Their ears will also turn pink.
Most birds either hop or walk, but robins are one of the few species that both hop AND walk.
Of course in Wisconsin robins are neither hopping or walking because it’s SNOWING!!
April 4, 2019
A College Degree Doesn’t Necessarily Make You Smart
The mason who was working on my brick wall was telling me how he had constructed a stoop for a college dorm and when finished put several barricades up and surrounded the area with yellow warning tape. Then along came a college student who walked around the barricades, stepped over the tape and stepped into the still mushy 8 inches of concrete. Then she complained that the mason wouldn’t fish out her flip flop which was sunk irretrievably into the step.
Just like the student who wanted his fake ID back from the cops in case he could use it again.
You can’t make this stuff up.
March 29, 2019
Words of more than two syllables
“Exonerate” means to “clear of an accusation,” “to free from blame.” Either Mr. Trump does not understand the meaning of the word, or he did not read the direct quote from the Mueller report which said the President was NOT exonerated, especially in regard to obstructing justice. Two more years of this?
March 22, 2019
Hello! May I Help You?
I’m jotting down the story of my life and just realized I had forgotten that year, or was it two?, that I was a car hop. Oh yes, complete with smart white boots, red shorts, white blouse and a jaunty red pill box hat, I worked at the Adventure Car Hop on Rte. 1 in Saugus, serving everyone traveling from Maine to Massachusetts and efficiently bringing out hamburgers for 35 cents or ice cream soda for 25 cents. And I made good money too.
March 15, 2019
News Flash! Beto O’Rourke is running for president! Yeah! Now if he chooses Oprah as his running mate, we’ll have a winner! Can’t wait for the debates!
March 8, 2019
“March came in like a lion/ a whippin up the water in the bay.” Ah, the alliteration! How I love the music in “Carousel”! And how tired I am of this lion like weather! Snow? More? Cold? Hats and mittens? Just STOP!
March 1, 2019
Facts from Ian Frazier; of all the domesticated animals, none become feral more readily, or survive better in the wild, than the hog. In 1982, eighteen states had wild hogs. By 1999, nine more states had reported hogs. By 2004 wild hogs could be found in twenty-eight states and on and on . There are currently in the United States about four million wild hogs.
Hogs can detect scent coming from as far away as seven miles and from twenty five feet underground. They’ve been known to swim across open ocean as far as two miles.
February 22, 2019
A Tall Tale
Not-my-president Trump recently had his annual physical checkup and he’s just fine. But thanks to Rachel Maddow’s research staff, it was noted that his height, remaining the same as last year, is probably incorrect. He is listed as 6’2 or 3 (I can’t remember exactly), but definitely not 6’ which is what the evidence shows he probably is. Does he have to lie about everything? After posting pictures of him next to people whose height we actually know, it is obvious that Jeb Bush (6’3”) is taller, Justin Trudeau (6’2”) also taller, and Barak Obama (6’) is just about equal.
February 15, 2019
Are We There Yet?
My annual paean to Spring; the skunk, possum and groundhog have surfaced, the birds are singing , the snow has melted, temperature above freezing, Punxutawny Phil did not see his shadow, my taxes are done, I’m ready!
February 8, 2019
Snap! Page One. Snap! Page Two.
I read in the paper that Miami University is digitalizing as many of their archives as possible, including the yearbooks from 1896, the student newspaper and other stuff. I wondered how that was done and accompanying the article was a picture of a student at a computer sitting next to a mounted camera that was facing an open book. And it takes 5 hours to digitalize 240 pages. They actually take a picture of every page. Holy smoke! Isn’t there some other way? Think how many man hours it will take to digitalize the Library of Congress! If we can send a man to the moon, can’t we digitalize a little more efficiently?
February 1, 2019
Donald Trump’s Hell
The middle seat on a commercial flight from Washington to LA.
No seconds on the chocolate cake.
A one hour wait in the security clearance line. Take off your shoes and empty your pockets.
Neckties that end at your belt buckle.
January 25, 2019
There is no pleasure without pain. No spring without winter. Plato.
Even in the dead of winter, life goes on. The squirrel this morning was busy stripping the bark off a tree and running away with it, I guess to build a nest. He’s not eating it, that’s for sure. And then, hopping along as if it were April, a robin. I know it’s warm today, 48 degrees, but a robin? I also know that sometimes they do not migrate, so there you are.
January 18, 2019
Since the first significant snowfall of the season I have marveled how thousands of tree limbs have become studies in black and white. One night I tried to take a picture of them as they were backlit by the city lights, but the result was just not as awe inspiring as the real scene. Snow is beautiful, especially if someone comes and shovels it for you, if it doesn’t get all dirty from traffic and if you don’t have to go out anyhow.
And straight from the White House by way of Stephen Colbert, the visiting college football champs were served an elegant buffet of hamberders, chicken nergrets, felaygo fitz, frunch firs and pizzaz.
January 11, 2019
The Three R’s; Retreat, Resign, Retire.
There’s only one way out of this Trump/wall impasse; forget the wall, make a deal that you and all members of your family will never be indicted for anything, resign, retire to Florida and play golf. Please.
January 4, 2019
Phew! It’s Hot in Here!
Looking at the past three January 1 diary entries, the temperature was 30, 4 and 6, as compared to this year’s temperature of 45. No warming trend? No climate change? And Trump includes in his list of FAKE ACCOMPLISHMENTS several obstructions to Obama’s efforts to combat the rise of sea levels and warming temperatures. Shame. Bad. Bigly wrong.
December 28, 2018
A Message to our Bumbler in Chief
Quotes from Stephen Colbert; " There’s a wedge in the White House. The simplest of tools." All the actions from Trump this week will benefit Putin and Putin’s cronies. No wonder Putin was happy.
Please! Go to Florida and play some golf. We’ll all feel better.
December 21, 2018
Gingerbread Men. One year they were too soft and after I hung them on the tree we would hear a gentle “plop” “plop” as one by one the bodies would disengage from the heads and gently fall to the floor. This year I added a dollop more of molasses and a generous tsp. of ginger but oops too much baking soda so they blew up in the oven and came out delicious but looking like grossly overweight men with severe facial seizures and distorted limbs. You’d think, after over fifty years of gingerbread men, I’d do better than that!
December 14, 2018
It’s Never Too Late to Expand Your Vocabulary
I sure love reading The New Yorker. In one article I learned three new words; “ludic”, meaning “funny”, “twee” meaning “quaintly old fashioned” and “oneiric”, “having to do with dreams.” Just sayin.
December 7. 2018
Old? What are you talking about?
Biden for President? I always said “too old” but under the circumstances ,i.e. another four years of Trump, no clear winner on the Democratic side, clearly well experienced, maybe 76 is not as old as I thought. Even though I remember that he had a habit of shooting off at the mouth, nothing can remotely compare to our present MOUTH. Anyone would be a relief from this orange nightmare.
November 30, 2018
Pretty Useless Information
Did you know that birds can smell? This particular talent varies from species to species, but birds with especially large olfactory bulbs , like parrots and sea birds, have greater capacity than others. It’s not the size of the beak, in which case the pelican would win hands down, but the little organ deeper into the head…oh just Google it.
November 23, 2018
November 16, 2018
A Sorry Sight
This morning I was asked two different times what I think is a really dumb question; “Do you want a bag with that?” I seethed within. Of course I want a bag. I’m supposed to walk out of the United Dairy Farmer store grasping a loaf of bread and a bottle of milk? Or worse, walk out of the liquor store with a large bottle of gin tucked under my arm? What’s the matter with you?
Oh sorry. Being a little testy. Someone needs a nap.
And by the way. The baby possum died. In the garage. Either from the cold, or something he ate, or from the effects of being stuck in my airtight garbage can for a week. More sorry.
November 9, 2018
Oprobably Oplaying Oppossum
I first noticed him nosing around the breakfast bird buffet, a black furred animal, too small to be a raccoon or skunk, too large for a bird. Then one night he lifted his head and I saw the triangular opossum white face and skinny white tail, so I assumed it was a young opossum. One day after rubbish pick up, I left the can open with a plastic bag liner in, just to air it out a bit. That night, as I came out with the bag of daily garbage, I noticed the plastic bag had gotten bunched up at the bottom, so I reached down to readjust it and YEOW! It’s an animal down there! Badly startled, I tipped the can over and presumed the animal would take the opportunity to exit. Later I straightened it up, threw in the garbage and firmly set on the lid. There! That’ll keep any animals out. Little did I suspect, that I was keeping the animal IN.
So the week goes by, I deftly throwing the daily bag of garbage into the can, the opossum, as I now know, munching away. Until yesterday, when it was once again put out the garbage day, and I throw in my last bag, only to see this ball of fur on the top. Once again YEOW! But I’m determined this time and I tip the can over. Nothing. So I grab a broomstick handle and start poking. Nothing. He’s acting dead. Oh My God! He’s playing possum! More aggressive poking and he refuses to move. I finally dislodge his inert body and sure enough, once onto the garage floor he kinda moves, shakes himself awake and waddles under the car. Waddles because he’s been stuffing himself for a week, trapped in that airless, smelly garbage can.
So at this point I don’t know whether he’s alive or dead. Let the story oplay itself out.
November 2, 2018
Shoot Out in the Not OK Corral
Not-my-president Trump suggests that the massacre in the Pittsburgh synagogue could have been prevented if the Jews had more armed guards inside.
Oh, let’s see. Two men, each carrying a fully automatic assault rifle, shooting it out in a room filled with innocent, unarmed people. What could possibly go wrong?
October 26, 2018
Halloween. Boo. Humbug.
My least favorite holiday is Halloween when eating candy which has no food value and is detrimental to your teeth is encouraged. When people spend a lot of money on stuff that is supposed to scare you; haunted houses, gory movies, dark decorations, ghoulish costumes. Ugh. Isn’t life frightening enough?
October 19, 2018
E-MOO-tional adventure story
A cow fell into the swimming pool. I know that sounds like an opening line of a short story but it really happened. Last week while Emily the college girl was home on fall break, and Jack the high schooler had just gotten home from school, there was a loud WHOOSH from the back yard and Jack looked out to see a cow dangling in the deep end of the pool. She was falling fast and soon only her face was above water. He yelled for Emily, who called 911 and then shouted, “We’ve got to save her!” So out they went and contrived to get her front legs on the ripped plastic pool cover and somehow drag her to the shallow end where she simply walked out, shook herself dry like a dog and proceeded out to the road whereby causing a traffic jam of fire truck, two police cars, and an ambulance.
Sorry. End of story.
October 12, 2018
Every year in the fall, the population of my Midwestern town doubles and along with the 15000 students, come at least a thousand cars. This year the burgeoning within the square mile has been confounded by an electric scooter company, given permission by a city council which has temporarily lost its mind, to introduce to the population 100 electric scooters, soon to be 150 and then joined by a second company with 300 more. Enabled by a driver’s license and credit card and elated by the vague and confusing rules, the 20 year olds are now flying down my street on two wheels and a GPS, without helmets or regard for anyone else on the street or sidewalk. More to come.
October 5, 2018
Vive La Difference!
Recounting with friends about children, how boys and girls will be very different, and how I had three grandchildren in the “toy” room and the girls, ages 7 and 9, immediately start to play with the dolls, the picture books and other toys, while the boy, age 3, went for the fan, which was not even running. “How did it work? What did this button do? Can I turn it on? Off?”
Probably a universal phenomenon.
September 28, 2018
How Can It Be Fake if it comes from the President’s Own mouth?
OMG! Concerning the NotMyPresident’s 90 minute news conference, where to begin? First, Judge Kavanagh’s (nor his wife’s nor those BEAUTIFUL children’s) life is not going to be ruined because he is NOT a justice of the Supreme Court. Then, Trump did NOT get 52% of the women’s vote. He got 52% of WHITE women’s vote. Hillary got the majority of women’s votes. He has not been accused (falsely, of course) of sexual assault by 4 or 5 women. It was more like 15. The judge’s accusers, never dignified with names, just those women, or that person, are part of a CON job, orchestrated by Democrats, of course. OMG. He went on and on and ended the conference when someone asked, “What do you have to say to the young men of this country?”
September 21, 2018
Stand up and be counted!
Concerning the Supreme Court nominee, Judge Kavanaugh and the woman who has come forth with an attempted assault charge , I feel strongly that this is serious and of major importance. Obviously this woman was emotionally affected by the incident, and even though it happened 35 years ago, it still has stayed with her. For the guys, of course they have forgotten it. But for the girl, it’s still there.
She has passed a lie detector test and is willing to testify under oath. And so should he. Even bigger, the country should see and understand the Judge’s attitude toward women. He might be voting on the life of Roe vs. Wade, and his vote on the Supreme Court will affect every woman and girl for generations to come.
Will there be enough senators who will stand up and say “no” to this nominee? We’ll see.
September 14, 2018
True Story That Must Be Told
While the student renter next door was away for the summer (lock the door and turn off all the lights), an enterprising burglar found a way in and took off with his tv and other stuff. But the real news is that he returned a week later, even when the student was back and actually in the house talking to his insurance rep, and went back into the house with an eye out for the mini fridge and full length mirror. The student and insurance guy, hearing the burglar enter the back door, exited the front door and went across the street and stood on the porch to see what would happen. The burglar by this time had purloined a grocery cart from Kroger’s (I’m not making this up) because the mini fridge and mirror would not fit into his bike basket and then proceeded to load up and start up Walnut Street. Of course he was apprehended by the Oxford police (um. . . a little conspicuous on his bike trailing a grocery cart with fridge and mirror) and according to the police report was arrested for burglary and receiving stolen property (the Kroger cart) as well as possession of drug paraphernalia (a hypodermic needle in his pocket “just in case he had a chance to do drugs”. )
The incredibly foolhardy burglar is now in the Butler County jail and maybe we are all a little safer on West Collins Street although that is debatable.
September 7, 2018
Time to Act
This does seem like an endless summer. The leaves are for the most part still green, the grass continues to grow and the heat and humidity are insufferable. Only the robins seem to know that winter will come and have departed south. And now the EU is contemplating ending Daylight Saving Time. Oh Yes! Let’s do it! It’s just nuts all this tampering with the clock. End it. I think it has to be an act of Congress. Oh well. Fuggedaboutit!
August 24, 2018
Me in Computerland
My little arrow keeps freezing up, right in the middle of my bridge game, so I run to my phone and Google “curser” “foiled again”, oh sorry, “cursor”, “freezing” “Windows 10” and several sites pop up. What follows is a trip through a series of blank walls. I manage Control pretty easily (window plus x) and then device management, but am stymied at Mouse properties. Nothing. I know I’m looking for “disable hide the arrow while typing” but can’t seem to get there. After several more blind alleys I turn it off and add a bridge game to my phone. Go to bed.
Next day I try again. Zilch. So I open the phone book (yes, that old fashioned printed thing) to “computer repair” and then try one more time, this time taking a different route (“settings” is always good) and sure enough I get through “device” “mouse” “properties” and after one more step that I have forgotten, Voila! There it is! I click it off. Turn off the computer, wait an hour, turn it back on and Lo and Behold, the arrow is moving!
So far. I have learned that in the cyber world of today, nothing is very dependable.
And so the saga continues. Once again, the arrow freezes. So I resort to my high tech, cyber smart maneuver. I CHANGE THE BATTERIES! OMG! It seems to work!
August 17, 2018
Awesomeness! Is it really a word?
The CBS Evening News ended with a story about a 7 year old kid who caught a fly ball at a MLB game and then gave it to a younger kid who was having a birthday. In a subsequent interview it turns out that there had been a previous incident where the younger kid had given a fly ball to ANOTHER kid and at the end of the interview, the one kid says, “Line of awesomeness!” Very inventive!
So I’m trying to think of another example of a “line of awesomeness” and the best I can come up with is the Rockefeller Center Rockette Chorus line! Oh I know! Every Easter in the Boston Globe there would be a picture of this Irish family of 12 children, all dressed in similar dresses and suits, made by their industrious mother! Line of awesomeness indeed!
August 10, 2018
Emojis are getting out of control. Not only am I faced with what appears to be hundreds of choices of little yellow faces depicting every emotion possible, but now there’s an app that will make one for you that looks like you. You choose eye color, hair style, etc. and voila, there you have your own little yellow face. Ridiculous.
What happened to the exclamation point? The one key that will do it all! Sadness! Happiness! Outrage! Surprise! It’s right there on the top row of your keyboard. Simplify!
August 3, 2018
Oh Gee! My Yacht!
The Secretary of Education, Betsy Devos has ten yachts and recently she called 911 because one of them had been vandalized. Someone had untied her yacht and let it go adrift. That’s vandalism? That woman is miles away from reality. And the country’s children’s education is in her hands? More scary.
July 27, 2018
Talk About a Bad Day
What a terrible news day. A duck boat capsizes and this woman loses her husband and three young children. President Trump calls himself a favorite president. Reality, sir! And a human cannonball is shot out of his cannon, misses the safety net and lands in the crowd. Ouch! Tornados are running rampant across the country, a man shoots another because he was pushed down and goes scot free because of the “stand your ground” law. Ooooh Scary. In Florida if you just feel threatened, not your life, but just bodily harm, you can pull out your gun and kill. Fine.
July 20, 2018
Who’s With Us and Who’s Not?
In an interview with CBS news anchor Jeff Glor, not-my-president Trump said that one of his major goals was peace and stability.. Well, yes. I so agree with that. But then his remarks at the press conference in Helsinki were so upsetting, it’s as if he forgot his major goals. To ignore his own government’s report on the Russian interference in the election does not rank up there with stability. Sure, world peace will be assured if we’re friends with Kim and Putin. But what about our allies?
Trump is so insecure and egotistical that he can’t stand the idea that his election might have been compromised. So he believes Putin’s assertion that he didn’t interfere over the 27 page indictment by his own prosecutor with facts and proof. Then he nominates for a high criminal justice position a man with ties with a Russian bank.
The man just isn’t temperamentally suited to be a leader of the free world.
July 13, 2018
Give Us Direction!
With all the headlines of lies, unfaithfulness, perversion, corruption and illegalities, I feel an urgent need to see someone stand up and do what is right - to act because it is the moral thing to do, not because it’s profitable. Free those displaced women and children who are seeking amnesty. Take them out of the holding pens and let them live here, for heavens sake. Appoint government officials who are qualified, never mind what political party they belong to. And remove from office anyone who will not see right from wrong, bad from good. This country needs a moral compass, sadly lacking in our blabbermouth, egotistical president.
July 6, 2018
IT’S REALLY HARD TO BELIEVE
I recently read about an Australian man with a suspended license who allegedly drove drunk to a police station and told them he had come to check in per the terms for his bail on an earlier drunk driving charge.
Or the Kentucky man who siphoned gas from a police car, had his girl friend take a picture and posted it on Facebook. Needless to say the police found him and arrested him forthwith.
Finally, right here in town, a Miami student was hauled into the police station for using a fake ID at a local bar, issued a citation and then released. On his way out, he asked if he could have his ID back, so he could use it again. DUH!
June 29, 2018
There’s so much going on that I don’t understand. Why did the First Lady wear a coat that said “I don’t care” as she went on her way to show that she DID care about the immigrants being separated from their children? Or why are the Department of Education and Labor combined? Because teachers work hard? I guess we all know that. Where is the overlap? I sincerely hope the rational is explained.
June 22, 2018
The Golden Voice
He’s such a narcissistic moron. Can’t let a day, hour, nay, minute go by without causing attention to himself. Right now we’re waiting with bated breath, for some kind of announcement that will stop breaking up families of illegal immigrants. He doesn’t know what the announcement will be because it’s being written as he speaks by someone back at the White House. So wait for it. Meanwhile he’ll conduct a meeting in which he’s surrounded by rich white guys who volunteer to speak for the press about how great a leader their man is. Oh, sorry. It’s not the cabinet meeting. Same thing though.
I feel as if the country is being led blindly down a path by a bumbling fool, who makes friends with other fat guys with funny hair and who refuses to condemn the Russians who obviously meddled in our elections. He doesn’t have a derogatory nickname for Putin because, after all, Vlad loves gold curtains as much as he does.
So now we have to watch him criss cross the country, babbling incoherencies and lies, and basking in the adoration of huge crowds, the size of which the world has never seen, all encouraging him to blame every problem on the Democrats. OMG, is there no stopping him? Oh yes. Hand him his golf clubs and get him to the golf course so we can have a few hours of blessed silence.
June 15, 2018
So when I get to the Pearly Gates (and it’s getting closer and closer) and St. Peter has to decide whether to let me in , all the pets will line up and say, “NO”, including Stubby the mongrel with frothing mouth, Butler, the parakeet whom we taught to say “Here Kitty”, the countless gerbils, stray cats, guinea pigs and all the tropical fish whom I fried by turning the fish tank heater in the wrong direction and boiled them all to death. Oh, Sorry! But on the other hand, all the birds, squirrels and trees (if they have a vote) will attest to my compassion and will say, “Let Her In!”
June 8, 2018
Growing invisibly. I never see weeds actually growing, but all of a sudden, there they are, and this year, thanks to the abundant rain and the hottest May on record, the green growth around my house is staggering. The yucca stalks appeared overnight.
Of course it’s a lot like kids. They’re toddlers one day and then, OMG, they’re six feet tall and going off to college.
June 1, 2018
Better? More is Better?
Stop updating! Stop improving! Stop adding options! I like everything just the way it is now. I can’t make up any more passwords! I certainly can’t remember any more. I barely remember the ones I have now. I just spent hours waiting for an update. Then it says I have to licence it within 9 days or it will expire. Just spend $99 a year! Don’t think so. Take your updated program and go away.
Then the library shut down (electronically) for several days to add improvements. Not so. Instead they have added three more kinds of digital formats. For pity sake, all I want is a book. Please. A BOOK! Is that so hard? I finally find it but not without a lot of scrolling.
Life. I’m sure this is all Trump’s fault.
Oh just kidding.
May 25, 2018
The New Life; Must vs. May
Must change the diapers. At one point (looking back, probably an all time low) three at once.
Must go to work.
Must be in classroom by 7:15 a.m.
May get up or not.
May go shopping if I want to.
May wear shoes or stay in slippers.
May 18. 2018
And the grand exodus begins! City streets are clogged with parents’ cars loading up, rent-a-trucks opening onto driveways and streets, kids making endless trips through their open doors to the curbside with lamps, mattresses, rugs, wastebaskets, boxes, bedding and trash Graduation is Saturday and the town will slowly empty out.
Meanwhile, the dumpster diving has commenced! Go for it!
May 11, 2018
At the NRA convention, not-my-President Trump suggested that if everyone carried a gun, a mass murder could be prevented. The mind boggles at everybody shooting willy nilly, sure, killing the perpetrator but also killing others. Good Lord.
At the same meeting, not-my-Vice president Pence said “The gun lobby is one of the most potent forces for good in this country.” Yes, like they encourage people to use assault weapons, buy and sell guns with minimal background checks and have gun shows. My kind of group, that’s for sure.
And as for the Second Amendment – we all have the right to own a gun, just not an assault rifle. We also all have the right to own a car, just not a TANK!
May 3, 2018
What’s My Job?
There’s a story in our family about the New England Film employee who was drafted in WWII and when asked his occupation, he replied “projectionist” because that’s what he did; show movies on the 16mm projector. Well, leave it to the Navy to misname him a “pharmacist” and so he found himself in the middle of the Pacific, required to perform an appendectomy.
I think of this because it might explain our current head of the Environmental Protection Agency who, when asked to serve by President Trump, must have heard “Environmental Destruction Agency” thus explaining his selling off parts of the national park lands, encouraging the pipe lines ravaging our country and now allowing drilling off the Massachusetts shore line. Not to mention lowering the bar on poisonous emissions into the air, encouraging more coal mining and ignoring the drinking water disaster in Flint, Michigan.
Pruitt is a disaster.
April 27, 2018
First Families or How I Miss the Obamas
I watched Barbara Bush’s funeral service and was impressed with many things; her honesty, her love for her husband over 72 years, her devotion to her family and to her special interests such as illiteracy . Time and again she was described as genuine, authentic and straightforward. And I watched Melania Trump and wondered if she was thinking at all how different her husband’s life is compared to the Bush family. How Trump has a malicious nickname for almost anyone who questions him, how he lies so easily, how he deals with his money or treats women. What a contrast of two families.
April 20, 2018
Birthday Week. And it’s been unusually cold. Couldn’t plant my birthday tulip bulbs because it snowed! Actually, in spite of all the warm thoughts and best wishes, it’s been a little depressing. And Barbara Bush died on my birthday. What a sport she was. I think I’ll cancel the rest of the 80 birthdays and just wait for 90. Because that can be considered OLD.
April 13, 2018
Snow on grass. Why am I surprised?
It is spring, even though there is snow on the ground and the temperature hovers around freezing. The forsythia is in full bloom, the lilies are green, the daffodils are blooming, all the regular birds are back, and this morning I woke to a huge bug skittering across the carpet. I mean it was big, like a small horse, with at least four legs and it was galloping. Welcome new season!
April 6, 2018
NOT GOING MY WAY
Our latest swamp dweller, the Secretary of the Interior, is selling off parts of our National Park in Utah for oil and gas companies to develop drilling for profit, of course. I’m sickened.
Our own Oxford City is not much better, as it allows builders to erect four story structures where grass and trees once were. Yuck! More sacrifice of natural green growth for money. And of course they have to provide parking spaces for the new tenants, so more lawn and shrubs are destroyed so we can accommodate more cars.
I think I’ll pick up my knitting and go watch the birds. Deep breath.
March 30. 2018
Once again, with feeling
The Secretary of the Interior has replaced scientists in the department with political hacks. “ The ominous pattern that is clearly being revealed is the elimination from the Government of career men of long experience and high professional competence and their replacement by political appointees.” (The New Yorker, March 26}
Oh. Wait. They were talking about the Eisenhower administration.
March 23, 2018
Really! Let Him Play Golf!
I just feel so much safer when he’s on the golf course in Mar a Lago than when he’s in the White House, looking at the red buttons on his desk, one that would fetch him a diet Coke, the other that would instigate a nuclear attack on Russia or North Korea.
March 16, 2018
The Truth Hurts
Harry S . Truman was probably, of all the modern age presidents, the only one who didn’t have an extra marital affair. Known as “give ‘em hell” Harry for his whistle stop train campaign style, he is famous for saying “I never gave anybody hell. I just told the truth and they thought it was hell.”
March 9, 2018
Writing a memoir. Interesting experience. The more you dwell, the more comes up! I’m remembering stuff I’d never recall if it weren’t for the time I’m spending looking at old pictures, some 75 years old.
Second world war. Okay I confess my older brother really has a lot more than I do, but still, little stuff comes back. Like the blimp sailing over our house toward the naval base. Or the movie, “Kill or be killed.” War is bad no matter what.
March 2, 2018
TO DO LIST
It’s not that tricky.
1. Ban all automatic and semiautomatic assault guns. Illegal. You can’t own one. Take the money you would spend on a grand military parade and offer to buy them back. Then give them to the Defense department. They’re the only people who are making assaults.
2. Put a highly trained resource officer in every school.. Just one, with all the high tech equipment available, surveillance cameras, smart phones, that’s all you need. DON’T ARM TEACHERS! For pity sake, they have enough to do. Practice drills for them and the students are good.
3. Stricter control of sales of all guns. Background checks. Raise the age to 21 and have a waiting period.
February 23, 2018
RAINING CATS AND DOGS
There’s so much going on in the swamp, it’s hard to keep up.
The Stormy thing. The porn star was paid 130 thousand to keep quiet, right before the campaign.
The inauguration left over fund money. Twenty six million paid to some company for nothing and the woman who owned the company got 1 million for herself.
Senator Grassly sponsored a bill that made it easier for mentally ill to purchase guns. They don’t have to be on the federal list. Signed by the President without fanfare.
The Russian indictments. They did all that infiltration, propaganda on Facebook and Twitter without any communication with Americans? And how come all their stuff was favorable to Trump and against Clinton and others? Statement from the White House; NO COLLUSION. Well, guess what. I think we’ve figured it out that the more you say something, and the louder you say it, it probably isn’t true.
February 16, 2018
See you Later, Allegator!
He just doesn’t stop. The great Allege-ator is complaining about allegations even though, as candidate, he alleged that Obama was born in Kenya, that Hillary was so crooked she should be put in jail, that Ted Cruz’s father was in on JFK’s assassination, and even now alleges that the Clintons are allies with Russia, that the FBI cannot be trusted and lots of people in the Department of Justice are liars. The Allegator in Chief!
February 9, 2018
No Escaping Justice
From the small town police blotter;
A student returned to his parked car uptown, only to find a boot attached to his tire which prevented him from driving until he paid his parking fine. Aha, he thinks. So he removes the tire and replaces it with the spare. Drives home. Meanwhile someone reports his action to the police who trace him down and show up at his apartment where they confiscate the stolen boot and take the kid to jail.
The moral; THINK before you steal from the POLICE! Duh!
Then on Sunday night, a 65 year old man was celebrating the Super Bowl, got drunk and drove his car into a fire truck. Major damage to car, minor scratch on truck.
You can’t make this up.
February 2, 2018
Uh oh. The dreaded blank page. Writer’s block. The “nothing has happened this week” moment. Except that the students are back, there are no parking places anywhere in town and there are some crazy drivers now who not only drive too fast, but text at the same time. Kids go shopping at Kroger’s in their pajamas and according to the police report, are getting drunker than ever. Counting the days when they all go home again. Oh wait. This IS their home.
January 26, 2018
Time Flies When You’re Having Fun
Where did this week go? First the bluegrass jam, then the chocolate meltdown affair, then the gallery opening for Kelley’s paintings, daily duets, a frenzy of eating out and morning cappachinos! Whew! And it’s still January?
January 19, 2018
New Year’s Resolution
The last words of Buddha; “Make of yourself a light.” Not to shine on yourself, Oh Donald Not My President, but elsewhere in the world and to do some good. Oh, gosh. I’d better get going. Compared to a lot of people I know, I’m afraid I’m fallen short in the “do good” department. So this would make a good new year’s resolution if there was any hope that I would actually fulfill it, or for heaven’s sake, I would remember it by next week.
January 12, 2018
Easy Does It!
As the years go by, so many things are easier; telephone calls (smart phones), remembering addresses and phone numbers, (contacts) directions (GPS), keeping warm (smart thermostats), listening to music (Echo) car maintenance (computer notifications) texting (just talk).
What isn’t easier? Playing a musical instrument, making gingerbread cookies, finding the right Christmas present or cleaning out the fireplace. Life. And, it seems, keeping track of my blog.
December 29, 2017
I am much more in the Thanksgiving spirit than in the Christmas celebration and the religion that Trump seems to be taking credit for.
I am very grateful for
1. my furnace that is keeping the house at 72 degrees when the high today was a toasty 11.
2. the less than an inch snowfall yet this year, when Erie PA has 5 feet of snow and more to come
3. Aleksa, who brings me any music I want with wonderful quality. Listened to Sound of Music this afternoon.
4. my children, who rallied around for Mandy’s party, a whopping success.
5. my grandchildren, who also rallied around for the party, buying and blowing up the golden balloons, providing the 70’s music, two hours downloaded, and swept up all the confetti left by the spontaneous bursting of the balloons at the end.
6. the never ending supply of good books for my entertainment – thanks New York Times reviews, Lane Public Library, friends, kids and Face Book recommendations.
December 22, 2017
The Power of Words
Maureen Dowd gets the sentence of the week award, as seen in last Sunday’s New York Times;
“Every day TV anchors breathlessly report some bizarre new insult or accusation or hissy fit or Putin nuzzling by the president, as he wanders around howling in the storm like a late-stage Lear – raging, blowing, spouting, wits turning – in his White House of dark delusions.”
Oh how I love those last five words. Sad.
December 15, 2017
“Bully” comes from the Dutch “boele”which means “lover” or “sweetheart.” Theodore Roosevelt first used the word “bully pulpit” to mean using a position of power to advocate for a cause. “Bully” at that time meant “wonderful” or “good”. So of course now it has nothing to do with the male cow, or “bully for you”, but instead means pushing your way to the top by preying on someone weaker. Hmm. Just sayin.
December 8, 2017
Little House NOT on the Prairie, Thank Goodness
I am reading the biography of Laura Ingalls Wilder, author of “Little House on the Prairie” and others. She lived her early life on the prairie, oddly enough, but, OMG, what a prairie. Blizzards lasting for days, all winter long. Here we have three inches of snow and everything shuts down. No school, no parking, emergency! Back in the 19th century, they had swarms of locusts that would swoop down and devour crops, clothing, small pets, anything that moved. So don’t complain when every 17 years we have cicadas that OMG, make a lot of noise. Laura’s family endured drought, malaria, poverty, disease and Indian attacks. And we complain when we can’t find a parking place?
Really. Life is good.
December 1, 2017
I wanted to say something about all the lying that’s going on, especially from the Liar-in-Chief. I always thought that lying by the president began with Nixon, but it appears that people have been lying since time began, so I’ll let others speak;
Plato, fifth century B.C. False words are not only evil in themselves, but they infect the soul with evil.
Thomas Jefferson, 1786; He who permits himself to tell a lie once, finds it much easier to do it a second and third time, till at length it becomes habitual; he tells lies without attending to it, and truths without the world’s believing him. This falsehood of the tongue leads to that of the heart, and in time depraves all its good dispositions.
The thing is, I was brought up to believe that all lying is wrong. But somewhere along these 80 years, things changed and for some people it became okay to lie as long as you were not caught. So the scenario was, you lie, and if everyone buys it, you let it go! Wrong! A lie is a lie. It’s not right. Ever. Deal with this, people, and stop all this obfuscation, this obstruction, this alternative fact stuff . Veritas. Truth. I want it back.
November 24, 2017
Incredibly grateful for family, friends and free parking spaces until the students come back.
November 17, 2017
Wheelin’, Dealin’, Idealin’
Just a thought. If deals (Trump) can bring about world peace, then okay! Let’s do it. Get North Korea to the table and start talking. Exchange goods and services, buy and sell, encourage commerce, not warheads.
Because ideals (Obama) like honesty, integrity and morality don’t seem to be very effective.
November 10, 2017
I’m not trying to be unpatriotic or disloyal to my country. But our president just keeps on getting it wrong. After the murders in the Texas church, he says that it’s not about guns. Oh no, it’s about mental health. Well, in that case, why did he rescind Obama’s order to make it harder for people with mental health problems to get guns? And then he says, if it wasn’t for that truck driver having a gun, thousands more might have been killed. Oh please. The guy drives his truck after the assassin had left the church and follows him for 10 miles and then shoots him in the foot, even though the murderer actually shoots himself. Just get it right, Donald. Please.
November 3, 2017
Gosh! The news has gotten so disturbing, I’m afraid to turn the tv on. Indictments, lies, guilty pleas, misstatements, finger pointing (at Hillary of course), distractions, and now another killing spree (by truck) in New York. More finger pointing (those awful immigrants) and Trump’s Cabinet people who seem hell bent to destroy the very office to which they are appointed. The Environmental Protection Secretary is determined to bring back coal into the atmosphere. The Education Secretary promotes private schools and God knows what trouble Rick Perry plans to do with Energy.
Good news? Ummm. I’m trying. Ummm. Maybe next week.
October 27, 2017
So my prescription bottle for high blood pressure pills says, “no more refills.” Hum. I hem and haw and finally call the doctor’s office which has a hot line for refilling prescriptions. I leave my name there. Nothing happens. After a few hours I call the office directly and am told everyone is busy and leave my name and problem and they’ll get back with me. Nothing. Nothing . Finally, “ding, ding” message from my pharmacy, my prescription is ready. !!!
I’m a little put out. I have managed to get my prescription filled without seeing or talking to one human being. Like, doesn’t anyone want to know if my blood pressure is okay? I guess this is very efficient, but hello! Is anyone there? I’m not complaining. I really didn’t want to go to the doctor’s office anyway. It’s just the principle I guess.
October 20, 2017
Touchdown! Arms raised in victory! Or the frantic two handed “T” for a time out. And we have some classic hand gestures like Trump’s “thumbs up” sign when his poll numbers are good. Or the “thumbs down” as a measure of disapproval, truly classical as it was used by Caesar to show no mercy to a hapless gladiator. Not to mention the “thumb the nose at” or as it’s known as “the five finger salute” probably replaced nowadays by expletives and blatant bad language.
I’m going nowhere with this. It’s been a slow week.
October 13, 2017
The Eyes Have It.
Eye movements for the Trump Era;
Eye roll. Another golf weekend?
Sideways look. Is he serious?
Squint. What is he talking about? Cofeve.
October 6, 2017
Common courtesy. Have we forgotten all about it? It’s when someone sneezes and you say “God Bless You.” You don’t have to really think God will bless you, you may not even believe in God. It certainly isn’t going to cure your ailment; but it’s just common courtesy.
So if a funeral procession goes by, it’s just common courtesy to stand respectfully, or at least refrain from loud laughter or obscene gestures. So it should be when the national anthem is sung. It’s just common courtesy to stand quietly, don’t continue to laugh and play, or anything. It doesn’t matter how you feel about the nation or its treatment of people of color or anything. Just stand or kneel if you want, quietly until it’s over. It won’t kill you.
And BTW, Spokesperson Sanders accuses anyone who wants to talk about gun control of “politicizing” a tragedy such as the Las Vegas massacre. It’s not politics. It’s policy. And now is exactly the time to talk about banning automatic weapons. When the rat-a-tat sound of 100 rounds of bullets per minute is still echoing in our ears.
September 29, 2017
My Reverse Bucket List
Things I vow I’ll never do again;
Red seats at the Reds game
Butler County Fair
And BTW, has it ever occurred to anyone that in the 8 years of Obamacare, no one has come up with a better plan because THERE IS NO BETTER PLAN??? Even with a Republican President and Republican majorities in both houses, no one has come up with a health care plan that a majority favors. In fact, people in wheelchairs and waving signs have flooded the Senate office buildings in Washington to protest any attempt to repeal or replace the ACA. Give it up.
September 22, 2017
Iphone the Almighty
Probably as a result of my overzealous weeding yesterday, I woke up this morning with the tip of my index finger swollen, red and throbbing with pain. And sure enough, I find on the internet the very same index finger swollen, red and throbbing, a result of aggravated arthritis and treatable with hot and cold compresses. I’m so impressed. What used to be my “telephone” is now my doctor, encyclopedia, auto mechanic, nutritionist, cook, landscape consultant, yellow pages, family archivist, game player, librarian and camera.
I know. In spite of my Iphone being omnipresent, omniscient and omnipotent, it is not God. It seems powerless (no pun intended) to prevent hurricanes, unfortunate election results or fat dictators with funny hair cuts. But who knows. Maybe soon.
September 15, 2017
Leave Home While You Can!
Talk about a perfect storm. This weekend will see a return of warm weather, clear skies, Miami Homecoming featuring a rival football game with neighboring Cincinnati, high school reunion parties and of all things, a neighborhood picnic. Parking will be at a premium and loud groups of inebriated college students will prevail. Evacuation is mandatory.
September 8, 2017
STICKS AND STONES. OUCH.
There’s been a complaint on Facebook about the comments and how nasty they have become. It’s true, and what bothers me the most is not the bad spelling or the swearing, although that is bad too, but the name calling. Libtard, whatever that is, or snowflake or whatever. And we can blame Trump for that because all throughout the campaign, he called out names; “crooked” Hillary, “lying” Ted, and he would say it all the time, so many times that eventually I’ll bet some people began to believe it was true.
“Sticks and stones may break my bones, but names will never hurt me”. Well, yes, names DO hurt. They DO count. So just stop it.
September 1, 2017
A neighboring town which will be unnamed so I don’t embarrass anyone, is more like a speedbump on a state route. Along the one main road which you can transverse in 2 minutes, there’s a bar, two churches, a historical marker designating it as the birthplace of a fairly obscure national baseball manager, a small public park and as of the census of 2010, a population of 561.
But for several years now, well, three exactly, they have been celebrating the end of summer with the “Annual Reunion and Fall Festival” and I make note of this because of the featured events. Starting off with the “new” “Tombstone Trail Walk”, which features a walk from the downtown park to the cemetery and back, the two day celebration will have live music, with local bands including the Honky-Tonk Heroes, the women’s iron skillet toss, a football throw, a grand parade, a tractor tire flip, corn hole tournament, German beer garden, classic car and tractor show, Texas Poker and cash raffle, a Town’s Got Talent contest, encouraging those who can “sing, dance, play an instrument, tell a story, crow like a rooster, call the hogs, juggle, whistle or whatever” to participate. The weekend will end with a community church service and a special award to the widow of the founder of the first festival, three years ago, who lived next to the park and stored stuff in his garage.
So go for it, all 561 residents! Happy Festival to you!
August 25, 2017
Finally I get to say something good about the president. I watched him work the line of marines at the base in Arizona and he was tireless in signing autographs, posing for selfies and what was heartwarming was how happy and excited those young people were. Good. Sorry that some of them may be going back to Afghanistan.
Topic II. Thursday 15000 kids will be returning to Oxford, and probably 14,999 will bring their cars. One per cent of them will be from China, will speak minimal English and have no idea what a speed limit is. Brace yourself, Townies. It’s Move In Day Again.
August 18, 2017
The Likes of Which . . .
The trouble with having a fifth grade vocabulary is that you are forced to use the same words over and over again. So our president, in describing his retaliation at North Korea if they shoot any more missiles in our direction, says he will let loose fire and fury, “the likes of which the world has never seen.” Yawn. We’ve heard that many times, sir; the crowds at your inauguration, the anti-muslim celebration in New Jersey after 9/11, and on and on.
So how about the weeds in my garden, the likes of which the world has never seen? My grandchildren, the likes of which the world . . .? the traffic on High Street when the students return, the likes of which . . .? this year’s corn and blueberry crop, the likes of which . . .? It kinda loses its punch, doesn’t it, when repeated ad infinitum, ad nauseam.
Just stop talking. Stop tweeting. Please. Give us a break.
Too late. He just ranted again, the likes of which this country has never heard.
August 11, 2017
The good news, if it’s at all possible, is that truth has come front and center. Everyone now realizes that it’s really important to tell the truth and also to recognize when someone is not telling the truth or that perhaps the truth is there but in disguise. Sad that a majority of Americans feel they cannot trust the president’s words, but that’s what happens eventually to habitual liars.
Oh well, we’ll carry on. Vacation time for just about everyone in the world. Putin, all the news anchors, Melania, the Obamas. Not Trump, of course, or that Korean dude with the most god-awful haircut. Don’t we wish they WOULD take a two week break! No tweets! No nuclear threats! Oh please.
August 4, 2017
Open Letter to Not My President
Dear Fake President Trump;
Are you going to explain the words of your former communications director to your 11 year old son, Baron? Perhaps you could tell all the parents in America how they can explain to their children what that man said. You could, at the least, explain what the Mooch meant when he described an anatomical maneuver that only a giraffe could pull off.
And BTW, please keep your twitters restricted to pictures of little kittens and wild animal rescues. Thanks. Remember, tweets are not laws.
Yours in the hope you go on vacation and never come back,
P.S. Oh, never mind. Scaramouch has probably been promoted by now to Secretary of Morals and Acceptable Speech.
July 28, 2017
Too much rain. I appreciate the growth result, the lush lawn, the healthy lilacs and the outstanding corn, but OMG, the weeds! I just finish one spot, turn around, and they’re BACK!
July 21, 2017
SORRY EXCUSE FOR A BLOG; MIDSUMMER DRY SPELL
News story. A six year old girl gets attacked by an alligator. She escapes by sticking her fingers up his nose. WHAT?? I hope that doesn’t happen to me because I’m not sure I know just where an alligator’s nose IS.
July 14, 2017
Yuge and Bigly Words
Ah, the dictionary, one more thing, like the phone book or the encyclopedia, made obsolescent by the IPhone. So I get to use “crepuscular” and “kaleidoscopic” to describe the four skunks that appeared last night as they rapidly scurried back and forth on the cement walk picking up the meat scraps offered by Grammy’s evening buffet. The black and white pattern formed by the beautiful fur of these crepuscular animals was kaleidoscopic! I enjoy them bigly!
July 7, 2017
You Won’t Remember This
Fun Facts from David Letterman, 2009. Yes, I can reuse blogs. They’re called summer reruns and everybody’s doing it.
Early species of hyenas did not laugh. They just pointed and said “good one.”
Each year the average citizen inhales 44 pounds of dryer lint.
Evil Knievel had a brother named “good.”
The Chinese are supposedly close to developing a submarine that can travel above water.
June 30, 2017
The Quick Solution
In this day and age of super modern technology, Wi Fi,, I phone, cable TV, DVR, internet connection, Echo, for example, I have learned that the best way to fix something that is not working, or connecting, or doing its job, is to simply unplug. Wait. Plug it back in.
Unless, of course, it’s great aunt Flossie on her life support. Probably not a good idea.
June 23, 2017
Nobel Peace Prize for Trump
Go for it, Donald! Forget principles, morals, and human rights. Forget the environment, health care, or truth. Just get all the countries on the planet to import and export all their goods. Make deals with everybody so we’re buying and selling all over the world; China, Saudi Arabia, Qatar, wherever you have or plan to have a luxury hotel. People will be so busy with their stuff that they won’t have time to shoot, bomb and kill. There we have it! World Peace! Yeah!
June 16, 2017
Notes from Oxford Police Blotter
Neighbors report to police that a man is walking down the street with a chain saw over his shoulder accompanied by a woman pushing an empty stroller. When accosted by police officer, the man admits he stole the chain saw while the woman maintains she thought the stroller had been abandoned. So the man is handcuffed and put into the back of the patrol car. And when the policeman is off somewhere, the man squeezes through the screened partition between the front and back seats and escapes. He subsequently unlocks the handcuffs with a paper clip.
I am not making this up.
June 8, 2017
Papa Hemingway Revisited
I’m reading a new biography of Ernest Hemingway, the first to be written by a woman. She was able to read many previously inaccessible letters and documents and we learn a lot about the women in his life especially his mother. Shudder. She was not a good influence to say the least. What mother, for example, would send her son the pistol which his father used to commit suicide? Yikes.
June 1, 2017
The trees are especially beautiful and lush this year, perhaps because of the wet and cool spring. And I noticed a really odd ball tree, well, technically a seedling I suppose, flourishing away in the back yard along with the numerous ash, hemlock, oak and maples. I think the odd ball is a giant sequoia. Oh yes, I fell for the Tree Day Celebration and ordered one a few years ago and I guess I planted it because that’s what it appears to be. Talk about optimism. Right now it’s a stretch to say it’s a foot tall, but I’m keeping an eye on it.
Oh gosh. Suppose it matures and thrives and some day people will drive down West Collins Street and stop and point up to the sky and marvel at the Giant Sequoia towering over little Oxford town. If it’s big enough the owner of my 1/100th of an acre wood will hollow out a road through the trunk and charge a dollar to drive through it. Anything is possible.
May 25, 2017
Somewhere Over the Rainbow
So granddaughter, whose only previous travel experience has been family vacation trips from Cincinnati to Fr. Lauderdale, goes alone from Cincinnati to Orlando, changes terminals, and then boards a Delta/Virgin Airlines flight to London. Jaw dropping experience. The plane has an upstairs! Two hot meals with a menu! Window seat! Your own television! Wake up packet with toothbrush, toothpaste and wash cloth!
Wow. Dorothy! You’re not in Kansas anymore!
May 19, 2017
Nobel Peace Prize or Jail
Frankly, and I think I can say this in one Faulknerian sentence, if our current president, with all his failings in regard to his treatment of women, his incompetence in the basics of government, his embarrassing fifth grade vocabulary, his crass taste in Oval office décor, specifically the gold curtains, and his five minute attention span, if, in spite of all that, he can manage to make a deal with Russia, China and North Korea to effectively bring about a peace agreement and broker a similar agreement in the Middle East, then I will grant him a Nobel Peace Prize, vote for him in 2020, and be extremely grateful that the whole world is talking to each other and engaging in economic activity rather than threatening, bombing their own people and blowing themselves up. I mean it.
Unfortunately, or fortunately, depending on your political party, he may not be our president much longer.
May 12, 2017
Fooling the people.
May I be the first to recommend Sally Yates for President? What a refreshing taste of honesty, real facts, intelligence and genuine knowledge of the law. No more fake news, conniving, alternate facts and lack of transparency. Why are the White House visitors logs withheld? Why has any mention of Muslims been suddenly deleted from Trump’s campaign website?
Wait. He has a campaign website? Even though he won, albeit not the popular vote? Oh. He’s campaigning already for 2020. Good luck with that. You can fool some of the people some of the time, but not all the people . . . you know.
May 5, 2017
I’m reading an interesting book, LAB GIRL by Hope Jahren, which traces her development as a research scientist along with the evolution of a tree. And what is fascinating is her description of the birth of a leaf, the tremendous effort of the embryonic cotyledons, two tiny ready-made leaflets, that from a seed, inflate for temporary use and begin the photosynthesis that leads to the real leaf that makes sugar and then sends it down to the root that sends water up to the leaf that makes sugar, etc.etc.
And the wondrous part of this experience is that I’m looking out the window and seeing billions and billions of leaves in the process of growing, turning the back yard into a hugely lush garden of plants and trees and yes, dandelions.
Science. It’s a fact, Donald. And simply wondrous.
April 28, 2017
Music to my ears?
The starling. A bird so maligned in the modern world that our neighbor could take his gun, go out on the sidewalk and shoot them with impunity. They have been known to fall from the sky, birdnado style, and no one really cares. Ho hum. One hundred fewer starlings to poop on our cars or ravage our bird feeders.
But it turns out starlings are a lot smarter than we thought.. According to Elena Passarello in her charming book, ANIMALS STRIKE CURIOUS POSES, starlings can compose a four part courting song, consisting of one section each of whistle, warble, click and screech. The famed and eccentric Mozart had a three year relationship with a caged starling who actually edited his music. The composer would whistle a 5 measure theme, the starling would listen, whistle a different version back, changing a “g” to a “g sharp” for example, and Mozart would consider and then sometimes alter the original.
They say that starlings like to look humans directly in the eye. I can’t say that has ever happened to me. But I will say they certainly are a garrulous group and now that the doors are open, I’m listening for the whistle, warble, click and screech song.
April 21, 2017
The Wonder of it All.
Overwhelmed this week from birthday activities, mobile device intricacies and frustrations, state of the union, medical ethics and the wonder of spring which just keeps coming no matter what. Thanks for that.
April 14, 2017
Oh, the irony..
Does anyone else see the irony when President Trump decries the Syrian regime’s use of chemical weapons on its own people, when Trump himself has just signed an executive order that would rewrite Obama’s Clean Power Plan that would protect the atmosphere from 70 million tons of carbon pollution and result in 3600 fewer premature deaths and 90 thousand fewer asthma attacks on children?
The Environmental Protection Agency has been looking into the scientific data documenting the risks posed by greenhouse gases and recognizing that these emissions had contributed to public safety. The Trump budget would defund the EPA by 31 per cent and cut the staff by 20 per cent. Dump the Trump before we are all gasping for clean air.
April 7, 2017
Twitter into Oblivion. Please.
Oh how I miss Obama. And Michelle. And the girls. And honesty. And truth. And Congress doing their job.
Is our Fake President going to twitter himself into impeachment? Let’s hope.
March 31, 2017
Talk about a learning curve. In one day I learned
1. There are 100 pence in a British pound and at least five different coins.
2. Data is not text or talk and the amount of data used can be helped if you use WiFi which has to be turned on after a factory reset.
3. Factory resets can cause HAVOC.
4. The ACA lives! My postcards helped!
5. The Germans invented a towel holder that has instructions in 6 languages but only one short paragraph in English but I installed it myself anyhoo.
6. Grandaughters help A LOT when putting up curtains on the porch.
7. Spring came! Doors open! Birds Sing!
8. Life can be good!
March 24, 2017
Wrong. Just Wrong.
I know people are starving all over the world. When I was growing up we were instructed to remember the starving Armenians. But yesterday on CBS news (and it’s not fake) there were such disturbing pictures of children starving in Southern Sudan. And it’s even more awful when we have a president whose conspicuous consumption and terrible statements like “I’m so rich” emphasize how terribly thoughtless and uncaring he seems to be about suffering and poverty.
His proposed budget increases military spending and reduces foreign aid. Isn’t it more important that we feed those starving children than build better bombs? Man! What a topsy turvy world.
March 17, 2017
Good News and Bad News
The good news. High school kids have put together an ad for our local TV questioning our President’s competence. They cite his incessant twittering, his poor choice of cabinet members and his Muslim travel ban. They criticize our representative in Congress and call him out for supporting the Republican Health Care plan, not supporting Planned Parenthood and asking for a special prosecutor to look into the Russian connection to the last election.
The bad news. Our government is so out of whack that kids in high school are upset.
The good news. High school kids are paying attention to what is happening in Washington.
March 10, 2017
Is there no end to his effrontery? His top cop/attorney general lies to Congress. He rescinds the Obama executive order to keep guns out of the hands of the mentally ill. He breaks up immigrant families as they cross the border. He appoints a radical nut to be a permanent member of the National Security Council and then takes off to Florida for a weekend in the sun and golfing.
March 3, 2017
Draining the Swamp of Reality
Unfortunately words have lost their integrity. Trump’s speech to the joint session of Congress rings hollow. We have to watch what he does, not what he says. He lies, exaggerates, hints and distorts. He talks about “so called” crowds and “fake” news. He maintains that Jews are desecrating their own cemeteries and hints that Obama is somehow behind protests. Trump may be our president, but he’s still a lunatic.
February 24, 2017
The New Fired Up
Conversation heard outside a Miami professor’s office;
Coed 1. My boyfriend is really mad at me because I don’t get wasted enough.
(Professor expects Coed 2 to say something like what a jerk)
Coed 2. Here’s a tip. Have a drink or two BEFORE you go out.
My knitting group is properly shocked but not surprised. One knitter, who was a sorority advisor, said that they have “Fired Up” parties whereby they all start drinking before going to the uptown bars.
Then they fill water bottles (Evian anyone?) with vodka.
They boast about how many times they have passed out. They consider it a badge of honor, kind of like the Girl Scout Merit badges. Yikes.
February 17, 2017
I so appreciate the Westminster Kennel Dog Show, on tv last night from Madison Square Garden. The first hound was the Afghan, all that silky, flowing, beautiful hair! The Borzoi, from Russia. The Ibizan, first seen thousands of years ago on Egyptian tombs. The Irish wolf hound, tallest of all the dogs! Yuge! And the water hound, the only hound dog with webbed feet!
What a pleasure to hear about something that is irreproachably honest and also beautiful. These are some of the world’s finest animals, and it is so refreshing to be watching the real thing as opposed to all the hypocrisy and lies coming from our “so called” leaders.
I don’t even like dogs, but for two days in February, DOGS RULE!
February 10, 2017
Senator Elizabeth Warren is barred from reading Coretta Scott King’s letter criticizing the Attorney General nominee by Mitch McConnel’s invoking an obscure ruling from 1906 whose sole purpose was to prevent senators from physically hitting each other. But then he allows a MAN to finish reading the letter.
This has got to be FAKE NEWS.
February 3, 2017
Vetting, Canine and Political
Does the OM (Orange Man) realize that with one stroke of the pen he has insulted 1.2 billion people, approximately 19% of the world population?
On a lighter note, I do believe that puppies to be chosen for the Super Puppy Bowl are vetted more thoroughly than the candidates for Cabinet positions. After 80 puppies are selected by submitted videos, they are flown to New York where they are interviewed, examined by a vet, and put through various IQ, obedience and field tests. If they fall asleep, for example, on the field, they are automatically disqualified. Watch for Sable, the pup from Oxford, #26 who is on Team Fluff. Animal Planet. 3 p.m.
January 27, 2017
Sit Tight for a Wild Ride
I guess we might as well get used to jaw dropping statements from the new administration. The latest is from Kelly Ann Conway. She maintains that her dubious statement about the attendance record at the inauguration was not a lie, a falsehood or misrepresentation. Oh no. Get this. It was an “alternative fact.” Dear God. Four years of this malarkey?
And what’s even more startling, the gag orders. Federal departments are not allowed to tweet? Reveal anything? What is going on? And the list of federal agencies that will lose their funding? I’m all for paring down wasteful spending, but most of them will only affect women and the poor people of this country (ironically, probably Trump supporters).
It’s all pretty scary until you get on Facebook and realize that people are still funny, thoughtful and kind. Hang in there America. We will survive.
January 20, 2017
Quite a depressing week. Overcast, cloudy, downright damp. Congressional hearings on the cabinet picks; Education sect. who is clearly unqualified, Energy man who wanted to eliminate that very department but unfortunately couldn’t remember the name of it. Oops.
And finally the upcoming inauguration of OP (Orange President), also clearly unqualified for the job yet going to go on anyway.
Bright spots that keep me going; no snow, no snow removal expense, bountiful birds every morning, Jack wins a wrestling match, other grandkids seem to be happy. I’m still walking and talking and knitting, even though I’ll be eighty soon. Yikes.
January 13, 2017
Ave Atque Vale!
Hail and farewell! After watching Obama’s farewell speech last night, so many words come to mind; dignity, compassion, love, intelligence, patriotism . In eight years he has brought health insurance to 20 million uninsured, insurance for those with preexisting conditions, he revived a failing economy, brought race relations to a level of conversation, and Michelle, I cannot begin to describe. It was a remarkable speech and his continuing presence in the country’s history is a ray of hope.
Orange man, on the other hand, continues to speak with such chicanery and hyperbole, it’s really hard to listen for more than a few minutes. Great! Tremendous! Brilliant! Yuck.
January 6, 2017
The Eternal Male Ego
So Cicero in the first century B.C. writes to his friend Atticus relating how much people in Cilicia love him, want him to be king, and shower him with honors. “I am the best” he writes unabashedly. Hmmm. And now we will have a president, well, you know, who says in a New Yorker cartoon, while his hand is on the bible and the Supreme Court justice is administering the (shudder} you know what, “”…and will to the best of my ability, which is terrific ability, by the way. Everyone agrees, I have fantastic ability. So there’s no problem with my ability, believe me …”
December 30, 2016
The Old, Old Story
Greetings from Christmas cards reveal that my old friend has a much younger boy friend and together they have traveled the world. “He keeps me young” she writes. Dick van Dyke, in his nineties, is married to a forty year old and writes the same. “She keeps me young.” WRONG. You may feel youthful and granted it may be refreshing, but trust me, it’s an illusion. You’re still approaching or surpassing 80 which is – HELLO -- OLD. Embrace it. Sit down. Wait for the end.
December 23, 2016
Definitely His Fault
I remember once last year seeing the Pittsburgh Steelers dressed like bumble bees. Now this year the Seattle Seahawks are playing Thursday night football looking like green neon aliens from outer space. Wha? Who’s making these decisions? Why?
Maybe we can blame Trump. Sure. Why not. Let the blame game begin!
December 16, 2016
In light of the new administration’s picks for the Cabinet of Deplorables – an education secretary who doesn’t believe in public education, an environmental protection chief who scoffs at global warming and now a department of energy secretary who wanted to eliminate the agency completely – I fear a humongous cultural shift to the rear, a recidivism.
My answer. Double my contributions to all the private organizations that will continue our path to tolerance, public education, promotion of scientific investigation and efforts to preserve the natural world. Jeesh.
December 9, 2016
The Hans Christian Anderson story about the King who was tricked into believing he was smart and suited for his job
And finally a little child yelled, “The Emperor has no clothes!”
“The Orange Man has no brains!”
On second thought,
WRONG”. He’s smart. But I’m just having a problem coming to terms with a Trump presidency.
And his cabinet of deplorables.
December 2, 2016
NOONE’S GOING TO STEAL MY CHRISTMAS!
I look forward to Christmas this year, especially since it appears that the Trumpster is not going away. Au contraire, he’s coming to Cincinnati for a rally . A rally? He won already! How can he have a rally without putting someone down, offending a group of citizens, promoting violence or telling lies?
Anyhoo, let Christmas begin. I happened to catch the last 10 minutes of The Grinch, when he has stolen all the presents and is snickering at the Who People who have come out of their houses and are standing in a circle, holding hands and singing! No crying! They don’t care about presents! They just love each other! That’s what counts!
Kind of a stretch, but somehow the Grinch looks a lot like Trump only a different color. Let’s hope for a similar conversion and he starts to realize that money/things isn’t everything.
November 25, 2016
Oh What a Beautiful Morning!
When looking at the potential leaders of our country for the next four years, and fighting despair, bigotry, the dismantling of our environmental protections, and the mindless tweets of a wholly self absorbed orange man, I take heart from the words of e e cummings;
“I thank you God for most this amazing day
For the leaping greenly spirits of trees and a blue true dream of sky;
and for everything which is natural which is infinite which is yes.”
So I wake every morning to a “most this amazing day”.
I will be hopeful.
November 18, 2016
From George Burns’ biography of Gracie Allen
Uncle Barnum Allen once claimed he grew grapefruits so big that 8 of them would make a dozen.
Gracie decided that horses must be deaf because she saw so few of them at concerts.
I was so surprised at birth that I didn’t speak for a year and a half.
George; Did the maid ever drop you on your head when you were a baby?
Gracie; Don’t be silly, George. We couldn’t afford a maid. My mother had to do it.
George; What’s the date?
Gracie; I don’t know.
George; Well, look in the newspaper.
Gracie; That won’t do any good. It’s yesterday’s paper.
November 11, 2016
Be a good sport.
Cubs win! Indians lose! Trump wins! Hillary loses! No lawsuits. No claims it was rigged. Just good sportsmanship, please.
Let this past week be a lesson. Live with it. No whining.
November 4, 2016
So I can spend the morning looking at a potato that resembles a princess, reading a discussion comparing Mozart and Prince, watching a Scotsman in a kilt playing Thunderstruck on flaming bagpipes, a baby emu rolling over like a dog, innumerable cute baby pictures, friends on Caribbean cruises, or hundreds of examples why no one should vote for Trump
Put on my shoes and go out and repair my Hillary sign which was vandalized ( but repairable) overnight.
Yes, I will.
October 28, 2016
As we close in on single digit days before the election, I can think of some real positives that have evolved from a predominantly negative campaign season;
1. people on the internet are much more aware of the reliability of sources. A recent post declaring Hillary’s membership in the KKK brought out hundreds of requests for links, sources, and then a revelation that the sources were extreme right wing publications. Good for everyone.
2. no more locker room talk. I’ll bet sexual assault talk will be more muted than previously allowed, especially among males of all ages. Fewer wolf whistles, groping incidents and unwanted advances from bosses or stars. Thanks, Donald.
3. the possibility that only really qualified people will volunteer to run for political office. The relentless and justified criticism of the truly unfit candidate for president should scare away any deplorable thinking he can become president.
4. the glass ceiling will have been shattered. Just as Obama opened up the possibility of any Afro-American being president, so now any woman can imagine doing the same. Yeah! At last!
October 21, 2016
Oh Yes. It’s the Teacher’s Fault Once Again.
How did THAT MAN’s supporters graduate from high school and still be so ignorant? How can they say on national television that a president can jail a political opponent? How can one tell me that Hillary wants to take away his guns? Surely teachers are teaching otherwise. But is anyone listening or learning?
My theory is that our schools place too much emphasis on sports. Not that they aren’t healthy, that they encourage good sportsmanship or they promote teamwork. All good. But they also inherently place special value on winning. Remember the beginning of this (shudder) campaign? And the orange monster kept saying, “I’m a WINNER! I’ll win for you! Vote for the winner!”
Dear God in Heaven. Grant us some THINKING people and direct them to the voting booth November 8th.
October 14, 2016
The Power of Words
Learned a new word this week. “Rodomontade”. Had to google it. It means “boastful” and comes from the Italian comic opera figure and literally means “he who rolls away the mountain.”
How fitting when the current political picture is just crazy with words, some true, some disgusting, some supposedly used in the men’s locker room. My favorite words used to describe you know who;
October 7, 2016
I’m With Her For Sure, 100 Per cent
Yes, I’m with Hillary because she’s
And she’s a GRANDMA!
And that other guy is most certainly none of the above.
September 30, 2016
I am not one to decorate my car with bumper stickers, signs or decals of any kind. I think I can safely say I have NEVER affixed anything to my window, bumper or anything. But this year, it’s happening. And it’s not for Hillary, Donald or any politician. In fact I am proudly displaying on the rear window of my expensive (for me) Ford Escape the decals of 5 different universities where my grandchildren are currently enrolled or graduated. I am inordinately proud that my children are contributing to the future welfare of this country by furthering the education of their children in spite of the crippling expense. So Kudos, Kids! Six more to go!
September 23, 2016
Good old days. Bring em back.
Or on the other hand, these new devices, the phone, the computer, the cars, are they too smart for their own good? Are they outsmarting themselves? In the period of one day, my daughter’s new car reported the tire pressure was low, mandating a trip to the garage where after a complete check up, nothing was found. That same afternoon my son’s phone kept going in and out while mine played the now familiar trick of sending the incoming call directly to voice mail.
Now granted it might be better to be informed of a potential flat tire rather than, as in the old days, you go out in the morning only to find it a done deal. But I never had any trouble with calls fading away with the old wired up phone. Nor did they ever fail to deliver the voice of the caller, no matter what.
The old typewriter never suddenly deleted whatever I had just typed. It worked whether I was connected on line or even plugged in.
Suddenly I miss the old Corona, little black carrying case with silver flip fastener and all.
September 16, 2016
Progress . What Is It?
If I live much longer, I’m going to be the only person on the planet who remembers the dial phone. You know where you find the hole with the number in it, insert your finger and pull the dial around until it hits the little silver thingy, then remove the finger, wait until the dial goes back, find the second number, insert the finger again, repeat repeat. Luckily most numbers were only four digits long. CUMBERSOME!
Or the manual typewriter. Stick the paper behind the roller, turn the knob until it pops up in front, bang the correct key so the little metal hammer jumps out onto the ribbon which then imprints the paper. Keep going until the bell rings, then yank the silver handle all the way over to the left to start another line. And beware of making a mistake. There was no turning back.
Or my mother telling HER mother that there was no more need to slam the heavy flat iron onto the wrinkled clothes because now they had electric irons that heated themselves. And this is the same woman (my Nana) who hauled water in buckets up the hill to the kitchen from the well and churned her own butter by hand.
So the smart phone nowadays knows all the phone numbers and does all the work for you with a little tap. The word processor and printer, again, require only the lightest touch. And as for the ironing, what is it anyway? My daughter doesn’t even own an iron.
And this explains why we have to go to the gym for exercise, why we’re out running our hearts out in marathons or playing pickle ball to keep in shape. The daily life that was once a physical work out has morphed to nothing.
I guess it’s progress. But you gotta wonder.
September 9, 2016
Chain Saw Power
I am emboldened.
I am woman. Hear me roar.
I have chain saw power.
Tree limbs fall. Dead branches disintegrate.
Paths are cleared. Bushes pruned.
I am woman. Hear me roar.
Oh, and pass the band aids.
September 2, 2016
CAPITALS SHOUT! AMAZE!
Hummingbirds cannot walk or hop. Their tiny feet (and I have seen them up close and they ARE TINY) facilitate their distance flying and are only good for perching on very small branches and for scratching.
Hummingbirds weigh less than a nickel.
Their wings flap 50 to 200 times per SECOND!
The ruby throated hummingbird flies 500 miles across the Gulf of Mexico NON STOP!
WOW! (redundant amazement)
August 26, 2016
All last week I sporadically watched the Olympics, mostly the prime time running and swimming. Where and when were the equestrians? The discus? The rowing? All those medals! So how about an event anyone could qualify for? How about sitting?
Oh yes. I’m good at that. I could go for the couch sitting. The approach. The landing. The dismount! There could be different apparatus rotations. The chair, the porch swing, the bar stool. Or varied venues, like sitting on the fence or on the wall. How about a sit in? Or just sitting out? Let’s face it. For retirees, sitting is practically a 24/7 occupation. I’m going for the gold!
August 19, 2016
Not only is the nightly news mostly bad – fires, floods, riots, shootings and crazy Presidential candidates – but the ads inbetween are just as depressing. They try to sell me something for my constipation, diarrhea, muscle aches and pains, sleep deprivation, erectile dysfunction, headache, dry eyes and over active bladder, just to name a few.
I would really like to see some ads trying to sell me something cheerful, something I would really be motivated to buy, like a lovely bouquet of flowers, a good book, music, a trip to the Bahamas. How about a one minute commercial promoting fun games for the family, a comfortable chair, a walk in the park? (Oh, okay, that one is probably free).. Let’s hear the music and famous celebrity selling jewelry, bicycles or a sure fire best seller . . . Chocolate Cake!
On with a Commercial Revolution! Then we could all leave the nightly news a little happier!
August 12, 2016
It’s Going To Be Okay!
I had the privilege of spending five days with some members of the next generation, namely my children and grandchildren. I’m relieved to report that they do not spend their lives with their noses in their phones, texting their friends , playing Pokemon , unable to write cursive or distinguish between “your” and “you’re.” In fact, at a recent gathering, they were tossing a football, sitting around and TALKING!, sketching, playing badminton, picking up trash, not making it, and generally being really nice people. (Okay, a little bias here I’ll admit)
They all had phones which they used to supply music, fact check opinions and information and take pictures. And a further benefit to being part of modern technology – someone set up a link in which all the pictures could be seen and everyone could add his own pictures. So we had an instant record of grandparents, hoverboard thrills, softball game casualties, aunts, uncles, cousins, first, second or once removed and old friends. Wow.
So let that other candidate whose name rhymes with Chump rant and rave how our country is going to the dogs. I’m here to say we are in the hands of a next generation who are thoughtful, smart, well informed and positive. Phew! We’re going to be okay.
August 5, 2016
The Wild Ones
Do hummingbirds have personalities? Evidently. I always thought they were people friendly, but this year the one bird that comes around the feeder, takes a look at me and darts away. I think he comes back when I’m not there, because the nectar is definitely going down. Anyhow, life among the wild is interesting. It’ll get more interesting when the real wild ones come back from summer break and Miami starts up again in a few weeks.
And BTW, (and this really is the last word) let me be one of the first to predict that Donald Trump will drop out of the race. He would never tolerate being a LOSER.
July 29, 2016
One last word
The last word from me about Donald Trump. He describes his lying as “truthful hyperbole.” Wrong Donald. There is nothing truthful about hyperbole. In other words, an oxymoron, with the emphasis on MORON.
July 22, 2016
THIS IS PROGRESS!
Let’s see. Over two thousand years ago, Vergil wrote “Omnia vincit amor.” “Love conquers all.” And we’re just now discovering that?
July 15, 2016
Poke a what?
The scene; my porch and the sidewalk in front.
The players; me on the porch swing and three middle school age kids.
The dialogue. Nothing.
The action; kids walk slowly up the walk, phones in hand. One kid turns and walks away. The other two briefly consult, but mainly look at phones continually.
Question; What is the matter with kids these days?
Answer; POKEMON GO !
July 8, 2016
America. Hang in There!
With all the depressing things going on -- explosions in the Middle East, shootings in Chicago, gridlock in Washington, name calling on the campaign trail (Stop it, Donald), it was such an uplifting Fourth of July . In spite of the rain and cold, the American spirit goes on! What a treat to see so many young people, all decked out in patriotic colors, flags and bunting. Our local parade still flourishes and lines up in front of my house. Girl Scouts, United Way, horses with carriages, horses with riders, and the Senior Center Float, adorned with gray heads and white heads, lots of red white and blue hats and banging on pots and pans, ringing cow bells and playing kazoos. That particular float goes past my house, they wave, I wave. Then five minutes later, they go past again. Oops. Forgot where to go?
Hooray for the Red White and Blue! Now all we need is a woman president. Go Hillary!
July 1, 2016
GENIUS OF BIRDS by Jennifer Ackerman contains more than any sane person would want to know about birds. From the chapter “Four Hundred Tongues” we learn that Thomas Jefferson had a pet mockingbird that sang to him at night. Birds “hoot, yodel, caw, wail, rattle, chit, seet and sing like angels.” A syrinx, a structure with cartilage and two membranes that vibrate with air flow, embedded deep in a bird’s throat, is responsible. Some species can contract and relax these tiny vocal muscles with submillisecond precision -- more than a hundred times faster than the blink of a human eye.
Some birds can manipulate the organ to imitate human speech. A bullfinch was trained to sing “God Save the King”. A gray catbird could sound taps. And after weeks of silence, a parakeet spoke his first words,” Talk, damn you, talk!”
June 24, 2016
Cleveland, Fashion Capital of . . .
I have been watching basketball games all my adult life as a parent , beginning with 6th grade girls, high school varsity, 6th grade boys and junior high boys. So I have some idea what is happening on the court. I know all about the pick and roll, and I know how to get to downtown. I hadn’t watched a professional basketball game for at least a year, though, until last week when I just had to watch Game 7 and the imminent triumph of the Cleveland Cavaliers. Oh my goodness. First of all, what awful colors for a team. Black and orange? Halloween? And why are some guys wearing knee socks? And some, what appears to be panty hose? All those terrible tattoos! And the worst offense to my fashion standards, the silly hairdo of one guy, who seems to have asked the barber to cut his hair so he’ll resemble a poodle. Oh dear.
But no matter. Cleveland won a title after 50 years of drought. Now on to the Republican Convention. Can’t wait. Not that Republicans will show any diversity or imaginative hair dos. The best we can hope for are some silly straw hats like Minnie Pearl’s.
June 17, 2016
Freedom, Our Inalienable Right
I hope I am repeating what is being said all over the country after the Orlando massacre. This is America. We have many freedoms, one of which is freedom of religion. This means one is free to be a radical Christian or a radical Muslim if one so chooses.. What one is not free to do is murder. That’s why we have laws.
And surely it would help if one is a little less free to buy an assault weapon. You need a license to drive a car (a potential deadly weapon), to carry a pistol. You need a permit to purchase certain drugs, to go hunting, to build a house or to own a dog. Certainly we should ask some sort of background check or permit for those who would buy assault weapons. After all, what are you going to do with an AK 47? Not hunting squirrels, not target practice, not self- defense. It’s for ASSAULT, something that happens usually on the battle field.
If only Congress had some guts. The law that recently lifted the assault weapon ban was voted for overwhelmingly by Republicans. Even their idol Ronald Reagan said that assault weapons should be banned.
So vote, people. And vote for sensible, patriotic American Democrats.
June 10, 2016
Good Lord! What’s Next?
So! I who have lived through beer pong tournaments, corn hole games, fire pit extravaganzas (let’s burn a bike!) throw the chair in the tree, decorate telephone wires with sneakers, am now facing the latest student craze; throwing knives into large pieces of wood propped up against a wall or fence. No problem except for the humongous THUMP! I guess it’s okay except for the potential problem of an errant weapon or a misbegotten murder after a drunken argument. Anyhow, they’re gone for the summer. Revel in the uptown parking spaces! No long lines at Starbucks! Students! Can’t live with ‘em, can’t live without ‘em.
June 3, 2016
Back Yard Drama or Epitome of my Evening Entertainment
The Scene; back yard cement walk
The Players; 2 skunks, 1 cat, 1 raccoon and yours truly on the other side of the screen door.
The Main Event; 6 pieces of polish sausage
All players arrive virtually at the same time. Much posturing. First to leave, the cat, totally outclassed as a wild animal.
Skunk tails up! You know what that means. Evidently the raccoon knows also, because he is next to retreat.
Skunks win! This time.
May 27, 2016
Tips for Life
What I learned at Knitters Group this week;
Someone’s husband will come to my house and remove Windows 10… for a pie.
A baby alpaca is called a cria.
How to shear a sheep, where to send the wool, how to spin it.
It’s okay to dumpster dive.
May 20, 2016
From the Oxford Press police reports;
Complaints of a noise violation leads officers to a loud party on South Poplar Street. Student residents are advised of the problem and issued a citation. An hour later, the loud music having returned, the police come back and give the kid another ticket. Student, by now fairly well inebriated, complains loudly. “You just gave me a ticket! Why do I get another one?”
Late at night, outside an uptown bar, a drunk student falls into the street and the police are called. Noting the slurred voice, odor of alcohol and the “I’m of age” bracelet, the officer asks to see his ID. Ascertaining that the ID is a fake, the police proceed to bring him to the station and book him. The kid, seeing that he is about to get a citation, admits to everything and then asks, “Can I have my ID back?” When being told it will be held for evidence, really dumb kid remonstrates, “But I need it to get into bars so I can drink with my friends.”
Oh, duh. Just graduate, kids. Leave town and go run for president.
May 13, 2016
Mourning doves love to sit together on a favorite branch. Often for quite a long time. Kinda like an old married couple.
MD1; Why are you picking at yourself so much?
MD2: I have an itch under my wing.
MD1; Well, stop it. It’s annoying.
MD2; You’re bobbing your head again, like a common pigeon.
MD1; I’m trying to see around your fat tail.
MD2; Here, I’ll turn around so we’re facing the same way.
MD1; You’re still scratching.
MD2; What kind of bird are you? It’s called preening and everybody does it.
MD1: Not as vigorously as you’re doing. Stop it.
MD2; If you don’t stop nagging, I’ll fly to another branch. Actually, here I go anyway,
MD1; I’m right behind you.
Flap flap. Life goes on.
MAY 6, 2016
LEARNING ALL THE TIME
Things I have learned this week.
Don’t keep your phone on the charger all the time. It eats energy like a goldfish eats food and eventually swells up and kills itself. OMG. It happened to me.
My new little flip up phone (related to a flip flop?) replacement, even though quite simple, has a camera, (once again I took a delightful picture of my knee), an internet connection and voice mail.
When there are multiple symbols on a button, it depends on what program you are in. Need a space bar? Press the button, even though it’s in the middle of the button #3, and voila! Same goes for the shift key, even though it’s third in line on button #1.
The cursor on my new phone is sometimes a blue outline.
When all else fails, get in your car and drive to the nearest Verizon store.
And as for the computer, when your mouse suddenly disappears, or freezes, check your batteries. New ones will clear it up!
April 29, 2016
You Know of Whom I Speak
BOMBAST! Speech that is pretentious, full of big words signifying nothing. According to some sources, originating in the German “baum wolle”, a tree wool used for padding or stuffing. But probably from the Bombax tree family, a tree known for showy leaves, dried fruit and a woody pulp. Most unlikely of all, from the ancient Greek “bombax!” meaning “ Wonderful!” “ Marvelous!”
April 22, 2016
Spring or Something has Sprung
My eyesight is definitely weakening. I like to blame it on allergies, but I confess it is probably old age. So I look across the street, and I see something colorful where previously there was nothing. It’s either yellow and red tulips OR, because it is student housing, yellow beer bottles and red paper cups. I look again. Oh wait, the mother was visiting yesterday. OKAY! Tulips!
April 15, 2016
No Words for This Guy
Ted Kruz. What an idiot. He comments on New York values. YOU know what they are, he sneers. Liberalism, pro abortion, same sex marriage. Shudder.
New York values. How about equality for women? Equal pay for equal work? How about freedom of religion? How about not having to show your birth certificate to go to the bathroom? How many times do we have to mention the courage of the first responders on 9/11?
The Dumbing Down of Americans
I hope this isn’t true, but it would appear that people are losing certain mental capabilities by giving them over to devices such as phones. If you don’t use it you lose it.
We no longer have to REMEMBER anything, Phone numbers, addresses, library due dates, birthdays, recipes, the list goes on.
We no longer have to CALCULATE anything. In fact, why do they even teach math anymore? I haven’t had to multiply or divide for years. Long division? What’s that?
We no longer have to PREDICT anything. The weather app takes care of that.
We no longer have to WONDER about anything. Just ask Siri.
And as if we need any more evidence, just look at who’s running for President for the Republican party and who’s voting for them.
April 1, 2016, and this is no joke!
Fly Away, Hat of Kings!
So Bernie Sanders, while speaking in Portland Oregon last week, was visited by a sparrow who hopped on the stage and then on the podium, right in front of the senator. Ah, if only he had hopped on the candidate’s head, snatched off his hat, flew high into the sky and then returned back to replace the hat. Then we’d know Bernie is the next president for sure because that is exactly what happened to Ancus Marcius, the fourth king of Rome, on his way into the city to claim the throne. “It’s a sign!” yelled his mother, Tanaquil, a renowned prophetess.
Alas, we’re not fortunate enough to have a renowned prophetess to interpret the behavior of the unfortunate sparrow. We just have the Donald, the polls, the media pundits and the man on the street to leave us guessing who will be our next king. And it sure is a guess, still.
March 25, 2016
Spring Cleaning Fever
What is it about the warmer weather, the return of the robins and finches, the frantic nest building, Spring Break or the rise of the naked ladies that makes me want to clean the house? And I do. I really do. I even had a professional carpet cleaner in for that white/gray/spotted rug. Maybe it has something to do with warming of the blood in the veins or thyroid activity. Or perhaps it’s that I haven’t cleaned since Christmas and the extra daylight hour is revealing a LOT of dust kitties under the bed and a gray covering on the woodwork. Get out that oil rag and get scrubbing!
March 18, 2016
Day One. I seem to have won the “Mouse in the kitchen” war only to find myself in battle with a woodpecker who is determined to make a sizeable hole in the chimney. And it turns out that yelling up the flue at the top of my voice, “Ding Dang It! Get out!” doesn’t seem to be effective
Day Two. Oh wait. I’m going to use that threat that’s as old as my children. “ Listen, Woodpecker. Don’t make me come up there!”
Day Three. Never mind. I removed the logs, lit a fire starter stick and it burned brightly for a few minutes. So far so good. No more woodpecker.
March 11, 2016
I’ll take the plain pine box thanks
From e. e. cummings, one of my all favorite poems;
When god lets my body be
From each brave eye shall sprout a tree
Fruit that dangles therefrom
The purpled world will dance upon
Between my lips which did sing
A rose shall beget the spring . . .
My strong fingers beneath the snow
Into strenuous birds shall go
My love walking in the grass
Their wings will touch with her face
And all the while shall my heart be
With the bulge and nuzzle of the sea.
Great idea, ideally and poetically. Unfortunately, some enterprising entrepreneur has devised and is selling a body bag (insert body in fetal position) to be planted with a tree seed. Voila! The tree sprouts “from each brave eye . . .” I don’t think so. Ick. Gross. Not quite ready for that.
March 4, 2016
Trump, Strumpet and Thumpers Win!
And what are we going to do for entertainment once the election is over? Oh, I get it. With Trump in the White House we can look forward to impending nuclear war, the KKK standing guard at the Washington Monument, a swim suit garbed first lady. The mind boggles.
February 26, 2016
The Moveable Vacuum Cleaner
The house across the street is a large, early twentieth century design, once owned by the mill’s owner, then his daughters and now occupied by student renters. Last year its sign was a ritzcracker box and, well, duh, entitled “The Ritz.” No sign this year, just an inflated plastic owl implanted on the roof of the porch, probably by the kid who regularly ran out onto the lawn throwing shoes, beer cans or whatever at the birds. New this year is an upright vacuum cleaner sitting on the front porch since November at least. Finally today, someone picked up all the other stuff…broken table and chairs, beer cans galore, red plastic cups, odds and ends of scrap lumber used for the snow fort, now melted into oblivion. This action is possibly connected to the arrival of an older man armed with a tape measure and shovel. He walked around, dug a few holes and then left. The mystery is not him, however, but the movement of the vacuum cleaner , not to go inside to maybe clean the house? But no, it is now sitting out in the middle of the lawn. Solo.
February 19, 2016
February. Let’s Omit It.
February’s (okay, what’s the plural of February -- Februaries? Februarys?} Anyhow, more than one February, actually, all the months of February, well, really, every February I have ever lived through has not been my favorite month. Despite the groundhog’s prediction, winter seems to be hanging on. The hawk just landed in the tree outside my window as I type, and is proceeding to viciously eviscerate a starling. The woodpecker attacked my chimney and a shower of soot flakes came down the flue and out onto the floor. On the positive side, the kids across the street managed to build (with the help of many recycling bins) a snow fort out of 2 inches of snow, which is now slowly melting away.
Anyhow, what should be the shortest month inevitably seems to be the longest. Let Spring arrive! Soon!
February 12, 2016
The Fully Functioning Wastebasket. A Saga.
So this is my world. New automatic opening, infra red doohickey, wastebasket arrives by FedEx. I install four new batteries. Nothing. I wave my hand per insttructions. Nothing. I turn it on. I turn it off. Nothing. I put in a new plastic liner (like I know that’s not the trouble, but it’s something I can do). More nothing. I take old, non functioning wastebasket, relieve it of its batteries, put them in the new. Voila! Lights flash, lids open and close! Hurray. So I take out batteries and return them to old basket and again install new batteries in the new basket. Suddenly the old basket turns on and starts opening its lid. So now I have two wastebaskets, fully functioning. Go figure.
Which all makes as much sense as Trump and Sanders.
February 4, 2016
A Total Blank
Things I’ll probably never understand;
Why the moon moves around in the sky.
A dominant fifth.
January 29, 2016
A Taxing Job and Joke
Tax preparation time. Time to get out last year’s and rethink. Time to recalculate. Time to make a list as to how I’m going to spend my refund. Time to get out Turbo Tax for 2015 and install. Just do it.
And to lighten the load, here’s one of my all time favorite jokes, by way of Roger Angell;
Teacher; Good morning, class. This is the first day of school and we’re going to introduce ourselves. I’ll call on you, one by one, and you can tell us your name and maybe what your dad or mom does for a living. You please, over at this end.
Small boy; My name is Irving and my dad is a mechanic.
Teacher; A mechanic! Thank you, Irving. Next?
Small girl; My name is Emma and my mom is a lawyer.
Teacher; How nice for you, Emma. Next?
Second small boy; My name is Luke and my dad is dead.
Teacher; O, Luke! How sad for you. We’re all very sorry about that, aren’t we, class? Luke, do you think you could tell us what Dad did before he died?
Luke (seizes his throat); He went “N’gungghhh!”
January 22, 2016
A Frightening Forecast
Remember “Sharknado”? When instead of a tornado, sharks fell out of the sky, wreaking havoc and destruction?
Enter a new word, “curzado”. A form of currency used in Brazil in the late 18th century. But eerily akin to “Cruznado”, a word I just made up, describing the national political climate and the presidential candidate Ted Cruz, who seems to be falling from the sky in frightening frequency and causing havoc with reason and destruction of the truth. He recently asserted that President Obama wants to take away your guns and Planned Parenthood should be defunded. Not to mention his denial of climate change, his opposition to same sex marriage or his willingness to bomb the Middle East.
Oh well. On to Trumpnado, an even more scary phenomenon.
January 15, 2016
Happiness is . . .
Happiness is a warm puppy? I don’t think so . It might be warm because it needs to be housebroken, not to mention obedience training, the constant feeding and poop scooping.
Happiness at this stage of my life is
1. grandchildren’s honors, awards, accomplishments, performances.
2. a fire that burns with hardly any poking, tending, blowing or crackling embers falling onto the floor.
3. a woodpecker at the feeder. Likewise a tufted titmouse or a wren that sings.
4. remembering where I put something.
5. knees that bend.
6. a good book.
7. Oh, did I mention a Beefeater martini???
January 8, 2016
Executive Orders. Hooray!
Being home all day affords me the privilege of watching live press conferences and events. So I’m very grateful to have been able to watch President Obama give a reasoned, intelligent, moving speech describing the executive order toward sensible and much needed gun control measures. Obama For President Forever! And if not, then Hillary!
Future executive orders;
1. Limit presidential campaigns to six months and one thousand dollars for everything.
2. Fix the tax code and close the loopholes so rich people pay their share.
3. With the money saved, pay for higher education for everyone.
And BTW, Lincoln’s Emancipation Proclamation was an executive order.
December 31, 2015
For Auld Lang Syne
Happy New Year!
One of my favorite movies -- right up there with “Gone With the Wind” and “Little Women” – “The Sound of Music” appeared on TV again last week, just in time for Christmas. Who can forget “Doe a Deer”, “Edelweiss” or ”The Hills all abound with the sound of music”? This movie has it all; family, music, love, politics, freedom, children and sewing clothes out of curtains! Been there!
I, for one, am glad 2015 is over. Too much stress on my house, on my knees, my back, my sciatic nerve. On to 2016! And if Donald Trump is our next president and Hillary is not, I’m packing up and moving to Canada.
December 25, 2015. Merry Christmas!
Islam is not a dirty word
After living through a season of Christian carols, church anthems and an occasional Jewish song, it occurs to me that something is missing. Music from Islam. I know they have some because I googled it and then heard a high school choir perform it on UTube.
In this day and age, I’m pretty sure that if our high school started singing Islamic songs at their Spring Concert, someone in the audience would stand up, cite the second amendment, and shoot the music director. But surely, in a quiet and non confrontational way, our children should be exposed to music from other faiths. Just a thought.
December 18, 2015
THOREAU WOULD BE PROUD
I’m getting rid of almost all my Christmas decorations and accoutrements.
The paper maiche angel head, the size of a football.
A glass Rudolph.
A red and green stuffed Elf.
One window candle powered by one battery that lasted one day.
A red and white stuffed Santa.
Spool of gold ribbon stiffened with wire. About 13 inches left.
A stuffed angel in the guise of a teacher.
Ceramic snowman covered in glitter.
Cluster of paper maiche bells that do not ring. They just clunk.
All going in a box for Goodwill. I’m reduced to fresh greenery from the Farm Market and window lights. Much better. Yeah.
December 11, 2015
No Fly, No Buy
I’m so fed up. Right after the San Bernardino shooting, Paul Ryan, the new Speaker of the House, gets on CNN and starts talking about “it’s really a mental health issue.” Then “let’s all step back and give it some time” and finally “we have to think about the constitutionality.” What baloney. The issue needs to be addressed now. No more waiting and reflecting. We’ve been doing that for years. The constitution has nothing to do with the problem and mental health is only a minor factor. It’s guns, people. Assault weapons. We used to have a ban on them. Let’s bring that back. Soon.
Hillary - yes, the one and only presidential candidate in the race – said it right. If we can have a list of people who cannot FLY, then we can have a list of people who cannot BUY assault weapons. Period.
So then our legislators in Washington introduce a law defunding Planned Parenthood and Repealing the Affordable Care Act. Good legislating you numbskulls. That’s not making laws, that’s destroying laws. Sheeese.
December 4, 2015
Last week there was a National Geographic special “Saints and Strangers” about the Mayflower Pilgrims (I suppose for Thanksgiving) featuring our Great (8) grandpa Steven Hopkins so I felt kinda obligated to watch it. I held on for about 20 minutes of crying, weeping, suffering, raining, Indians! Savages wearing threatening feathers! Arrows! More suffering! This is entertainment? Had to turn it off. Sorry Grandpa Steve! You’re history!
November 27, 2015
Happy Thanksgiving.. I be cooking.
November 20, 2015
The Art of Speaking Smart
Yes. You want people to think you are saying something important, something true, accurate and worthy of attention;
Squint. Pause. Lower your voice and speak slowly.
Or, as my education professor used to do, speak slowly and very deliberately even though you really have nothing to say. Your listeners will slowly glaze over, fidget, or drift away.
November 13, 2015
TIME MARCHES ON
Daylight Saving Time ends. Now it’s dark early. Time to adjust the outside light. The first frost last night. The geraniums are really finished now. Red, orange and brown leaves float down and clutter the driveway, walks and gutters. Hummingbirds and robins gone. Woodchuck comes nosing around and chipmunk fills his cheeks with peanuts and scurries away to his stash under the garage eave. Walmart has opened up its Christmas Shoppe and we’re talking Thanksgiving dinner.
Time for the first fire. Yeah!
November 6, 2015
I’m going through the check out line at Kroger’s on October 31, and the bagger says “Are you having a nice Halloween?” and I smile and automatically say “Sure” but in my heart I’m saying “Are you nuts?” And then today it happened again, and someone on Facebook says “Did you have a Happy Halloween?”
Is Happy Halloween like Merry Christmas? I don’t even celebrate Halloween. When you are getting frighteningly close to death, you really are not in the mood to celebrate it. And why does everyone dress in in a scary costume, and spend tons of money on decorations meant to conjure up ideas of fright, ghosts, spectral monsters, vampires and werewolves ? Isn[t life in reality scary enough?
What kind of holiday is this when you encourage children to go around begging and then threatening and then you succumb and give them stuff with absolutely no nutritional value that will corrode their teeth and make them fat?
Bah! Humbug to Halloween, Sweetest Day, and Daylight Saving Time. God forbid we start saying “Merry Veterans Day” or “Happy Bring Your Daughter to Work Day”
October 30, 2015
Because of my high blood pressure, my health professionals warn that I could go at any moment. The silent killer , it’s called. Well, in that case, at 78 …Decision Time.
KRISPY KREME DONUT ANYTIME YOU WANT! GRAETER’S MINT CHOCOLATE CHIP ICE CREAM RIGHT OUT OF THE CARTON! POUR THAT REAL BUTTER ON THE POP CORN! NO MORE LO CALORIE ANYTHING.
October 23, 2015
Feeling the Bern
Okay, everyone. Politiciians, news people, congressmen and women, candidates, voters, people of all ages. Let’s take a deep breath and stand back. Now. Instead of blaming Bush for 9/11, Hillary for Benghazi, or anything else insane, how about thinking about how we can make this country better, safer and fairer? Could we start with controlling the gun population (background checks for all sales), the people population (funding for planned parenthood and the maintenance of clinics for the poor and needy women especialy in Texas) and attention paid to the mentally ill everywhere? Let’s think forward, not backward. Let reason prevail. I’m feeling the Bern.
October 16, 2015
It’s Greek to Me
Hubris; excessive pride in defiance of the gods. Do we think we can do a better job at making a human body beautiful? Better than Mother Nature? Or God? Or Whoever?
I see limbs totally disfigured with tattoos, beautiful hair discolored with dyes, noses, ears and tongues enhanced with metal jewelry and pierced with fake gems.
The ancient Greeks knew beauty. They made statues of the human body as they saw it, unadorned (except for a fig leaf or two) and let it shine. They also invented hubris and had a healthy respect for it. Let this be a lesson.
October 9, 2015
Get Smart, People
Modest steps to reduce gun violence in America
1. universal background checks
2. tighter regulation of gun dealers
3. 10 year prohibition on possessing guns for anyone convicted of domestic violence, assault or similar offenses
4. weapons that fire only with a PIN or fingerprint
5. microstamping that allows a bullet to be traced back to a particular gun
6. liability insurance for guns, as we do for cars
In light of the shootings in Oregon, legislators; don’t send us your thoughts and prayers. Send us LAWS.
October 2, 2015
Too Many Days
Last week we had Daughters Day. What? Hallmark has invented another holiday so we can go out and buy a card? Like Secretaries Day? Sweetest Day? Where is Sons Day? How about favorite Librarian Day? Pizza Delivery Guy Day? Give Me a Break Day?
September 25, 2015
An Age Old Story
When asked about my age, I used to say, jokingly, “I’m as old as God.” Well, it turns out, I’m as old as the pope. You can’t get much closer than that.
September 18, 2015
Frustrating week without the computer. No mail, no shopping, tech guys can't seem to show up when they say, always 2 or 3 days off, but finally it's back and I'll be more coherent next week.
September 11, 2015
I seem to have tattooed on my forehead “Ignore This Woman”. And the older I get, the more brazen it becomes. This summer has been the Age of Ignorius. First the plumbers, then the excavators and now the computer technicians. Oh well. Fuggedaboudit. I’ll adjust. On the up side, the grass is growing back, only one boxwood died, I can use the useless disc tray to hold my post it notes and I saved money on the repair. Always Pollyanna.
Attention Faithful Followers
My computer goes in for repair this week. So I may not be able to publish. On the other hand, I may get lucky and have it back by Friday.
September 4, 2015
A recent Facebook listing describes a house for sale; older ranch, three bedrooms and one bath. Wait a sec! One bath? Hello! Try again. Of all my grandchildren, only two share a bathroom. Everyone else has his own. And the new apartments going up nearby, each person has his/her own bath. It’s the new normal. Along with everyone has a cell phone and you get your social security number when you’re BORN! Progress. A good thing.
August 28, 2015
Concerning Donald Trump. From the New York Times, David Axelrod and Maureen Dowd; “He’s won the swimsuit competition. Now it’s time for the talent show.”
“Keep the Headlights Burning, and Both Hands Upon the Wheel; Let Me Call You Sweetheart, I’m In Love With Your Automobile”
In the latest No. 1 Ladies’Detective Agency Series by Alexander McCall Smith Mma Ramotswe describes Botswana; “somewhere there, in that land of red earth, of green acacia, of cattle bells, was the soul of her country.”
Iran: We’re only producing nuclear energy.
World: Okay, we believe you. Proceed.
Iran: We’re going to bomb Israel.
Iran: Oh. OK.
The first Memorial Day honored the soldiers who died in the Civil War and this year, ironically, we’re honoring those who have died fighting in someone else’s civil war.
chooses the high and the low.
And so I celebrated Memorial Day, like all good Americans,...and went shopping.
The human brain is 80% water.
Harry Truman would often go on vacation and have his twin Larry take his place.
Global warming is due to a batch of faulty thermometers.
Zorro can slash the numeral “2”. Or an “N” lying down.
The Book of Leviticus contains a recipe for broccoli polenta.
Thomas Mann wrote DEATH IN VENICE after being murdered in Italy.
Phil Donahue thinks his show is in hiatus, waiting for new carpeting.
J. Edgar Hoover’s last words were “I’m not dead, don’t close the co—“
The population is 75% under the age of 25 and they never get any older.
You have homecoming in a gym, prom in a dining hall, high school plays are in a cafeteria and graduation on a basketball court.
People ask you where you live and you reply, “I live in a drinking town with a college problem.”
Everyone knows what “Kill em and hide em “ is.
You, your parents and your grandparents had Mr. Kober in class.
Diversity means bringing in an exchange student from Reily.
A haunting picture from a couple of years ago –a young woman, walking down South College Avenue, tears streaming down her face. And now again, last week, another young woman walking past my house, crying and talking on her cell phone. Does this happen in other towns? Or is it just in a college town, where relationships are fragile or where life is just a little unreal?
And then today, last day of the school year and traditionally Moving Out Day, the dogs next door begin to bark and a girl comes sailing down the street in a rolling desk chair, laughing wildly as she twirls around, careening from car to car. I’m almost disappointed that she’s not crying, talking on her cell or juggling.
I want to make it clear, right up front, that I’m not laughing AT them. I’m not laughing WITH them, either, because they, for the most part, are not laughing. Maybe laughing FOR them, oh, all right, laughing AT them, but they’re so cute. I’m talking Tee ball.
The whole team takes the field. And since the ball rarely makes it out of the infield, the fielders are placed in a semi circle behind the bases. First inning, they’re all ready, squatting in position with “alligator mouth” gloves at the ready. Every team member bats. Since it’s four to six year olds, some are decidedly better than others. No strikes. They just keep swinging until it’s a hit. So the four year old, Jack, is fine for one inning. But then attention starts to wander. By the second inning, some fielders are sitting down, picking at the grass, or playing with the dirt. Jack enjoys standing on the bag, jumping up and down, watching the little white puffs. Our catcher, all suited up and hardly able to bend over, likes to watch the ball come to her. So as the runners are progressing, she’s standing, glove ready, waiting for the ball to slowly, really slowly, dribble towards her. All eyes, parents, grandparents, siblings, are fixated on the slow moving ball. Will it make it to the glove or will it stop? Or will she take a step forward and pick it up? Oh, the drama.
They’re all primed to throw to first base. Our first baseman, who by now is more interested in something in right field, is shocked into action by the ball heading his way and as he raises his hand in self defense, the ball takes a bounce and lands plunk in the middle of his glove. It’s one of the only real catches of the game, and we’re all astonished, especially the first baseman.
There are no outs. We just keep going through the lineup. Finally in the third inning, a couple of base runners get put out. No one really cares, of course, because no one is counting, either outs or runs. There are no outs by catching fly balls because no one can catch. It’s mostly watching it land in front of you and then falling on it. There are several tussles when two fielders want the same ball. And of course by the third inning, everyone is tired. Jack keeps coming to the fence, asking Mandy if it’s time to go home yet. But, mercifully, the three innings are over, the ritual lining up and high fiving the other team and then the SNACK! Jack’s comment on the way home, “It’s too long.” Will he make it through the summer? Two games a week. Stay tuned.
We all know that language is a living entity. Words are born (blog) and words die (doth). They also take on new meanings. In my generation, “party” involved invitations, special food, decorations, balloons, streamers and a time frame, like Friday afternoon from 5 to 7. That party still exists, of course, but somewhere, just about when our firstborn entered high school, “party” went from a noun to a verb. He was out “partying”, home by 2 a.m. and sleep til noon. Now anyone can “party” in the presence of a keg and loud music.
Two of the Three Dog Night died after eating tainted pet food.
The Hawaian alphabet has only 12 letters.
Seven out of 10 people believe positive thinking extends life. The other 3 are dead.
I saw Bill Richardson, Governor of New Mexico, on CNN last week. He was in North Korea, trying to get the remains of American soldiers from the Korean War to be returned home. I was in awe, that here was an American actually talking to the “enemy.” He was successful and he was asked about the negotiations and he said that he didn’t negotiate with the Koreans because the North Koreans don’t negotiate or even think that way. FINALLY! Someone who goes to the trouble to find out how the enemy thinks and is willing to sit down and talk. Say, isn’t he running for President?
In addition to X-ray vision, Superman can guess your weight within 5 pounds.
Nine out of ten visitors to Delaware are there as a result of a wrong turn.
One third of the explorers who reached both the North and South Poles developed bipolar disorder.
You can grow lettuce in nothing but water and a few pills.
When Paul Revere rode through the countryside, he did not yell “The British are coming!” but instead he cried “The Regulars are Out!”
The North Star is not always the same.
And why wasn’t I told about it? So I run to my calendars, and there it is. Someone obviously told THEM. The big question now...has anyone told my computer? my DVR? my cell phone?
10. Racoon has returned
9. Neighbor who goes to Florida for the winter has also returned
8. Ice cap on my patio is receding.
7. Tanning beds are filled to capacity with Miami students getting ready for Spring Break (what happened to the idea that you go to Florida to GET tanned?)
6. Flip flops and shorts are back on the street.
5. Grackles have returned (robins, the traditional harbinger of Spring have been here all winter).
4. Easter Bunny pictures in catalogues.
3. Wood pile is diminishing.
2. Rain, not snow.
Did I say winter was beautiful? Hellooo! Well, yes, it is beautiful, but after a week of single digit cold and 8 inches of snow compounded by 2 inches of solid ice, all I can say is, winter hurts.
St. Peter is standing at the Pearly Gates. Along comes a man with a shock of unruly white hair who says he’s Albert Einstein. St. Peter says, “Do you have any identification?” Einstein says, “No, but here . . .” and he pulls out paper and pencil and begins to scribble equations. St. Peter takes one look and says, “I’m convinced. Go on in.”
Starting an afghan consisting of 25 squares and completing nine, seven of which are different sizes, colors and just FORGET IT!
Ordering from a catalogue a $400 lamp that looks nice but because of a design flaw, after being on for more than five minutes, reaches a temperature close to the boiling point and has to be turned off using an oven mitt.
Spending $3 on a leather fly swatter, hand tooled by a Native American with original design, a lovely piece of leather attached to a natural tree twig and utterly useless; by the time the leather hits the wall, the fly is halfway to Mexico.
Picture this; I’m sitting on the floor in front of my TV, VCR and Cable DVD Box, surrounded by three multi-paged manuals written in at least three languages, none of which are in an English I comprehend, and holding three remote controls, all powered by two AAA batteries (I can do that) and somehow causing my TV to go completely snowcovered with the accompanying BLAAHHHHHH.
After an hour of button pushing, remote control shaking, heart stopping frustration, i.e. nothing, I call my friendly Cable Guy, who very patiently has me running around the house (thank goodness for my cordless phone) checking other TV’s, going to my TV and actually pushing buttons on the console (I’ve never done that before), now do this, now do that, wait a minute, what does this display say, do I have the time? press this, press that, then VOILA! It’s all fixed.
10. Books I’m sorry I bought.
9. Stupid things I’ve done. (Oh, much too large.)
8. Things I have thrown through a window I thought was open but was actually closed. (Probably too small.)
7. Meals I’ll never make again.
6. Meals I’ll make at least once a week.
5. People crossed off my Christmas list. (Ooh, that’s an ugly one.)
4. Seinfeld episodes that are classic.
3. Lists I wish I wasn’t on.
2. Places I’ll never go on vacation again. (Las Vegas?)
1. Ways to waste time. And in that category, Top Ten Categories!
Even though I really don’t care for dogs (the slobber, the smell, the pleading, servile expression) my grandogs are inexplicably attracted to me and attempt to climb into my lap even though some are 100 plus pounds. I actually like my grandogs, probably because I don’t have to feed them or attend to their business. And they go home.
My Dad’s job was to go get the tree, and he never mastered the art of picking out a good one; it was too skinny, too fat, it was crooked, lopsided, too small, too big. But we’d put it up anyway and proceed to decorate it; too much angel hair, too many orange lights, tinsel not arranged artfully, too much ARGUING!
Our esteemed Oxford City Council is considering legislation that would ban outdoor Beer Pong, a current college craze that involves cups of beer on a table on the outside porch, and the inevitable litter, not to mention drunken kids. Of course it’s ridiculous. Students will drink somehow and soon there’ll be some other game, just as, if not more, obnoxious. We have ordinances against public intoxication and littering, so what else is new?
In fact, nothing. When I arrived here in 1965, Mr. M___ (I have learned not to name names) had a house on Sycamore St. that was completely filled with broken TV’s and radios. A WWII vet, he spent his time with electronic repairs. We had a small, black and white TV and at one point it stopped, so we brought it over. By that time the old covers, shells of their former life, electrical inner workings, tubes, cords, were spilling out onto his porch.
He had an unusual method of doing business. He couldn’t bring himself to say he couldn’t repair it. Instead he would lend you a working TV and you never saw your own again. Whose we were really watching was always a mystery. Possbily someone was watching ours.
Then we did without a TV for a while, until the Watergate Hearings, and we called Mr. M____ to rent one. No problem. The problem came when we were done and wanted to return it. He came but wouldn’t take money. “PLEASE! We’ve had it for two months. Take $5! PLEASE!”
Actually he lived in another house a few blocks away, but that one, too, became filled with dysfunctional TV’s which spilled out onto his lawn and the neighbors complained about the litter and there you are.