Tuesday, August 13, 2019

The Happiness Challenge

One of my blogging buddies initiated a "happiness challenge" for August.

I meant to participate in it everyday, but I was busy and wrapped up in other things and forgot about it.

It's never too late to partake in a happiness challenge, is it? I hope not.

Along with this goes some picture or something that makes me happy to see. I haven't figured that one out yet.

Hmm.

Anyway, what am I happy about today?

I'm happy I have a home and shelter as thunderstorms move in. That's what I'm happy about today. Because while I like to watch a good thunderstorm, I don't particularly want to be outside in one.

And here's a picture that makes me happy, although I don't know if I want to see it everyday.

Photo by my friend B. during one of her trips.
I think she was near Roswell or Area 51.

Monday, August 12, 2019

I Have Taken More Breaths

Today is the day that I have taken more breaths than my mother.

This year I turned 56, the age my mother was when she died. Her birthday is 12 days after mine. Twelve days from now, my mother will have been dead for 19 years.

The numbers are kind of wonky. I was born when she was 18 but she turned 19 just 12 days after I was born.

Nineteen years difference between when I turned 56 and she died.

She died on August 24 at 1:45 a.m., so this morning when I woke up, I had already taken more breaths than she had, as she did not live out the entire day of August 24. She only lived less than two hours of it.

This has eaten at me since my birthday. It is a strange notion and I have fretted over it more so than I think healthy. I can be morose that way sometimes. I hope that is over now, now that I have outlived my mother.

This morning when I was realized that I didn't have to wait until tomorrow, that in reality I've already lived longer than my mother, even to this very moment, I felt relieved. I felt like I'd jumped through some magic hurdle that until then I didn't even know existed.

I also feel sad, because this was a very young age to die, really. I know it is beyond middle age and heading on into plain ol' "old," but 56 is not that old, really. Not when my grandmother lived to 87, and some of her family lived beyond 100. Heck, I haven't even reached the halfway point of the age Aunt Pearl was when she died at the age of 107.

My mother was scared to die, I know. She fought it hard. She didn't talk about her fears to me, though. I think she did with her sister. But not with me.

I was 37 years old when my mother passed away. She probably thought, and rightly so, that I couldn't relate. I couldn't, not really. Not at that age.

People in their 60s still have their parents with them today. I was not that fortunate with my mother. But she died young and still pretty, and even though it was cancer that took her, I suspect she would rather have died while she had her looks than to have grown old and haggard.

I wear "old and haggard" like a badge of honor. I earned the soft-white hair, the wrinkles around my eyes. They are external signs that I have lived.

Forgive me for the weird post. It's just been that kind of Monday.

Sunday, August 11, 2019

Sunday Stealing

Sunday Stealing

1. Have you ever had a great conversation with a complete stranger?

A. Yes, although they generally tend to be more weird than great.

2. Where did you go on the very first vacation of your life?

A. I have no idea. Probably camping at Myrtle Beach, SC but I'm not sure about that.

3. Open the door of your refrigerator. What is the first thing you see?

A. Mayonnaise.

4. What is your favorite place in your home?

A. My office, where I have my guitar, my computer, and my books, followed by my chair in the living room.

5. If you had wings to fly about the universe, where is the first place you’d land?

A. On a Class M planet to get a drink of water.

6. What is the first thing you do when you get in your car?

A. Adjust the mirrors.

7. What is special about the town you live in?

A. Ah, good ol' Botetourt. Next year she celebrates being 250 years old. Did you know at one point this county stretched all the way to the Mississippi and into Wisconsin? Loads of history here. This is a place full of scenic vistas. I don't live in a town, it's a rural area. But the best thing about it is I live here.

8. What is the last thing you heard about your first love?

A. That he was in a bad car accident that involved a fire truck. I don't know if he survived.

9. If you had created the world in seven days yourself, what would you have created on the First Day?

A. The world. You have to have the foundation first.

10. How do you beat the summer heat?

A. I stay inside in the air conditioning.

11. Did you enjoy your senior year in high school?

A. Not particularly.

12. Who is your favorite First Lady of all time?

A. Eleanor Roosevelt.

13. Post a link to your first blog post.

I was actually blogging on something called AOL Journals before I moved to Blogger, but it is long gone. Here is the first post with this blog: http://bluecountrymagic.blogspot.com/2006/08/new-beginning.html

14. When was the last time you needed First Aid?

A. You mean like a cut finger and a bandage? Or an emergency room? It's been a while for either.
 
15. Can you explain what a first down is in football?

A. It is where the offense has moved the ball 10 yards down the field from their starting position, wherever that was.

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Saturday, August 10, 2019

Saturday 9: Frasier Theme

Saturday 9: Tossed Salad & Scrambled Eggs

Unfamiliar with this week's song? Hear it here. (It's the theme from Frasier.)

1) This is the theme from Frasier, a TV show that ran  from 1993 to 2004. Were you a fan?

A. I watched it more in reruns than I did when it was on, but I like the show.

2) The show is about a radio advice show host, Dr. Frasier Krane. When you listen to the radio, do you tune in for talk or music?

A. Both. I listen to many NPR talk shows and I listen to music. Depends on my mood.

3) The theme's composer explained that tossed salad and scrambled eggs are both "mixed up," like the people who called Frasier's radio show. Which did you eat more recently, tossed salad or scrambled eggs?

A. I think I had both on the same day. But not at the same time.

4) Peri Gilpin played Roz, Frasier's coworker at the radio station. The actress originally cast was Lisa Kudrow, but the show's producers didn't feel she was "right." Being released from Frasier gave her the opportunity to accept a bigger and better part: Phoebe on Friends. Can you think of a time when a setback was really a blessing in disguise?

A. In the mid-1980s I started a new job at a credit union. It was the most mind-numbing, dull and awful job I could have had. I cried every day when I got home. I quit after about six weeks. But then I had to do something, so I found part-time work and went to Hollins College (now Hollins University) in their program for older adults. Same degree, but it was only part-time schooling (I think they've since changed that). Quitting the job felt like a setback as I caught a lot of flak for it - it was considered a good job - but it led me to college and finding a better sense of place.

5) Dr. Krane shared his home with Martin, his retired dad. Martin's favorite chair was well-worn recliner, held together in parts with tape. Frasier tried to replace it by giving his father a brand-new, expensive leather chair as a gift. Martin wanted his old recliner back. Tell us about a present you either gave or received that wasn't a hit.

A. I once received a Harry Potter book. It was a hardcover and I suppose somewhat expensive edition. I had of course already read all the Harry Potter books. Apparently it was obvious from the look on my face that I had read the books, so the giver asked, and I answered in the affirmative. She took the book back and said she'd return it and send me something else. She never did. After that, no matter what I receive, I say I love it and don't tell the giver otherwise. Then I dispose of it myself.

6) Kelsey Grammer played Dr. Krane on three different series (Cheers, Wings and Frasier) over 20 years. What job have you held the longest?

A. I have been a freelance writer since 1994. I have mostly retired from it due to health reasons, although I'm currently working on a project anyway. It's more for fun than for pay, though.

7) Before he found success on Cheers, Grammer played bit parts on the daytime dramas Ryan's World and Another World. Have you ever followed a soap opera?

A. I used to watch Dark Shadows and The Guiding Light.

8) In addition to work in front of the camera, Grammer has done voice over work on commercials for Dr. Pepper and Cheerios. Are either of those products in your kitchen right now?

A. Both are, actually. My husband drinks Dr. Pepper and I have Cheerios that I eat dry sometimes as an afternoon snack.

9) Random question: You're invited to a party where dinner is served buffet style. There's spaghetti with tomato sauce, barbecue spare ribs and buffalo wings. When the evening is over, how likely are you to have a food stain on your clothes?

A. Not at all, unless someone else splatters something. With my ulcers and sensitive stomach, I wouldn't be eating any of those items. My husband, on the other hand, would have BBQ spare rib sauce on his shirt.

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Thursday, August 08, 2019

Thursday Thirteen

Yesterday afternoon I had a great conversation on the phone with my brother. When I hung up, I was smiling. It was an intelligent discussion of events of the day. While we vote differently on the political scale, ultimately we think alike. I find this to be true of most people. The differences are how we get to where we all think we should be, I think.

At any event, one of the things that struck me after we talked was how much I consider my brother to be not only my brother, but my friend. Would we be friends if we weren't siblings? I don't know. I'm not sure where we would have met, as we run in very different circles. But he is my friend, and it means a lot to know that I've not only a brother but a friend.

Friends have always had important roles in my life. I do not take my friendships lightly. If I call someone a friend (and I don't mean in the Facebook way), then that person is special in my life. My friends are people I have deep feelings for, and people I trust.

I try very hard to be a good friend in return, but I am only human, and just as my friends sometimes fail me, I am sure I fail them. Humans are not perfect beings and no one person can be everything for someone else. But it's good to remind myself that there are steps I can take to ensure relationships flow smoothly. Or smoother. Or something.

Anyway, 13 ways to be a good friend. A reminder for myself.

1. Be dependable. A friend should keep his or her word, because this creates stability and predictability, which goes a long way toward keeping a relationship going. Of course there will be times when things come up because life is messy and stuff happens, but on the whole, dependability is important.

2. Be sincere. Don't be someone else, or pretend to be someone else, when I'm with a friend. If I'm having a great day or crappy day, I should be open enough with my friend to be honest about it. If I hide the fact that things are going wrong - or right - then I'm doing my friend a disservice.

3. Be loyal. I'm not talking about swearing total loyalty to a friend. If a friend breaks the law then of course one must do the right thing and turn in #45. But a good friend keeps confidences. I should stand by my friend's side through whatever weather, and my friend should stand by me when the roles reverse - and the roles will reverse.

4. Be honest. Lying doesn't help anyone, plus who can keep track of things if you lie about it?

5. Acknowledge you're both human. Sometimes there will be missteps. Shit happens, and sometimes it smells or it gets stepped in, and neither is pleasant. But it is important to know that once the stink clears, I'll still be your friend.

6. Be respectful. I shouldn't make fun of my friends if they believe things that I don't (well, if you're a flat-earther I might not be able to help myself, but we're probably not friends anyway). My friends should do the same (and if I become a flat-earther, somebody hold an intervention, please).

7. Be generous. I should give my friend my time and my resources (within reason). Time, especially, is important. Friends should talk or text frequently, and I should help my friend meet whatever needs he or she may have, if I can.

8. Be protective. I should look out for my friend, and defend him or her against anyone who might say something negative or bad about my friend. Additionally, I should feel safe in my friend's presence at all times.

9. Give back. I should give back to my friend as much as I get from the relationship, or try to. There will of course be times when a friend is more needy or less needy than I might be, but so long as we each step up when necessary, the scales should stay close to balanced.

10. Do not hold grudges. I should forgive my friend for past mistakes, and hopefully be forgiven for my own errors in judgment. That goes back to the being human thing.

11. Show empathy. This is so important these days. Empathy means understanding or taking the time to understand how someone may be feeling. We can't know everything a person is going through, of course, so it is important to remember that we're all fighting our own battles and inner demons (and sometimes outer ones, too).

12. Listen. This is important, too. Listen to hear and understand what a friend is saying, not to immediately formulate an objection or express your own opinion. I should reiterate what my friend said to be sure that I understand. "I heard you say that . . . " is a good way to ensure you're both on the same page.

13. Be courteous. I should always be respectful and courteous of my friends and not take advantage of him or her. I should open doors, carry loads, offer him or her a seat. I certainly should not curse my friend (although I might curse WITH my friend) or otherwise offend him or her.

I'm sure there are other things but that's 13. What do you do to ensure you keep your friends and yourself happy in a relationship?

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Wednesday, August 07, 2019

Stepping on Toes

I have been watching the discussions on Facebook and other social media, along with reading articles in the news, etc., about guns.

This comes about after another round of shootings (yes, in the multiple) that occurred over the last week. Three large shootings in a relatively short time, two of them within less than 24 hours of each other.

Statistically, this country is a mess. No other country in the entire world has mass shootings like the United States. This is a phenomena that is distinctly ours.

It's not mental illness.
It's not video games.

Other countries have mental illness and their young men play video games. No, this is a problem unique to white males of North America and specifically this nation.

I don't know the answer. I think we need to try something, and better gun control would be a good start. I think we need to make people with guns have insurance. They need to be certified to own a gun, which, by extension, means an entire family would need to be certified, and I can see where that might become a problem. They also need to be recertified every so often, much like we do with driver's licenses. Japan has it figured out. Are they smarter than we are?

Certain guns do not belong within the public sphere.

I say this as someone who grew up around guns, who was taught how to use guns, and who has shot guns. I've never killed a deer and have no intentions of doing so, although I have shot a small critter a time or two. I always feel rather sick afterwards, because I don't like to kill anything at all. I think guns are necessary on a farm, though, especially in an area where it could take 20-30 minutes for police to arrive. By that time, the dog is dead and the rabid racoon has eaten a kid. So sometimes a weapon has a use. I'm not saying they don't.

But I think it's time for people to value life over rights. I don't understand why anyone's right to do anything at all takes precedence over someone else's right to live. Isn't that primary and first, the living part? Doesn't everyone's right to go buy groceries without worrying about being shot at take precedent over the right to carry a gun?

Yes, I know, criminals will kill. They'll buy guns. Blah blah. That doesn't mean we don't try to make things better, or institute better laws. We have laws on the books against murder but people still murder. Does that mean we shouldn't have any laws against murder?

What we seem to have are a lot of white men who, having been unable to marry the model of their dreams, or reach the career of their dreams, or masturbate to perfection or whatever their problem is, who decide they are going to reach a pinnacle of infamy via mass murder. And the media obliges.

There is also a contingency of young men who think the government is going to come after them (I guess to get their guns) and they somehow think they will be able to take on an entire battalion of police SWAT or whatever government agency they fear with their big stash of weapons. All it takes is one hand grenade and these little fellas are done. Overzealous preppers are part of the problem. Yes, the government is corrupt. Go vote, run for office, hand out flyers, or do some other productive activity to fix the problem. Stockpiling Bisquick, peanut butter, and rifles isn't going to save your ass.

Note that I've not named even the places where these latest mass shootings took place. For one thing, unfortunately, it could be anywhere USA. For another, the place isn't the point. The point is it could be the store down the street, the theater you next attend, or the laundromat.

I'd just as soon not be shot while I'm picking out the best cut of chuck roast at the supermarket. I'd also like to eat in a  restaurant and not get up and leave my food sitting because I see some person walking in with a gun strapped to his leg, looking like he's the Lone Ranger. How am I supposed to know who's a good guy and who's a bad guy? I don't know. I see a gun, I leave.

If you're carrying a gun on you and you're not hunting during a valid hunting season, as far as I'm concerned, you're a nut and I don't want to be around you. (That goes for concealed carry, too, although at least if that person has stuck a gun down his/her sock I don't see that, and if it goes off it's going to blow somebody's toes into the ground.)

But these people think their rights outweigh mine. Fuck you, I like guns, they say. Well, fuck you, I like my life and I don't want a bullet in my body. Is this really what the argument boils down to?

Here are a couple of interesting articles. This one is about the Second Amendment and what it really means, and this one is written by a former service woman who wants to see better gun control.

Tuesday, August 06, 2019

The Great Calf Chase of August 5

I sat down and put my sneakers on, and stood up. I looked out the front window of the bedroom like I always do.

And there was a calf in the front yard. A 300-pound, not-yet-weaned black Angus calf, to be exact. One of ours, I knew, because it had a red tag in its ear.

Damn.

My husband, of course, was at the firehouse in Roanoke, a good 25-minute drive away. The calf, I hoped, would go back in of its own accord, but meanwhile I couldn't leave on my errands because it might make its way down the driveway and onto the highly traveled two-lane road. The one that leads to the dump and the cement plant. The one that people speed down, doing 60 mph. The one where the calf might be hit by a car and we could be liable for damages.

I called my husband to tell him we had a calf out. It is difficult to run a calf back in when there is only one person, let alone when that person isn't the healthiest in the world. My husband also muttered a few explicit curse words and said he would be home as soon as he could.

Meanwhile, I watched the calf. Two large cows stood on the right side of the fence, having a chat. One licked the other, and the one who was licked turned its head and uttered a very low "moo" in the direction of the calf.

The two cow friends then sauntered away from the fence, toward the watering trough, which is nearly completely out of sight from the house.

Junior there in the front yard panicked. Mom was leaving. Mom! Wait!

To my utter dismay, the calf rushed the fence, bounced off of it, and then began trotting along the fence row, looking for a way back to its mother.

Trotting the fence row in the direction that would lead to the road, I noted.

I grabbed my cellphone and a cane. I don't use a cane anymore (I did for several years but can mostly manage without it now), but chasing a calf demanded movement and movement on uneven ground demanded more of me than I can normally manage.

The only vehicle on the place I can drive is my car, so I backed it out of the garage and slowly drove down the driveway, trying to see where the calf was.

I was just in time to see its rear end prance over the hill down the driveway, straight towards the road.

Damn.

I drove the car to the hill in the driveway. The calf was trying vainly to get through the fence. He would race toward it, hit the wire, and fly backwards. This one is not the brightest one born, I suppose.

In order not to panic the calf, I stayed a distance a way. I tried to think who I could call who could come up the driveway and run the calf toward me. There was no one close except my 85-year-old mother-in-law and I didn't think that would be a good idea.

The calf turned and came toward the car. I backed up a bit, trying to keep a good distance so it would come on back towards the house. To my right, I saw my neighbor's pickup truck come down her driveway. Look this way, I thought. Look and see that I need you to come up my driveway.

She went in the opposite direction.

The calf bolted and went around my car, headed away from the road. I started down to turn around and my neighbor's pickup truck came into sight.

Lanetta is close to 80 years old. She had Bob with her, who's also close to 80, I suppose, and he had a stroke back in the winter. I'm not that old, but I gimp around and am no athlete.

"I thought you might need some help," Lanetta explained. "I thought that calf was out."

I nodded and said I needed to turn around. They let me out and then proceeded to follow the calf up the hill again, toward the house.

The calf continued, on occasion, to throw itself against the fence. Finally it turned the corner and I thought we had it.

We have a gate in the back yard that leads to the pasture fields. I hadn't opened it because I had no way to keep the other cattle from coming out while I chased the calf. Bob opened the gate while I wandered around the front to shoo Junior to the gate. He was heading in the right direction.

Then Junior saw Bob and bolted again, running right by me. Once more the critter raced down the fence line. I raced for my car, (if you can call a fast, stiff walk racing) and had it turned around and headed back down in time to see the calf's butt once more head over the hill.

Yep. Straight towards the road.

This time the calf didn't stop. I debated speeding up and trying to drive in front of it. I also considered calling animal control for help because if this pitiful little calf didn't find its mother quickly I was going to have a problem.

The calf went on into the road. No one was coming, thankfully. Then he went into the ditch, constantly throwing itself against the fence. I called my husband on his cell; he was on his way. I turned on my blinkers and sat in the road while the calf beat itself against the fence and occasionally came back up onto the road only to go back to the fence again. Bob pulled up in the truck behind me.

We have another gate down at the road. I hoped he would move on in that direction and I could open that gate.

But no.

Junior decided he would get back into the road. In a wild-eyed panic, he began trotting down the asphalt toward the driveway entrance, away from the gate. To my horror, in my rearview mirror I saw a blue car coming from the opposite direction. I quickly turned my car around at the gate.

The blue car, fortunately, stopped. The calf stopped, too, for a few seconds, then back up my driveway he flew. I raced to get behind him. The blue car drove on. My hope was to at least trap it in the front yard somehow.

That calf was fast. He'd given up on getting through the fence and by the time I got back up the hill, I couldn't see him. I went on up to the house where Lanetta had stayed to guard the gate.

The calf, she said, came running around the fence line and raced through the open gate as soon as it saw it.

I looked and watched it race over the hill toward the watering trough, bawling as it went. I just knew it was going, "Mamma! Mamma!"  Mamma didn't seem too concerned, though.

I thanked my older helpers for their assistance. Then I called my husband. He was in Daleville, he said, and would come on home to check the fence.

My neighbors left and I went back inside to finish getting ready for a trip to the grocery store.

I picked up some nice hamburgers for dinner tonight. After that morning, red meat on the menu sounded like a good idea.

Sunday, August 04, 2019

Sunday Stealing

Sunday Stealing

1. Have you read anything by C.S. Lewis?

A. I read The Lion, The Witch, and the Wardrobe in school, but I haven't read anything by Lewis in a long while. I have, however, read things about C. S. Lewis when I was reading a biography of J. R. R. Tolkien. They knew one another.

2. What is your favorite movie with Jack Nicholson?

A. Um. He is not one of my favorite actors. I know I saw The Shining but it's not a favorite movie. Maybe the Batman movie where he played the Joker.

3. What rhymes with 'orange'?

A. Absolutely nothing. There are a lot of close rhymes but nothing perfect. Anything that has "change" in it or something close could be considered a close rhyme.

4. Have you ever swallowed an object by accident?

A. Yes. Bugs, for instance. When I was young I downed some change, and occasionally I'd accidentally swallow chewing gum, back when I used to be able to chew gum.

5. Is your eyesight 20/20?

A. It has never been 20/20. I wear glasses.

6. Have you ever had insomnia?

A. I don't know anyone my age who hasn't.

7. Does it bother you when people touch you?

A. It depends on the person and the circumstances. A friend? Probably not. A strange? You betcha.

8. Is it better to get too much or too little sleep?

A. I prefer just the right amount, but too much sleep tends to leave me dysfunctional for the rest of the day.

9. What gets your adrenaline pumping?

A. Stupidity. I was going to add politics to that, but that's the same thing.

10. Do you ever talk about yourself in the third person?

A. Yes. I also talk to myself in the second person. I answer myself, too.

11. What's your favorite radio station? What kind of music do they play?

A. I listen to three stations: NPR, and two others that play a mix of music from the 1980s to current. NPR has news and talk shows that I like, and sometimes I listen to classical music there.

12. Do you believe there is any place still undiscovered in all the world?

A. Yes. Lots of places in the ocean are not explored, and I expect there are even places in the United States that have not been touched by the eyes of an European in ages.

13. Ever caught a fish?

A. Yes. Baited my own hook, too.

14. Were you ever in the first row of a concert?

A. I actually do not like the first row. I don't think you can see or hear as well in the first row because you're too close to the stage. We usually try for the third row, and we managed to get that for a Jeff Dunham show once.

15. Do you have any autographs?

A. Yes. I have many, many books with author's autographs in them. In fact I have a huge box of them, and it's labeled "These are signed books, do not throw out."

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Saturday, August 03, 2019

Saturday 9: Who's the Boss

Saturday 9: Brand New Life (The Theme from Who's the Boss) (1984)

Unfamiliar with this week's tune? Hear it here.

1) Who's the Boss? is a sitcom that ran from 1984 to 1992. Were you a fan?

A. No. I think this was one of the shows that came on a station I could not receive.

2) This week's song was composed by the show's producers, two men not known as songwriters. Have you ever tried your hand at songwriting?

A. Yes, I have written a few songs. None that have ever been played by anyone but me, though.

3) The lyrics tell us that, as we go through life, it's not uncommon to "lose a dream or two." Do you agree? Have you ever had to give up on a dream?

A. I think most people's dreams fall by the wayside in this world. Capitalism is not set up to appease dreamers, it is set up to appease people who already have money and power. I have given up on many dreams.

4) Who's the Boss? was about a highly-paid executive who hires a housekeeper. In the 1980s, it was unusual because the exec was a woman and the housekeeper was a man. Do you believe a man can be as good at housework as a woman?

A. Yes, a man can do housework as well as a woman. And a woman can weld just as well as a man.

5) Though the show's star, Tony Danza, graduated from University of Dubuque and was prepared to be a teacher, he got sidetracked. Back in New York, he boxed and tended bar and fell into acting. He finally did teach in 2010, taking over a 10th grade English class. How many different occupations have you held?

A. Gosh. Babysitter. File clerk. Secretary. Legal Secretary. Student worker. Writer. Poet. Blogger. Website designer (not very good at that). Substitute teacher. Adjunct teacher. Musician. Photographer. News reporter. Wife (and all that entails).

6) On the show, his daughter was played by Alyssa Milano. When she was a teenager, she rebelled against the show's producers by cutting off her long hair and wearing a pixie style. Were you a rebellious teen?

A. According to some people, I was. I was also a straight-A student (except for gym) for the most part.

7) "The Boss" was Judith Light, who had been known to TV audiences from her work on One Life to Live. She met Robert Desiderio on the set of the soap opera and they have been married more than 34 years. Tell us where one of your romances got started.

A. I had ridden the school bus with my husband when I was very young but he doesn't remember me. I remembered him. However, we were formally introduced in October 1982 at the annual Lord Botetourt versus James River High School rivalry football game. We stood under the goal posts (you could do that then, I don't think you can now), and I pretended not to know anything about football and asked him stupid questions to make him talk.

8) The show, rebroadcast with subtitles, was a hit in Italy, where it was known as Casalingo Superpiù (Super Housekeeper). Say something to us in Italian.

A. Mio marito è il mio migliore amico e lo amo molto. Lui è il mio mondo e non so cosa farei senza di lui.

I have no idea if that's correct. I used google translator.

9) Random question: have you more recently watched the sun rise or set?

A. We have a lovely view of the sunset from the front of the house. I seldom see it rise because we have trees in the way out the back door.

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Friday, August 02, 2019

These Dreams

I have been dreaming a lot lately. Strange dreams.

Last night, I dreamed that I opened the door to find a naked woman there. She was my tenant in my rental house (though not actually the person who lives there now, and not someone to whom I've ever rented. Actually I think it was my cousin's wife, who is not named Meaghan, although that was the name of the tenant in the dream. I've also not seen my cousin's wife in several years.). Meaghan (?) said she'd sublet the rental and the person had changed the locks and locked her out.

This did not explain the nakedness, but I invited her in (after telling my husband to go in the other room) and told her I would see if I had some clothes she could wear, though I doubted I had little that would fit her. I found a few things and a piece of rope to hold up the pants (even in my dreams, I know I'm overweight).

Then the two of us took off to wander around the streets of the city until I could find a lawyer. Apparently we did so, for the next thing I remember is seeing paperwork written up with myself and my tenant as plaintiffs against  . . . someone. Some person who would not leave and would not let me back onto my own property.

I remember too the sound of a gavel, the nasally voice of a female judge, and sirens.

What I don't remember is a verdict or an ending. I remember fussing at my tenant a great deal, because I'd not given her permission to sublet in the first place. I remember feeling badly for her because she had no clothes. I was doing my best to help but my efforts to ensure the safety of my tenant and restore my property were proving rather fruitless. I felt helpless and began to roam the streets again, alone this time (I don't know what I did with Meaghan). Everything was askew and I didn't know where I was.

My husband's snoring woke me up.

My little abridged book of dreams from Zadkiels Book of Dreams & Fortune Telling, purchased when I was 10 years old for the steep price of 35 cents, tells me this . . .

Misfortune - to dream some misfortune has happened to you is a dream of contrary - you will be very fortunate in business and in love. (Oh, yay!)

Naked - to be naked foretells disgrace, misfortune, business losses and unhappiness in marriage. Hmm. I wasn't the one who was naked, though. That was someone else. So somebody else can worry about all that bad stuff, right?

Lawsuit - dreaming you have a lawsuit or any case of litigation prognosticates very heavy losses in business and great difficulties. Avoid lending money or making purchases immediately after this dream. Oh dear.

I don't really believe dreams foretell anything except for things that may be weighing on my mind. I do like reading the implications from the dream book, though. 

However what, if any of this stuff in this dream is weighing on me is beyond me. I've been so busy working on the official county 250th anniversary magazine I have not had much time to worry over much.

Thursday, August 01, 2019

Thursday Thirteen #615

Do you think of yourself as a creative person? Do you sometimes find your creativity is, well, dry or suffering from lack of attention?

Being creative all the time takes a little work. Sometimes we are in the zone and we forget to look around us. Sometimes that zone goes and I'm stuck wondering what the heck happened to my ability to write lively, sparkly words.

Here are some ways to work around a rough period, or to strengthen the creative process.

1. Learn something new. Nothing can trigger an episode of raging creativity like trying to do something you haven't done before.

2. Work with someone else. Having the inspiration from a partner, editor, or just another commentary on your work can help you slip over from "okay" to "great" when you're working on a project.

3. Be curious. Be intrigued by everything around you. Who built that building? Why is the weather weird? What type of bird did you just see? Look up stuff and see what you will find.

4. Read. A lot. Reading makes you think and comprehend things in different contexts. Read experts on something you're interested in. Or read fiction just to take a break and to get the feel for a different rhythm of words.

5. Do what you love to do. Maybe you've been hacking away at some paid project. Stop and go play the guitar, or work on a project that you're interested in (maybe that secret novel in the drawer). Step back. Make sure your life is balanced between work and play.

6. Look in other artistic areas for inspiration. If you write short stories, read some poetry. Visit a museum and look at painting. Check out pottery or textile arts.

7. Don't do anything. This sounds like a strange one, doesn't it? But sometimes the best way to get your groove back is to stop. Stop thinking about it, stop worrying over it. The best ideas will come when you're in the shower or visitng a friend or something. And make sure you are getting enough sleep. Sleep is important. (Last night I dreamed we had a tiny little cow loose in the house. I was chasing that thing everywhere, yelling "Shut the door, I don't want it to poop all over the place.")

8. Take a walk. Get out in nature. Examine a tree, look at an ant colony, see how moss looks. Feel the dirt, scrape a cobweb from your face. Watch a squirrel eat a nut.

9. Make sure your workspace is what you need. Maybe you need more music, or less. Maybe you need a different kind of music for a day if you listen to the same thing over and over. Maybe you've got a lot of clutter that needs to go. Or maybe you need more clutter. Whatever works for you.

10. Ask for help, advice, or feedback. Let someone else look at your work. See what they say. It's advice, remember. You don't have to take it. But maybe they see something you're missing.

11. Think of the worst idea you've ever had. Now try to make it work. It's like solving a puzzle. Work out why the idea is terrible. What would make it work? Could you make it work? Could you take this terrible, awful idea and turn it into something grand?

12. Become an expert on the subject you're working on. Drawing a picture to demonstrate societal change? Learn about that. Become a social scientist. Writing a poem about war? Learn about war. Which war? And why are you writing about that, or any other topic? You don't have to to write or create only what you know. Go learn about something and write about that.

13. Give yourself a treat for success, and don't define success as finishing. Success could be simply being curious, or taking the first step, or making a list. You're not indulging yourself by being creative, you're being human. Humans - all of us - are creative for a reason. It's how we got to space or designed computers or cars. (Just don't reward yourself with food.) Maybe your reward is . . . more time for creativity.

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Thursday Thirteen is played by lots of people; there is a list here if you want to read other Thursday Thirteens and/or play along. I've been playing for a while and this is my 615th time to do a list of 13 on a Thursday. Or so sayth the Blogger counter, anyway.

Wednesday, July 31, 2019

Dang Blood Clot

I went back to the doctor today to see about this lovely knot on the calf of my left leg.

The blood clot is not going away. There is still swelling, though not as bad. There is not a lot of redness, and no heat. The doctor looked it over closely and decided to do some kind of blood test that I expect is expensive, because they had me sign a paper that I would pay for it. It apparently determines how well your blood clots. Or not.

At any rate, the results of this test will determine the next steps. If the result is not good, then I will need to go have an ultrasound to check for a deeper clot and to see how the veins are in my leg. If the results are good, then I just need to continue to put heat on it, elevate it, and allow time to do its thing.

Blood clots ache. I had no idea they hurt so bad. No wonder people with varicose veins have surgery to remove them. I don't have too many varicose veins; I have a few tiny little ones but they've never given me any problem. I have noticed in the last month or so that I seem to have more little red spider veins that I did.

I am purposefully not looking up information on these SVTs because I don't want to scare myself. I already made that mistake once - the first place I looked said that while it was rare, blood clots could be a result of pancreatic cancer. My mother died of pancreatic cancer so of course that was a high red flag. Good grief.

So I haven't read much about this and am relying on my doctor instead.

My grandmother had varicose veins and according to my aunt, she experienced these superficial venous thrombosis things. It's probably hereditary.

In the meantime, it's stormed and we had hay down, so it's wet and pretty much a loss. One of the perils of farming. It is thundering now as I speak, which means it is probably time to shut down this ol' computer and go read a book.

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Update: Friday I received the blood work back and it's not a DVT. Just something that is going to be painful and a problem for a while longer. I've decided it's probably a Hershey's Kiss stuck in there.

Tuesday, July 30, 2019

Yes, I Play Video Games

Yesterday during a conversation, I was asked what I did for stress relief. I mentioned reading, coloring, playing guitar, and video games.

You'd have thought I'd said I walked to the moon every morning.

"You play video games? At your age? And you're a woman!"

Neither of those facts have escaped me. However, I know a lot of folks my age who play video games. Whether they own up to it or not is another matter. I do because I don't care what people think of the fact that I play video games.

The fact that I am a woman - that too did not surprise me that it surprised her. There is this conventional misconception that women don't play video games. But a lot of women play video games. They may not be the shoot 'em up and leave 'em bloody kind of video games, but they are video games.

Pew Research says that 31% of women in my age bracket play video games. That's almost 1/3 of us. So why is it surprising that I play?

I play a lot of puzzle games, and those are popular with folks who have at least a bachelor's degree. I like the challenge of them. I play city-building games because they're kind of a puzzle - how do you fit this building here and get the population correct and all of that. Lots of math involved (which should make my friend Tina very happy, so I won't tell her that these days I just call out, "Alexa, what's Q x X" or whatever I need), as well as thinking and contemplating. It's a lot better than worrying about politics, I'll tell you that.

My video game playing began with pinball when I was a wee lass, and progressed from there. I thought Pong was the greatest thing ever. I loved Centipede in the arcade. I thought a weird game called Area 51 was great. I liked to play games by Apogee (and if you don't know that name, you weren't gaming in the 1990s), like Duke Nukem, Rise of the Triad, and Commander Keen.

I also loved Bethesda's Elder Scroll series and played those, too. Skyrim was the last one they put out before moving to multi-player online games. I don't like multi-player games - too much drama involved with other people - so I stick to Skyrim, which I still play every now and then. It can be time consuming and involved so I generally don't play it unless I've got a lot of downtime.

And then there was the Sims. I loved the first incarnations of the Sims; wasn't too fond of the Sims III and haven't played since. There is a Sims Freeplay app game that I play sometimes on my Kindle, but it freezes up a lot so I don't mess with it often.

Playing video games gives my brain a pause. Well, not a big pause because there is a lot of thinking involved in these games but it gives it a rest from worrying. I can't worry if I'm focusing on beating a level or finding the next treasure or whatever.

So yes, I play video games. It beats smoking, drinking, running around with men, and going wild.

Monday, July 29, 2019

A Word About My Grandfather

My maternal grandfather's birthday was July 24. I thought it was today. Oops.

I called him Granddaddy but his name was Claude Lewis Harris, Sr. He was born in 1918 in Botetourt County, VA, to James Thomas Harris and Sarah Newton Painter.  He was one of seven children.

Grandpa and Grandma married on September 16, 1942, when he was 24 years old. For a while they lived in an apartment above a store on Front Street in Salem.

Here's a Google street view:

 
 
My mother was born in the upstairs apartment, or so I was always told. Later, I'm not exactly sure when, my grandfather purchased this home on East River Side Drive in Salem. It is one of the few still standing along that area, which tends to flood. It looks very small now, but when I was a child it seemed plenty big.
 



My grandfather worked for Kroger in its Salem warehouse until he died on January 2, 1976. He was 57 years old when he had a heart attack. I'm not sure what the deal was with him and his pension, but for some reason Kroger refused to pay my grandmother whatever it was she thought they owed her. Nobody in the family shopped at Kroger for a very long time after my grandfather passed away.

He smoked cigarettes, and worked on television sets in the basement. He had a workshop where we were never supposed to go (of course we did), and we definitely were not to mess with his tools (we generally did not). I remember him as being mostly rather gruff, probably wondering who these kids were that were at his house all the time.

He always drove a big white Ford car with a blue interior. Occasionally he took us on day trips to Hillsville, where there was a big store called Hills there that had all sorts of trinkets, and to a place called Sunset or Sunnybrook or something like that up near Floyd. That store also had all sorts of intriguing items.

Once he raced us kids in a foot race, I remember, laughing all the time he was running. He also, after I reached about the age of 9 or 10, let us mow the yard. At the time he still had two boys at home - my uncles, one who is four years older than I am and the other who is a year younger than I am. He'd pay us each a quarter and we'd split the yard-mowing up for the privilege of earning that quarter.

Then, quarter in hand, we'd race off to Orange Market on Apperson Drive to purchase comic books, candy, and a soda (yes, a long time ago, you could buy all of that for a quarter. Or maybe we put our quarters together, I don't really remember).

Granddaddy came home from work every day at 4 p.m., and we ate dinner when I was there at 4:15 p.m. My mother worked about a block away, so if I stayed home from school because I was sick, I stayed with Grandma, and by the time Mom left work at 5 p.m. I was fed and she could take me home to Botetourt and put me to bed.

I have a single photo of my grandfather here somewhere, but I can't find it to show it to you. The family wasn't big on pictures so I don't think there were very many photos of him around.