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Friday, May 27, 2022

On the Tips of Your Fingers

 We've been escaping to watch "Corner Gas" after the news. And it's a temporarily good remedy.

Having been raised in a small town, I got sent to another one to go to college. I'm a walker, so I walked in both. In the original one, there was a trap door from the attic, and I could go up there and sing with my guitar. At night, it must have been a little spooky, as the light from the attic attracted the city police with a flashlight. So, when I was out walking one night, the police stopped me again. I told them my name, and they, wondering who would be out walking in the dark of night, put the two events, atop the attic and walking at night, together. And they said, "Oh, it's you...no wonder!" So, it was a natural transition to walk in the next town, which doesn't bring back good memories. But it was safe. The point of this is, this is where I come from.
It's true that 1968 was not a good year for my family, and I won't go into details about that string of events here, but it wasn't a good year for our country, either.
So, either near or after graduation, I remember being on a charter bus, and a fellow from New Zealand started talking to me, saying, when he said he was going to the states, they said, well, you'd better carry a gun. I was taken aback! It was a bit before the '70's. I'd never heard we had that reputation. Coincidentally, I saw him a little later at a wedding of my friend to another New Zealander.
I could never have envisioned, though, with all that violence in the late 60's, it would morph into what we have now. The violence seemed confined to marches and VIP's getting killed, as well as soldiers brought home in coffins, one of whom was my brother.
My parents were Republican, and I don't think they could have envisioned what the party has morphed into now. At least, I hope they wouldn't have stubbornly clung to the party after all the shenanigans this party has pulled, voting in Trump, and a number of other unsavory characters, and staging an insurrection to overthrow the government.
We may not have been all that nice to each other in school, but we never had to fear for our safety. The events started with a mentally ill lady from Madison, Wisconsin, who walked into a classroom facilitated by a substitute teacher, in Illinois, and opened fire. The assailant managed to kill one child. I was so blown away by that, I got a whole book to read on this incident, trying to figure out who could do such a thing! It was unfathomable that this kind of thing would spread and grow and grow.
This does not mean that I think mental illness is the problem. Most people with mental problems don't go do these things.
The problem is the military assault weapons. It's time to stop trying to arm teachers. That's not their training, and that's not what they signed up for. It's time to stop saying the kids should have guns. Consider the stage of development kids are in, where they say, "Bang Bang...you're dead!" And people are insane enough to say they should have real guns.
During the era I've referred to, I got some counseling from a minister who bordered on modernism. He pointed out that when you play the guitar, what do you develop on your fingers? I could tell him from experience, callouses. Such is the way with the human spirit...you can develop...callouses.
So, if you wonder what's with the people in our government and those who vote for them, what exactly is wrong as they continue being enticed by the money they get from the gun lobby. They show no consideration for teachers, children, the children's parents and grandparents, these "leaders" have become exactly that...completely calloused.

Sunday, January 23, 2022

Downsizing: How to Present a Little House

 I'm kind of fascinated with Tiny Houses

🏡and watch videos of them being presented. I even tried to fall asleep as I figured out dimensions of my house🏠 and tiny ones, figuring if I cut mine in half and moved it off the basement...walla!
My imagination moved me beyond these speculations, as being a presenter of a "little" house. I'd say, "You can see we don't have much bathroom space, (never did) but you can open the sliding shower doors, (an idea I got from a B&B in Appleton, Wisconsin, with a shower head similar to those at the Y).🛁
Now, there is still a small space under the sink to keep your cleaning items." So, I open the sliding doors. "Here are baskets I got at the Dollar Tree 💲🌳,🗑so as to be more organized", so I try to move heaven and earth to get out the containers, many of which are nearly empty, and...
"crash!"⚡️

Sunday, October 3, 2021

It's Happened Before

 Well, now we hear that "an aide" played the music from "Cats", especially "Memories" to calm down the "King". (i.e. former guy)   Couldn't help but being reminded of a long ago story from the Hebrew Bible: Mad Saul and an unknown shepherd boy named David.


Tuesday, March 30, 2021

Shepherds or Farmers

 I find Shepherd's Pie (once referred to as Farmer Brown) torn out of the "Woman's World" and placed separately on the ottoman. So I'm looking at the recipe on the internet, (because of course, the elves and faeries made off with it) offering to make it. "So, what's your backup?" "Shrimp." "No, make ham and mashed potatoes." So, that's what I do. "When can I make it?" "When there's a frozen Shepherd's Pie dinner in the freezer."

🥘 "If it was in the freezer, I would never make the Shepherd's Pie." 🍲

Grapes

 The conversation: You left your grape bowl out on the table.

Oh, but they'll spoil.
They won't spoil in that length of time.
I think they'll...
They won't spoil!
But they might become...wrathful.🍇⚡️

Caving on his Birthday

 Bill sets up a movie about this couple on a honeymoon, but you know, when she gets possessed by an alien

👽, it kind of makes for a rocky start to a marriage. To "hide" him from being harmed, she anchors him into the lake as he protests this is not "hiding"! I remember seeing it before, but the end never made sense to me, so he had to 'splain what happened. I won't tell you that part, so as not to spoil it.

Puppysitting

 Pup dog, Logan, put Grandma through her paces today. He was quite naughty, never coming in when I called him. I guess he thought he'd waited long enough in the house for a break. I told him he couldn't go out a second time, because once the girls got home dropped off by yet another grandma, he had forfeited going out again. Still, Leela and I caved, but we had to call on Naia to help coax him back in again. After all this activity, and eating apple slices I gave him, he stood in the kitchen, and I swear I could see his eyelids drooping. I thought, okay Logan, if you're tired, I don't want you to fall asleep standing up in the kitchen. So, I pointed him to his little inside "house", and he seemed grateful to relax.

Okay, so I went unnecessarily to my "volunteer" job today, took an unnecessary trip to Spring Lake to get the granddaughters who'd already gone to their aunt's, and ended up puppysitting.🐕 (The one who got the days mixed up was me. I take responsibility.) As Logan Augustus Kingsley 🐶sat with his back to me on my lap, I recall singing to him; "Logan was a pup dog who was more often naughty than good, while playing in the neighborhood, and they should take him to Sunday School, so he could learn the rules." It was something like that, and like "The Lost Chord" or the rest of "Kubla Khan", I should have written it down. It was a really cute song, and Logan didn't seem the least bit insulted. Maybe it's the "way" you sing to other mammals that makes the difference in how you get along. 👣🐾