The Word is "Joint"

Last night while watching a Tom Petty and the Heartbreakers concert on TV, I noticed the interesting censorship that is going on this silly country.

In the song You Don't Know How It Feels, they messed with this line:

Let's get to the point. Let's roll another ????

WTF? (They do it on the video I linked to above, also.
Here's an uncensored version of the song.)

The censured word is joint. As in a marijuana cigarette. I am about 1000 percent sure that when this song was released in 1994 that the word joint was NOT censured. I wonder if it's censured these days on the radio, too. Maybe they just don't play it anymore.

Let's get to the point. Let's roll another joint.

And what doesn't get censured? What objectionable things did I hear Tom Petty sing about last night that wasn't bleeped out?

How about ... drinking booze and getting into a woman's jeans? It's not okay to roll a joint ... but it's okay to mess around and possibly impregnate a woman. And it's okay to get drunk.

I am so glad we have our priorities straight in this country. (That was sarcasm in case you missed it.)

I suppose this is part of the war on drugs. Another government initiative that has never made sense to me.

No, I don't use drugs but I think the policy of locking up someone for smoking MJ is ridiculous. Europe treats drugs as a health issue, not a criminal one, and I think that is the better way to go about this.

Obviously our way isn't working, so it's time to look to something that seems to be modestly successful.

In the meantime, government and TV and everyone else who thinks they know what is good for me, stop censuring my art. And everything else. What are we, a bunch of wilted flowers?

I hate censorship.

Thursday Thirteen

1. The fourth Tuesday of every month is usually spent in an all-day meeting.

2. This most recent Tuesday, the meeting only lasted 45 minutes!

3. I had a free day!

4. I spent it cleaning up the storage room, where I have files, suitcases, Christmas tree decorations and other items that I don't want to stick in the attic.

5. It's a catch-all room that sometimes overflows with items we no longer use that we want to take to Goodwill.

6. So that same day I made a trip to Goodwill to hand off items I hoped might be useful to someone else.

7. Wednesday I had a session with my acupuncturist.

8. She stuck needles EVERYWHERE. Or so it seemed. In my head, in my neck, in my stomach, in my knees, in my ankles and feet and in my hands and elbows.

9. After a while, she set the needles on fire by holding a moxibustion stick to them. The one in the top of my head was particularly hot!

10. She also placed heat directly on the bottom of my foot for my plantar fasciitis. When she does that it feels like my toes are curling all the way down to my heel even though in reality they aren't moving at all.

11. Acupuncture makes me feel much better all over. I highly recommend it.

12. This is a weird Thursday Thirteen, even for me.

13. Go see Colleen; she probably has something great up for Thursday Thirteen even though I haven't yet looked!






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Memorial Day 2008

This is a day to honor the war dead in the United States.

My paternal grandfather, who died in 1989, served in World War II. In November I shared a war story he wrote.

Today, in his memory and to honor the members of the Armed Forces, I will share a poem penned by my grandfather:

Take Me Back to Shenandoah

By Joe B.

Take me back to Shenandoah

where the wild red roses grow.
To my Blue Ridge Mountain home

and old friends I used to know.

When the shades of night roll back

or the sun sinks in the west
I feel the touch of the Master's hand

and Love burns in my breast.

I've heard the children laughing.

They sound so bright and gay.
Like the tinkle of the banjo

in the valley, far away.

I've heard the cattle lowing

high up on a hill.
And in the valley far below

cried a whippoorwill.

Now I hear the bubbling brook

as it makes its way to the sea.
I realize that it's part of God,

and God's a part of me.

I have stood the test of life

that God had made for me.
And I know with joyful heart

that God is a part of me.

Comes the rise of the evening star

as it climbs up over the hill.
I know that night is on its way

for I hear the whippoorwill.

And as my path grows dark and long

and I no longer see,
I remember I'm a part of God

and He's a part of me.

And when at last He calls me home

to Heaven's golden shore
I'll see old friends I used to know,

and visit Shenandoah.

Referrals

I was taking a look at referrals to my blog to see what brings people to these pages.

One of the most-looked at entries is this one written December 28, 2006 about my fingernails. It is the photo which comes up in people's searches. I have visions of images of my hands in the windows of nail salons the world over. "If your fingers look like this, come in, we can help!"

Just for the record, I have stopped biting my nails. However, they don't really look a lot better. It takes a long time for nails to grow out when you've been rough on them.

I also get hits on entries about the Kodak Z710 camera I once owned and then got rid of because I disliked it. I switched to a Canon and about six months later bought a Nikon. I use the Canon with my newspaper work a lot; the Nikon I tend to use around the farm. I think the Nikon has richer colors.

Other interesting searches include "kill chicken with a knife" and "problem finding Drixoral in stores." The chicken thing referred to an entry I made about how easy it is to buy a chicken in the store.

The Drixoral reference is to a recent post I made about my husband's inability to find this over-the-counter drug. Amy at Virginia Scribe writes that she went so far as to call the drug maker. She learned the drug will be off the market for a year.

My husband is now using a generic of Zyrtec D for his sinus issues. It's a more expensive drug but it seems to be working.

Other hits include "3 Little Pigs Restaurant Botetourt" which I mentioned in a post about non-smoking restaurants, floaters and flashers in your eyes, and cupping (a procedure performed by my acupuncturist).

And several come to me through links from other webpages; thanks to you have me bookmarked on your sites. I hope I have reciprocated; I try to.

Of my last 100 readers, most are from the United States, with an abundance along the eastern seaboard, and a few in California (none in the Midwest); a number are from the United Kingdom and Canada. There are also a few hits from Russia, India, Romania and Malaysia.

It's interesting to look at these stats. But unless I want to drive up traffic by writing with keywords, I guess my traffic will stay about where it is. That's good enough for me!

The Morning

The day stretched before me like a long shadow when I stepped outside around 6:30 this morning.

My feet were shod in a pair of Crocs, while my robe kept the rest of me, except my shins, fairly warm in spite of the early time. My hair fairly stood on end, I'm sure.

A brief rain last night had washed the dust from the leaves and grass, leaving everything pristine. It was a rain like a heavy dew, enough to do a bit of good without damaging the hay which lay in the fields awaiting attention.

My roses were damp and water droplets caught the rising sun as rays slithered through the tree limbs. The dappled effect of light and shade upon the delicate red petals brought a smile to my sleepy eyes.

Off in the distance, that crusty old tom turkey let out an echoing gobble. I craned my neck but could not see him; he must have been strutting his stuff on the over side of the ridge.

The rata-tat of a woodpecker next perked up my ears. I could not spy him, either, but his reverberation of the woods certainly let me know he was there.

Listening, I heard the caw of a murder of crows, far away, and the blaring honk of a Canadian goose from the neighbor's pond caused me to tilt my head hoping to hear more.

As I watched, a titmouse raced from spruce to spruce, its tiny body apparently pouncing on a branch long enough to make it bounce before it took flight again.

By the fence a squirrel stopped and peered back at me with tiny black eyes as if to say, "What's she doing here?" before skittering up a tree.

In a few weeks, I will be 45 years old. When I was 14, I couldn't even imagine what 45 felt like. At 14, you are going to live forever.

At 45, I know my time is limited. I am only 11 years younger than my mother when she died. I wonder, what would she have done differently had she known at 45 that she would be gone at 56?

I thought about that while I stood listening to the world, being in the moment, taking in the clear, crisp air. The world will go on without me, I mused. It is I who will have stopped, whether that's today, 11 years from now, or in another 45 years.

There are millions of things left to do. Places to go - Egypt, for one, and Scotland, for another - and things to learn. I want to know everything about everything, for I am curious like those deer, the ones that peer in my windows sometimes. I want to understand astronomy and astrology, and go on an archaeological dig and discover something fantastic, like a clay pot made by some new civilization.

Philosophy should be my second nature, and I would like to be able to hold intelligent conversation with anyone in the world, and not look like an idiot while we speak.

I wish to read every book, and hear and laugh at every joke. I want to understand why some people are mean and others are so nice they make you cry just to look at them.

And I want to write books and stories and poems, to leave a mark on this world before I go. So that maybe one day I will be remembered as having lived.

There is not enough time in any lifetime, no matter how long, to do all that I would like to do, to know, to feel. Already I have missed out on the experience of giving birth, of holding my own child and feeling the curl of little fists around my finger as someone once inside me holds me tightly.

A million things to be doing, but not for a one would I have traded such a morning. For this morning, too, was an experience of a lifetime.

As the sun rose on this gorgeous day, I watched the progression of sunbeams as they went from low in the trees to the tree tops. In a few minutes, brilliant light broke the shadows cast by those trees and spread sunshine all around. The vivid blue sky looked like a caress, and I thought the birds were calling and singing especially for me.

It's a new day, they chirped. Go on now, go on and live. Go on, child, and just be.

Thursday Thirteen: The Sound of Music

1. This morning I have songs running through my head.

2. The first one was "I Guess He'd Rather Be in Colorado," as sung by John Denver. He passed away at a young age.

3. You can see him perform this song on youtube here. The lyrics are here. It is one of my favorite songs.

4. The next song to run through my head came from Dr. Seuss and How the Grinch Stole Christmas. It was the Whos down in Whoville singing the "Welcome Christmas" song. You can see that on youtube here.

5. I have no idea what those two songs have in common, but it probably is a good indicator of how my brain races from one thing to another. It's like a discordant orchestra in there sometimes.

6. Sometimes songs get stuck in my brain and simply refuse to go away.

7. Don't Forget the Lyrics is a show about remembering the words to songs.

8. A game is on the website. Can you put in the missing words?

9. I don't think this show is on this week, though.

10. I would be hard-pressed to name a favorite song.

11. I can say that I am not fond of some of the stuff the young(er) people listen to these days, although there are contemporary adult songs I enjoy, like that Bubbly song.

12. My husband and I had this song played at our wedding.

13. I think if you sing a song every day it makes you feel better. Maybe we could teach the world to sing...


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The Courtship

Meet Barack. He's looking for something. The path to a white house, maybe?


Sweetie, where are you? I'm ready for that interview!


There you are, Hillary! Why don't you come when I call?


Okay, sweetie, don't stand so far away. Move closer and maybe I'll name you my VP.


What's the matter with you, Hillary? You're still too far away! Can't you see me strutting my stuff over here? I'm the one with the colors and flash!


That's right. Give it up. I don't care if you are running a tough race. I'm the one with the fan tail.


I've got you now, Hillary. Even if we are nearly even in delegates! You will be mine!


Wait a minute. Where are you going, Hillary?




Damn! I missed her again!

Vertigo Reduz

In 2006, I developed a problem with my ear that scared me. I couldn't lie down without dizziness. Sometimes I couldn't stand up without falling down, either.

I felt like I had a bug in my ear.

It took trips to four different doctors over a very long six weeks before I finally found an ear, nose and throat physician willing to do something other than tell me it was either (a) all in my head or (b) related to my TMJ or (c) something I had to live with it.

While the problem was in my head, it wasn't a mental issue as the doctor implied. In the end, two different allergy medications, a nasal steroid and a steroid shot in the hip fixed the problem.

So too did walking, sitting on an exercise ball and performing balance exercises so I wouldn't feel so out of whack, not drinking caffeine, not eating salt, and sleeping on a 7" wedge so that my head stayed elevated. I also found acupuncture and Chinese herbs helpful.

In recent months I stopped sleeping on the wedge because it makes my back hurt. I am a side sleeper. It's really hard to sleep on your side on a wedge.

Unfortunately, the problem with my ear has returned. The vertigo is not as severe and it so far is only affecting me at night and briefly in the mornings. I am doing everything I did before except for the wedge and the steroid shot, which I would just as soon avoid.

I don't know if it has returned because of the intense pollen this spring or because I stopped the elevated sleeping. Or maybe for some unknown reason, like a new food allergy.

It feels like I have something in my ear all the time. I am convinced it is fluid build up from my allergies.

My acupuncturist/Chinese medicine doctor is sending me a stronger herb formula and I have a needle-sticking scheduled for next week.

The ENT in 2006 offered one other option: have my ear drum punctured and steroids directly dripped into my ear. It is not a choice I have much desire to explore.

I think I would have to be having a much more difficult time before I allowed that to happen.

The ENT also tested me for about 30 different allergy triggers; I reacted to all but one. However, I have not yet resorted to shots. I had them when I was in my teens and 20s and have never been convinced they did much good.

Besides, if I am going to go that route, I would prefer to find an actual allergy specialist, someone who looks at foods, too.

So here's to standing up straight and not falling down! May all my friends stand tall.

I See You!

Help!

If anyone has successfully migrated their blog to a domain name, (i.e., if I went from bluecountrymagic.blogspot.com to bluecountrymagic.com) I have a question.

Can you still access the site from the blogger dashboard, or do you have to do something else to make it work?

I couldn't find the answer to that specific question in the blogger help.

Thanks.

Day Trip

Friday I hit the road with my friend Leslie. We were off to Mt. Crawford.

The trip had an auspicious beginning. Leslie came to my house and we loaded up the car. When I went to start it, the battery was dead.

Thankfully my husband was still at home and he had a battery charger. In a few minutes he had the engine running.

We took a quick side trip to the Advanced Auto store in Daleville so they could check the battery. It was fine but needed recharging. So we headed out, just a half-hour later than anticipated.

I handed Leslie my little Nikon and told her to take pictures. See her reflection in the side mirror?



This was our destination: The Green Valley Book Fair. We are both avid readers. It was like taking two kids and handing them $100 in a candy store.

The store is 25,000 square feet of books. They are not the most current books but it is a vast selection. And I did not see a single book over $10.00. Some were just 99 cents!

I brought home so many that I could not carry them in one trip.


After more than two hours at the book fair, we went through Bridgewater. That's part of the campus above.

We stopped at Hardee's, where we both had a really good grilled chicken sandwich.

There are lots of farms up there. We went next to the Dayton Farmer's Market. Leslie brought home many pounds of dog bones for her pooch. And a lemon pie for her husband.

It was a very nice day.

Birds

So 1984

So after a quick lunch with a friend today, I simply had to go to CVS to see if I could find my husband's cold medication.

He uses Drixoral and has for years. It keeps him from snoring, which is a good thing because he can snore long and loud and I do not sleep.

Husband snored a lot last night.

Into CVS I go, only to find they don't have the OTC drug either. Apparently this OTC drug has vanished from local shelves. This was the last place I had to look.

Drugs with pseudoephedrine are now a controlled substance. That is a decongestant, which up until 2005 I could buy as as easily as I could wipe my nose.

You can still buy it without a prescription, but you have to show ID and sign for it.

The pharmacist suggested a very expensive alternative to Drixoral. I had to do that produce your driver’s license and sign for it thing in order to obtain this.

While I was performing that activity, which always angers me and makes me feel like a criminal simply because I need a cold capsule, the PA in the store began blaring.

“There are new rules about passports that will take effect soon. You may not leave or enter the country, including from Mexico and Canada, without a valid passport,” it droned.

I felt like I was in some kind of police state.

I couldn't get out of that store fast enough.

Thursday Thirteen

Today, I present: Thirteen Things You Can Do In Two Minutes

1. Put on your shoes and socks.

2. Read a page (or four) of a book.

3. Type 180 words if you type 90 words a minute or 90 words if you type 45 words a minute.

4. Drive two miles at 60 mph.

5. Empty the dishwasher.

6. Hug somebody.

7. Have a quickie!

8. Heat water in the microwave oven for hot chocolate.

9. Crop a picture and upload it.

10. Play a game of Free Cell or Solitaire.

11. Have a long and passionate kiss.

12. Make a phone call to your best friend.

13. Read the entries for other Thursday Thirteens!


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Bottoms Up

We went to the ball game Friday to watch the nephew again.

The nephew hit another home run.

Our team lost anyway.

We had a good time, though it was chilly and cold. I ended up sitting in the car and watching from the parking lot because the air and the cut grass was giving my asthma fits.

New Specs

Yesterday my husband took the afternoon off, mostly because it was rainy, cold and windy.

We went to Roanoke so I could purchase new glasses. I saw the eye doctor two weeks ago and he gave me a new prescription. Things in the distance had developed a distinct air of fuzziness about them.

We visited the "glasses in about an hour" place. I have generally had good luck with them. However, they are expensive.

They also do something that I think is wrong.

If I have a coupon for $100 off a pair of prescription glasses, then I should get the $100 off right? Well, they give it to you - unless you have insurance. Then you get the option of whichever is cheaper for you.

Don't you think it should go like this?
Glasses cost: $400
Less Coupon: $100
Total: $300
Submission to insurance: $300
Less insurance payment: $100
Equal a $200 cost to you.

But no. They say you either get the $100 coupon or the $100 insurance payment, and you pay $300 either way.

I know some business person will say, oh, the company can't lose their profit. But they are obviously already making a profit with the $100 coupon off, or they would not be offering it. And if the insurance is making up the difference, they are still getting their profit, even if I only pay $200 instead of $300 for the glasses. So essentially they are getting double profit.

I think it is a rip off for both me AND my insurance company. The eye glass company obviously isn't out of anything. Some discount.

Trillium

Trillium grows wild in the wood behind the farm. The land used to belong to a church but has been sold.



I don't believe anyone other myself and a couple of friends know this flower grows back there.



The blooms carpet the forest as far as the eye can see; fairies surely must dance and rest among those flowers. It is a magic land this time of year, and surely stars sing at night to make such beauty burst forth.

The Woods

These woods are directly behind my house.



We do not own them. They belong to my husbands' parents.



Soon loggers will be cutting down many of these mighty trees.



It makes me very sad but there is nothing I can do about it.

The Farm

This is Rose Hill Farm. The property line ends at the tree line.



The land belongs to my in-laws. My husband has always lived here and he helps his father farm it. Of these four houses, the one on the far left is the old homestead, the white one in the middle is a new home on property sold at the request of the paternal grandmother when she passed away, the white house on the hill belongs to the in-laws, and the home behind that in the woods belongs to my husband's aunt.



Some of the fields have been cut for hay. It looks like a good first cutting.



I live back behind the trees. I have walked quite a ways to take this picture.



My husband's grandfather built these small brick houses in the 1960s. He rented them out for a long time then sold them. We lived in one of them when we first married. Then we built on the other side of the farm.



This is the backside of my husband's grandparents' home. It dates back to 1816. The bricks were made by hand on the farm. The walls are 18 inches thick.



This is the front of the house. The place is no longer part of the farm, sold per instructions in a will.



This is what we raise. This is the bull and his harem.



This is the farmer, my husband.

Thursday Thirteen

1. I learned last night as I was reading the May issue of The Writer that author Phyllis Whitney passed away in February.

2. She was 104.

3. She started publishing in 1941 and was still knocking out books in 1997 - she would have been 93 when that last one was published.

4. Her website calls her books "adult suspense" but I thought of them as Gothic romances.

5. All in all, she published 76 books and hundreds of short stories.

6. Her book Thunder Heights, written in the 1960s, was one of my favorite books, and my inspiration for being a writer, I think.

7. There aren't many "adult suspense" or Gothic romance writers out and about today. Or if there are, I am not aware of them.

8. My other favorite authors of that genre were Victoria Holt and Barbara Michaels. I think Whitney and these other two were giants of the genre.

9. But Whitney remained my favorite and looking at the very long list of books she wrote I think I have read most of the "adult suspense" ones.

10. Whitney also wrote a book called Guide to Fiction Writing, published in 1982.

11. It sits on my "frequently used" bookshelf.

12. Guide to Fiction Writing has some of the best techniques for creating a notebook of characters and describes how to go about writing a book better than any other book I have ever read.

13. And I have read a lot of other books about how to do it.



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Spring Flowers

First Rose of 2008



Sunshine Pansies



Peters Gold Carpet Biden



Iris



Locust Blossoms

Playing God

An article in yesterday's Roanoke Times highlighted a recommendation from a task force about who lives and who dies in the event of a health crisis.

It ran in other papers, too.

This should open up a dialogue about our health care, and about our values as a society. I daresay that will not happen.

We tend to ignore the things that most warrant our attention, I notice.

In any event, should we have an outbreak of pandemic flu, for example, these people for sure will be left for dead:

Those out of luck are the people at high risk of death and a slim chance of long-term survival. But the recommendations get much more specific, and include:

_People older than 85.

_Those with severe trauma, which could include critical injuries from car crashes and shootings.

_Severely burned patients older than 60.

_Those with severe mental impairment, which could include advanced Alzheimer's disease.

_Those with a severe chronic disease, such as advanced heart failure, lung disease or poorly controlled diabetes.

But I wonder why stop there? Any why just with a pandemic - why not with cancer cures, pneumonia shots, insulin - any of the things that the "lesser" folks need to survive?

After all, we already section out health care based on ability to pay. If you've got the money, you get the best care. If you've served in Congress, you get good care, too.

If you're middle class, you get poor to fair care. You might still get a flu shot.

If you're poor, well, you get the idea. Some hospital might take you in, only to dump you on the street the next day.

If it's the young and vibrant, those with skinny bodies, healthy tans and white teeth that we're looking for, then a pandemic is certainly a good way to root out all of us who miss the mark. Just withhold the drugs and take us all out at one time. It would leave the perfect society, wouldn't it?

The government has touted this pandemic thing very hard in recent years (it was never on my radar until this Administration). So much so, I strongly suspect they are hoping for one in order to wipe out all of us slobs who don't fit their idea of a perfect specimen. It would be a great way to cleanse the population.

This is wrong on so many levels I can't even begin to list them. This is amoral and it shows plainly how little regard that we as a society actually have for one another.

If this is what comes from a supposedly Christian nation, then God help us all.

Around the Woods

*Virginia Creeper* not poison oak. I am very allergic to poison oak and will break out just looking at it.



This is either a wild violet or the common periwinkle, I am not sure which.



Dogwood tree in bloom.



Dogwood blossom.



A fern, perhaps a Royal Fern.



Mayapple



Tree trunk.

* edited per comment from Ron and a check in the field guide*