Thursday Thirteen

I have a brother. We are good friends now. As siblings do, we share a history that no one else has, a bond that reaches across miles, issues, and concerns that keeps us connected to one another.

That doesn't mean he wasn't a brat when I was growing up, though.

1. He cut all the hair off of my Barbie and Midge dolls.

2. When he was around two years old, he turned on the oven eye and caused my Mrs. Beasley doll to go up in flames. (This was technically my mother's fault; Mrs. Beasley had been attacked by the neighbor's dog and needed stitches in her leg. My mother laid her close to the oven so she wouldn't forget to fix her. After the fire there was no fixing poor Mrs. Beasley.)

3. He also swallowed an entire bottle of aspirin around the same time. Fortunately for him I saw him do it and had the sense to go tell my mother, even though I was only five years old.

4. When my parents killed chickens for freezing, I found it gross and abhorrent and could scarcely eat chicken for a year. My brother, on the other hand, chased the flopping, headless chickens all over the yard, having the time of his life. I think he was about five.

5. We used to fight on the bus. Once, in a fit of rage, he called me a "Playtex deodorant tampon" in front of everyone on the bus. (I can even point out to you the spot in the road where this happened.) The bus went quiet and the older girls were appalled. "Does he even know what he said?" one of them exclaimed. I nearly died of total embarrassment.

6. When I was dating my husband, my brother came into the living room and told him that when I sneezed, I opened up the tissue paper and looked at my snot. I don't know how he got out of that one alive.

7. He put a smelly sock in my pillow case.

8. He always woke before I did and urged me to get up and go see what Santa had left under the tree for us, much to my parents' dismay. They told us every year not to get out of bed until they called us, and every year we disobeyed.

9. He rode my bicycle and left it behind my father's truck. My father proceeded to run over it, and then spanked me for not taking care of my things, even though I had no way to know my brother had been riding my bike.

10. He and a neighbor boy asked me to count out my savings one day, and I obliged. He went and told my mother I was showing off even though I was only doing what they asked. She took it all away from me. It was about $200 worth of birthday money, etc. (I have always been thrifty.) About four years later, Mom found the box of money in a closet and couldn't remember where it came from until I reminded her it was mine. She gave it back to me then.

11. One day he left his jacket in the classroom. He asked the school bus driver if he could go get it, and she said yes. Then she drove off with out him, even though I protested. This was in the 1970s - no cellphones, etc. My parents both worked a good 30-minute drive away. I was stuck on the bus. I was in the 7th grade. When I got off the bus, I told the school bus driver off in no uncertain terms, calling her a liar and evil and everything else I could think of because my head was filled with visions of my brother alone at the school, crying. I am not sure how he made it home, but he did. The next day I went straight to the principal's office to report the bus driver. She had, of course, already reported me to the principal. Given the circumstances, I received no punishment, although I was admonished to watch what I said to adults.

12. A boy named Johnny Crowe kept picking on my brother and wouldn't leave him alone. I was a senior; my brother was a freshman. I confronted Johnny Crowe in the hallway. He taunted me and asked me what I was going to do about it, so I slapped him across the face. (Actually, I think I punched him. I seem to remember blood.) I received detention for that.

13. My most favorite memory of my brother, though, is something he said when I was about 11 and he was 8. While we were at the bus stop one morning, I asked him what he would do if something happened to me and I was no longer around. "I would cry until I died," he said.


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Too-Late Tom

Mating season for turkeys is nearly over, but this poor tom hasn't picked up on the hints yet. He has been strutting in my backyard every morning for a week. This morning I saw a hen walk past him as if he wasn't standing there in all his glory, doing his best Elvis impression to woo the ladies.

He looks pretty handsome to me.

I love this shot with the sun on his tail feathers.

His head thrusts out when he goes to gobble.

Dance! Dance! Dance!

Every year my niece has a dance recital and most years I go. There is also a part called the "dad's dance" wherein the fathers of daughters in the recital do a dance and finally end up dancing with their daughters at the end.

So Saturday I sat watching dancing. The theater is dark, and I sometimes do well with photos and sometimes I don't. This year I did not do so well. But here are photos anyway:

My niece on the right, laying a bell hop.

This one came out ok.

No clue who these little ones are, but they were adorable.

More adorableness.

My niece in a cheerleader routine.

More adorable.

My niece on the left there.



More adorable.

My brother in the turquoise and black.

Brother in the back there.

Whee! Go cowboy!

This one is a little out of focus.

My brother had a little solo of his own.

More cowboy antics.

My niece comes out. Giddy up!

An overview shot of everyone doing their dance thing.

My niece doing her cow girl thing.

Wish I could have gotten a better shot here.

She looks good in a hat.

Sunday Stealing

Sunday Stealing

I say ... and you think ... ?


    Hurry! :: House is on fire!

    Dumb :: as a bag of hammers.

    Fudge :: Best stuff ever made.

    Sturdy :: Husband.

    Printing :: Wish it was my book that I've not written and probably never will.

    Itch :: Poison oak!

    Creaks :: Steps.

    Paste :: First grade.

    Waste of time :: Trying to change someone else's mind.

    Let down :: 2016.

    Cancellation :: Didn't want to go anyway.

    Suspect :: Probably a white male with a gun.

    Fireplace :: Where I burned my first diary and $200 in $20 bills. The first was intentional; the latter was not.

    Spring :: Flowers, pollen, allergies, warmer weather.

    Commute :: Glad I don't have one.

    Places :: Ireland, New Zealand, somewhere over seas.

    Fraud :: Oh jeez.

    Adoption :: Not economically feasible for us but I am glad others can manage.

    Election :: Vote blue in 2020!

    Moving day :: I will be older than dirt and maybe even that dead.

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Saturday 9: Secret Love

Saturday 9: Secret Love (1953)

Unfamiliar with this week's song. Hear it here.

Rest in peace, Doris Day (1922-2019)

1) In this song Doris admits she's spoken to the stars, "the way dreamers often do." Do you often daydream?

A. All the time. Staring out the window and losing myself is a constant past time.

2) What's the last secret you kept? (It doesn't have to be romantic.)

A. If I put it out here for the world to read, it wouldn't be a secret anymore.

3) While "Secret Love" was one of Miss Day's best-selling records, and the song won an Oscar, she did not perform it at the Academy Awards Ceremony. She said she was just too nervous to sing it live before an international television audience and an auditorium full of entertainment professionals. When did you last suffer an attack of nerves?

A. When I went to a supervisors' meeting after having sent them a Freedom of Information Act concern because they'd messed up and I caught it. I wasn't sure of my reception.

4) Doris' well-publicized attack of Oscar stage fright was unexpected because she began her career as a band singer, performing before live audiences every night. But she reportedly did develop more phobias over the years, including a fear of flying. Is there anything that scares you now, as an adult, that didn't frighten you as a child?

A. White evangelical males with big egos frighten me more now than anything ever has.

5) Doris Day made 39 movies between 1948 and 1968. She said one of her favorite things about filmmaking was working with costume designers on her wardrobe. Do you enjoy shopping for clothes?

A. Not particularly.

6) Doris confessed that when she had to lose weight for a role, she gave up ice cream. If we checked your freezer, would we find any ice cream?

A. No. You might find frozen yogurt, though.

7) In 1985, she hosted a cable show called Doris Day's Best Friends. She used the show as a platform to promote pet adoptions and animal welfare. Most of the guests were  celebrity friends who reportedly donated their salaries for appearing on the show to Doris' pet foundation. Did you more recently ask a friend for a favor, or perform a favor for a friend?

A. I have halfway performed a favor; I found the paperwork a friend asked about but I haven't taken it to her yet.

8) For more than 20 years, Doris co-owned the Cypress Inn in Carmel, CA. The Inn expects to continue on without her, and maintain the pet-friendly policies she introduced. Have you ever traveled with your dog or cat?

A. No, nor would I, and I do not believe people need to be traveling with their pets. I am highly allergic to all of them and this love-affair thing about pets has made the world a very unfriendly place for me. If I end up in a nursing home I will probably die of asthma complications brought on by someone's dog.

9) Random question: What's the last thing you complained about?

A. I went to the drugstore to pick up my medications and they gave me the generic of a drug that I only take name-brand of. They wouldn't give me the name brand (even though that was what I last had) because my doctor had sent in a new prescription and for whatever reason I ended up with the generic. Even though I said I would pay for the name brand they wouldn't give it to me. I was pissed. I might change drugstores. And this has nothing to do with the ACA; I'm on private insurance. This was some stupid insurance rule or some deal the drugstore had made with the insurer or some such bull crap. Then I came home and discovered they'd substituted generics for another one of my medications, and that doesn't always work out well for me.

Stupid capitalism. Values a stupid dollar bill over my life and well being. Fuck that.

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Thursday Thirteen

1. So Thursday rolls around and I'm not ready for it. No 13 things in my brain, no great thoughts, no wonderful experiences to relay.

2. But the blank spot on the blog sits there, staring at me. And I've been doing this for years, real years, and spent a lot of time writing 13 things on Thursdays.

3. I think about my life, and how it isn't what I thought but it's not the worst it could be, I could be paralyzed or even sicker than I am. I still do things. Sort of.

4. Then I think about my guitar and for some reason I want to stop writing and play Sound of Silence in the midst of trying to think of 13 things, so that is what I do. I pick up the guitar and I play the song in B minor.

5. Then I put the guitar away and come back to look at the page, and write #4. Then I think, now what? What? What? Maybe I could write What? 13 times. But that would be pretty boring in the end, wouldn't it?

6. Then I think about how I have historical writing to work on, my magazine project, and I wonder if maybe I shouldn't be doing that. However, I'm tired because I've had a long morning. I spent hours at the doctor's office and then I saw my chiropractor, so I'm beat.

7. I could write about how my doctor wants me to go back to physical therapy because, "as we both know, Anita, you don't do pills very well, you simply can't handle a lot of medicines," says she. She is correct.

8. The physical therapy office, though, has been painted somewhat recently, apparently with oil paint, because when I dropped of my orders for physical therapy, I smelled it. I'm allergic to oil paint. Before I got out of there, which was only a few minutes, my lips were tingling. That's what happens when I get around paint. My lips start tingling and eventually swell. So now I'm not even sure I will be able to go to physical therapy because they painted. (Why would you use oil based paint and not something that doesn't smell in a health facility, for goodness sake?)

9. That makes me sad for some reason, so I go back to the guitar and I play Vincent, or Starry Starry Night, in the key of G. My husband hates to hear me play that song because he knows it means I'm feeling sad. He isn't here, though. So I play it through a second time and then come back to write #9.

10. The only theme I see so far is guitar playing and music. And thinking. I seem to be doing lots of thinking.

11. I think thinking is a good thing until you do too much of it and then maybe you become bogged down and stuck in the thought process, and you're sloughing around like a bug in mud, trapped because of the weight of the slosh on your feet. (Did I use the word "sloughing" correctly? I'm not sure. Don't care.)

12. I need new pants. That has nothing to do with anything at all but there you go. I need new pants because I've gained weight and nothing fits me anymore. I don't know why I've gained weight except I think my thyroid is out of whack a little. The doctor is checking on that because she thinks so, too.

13. I wonder if there is a song out there about needing new pants. I can't think of one but then the song Coat of Many Colors comes to mind. I remember learning it a very long time ago and I haven't thought of it in years. I wonder if I could still play it on the guitar. I think I will go see.


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A Flat Earth, The Handmaid's Tale, and Science

If someone had asked me even 20 years ago if I knew I would on this date be reading an article in Newsweek about people who believe the earth is flat, I am sure I would have said no. I might have even laughed.

If someone had asked me 20 years ago if I thought states would be curtailing women's rights and working hard to ensure that the white race has babies by manipulating settled constitutional law and creating challenges sure to head toward a loaded, political Supreme Court, I would've thought about it a bit but rejected the idea, ultimately. But here it is. It's here. And here. And here. How long before it comes to my state?

None of this affects me personally right now, but it makes me sad. Under some of the bills, procedures I endured while trying to have a child, birth control pills I took to control endometriosis, and other drugs given me could have sent to me to jail. Or they might have simply allowed me to die instead of operating. So if you're one of those applauding these laws, please leave my blog now. Because essentially you're saying you want me, and thousands of other women like me, to die or be locked up to ease your conscious and so you can hold up your illogical and mythological religious beliefs front and center. Screw that. And screw you for thinking that.

I grew up knowing the earth was round. I do think we have been up in space. I believe my body is mine not my husband's or anyone else's for that matter. Opinion is not fact. The Bible is a book of stories, it's not fact in my mind. You might not like the color blue but I love it.

So back to the article on flat earth believers. Just like people who do not believe vaccines work, these are folks who do not respond to rational arguments. Their views are not based on anything rational in the first place.

These are people not convinced by research or data. They are convinced by people who reach them at some visceral gut level of trust (like a preacher might). Denouncing them is to threaten them. It's the same with anyone who has a different view. If you call names or do as I did above and simply say, "screw you" you're not really going to change any minds.

I am pretty sure I am not going to change any minds anyway, but it would be nice to know how to make an honest effort. I give up quickly because I don't like to argue. I have discovered, though, that in this day and age if you can't engage people on topics besides their job or maybe something like food (and not how climate change affects your dinner), you quickly run out of conversation.

How do you engage or converse with people one finds irrational? I think hearing them out is a good way to start, and then challenging them. It takes patience, though, and a bit of internal fortitude, because these folks are brazen and feel they have the Bible at their back (in many instances) and who are you, woman (with a little "w") to challenge anything anyway?

I think starting at the top of the scientific method might be a good way to begin. Ask the question. Why do you believe the earth is flat? Why do you believe women are inferior to men? Why do you believe life begins at conception and not at birth? How do you know you really have a soul? Why do you believe in goblins?

Here's the scientific method, for those who might have forgotten:

I don't think "because the Bible says so," is a reasonable, logical, and researched answer. So that might mean more questions. It might mean a great many questions, and lots of thrusts and parrying in a conversation.  

"All science deniers use roughly the same reasoning strategy. Belief in conspiracy theories, cherry picking evidence, championing their own experts. These are also the tactics used by deniers of evolution, climate change, and the recent spate of anti-vaxx," according to the Newsweek article.

So what to do? What scientists, and regular folks who believe in science, can do is this: "say much more than they do about the importance of likelihood and probability, to puncture the myth that until we have proof, any theory is just as good as any other. Scientific beliefs are not based on certainty but on "warrant"—on justification given the evidence."

Science is NOT based on certainty. Science is based on predictions, tests, etc. You are reading this on a technological device of some kind, and that didn't happen without science. People don't just magically produce cell phones or PCs or the Internet, for that matter.

Certainty cannot be the basis for comprehension and understanding. If that is the standard, "science deniers may feel justified in holding out for proof. So let's explain to them that this is not how science works. That certainty is an irrational standard for empirical belief," says Newsweek.

Science, "does NOT pretend that it has all the answers. It is open to new ideas, but also insists that these must be rigorously tested. In science there is a community standard to enforce this, based on data sharing, peer review, and replication. The scientific attitude exists not just in the hearts of individual scientists, but as a group ethos that guides empirical inquiry in a rational way," says Newsweek.

"It is reasonable to expect more interactions between scientists and science deniers, as is now happening with the measles outbreak in Washington state, where public health officials are holding workshops to talk with anti-vaxxers," Newsweek says.

It's also reasonable to have conversations about women's rights, the law, health, the judicial system, and the definition of theocracy, which is not the same as democracy in any sense of the word.

Science and scientists know that sometimes their theories are wrong. Maybe there is string theory or maybe there isn't - it's not a proven theory yet. But we have more technology in our hands in a cellphone than it took to send a rocket ship into space in the early 1960s, so why would you not believe that to be possible?

And if you believe that possible, then why would you insist that the photos taken from space are all one big conspiracy theory, and the world is really flat?

The existence of your cell phone, your car, electricity, and the gazillion other things that make up modern life - and the things that made up the agrarian life (like something simple, such as making fire) - prove science has its uses and its theories and hypotheses and those put into action are generally correct.

Otherwise we'd all still be walking, and I'd be beating a drum to send a message over to the next hill instead of picking up my cell and making a call.

It's So Party, Let's Go Dancy

Saturday night we threw a party at the Botetourt Golf & Swim Club. The event was to congratulate my nephew and his new bride on their elopement in January.

It was a nice little shindig.

Me and the unmarried nephew. Ain't he handsome?

Early beginning, just to show the decorations. Teal is the bride's favorite color.

Still waiting on folks to come.

Not as boring as that might look.

My sister-in-law. This is probably the best picture I've ever taken of her.

Party going in full swing now.

My mother-in-law (l) has a chat and a laugh.

Family photo of groom's family.

The cake!

Bride and groom cutting the cake.

Smiling at another photo op.

Chowing down!

Lots of discussions.

Grandma with grandsons & new bride.

Special thanks to my dad for letting us use the room at the country club.

Sunday Stealing

Sunday Stealing

1. Do you own your things or do your things own you?

A. I own my things. I am attached to some of my things, but there is nothing I could not live without. I might have a bit of addiction to computers but after a few days I'd be over it.

2. Would you rather lose all of your old memories or never be able to make new ones?

A. If you're not making new ones, you're probably dead or comatose, so I guess I will have to go with the first choice.

3. How do you deal with someone in a position of power who wants you to fail?

A. Tell them to kiss my ass (and then vote them out).

4. What do you have that you cannot live without?

A. My husband. I mean, I'm sure I could live without him, but I'd prefer not to. And then there's food and water, kind of life's necessities.

5. When you close your eyes what do you see?

A. Darkness.

6. What sustains you on a daily basis?

A. Chocolate.

7. What are your top five personal values?

A. Be loyal to your friends and family. Believe in yourself. Give and care for others. Stand up for what is right. Knowledge is more valuable than opinion. My tribe deserves my protection and love: if you are in my tribe I will fight for you. (I think that's more than 5.)

8. Why must you love someone enough to let them go?

A. Because if you really love someone, you are not controlling them, you are allowing him or her to grow and be the person he or she wants to be.

9. Do you ever celebrate the green lights?

A. When I hit them right and don't have to sit through the red ones, sure.

10. What personal prisons have you built out of fears?

A. I don't travel much now because of my health. And I haven't written a book.

11. What one thing have you not done that you really want to do?

A. Write a book.

12. Why are you, you?

A. Because I have unique DNA. I am also smart, intuitive, empathetic, and generally kind.

13. If you haven’t achieved it yet what do you have to lose?

A. Nothing except self-worth for not achieving it.

14. What three words would you use to describe the last three months of your life?

A. Exciting, hectic, growth.

15. Is it ever right to do the wrong thing?  Is it ever wrong to do the right thing?

A. Yes to both questions. For example, the law may say "don't swim in the creek" but if someone is drowning you must go in and save them. If the right thing hurts someone else, perhaps it really isn't the right thing. "Right thing" is somewhat subjective.

16. How would you describe ‘freedom’ in your own words?

A. Freedom! Oh freedom. That's just some people talking. Your prison is walking through this world all alone. Oops. Not my words. That's the Eagles. Freedom is the ability to do what you need and want so long as it doesn't hurt anyone else. It's also minding your business, which I wish more people would do, and dealing with your own stuff and not interfering in other people's.

17. What is the most important thing you could do right now in your personal life?

A. Manage my stress.

18. If you could ask one person, alive or dead, only one question, who would you ask and what would you ask?

A. I would ask Thomas Jefferson what the hell the second amendment really means. And then maybe get him to explain his "separation of church and state" comments.

19. If happiness was the national currency, what kind of work would make you rich?

A. Too bad in this country happiness doesn't count for anything. But writing is my work and it makes me happy. Definitely hasn't made me rich but it makes me happy when I am doing it and doing it well.

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Saturday 9: The Pefect Fan

Saturday 9
THE PERFECT FAN (1999)

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

1) In this song, a son thanks his mother for helping him grow up strong and confident. Who is the last person you thanked? What did they do for you?

A. I thanked my husband for stopping at the store to pick up the Cool Whip that I had forgotten.

2) Who was the last person to thank you for something?

A. My friend thanked me for worrying about her health.

3) This is from the Backstreet Boys' album Millennium, recorded and released in 1999. Do you remember where you were and what you were doing when 1999 turned into 2000?

A. I was at the Ringing of the Bells in Fincastle, one of the few times I've gone. The town has a tradition that goes like this: at the Courthouse, a man with a shotgun shoots the gun in the air just before midnight. The courthouse bell tolls, the Fincastle Church bell tolls, and then the Methodist Church bell tolls, then the Presbyterian Church bell tolls, and so and so forth, and this goes on for about 15 minutes. It's a tradition that is a good 150 years old.

4) This song was written by Backstreet Boy Brian Littrell. Brian voiced himself on an episode of PBS' Arthur. Arthur has been described as an "animated anthropomorphic aardvark" -- which can be difficult to say. Do you easily get tongue tied?

A. I'm a mouth of the South. So not really.

5) The French word for "mother" is "mère." What other French words do you know?

A. No. Au revoir.

6) Mother's Day is a big holiday for card shops. So are birthdays, weddings, and St. Patrick's Day. Hallmark sells greetings for everythingfrom "Congratulations on Your New Job" to "Happy Retirement." Who received the most recent card you bought?

A. My nephew.

7) Have you put away your winter clothes yet?

A. I never put them away. I have a huge walk-in closet and it all just hangs there. Eventually the winter clothes slide to the rear of the closet and then the same happens with the warm weather clothes as the weather turns.

8) Mother Winters used to scold Sam for leaving her dirty dishes in the sink. Sam admits it: as a grown up, she's still a bit of a slob. Do you lean toward "neat" or "messy?"

A. I'm a bit in between. I like things neat but I let things pile up sometimes. Besides, I live on a farm and you wouldn't believe the stuff that my husband tracks into the house. Trying to keep this place clean is a never-ending job.

9) To celebrate Mother's Day, Sam is giving away her mother's favorite: Hershey Bars. Would you prefer classic milk chocolate, dark chocolate or milk chocolate with almonds?

A. Classic milk chocolate, please.

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Thursday Thirteen

1. Some days I think back on people I've known who are gone now. I remember them at a certain age, maybe even much younger than they actually were when they died. Does that kind of recall have a name?

2. That thought led me to look up words for odd feelings. I found lists of said words on the Internet, but the words aren't in my Shorter Oxford Dictionary. If they're not in my dictionary, are they not real words? I don't know.

3. Making up words or renaming things is something I do on occasion. For example, I use the term "laminate" when I put food away with a food sealer machine. I laminate the leftovers, in other words.

4. I also change words up a bit. For example, some days I feel "decrapid," which is a cross between feeling old and feeling like crap.

5. Since "invalid," meaning not legally recognized and "invalid," meaning a sick person are the same word, sometimes I pronounce it the first way to acknowledge how I am feeling as a sick person.

6. I also use acronyms. If I tell you I'm fine, I might be okay, but more likely I'm Fucked Up, Insecure, Neurotic and Exhausted.

7. It amazes me sometimes how words flow into our language with uses we didn't foresee. In this instance I'm thinking of the word "sad," which I now equate with #45 and thus I no longer use the word much. It's become a sentence all on its own. Maybe it always was.

8. Other words become verbs or nouns. "Friended" is a favorite irritation of mine. "I friended her on Facebook." What happened to "befriend"? It's a perfectly good word. "I befriended her on Facebook."

9. What does "incentivize" even mean? I think it means to encourage or push someone to do something. Why not "prod" or something. Good grief.

10. Phrases that are old to me: think out of the box, pay it forward, everything happens for a reason.

11. Phrases that simply silly to me: cray cray for crazy. Po-po for police. Just sayin'. My bad.

12. Am I guilty of using some of these words or phrases? Of course I am. I'm a human being living in this madhouse world, simply trying to muddle through life until my last breath, like everyone. Sometimes the most thoughtless way is the easiest and quickest way through the murk.

13. Even though language changes are different, or I think they are silly, that doesn't mean they aren't legitimate. I mean, I will laminate my food until my dying day but that doesn't mean everyone else will (though I do wonder what other people call it as a short cut).

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 603rd time to do a list of 13 on a Thursday. Or so sayth the Blogger counter, anyway.