Friday, May 27, 2022

A Tale of Two Women

I have never met in person the two women I'm about to write about. I won't use real names, but I'll call them Susan and Jamie.

Susan is someone I know (or knew) from blogging. She became ill with cancer and stopped blogging, but wrote me and asked if we could correspond by email.

We started emailing in 2012, and we exchanged over 220 emails (I still have them).  She was having a tough time with her health care - she couldn't find a good doctor, other health issues cropped up that may or may not have been related to her cancer and/or to her treatment.

She wouldn't go to the emergency room even though she was quite sick from the sounds of it.

I don't know if she had insurance. I know she wasn't yet old enough for Medicare. Lack of insurance may have been the issue.

Even so, I grew frustrated with her inability to find health care. She had access to major universities with great health care programs, but she wouldn't go. I felt sure some of this was related to finances, but she was quite sick, and I was concerned about her. She was also constantly self-diagnosing and trying to deal with her issues via the Internet.

That obviously wasn't working.

She last wrote me in March 2021, a depressive missive that sounded full of despair and a desire to feel better but without much hope of it happening. She wouldn't go to the hospital because of Covid. I wrote her back and suggested she stop relying on Dr. Google, find a decent physician, and suck it up and go to the ER.

She never wrote me back. 

I've written her since then but had no response.

She was so ill the last time I heard from her that I periodically look up her name in the obituaries for her community. I have yet to find her name, but that doesn't mean she's still alive.

I'm rather afraid she may have passed away. I also suspect I will never know one way or the other.

The other woman, whom I will call Jamie, is someone I know on Facebook. She is a distant cousin through my father's side, somehow or another, and she has multiple health problems, like MS and lymphoma and other things. She obviously does not feel well most of the time.

Now she's having some kind of issue that sounds like progressive breast cancer, and she can't get into the breast care center because of her insurance. She has been to the ER and she made appointments, only to be told she wouldn't be seen because of her insurance.

Good thing we don't have the government running insurance companies because, you know, the government might be telling her she can't have a breast exam instead of a private insurance company. As if there would be any difference.

What I want to know is, what kind of screwed up country is this where people who are this sick cannot find doctors or get the care they need to keep from not only feeling bad, but dying? What is wrong with our health care system? Why do we have billionaire playboys flying off into the lower atmosphere of "space" when we have other people who can't get in to see a doctor?

Why is this ok? It is not ok. It's disgusting.

What is wrong with us as a nation? Are we that hard-hearted? Are we incapable of empathy? Do we not ever worship anything but the almighty dollar bill? Is power and money the only thing that matters here?

Whatever happened to courtesy, to love, to understanding, to caring?

What kind of monstrous people are we?

Thursday, May 26, 2022

Thursday Thirteen

Here are 13 facts about my locality, based on the 2020 Census.

Total Population - 34,747 (100%)

Population in Households - 34,460 (99.2%)

Population in Families - 29,603 (85.2%)

Population in Group Quarters - 287 ( 0.8%) (this includes nursing home facilities)

Population Density - 64

Diversity Index - 16 (different races and ethnic groups. The lower the number, the less diverse. We are not diverse.)

Total HU (Housing Units)  - 15,534 (100%)

Owner Occupied HU - 11,771 (75.8%)

Renter Occupied HU - 2,011 (12.9%)

Vacant Housing Units - 1,752 (11.3%)

Median Home Value - $274,781

Average Home Value - $312,146

Housing Affordability Index - 152 (above 100 means increased affordability)


We do not have a lot of affordable housing here, although that may be improving with the addition of apartment complexes on the southern end. Appearances and actual data are not always the same. That housing affordability index number surprised me the most.

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Wednesday, May 25, 2022

He Did Not Act Alone

He did not act alone, this shooter who, at last count, had taken 19 lives and wounded countless others during a massacre in an elementary school in Uvalde, TX yesterday.

Nor did the shooter who took 10 lives at a grocery store in Buffalo, New York on May 14.

And neither did the male (they are almost always male) who killed 13 people in Virginia Beach, VA on May 31, 2019, or man who killed 12 people on November 7, 2018, in Oakland, CA.

The man who killed 17 students in Parkland, FL, in 2018 did not act alone, nor did the man who killed 61 people in Las Vegas, NV on October 1, 2017. Neither did the fellow who killed 50 people in Orlando, FL in 2016, or the guy who killed 26 people at Sandy Hook Elementary School in 2012. Or the man who killed 32 at Virginia Tech in 2007.

We all have blood on our hands because we sit back and offer "thoughts and prayers" as if that is going to stop this grotesque mindset that Americans have, this horrific, terrible thought that "owning my gun" is more important than the life of, well, anybody.

Our senators do nothing. This falls mostly on the Republican side, but the Democrats are proving so useless and spineless that I have come to the conclusion they are complicit, not merely complacent, in all of this, or else they'd find a work-around the stupid rules in the Senate and the House. Those are rules, not laws, and rules are meant to be broken from time to time.

Sometimes even laws need to be broken, and sometimes a perceived right is not a right. I am being inundated by opinion pieces telling me women do not have the right to have an abortion under the US Constitution, but everyone (especially men, apparently), has the right to carry a gun, even though when the US Constitution was written "bearing arms" did not mean carrying a gun. It meant being in the damn military. One can't pick and choose "rights" from that dusty document.

We have to be the most gruesome, gory, heartless, warlike bunch of people to ever live on this planet.

The blood running down the street belongs to all of us, because we accept this as the way of life in the USA. This doesn't happen in other countries. Only here. Anybody want to take a guess as to why that is?

I am all for gun reform. I am for background checks, for making people who own guns carry appropriate insurance, for taking them away from people who shouldn't have them. I am a gun owner - I live on a farm and occasionally they're necessary, when a coyote is killing a calf, or a rabid groundhog goes after a dog. My husband hunts. He pays a fee to get a license every year. 

We both have had gun training. I treat guns with the utmost respect; they are locked up.

But I've blood on my hands, too. I haven't called my legislator every day demanding something be done. I've written a few letters from time to time, but it's not a constant drumbeat.

Why is it acceptable that young children have to have lock down drills in case of a massive shooting incident in this country? Why must we thrive on fear - not only of other countries, but of our own people? I do not believe any of this has to be because "it is what it is." Acceptance indicates lack of desire to change.

I do not accept this.

Isn't it time that we the people, the ones who are really supposed to run this government, stand up and say, no more?

Isn't it time we the people bring the country back to some semblance of sanity? Wasn't one million dead from Covid enough for two years?

My god, how much death do we need to prove our points? How many more elementary school children have to die to prove that certain segments of the population only care about youth when they're in a woman's uterus? Those elementary school children had heartbeats too.

Out, damn spot! Out I say! . . . What need we fear who knows it, when none can call our power to account?

Take back our power, people. Wash the blood from our hands, remove the idiots in office, find our footing, and regain our sense of society as a whole. We are all one. We are not islands unto ourselves. We're a society. We're supposed to look out for one another. We're supposed to be brothers and sisters.

It's way past time we act like it.

Tuesday, May 24, 2022

Flowers

 








Monday, May 23, 2022

Three Cheers!

Last week, I finished up my last bottle of Cheer Free & Gentle. I've used this detergent since before I married. My mother used it.

Yes, there's a note on the
bottle reminding my husband
not to use this detergent.

But even before the pandemic, it had become hard to find.

After the pandemic, it was nigh impossible, unless I wanted to pay $30.00 for a 64 oz bottle on Amazon.

I did not.

So, I used it only on my personal intimate clothes, and squeezed about a year out of this bottle.

I tossed it into the recycling bin with much sorrow.

Then, on a whim, I checked for it again on Amazon. Still $30 a bottle. A comment, though, suggested it was now available at Walmart again.

I checked there and hit the jackpot!

I could get Cheer Free & Gentle for $8.08 for a 64 oz bottle! Yes!

It arrived over the weekend, and I am so pleased.

For my other clothes, I use All Free. I have been asked in the past why I don't simply use All Free for everything.

The answer?

Because I suspect I can use All Free on my intimates and not break out, but I know for certain I can use Cheer Free on them and not have any issues.

Hurray for Cheer Free!



Sunday, May 22, 2022

Sunday Stealing



1. Who do you take for granted?

A. No one, I hope, but I am sure there is someone. Maybe my husband, to some degree. He's here all the time and it's easy to do that to the people you love.

2. Short, knee, or ankle skirts?

A. I usually don't wear skirts. And I do, they are usually down to my ankle.

3. Do you wear a hat?

A. Sometimes.

4. Who's your favorite cartoon character?

A. Bugs Bunny. What's up, Doc?

5. Does break dancing impress you?

A. Well, it's certainly not something I can do.

6. Are you a miracle?

A. I don't think so, but I know some people consider other people, whoever they are, to be miracles.

7. Have you ever eaten tofu?

A. Yes, and it was terrible.

8. Does the moon have an effect on your mood?

A. I don't think so. Storms give me migraines, though.

9. Many people will say that the Harry Potter books are pure fluff with no literary value. Do you agree?

A. They engaged many children when they were popular. There is great value in reading, so I think the books offered plenty of value. As to whether or not that was literary value, well, that's rather subjective, isn't it?

10. What are you doing next Wednesday?

A. Apparently waiting on the car to be fixed at the dealer lot.

11. Why do so many people think Elvis is still alive?

A. Because people need to believe in something besides themselves, I suppose. I do not understand hero worship or cult-like mindset, but it seems to be strong in a certain component of the population.

12. Are your hands cold?

A. At the moment they're a little swollen and itchy because I've been cleaning, and I did not use gloves when I had my hands in some cleaner.
               
13. Have you ever given blood?

A. Yes.

14. What sci-fi books do you read?

A. I lean more toward fantasy than sci-fi. I used to read Star Trek: Voyager books, though.

15. Have you ever belonged to a sorority or a fraternity?

A. No. I belonged to the Pinnacle Honor Society when I was in college, but not to a sorority or a fraternity. I didn't live on campus, and I was an older student.


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Saturday, May 21, 2022

Saturday 9: River of No Return

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


1) Marilyn Monroe performed this song in the 1954 western, River of No Return. In the movie (and at the beginning of this clip) she wears jeans. The wardrobe mistress bought the jeans off the rack at JC Penney's. Yet because of their connection to Marilyn, they are valuable memorabilia. Designer Tommy Hilfiger bought them for a reported $75,000 and today they hang in the closet of Britney Spears. Do you ever shop at thrift stores or websites for second-hand or vintage clothes?

A. I do not. The local Goodwill smells like an old attic and makes me sneeze so I don't go in there. Second-hand clothes would have to come from a non-smoking, no-pet home for me to consider them.

2) In this song, she sounds melancholy as she recalls a lover who has gone. We hope this morning you're feeling more chipper than Marilyn. In one word, describe your mood.

A. Whinging.

3) In real life, Marilyn's love life was sailing along. During the filming of this movie, her famous boyfriend, Joe DiMaggio, visited her on location in Canada and they were married by the time the movie was released. Joltin' Joe was of course one of baseball's greats. How is your baseball team doing this season?

A. I don't watch baseball. The horse I rooted for won the Kentucky Derby, though.

4) It was during her romance with Joe that Marilyn learned to cook. She enjoyed preparing Thanksgiving stuffing from scratch. Do you have a favorite recipe to share?

A. Chicken and rice casserole. Ingredients: 6 chicken thighs (it doesn't really matter whether they're bone-in or not). 2 cups white rice. 2 cups water. 1 can cream of chicken soup. 1 can cream of celery soup. 1 can of broccoli cheese soup (or any other cream of something soup). 3 tablespoons butter. Cooking spray.  Preheat oven to 350 degrees. Coat a 9" x 13" baking dish with the cooking spray. Add together rice, water, and 3 cans of soup in a bowl; mix well. Pour into baking dish. Place chicken pieces on top of rice mixture. Drizzle the butter over the chicken and rice. Cover with foil and bake for 1 1/2 hours. If it looks a little soupy after that time, remove foil and cook for another 20 minutes. If the chicken thighs have skin, you can broil the casserole at the end of the cooking time for about 5 minutes to create extra crispy chicken skin. (You could modify this recipe by putting in squash instead of chicken, I suppose, those I haven't tried it, and if you stuck with cream of celery or cream of broccoli soup, I suppose it could pass as vegetarian. Also, this makes A LOT of rice.)
 
5) Over her lifetime, Marilyn had 43 different addresses. She was always a renter until February 1962, when she bought her final home in Brentwood. If you're a renter, do you ever wish you owned? If you're an owner, do you ever think you'd be happier as a renter?

A. We rented early in our marriage and were eager to build a home and stop paying rent. I doubt I would be happier as a renter.
 
6) Marilyn tended to her famous alabaster complexion with Nivea, which is still available at drugstores today. What's the last thing you purchased at a drugstore? Was it medication? Food or snacks? Health and beauty? Something else?

A. I purchased envelopes and birthday cards.
 
7) Her signature scent was Chanel No. 5. What fragrance do you wear most often?

A. I do not wear fragrances. Everything I put on me is unscented and hypoallergenic.

8) The year Marilyn's recording was released, John Travolta was born. What's your favorite John Travolta movie?

A. Grease. I think it's the only one I've watched him in.
 
9) Random question: What happened to your first car? (Sold? Traded in? Still in your garage?)

A. My first car was an old Jeep that my father taught me to drive on when I was about 13; I don't know what happened to it. When I obtained my driver's license, my father gave me an old Datsun, which passed to my brother after I got a job and bought a used Mustang. I traded the Mustang (which had a sunroof that leaked and dumped water on my head every time in rained) for a brand-new Pontiac T-1000, which to this day remains the only vehicle I actually picked out on my own and purchased. My husband did not like that car because it was small, so we traded it for a 1983 Ford Thunderbird in 1985. Then we traded that for a 1989 Ford Taurus. Then we traded that Taurus for a 1998 Taurus, and that Taurus for a 2001 Taurus, and that Taurus for a 2003 Toyota Camry. We had problems with the last two Taurus's; hence the quick trades. We traded the 2003 Camry in 2014 for another Camry, and that's the car I am driving today.

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Thursday, May 19, 2022

Thursday Thirteen

I was trying to think of songs that today's generation wouldn't understand, but I can't come up with 13 because my brain is old. But maybe I can come up with 13 things they won't understand, anyway.

1. The song "Operator" by Jim Croce. I doubt anyone born after 1995 knows what a telephone operator is.

Ok, I can only think of one song although I had a list running in my head earlier. I really am brain dead at the moment. Other things?

2. Rolodex. 

3. VHS tapes

4. Beta Max tapes

5. Telephone booths

6. The dial-up sounds from the early days of the Internet

7. Pagers

8. Telephone books

9. Fax machines

10. Mimeograph machines (that's going way back, isn't it)

11. School House Rock

12. Floppy disks

13. Rotary phones (and party lines!)


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Wednesday, May 18, 2022

New(ish) Gnome

This firefighter gnome came to live with us years ago. Maybe 15 years ago or more, I don't remember. I don't know where I bought him or what I paid for him.


The gnome


He was looking his age, though. All the color was gone from his hat, and his boots were all scraped up. Otherwise, he was in good shape.

I brought him inside and washed him off, scrubbing him with one of those smiling scrubby things, which took off even more paint.

I sat him aside, but over the last week, I've been repainting him.

Now he looks like this:

The gnome repainted!

Side/rear shot of Mr. Firefighter Gnome

Ta dah!

Now to find some clear coat paint to finish him off, and then he'll go back out into what used to be the rose garden, but which now is a rock garden.


Tuesday, May 17, 2022

Lady Cardinal

Society tends to ignore females in favor of males (still). We do this in the natural world, too. The flashier male birds, the bucks with antlers, the lion with his gorgeous mane - these get the attention and the eye of the photographer.

But the females of the species have beauty and worth, too. So here is a female cardinal.



Monday, May 16, 2022

Lunar Eclipse

We had mostly cloud cover last night during the lunar eclipse, but I caught these shots between 11:50 p.m. and 12:05 a.m. when there was a small break in the clouds. I took 50 photos but most of them were slightly shaky. (I guess I am not steady at that hour.) Then there was nothing but clouds as far as I could see, and I went back to bed.





That last photo shows how small the moon looked during this eclipse. The last time I took photos of a lunar eclipse, the moon looked bigger. If you study the last photo closely, you can see a few stars and a faint tree line at the bottom, but you have to look hard to make out those details.

I was using a Nikon Coolpix B700 camera to take these photos.


Sunday, May 15, 2022

Sunday Stealing


1. Where do you get your news these days?

A. I subscribe to two local newspapers (print). I have a digital subscription to The New York Times. I watch the local news. I read The Guardian and sometimes Al Jazeera. I also read a lot of articles from The Atlantic, The New Yorker, and other outlets.

2. Do you like crab meat? What makes you crabby?

A. I love crab meat, but I developed a shellfish allergy about 10 years ago. My husband being crabby makes me crabby!

3. Does freedom mean more choices? Have you ever felt there were too many choices? Elaborate.

A. I do not think more choice is the equivalent of freedom. Having a choice of various brands of green beans doesn't make me any freer. It just takes up my time. I liked things better when we only had three or four TV channels and we all listened to the same music. Now nobody has anything to talk about except politics, and I'd much rather discuss some great TV show.

4. Barbara Millicent Roberts was introduced to the world on March 9, 1959...that's Barbie to most of us. Did you have Barbies as a kid, or did you let your own children play with Barbies? What well known Barbara (living or not) would you most like to meet?

A. I had Barbies but I did not play with them much. I would like to meet Barbara Eden. She is 90 years old now! But she was the lead in I Dream of Jeannie. (She was also the first Barbara who came to mind.)

5. What are three things you value most in another person?

A. Honesty, loyalty, and integrity.

6. How would you define “old.”  At what age is a person old?

A. I don't consider people "old" anymore, now that I am sort of there myself. Things become old - usually at 50 years old, things are old. But people aren't old, they're just seasoned.

7. A place you’ve been that’s “old.”  Tell us something about your visit there.

A. We have visited Williamsburg several times. The copper kettles and other copper items in the shops were made by a friend of ours from my nearest town.

8. Something you miss about the “good old days.”  When were they?

A. The "good old days" are going to differ for every generation. For me they were the late 1960s and 1970s, I suppose. I miss TV that was worth watching.

9. In what way are you a 'chip off the old block'? Or if you'd rather, in what way is your child a 'chip off the old block'?

A. I don't know that I am a "chip off the old block." Maybe in the way I am quick to anger sometimes.

10. Old fashioned, Old Testament, old timer, same old same old, old glory, good old boy, old wives tale . . . choose an 'old' phrase that relates to something in your life or the wider world currently and explain.

A.  Every day here is the same old same old, especially since the pandemic, because we mostly stay home and do chores around the house and farm.

11. July 5th is National Hawaii Day...have you ever been to Hawaii? Any desire to visit or make a return trip? Pineapple, mango, or guava...what's your pleasure?

A. I have never been to Hawaii.

12. Last time you were 'thrown in at the deep end'? Explain.

A. When I was asked to write a magazine about my county for its 250th birthday, I felt thrown in the deep end because that was something I'd never done before, but I did a great job if I do say so myself.

13. Sun, sea, sand, salt...your favorite when it comes to summer?

A. Shade.

14. Bury your head in the sand, the sands of time, draw a line in the sand, pound sand, shifting sands...pick one and tell us how the phrase currently relates to your life in some way.

A. My life is like shifting sands, as it looks the same from day to day, but underneath there is a vast current of unsteadiness and dismay.

15. On a scale of 1-10 (1 = make your own rules and 10=like a warden), how strict were your parents? If you're a parent where on the scale do you land? 

A. My parents were about a 5. They had rules but they were like those shifting sands and sometimes you didn't know you were breaking them because they weren't a rule yesterday.

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Saturday, May 14, 2022

Saturday 9: Give A Little Love


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

In memory of Naomi Judd (1946-2022)

1) In this week's song, the Judds tell us they aren't impressed by diamonds or foreign travel. If you had your choice, would you prefer a $1,500 diamond pendant or a $1,500 voucher from United Airlines?

A. The diamond pendant. I could sell that and get something I really wanted, like a new guitar or a good gaming computer.

2) In the video for this song, the Judds are shown having fun on the beach. Do you have any trips to the beach planned for the upcoming summer months?

A. We have no vacations planned at the moment.

3) Early in their career, this mother-daughter duo performed in clubs venues around San Francisco, where they called themselves The Hillbilly Women. Have you recently been to a bar or restaurant with live music?

A. I haven't eaten in a restaurant since last August (2021). They did not have live music. Prior to that, I hadn't been in a restaurant since maybe November 2019.

4) They moved to Nashville in 1979 in search of greater success. During the three years it took them to score a record contract, Naomi supported the family as a part-time nurse and occasional model. She enjoyed the flexibility so her schedule could accommodate auditions. Do you like having a pre-planned schedule? Or would you rather keep things loose?

A. I like deadlines but how I get to them needs to be unplanned.

5) Wynona sang the Elvis classic "Burning Love" in 2002 Disney movie Lilo and Stitch. What's the most recent Disney movie you've seen?

A. Beauty and the Beast
 
6) In 2011, Wynona wrote her first novel, Restless Heart, about a country singer struggling with the price of fame. Have you ever tried your hand at writing fiction?

A. Yes, but I have not been very successful at it. I had a short story published a long time ago, and I won a couple of writing contests, but that's it.

7) Kid sister Ashley Judd is the only woman in her immediate family to not change her first name. Naomi was born Diana, and Wynona was originally Christina. Do you like your first name?

A. Yes.
 
8) In 1988, the year this song was popular, Sonny Bono went from entertainer to politician when he was elected Mayor of Palm Springs. Have you met the mayor of your town?

A. I don't live in a town, I live in a county, but I know all of the supervisors who run the county, and the county administrator, and I know most of the mayors and council members of the nearby towns.

9) Random question: Were you a member of the Columbia House Record Club?

A. I tried to be. I sent off my nickel or dollar or whatever it was, but I never got anything back for it.

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Thursday, May 12, 2022

Thursday Thirteen #755

Alexa tells me today is "limerick" day. So without further ado -

(I didn't write these.)


1. Limericks I cannot compose,
With noxious smells in my nose.
But this one was easy,
I only felt queasy,
Because I was sniffing my toes.

2. There was a young woman named Bright,
Whose speed was much faster than light.
She set out one day,
In a relative way,
And returned on the previous night.

3. There was an odd fellow named Gus,
When traveling he made such a fuss.
He was banned from the train,
Not allowed on a plane,
And now travels only by bus.

4. There once was a fly on the wall,
I wonder, why didn’t it fall?
Because its feet stuck? Or was it just luck?
Or does gravity miss things so small?

5. There once was a man from Tibet,
Who couldn’t find a cigarette
So he smoked all his socks,
and got chicken-pox,
and had to go to the vet.

6. There was a young woman named Bright,
Whose speed was much faster than light.
She set out one day,
In a relative way,
And returned on the previous night.

7. I need a front door for my hall,
The replacement I bought was too tall.
So I hacked it and chopped it,
And carefully lopped it,
And now the dumb thing is too small.

8. There once was a boy named Dan,
who wanted to fry in a pan.
He tried and he tried,
and eventually died,
that weird little boy named Dan.


9. A newspaperman named Fling,
Could make “copy” from any old thing.
But the copy he wrote,
Of a five-dollar note,
Was so good he now wears so much bling.

10. I know an old owl named Boo,
Every night he yelled Hoo,
Once a kid walked by,
And started to cry,
And yelled I don’t have a clue!

11. I once fell in love with a blonde,
But found that she wasn’t so fond.
Of my pet turtle named Odle,
whom I’d taught how to Yodel,
So she dumped him outside in the pond.

12. I’d rather have Fingers than Toes,
I’d rather have Ears than a Nose.
And as for my Hair,
I’m glad it’s all there,
I’ll be awfully sad, when it goes.

13. There was a Young Lady whose chin
Resembled the point of a pin:
So she had it made sharp,
And purchased a harp,
And played several tunes with her chin. (Edward Lear)

These came from this page. Visit it to read more limericks!

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Wednesday, May 11, 2022

The Madness of Crowds

This is going to be mixed up, because I have a lot of mixing up in my head at the moment. I just finished listening to the audio version of The Madness of Crowds, by Louise Penny,* and this, along with the (very loud and frustrating) conversation on Roe v Wade has my head spinning.

So spoilers for the Louise Penny book - you've been warned. As for the rest, well, I like to use the word "fuck" a lot so you've been warned there, too.

In the book, Penny deals with life post-pandemic, but she takes on multiple heady topics, including, kind of, abortion.

The story is about a statistician who has determined that because of the decline in resources, statistics indicate that it should be mandatory to kill off the elderly at a certain age, and to kill off disabled people, including children. Only the healthy (whatever that is) should be allowed to live. 

The inspector is asked to protect the statistician when she has a talk near his home, someone tries to shoot her, someone else is murdered, he has to find the murderer, blah blah.

The underlining themes of this book are troubling and troublesome. We had people in the United States saying that grandmas should take one for the team and just die of Covid. These were Republican members of various state legislatures, if I remember correctly. I find the idea morally reprehensible, although I think if Grandma knows she has uncurable cancer and wants to take an early out, she should have the right to do that. But it shouldn't be forced on her.

This story is about the government forcing early death. That's the statistician's premise.

It gets mixed up even more because the inspector's second in command, Jean-Guy, has, in the previous book All the Devils Are Here, had a second child, one born with Down's Syndrome.

The reader (or listener, in my case), sees Jean-Guy's angst over his child in this latest book. At one point he calls her a burden and he is totally floored by his own words. He can't believe he called his daughter that. He loves his daughter - but.

There is talk about why Jean-Guy and Annie didn't abort early on when they learned the child had Down's Syndrome. He said he and his wife discussed it but decided against it. But, he also admits they weren't prepared for what raising a disabled child means. He questions the decision, but ultimately decides they made the choice appropriate for them, and he loves his daughter (without the "but"). He finds the statistician abhorrent because she would have his child "dismissed" from life.

So here we are with a fictional story that is hitting hard emotionally on all sorts of topics, from ridding the world of the elderly to disabled children and quality of life, and abortion. When is killing good? When is it bad? What constitutes a legitimate killing? Is a fetus a person?

And all around me I see fucking morons who have no idea what they're talking about trying to lay claim to the authority of women's bodies. Until a fetus is out of its mother's body, it's a parasite. It can't exist without the womb.

This is a decision that's nobody's business but the woman's and possibly the man she is involved with, but I have noticed men have simply taken three steps backwards and are out of this conversation, except for the big high-powered white assholes who are making the decisions for the little women anyway.

Over on Facebook, I'm involved in a discussion where two people who were unwanted wish they'd never been born, and being unwanted meant that they had severely crappy childhoods (sexual abuse, verbal abuse, physical abuse, etc.), another who was adopted who thinks we're all saying she shouldn't have been born, when no one is saying that at all, another who survived an ectopic pregnancy thanks to Roe v Wade (I wrote about a similar situation for myself last week), and a lawyer who's chimed in about bodily autonomy and how forcing a woman into pregnancy is similar to slavery.

This is a group of well-educated highly informed women discussing a very emotional and highly complex topic. We are doing it without name-calling, without yelling, without calling one another names, or being overly upset (except for the adoptee, although I think she understands that we're all glad her mother chose to have her and give her up. We're glad she had that choice.). 

And the questions we're really asking are these: if Roe v Wade is abolished, who is going to take care of all of these unwanted children? Who is going to see that the mothers receive appropriate prenatal care? Are we going to revive orphanages? Are we going to throw more money at a foster care system that doesn't work? What about the children with disabilities? Who is going to care for them? The Republicans already are working to undo all the social networks we have in place to keep people from dying of starvation. What are they going to do for these children they want to force women to have?

Are we going to look at the racism that is really behind this? If one traces the issues of abortion and current discussion back to its beginnings, we find the KKK and white nationalism and racism behind it. Nobody cares if there are black babies being aborted. It's the white women they're after here, and everyone knows that. It really is The Handmaid's Tale

The poor and minorities are going to be the ones suffering because some powerful white male and his wife want to adopt a sweet little white kid and they can't get one from Ukraine at the moment, because, you know, fucking fascists are over there bombing the place while the fucking fascists here in the US are undermining the Constitution at every turn and have made a mockery out of what once was a legitimate government. (Thanks a lot, GQP.)

In the meantime, we have these anti-human fuckers who really wouldn't care if certain people already living died. They want a war and they want blood. They're ready to shoot me because they think I'm a Democrat (I'm not, really, I'm what a Republican used to be, a very long time ago). They're ready to shoot me because I couldn't have children. They'll shoot me because I'm fat. They'll shoot me because I'm old. They'll shoot me because I used to be a journalist. They'll shoot me because they can because we're too fucking stupid to understand what the Second Amendment of the Constitution really says, because the fucking Supreme Court conveniently overlooked the "well-armed militia" part of the amendment.

I have a niece and a great-niece. Roe v Wade doesn't affect me personally, but it affects young people I care about. I don't want my niece to have to have a child if she should become pregnant before she's ready to raise that baby. I don't want my tiny little great-niece growing up thinking she is a second-class citizen simply because she is a girl. I want her to grow up thinking she's Wonder Woman and she can do whatever the hell she wants with her life (within reason, of course). If she wants to wait until she's 40 years old to have her first child because she wants to build up a law career and be a partner in a law firm, then I want her to be able to do that. I sure don't want her to have to have a child because some asshole convinces her to have sex when she's 14.

Mostly I want people to stop and think, use logic, and take emotions out of the law. Law is about thinking and rationality. Rational people believe murdering the elderly or disabled children is wrong. That isn't a liberal point of view (as someone said in the reviews of Penny's book on Amazon). That's a humanistic point of view. That's a moral point of view.

And as for Roe v Wade, we're not gods, and if women have to give up the right to abortion and their bodily autonomy, then I want a chastity belt slapped around the pelvis of every man on this dying, decaying, morally bankrupt planet, and the keys left on the wall of some female judge who lives 500 miles away. Because without that damn penis, we wouldn't be having this discussion. That's where the problem lies, so let's fix the problem that way, instead of placing it all on the woman.


*Also, I did not like this book as well as the others in the Three Pines series.*

Tuesday, May 10, 2022

Traitors Who Profit

Perhaps I should be grateful to all of these folks from the former guy's administration who are putting out books, each one more putrid than the last, citing the many crimes and treasonous acts perpetrated in the name of the United States of America during those horrible four years.

Or maybe I should be grateful to Steve Schmidt, a former Republican and founder of the Lincoln Project, for just now pointing out links between the McCain campaign and Russia.

The threads weave in and out, a tapestry of lies, deceit, deception, and corruption. An afghan throw knitted so deep and so tightly that it would smother the flames of Hell, if I believed in Hell.

But I am not grateful. The people who need to read these words, the people who need to see these connections, will either (a) not read them, or (b) find them entirely appropriate.

And these writers are profiting off of words that should have been said long ago.

Here's a list of some of the books:

Bob Woodward’s Fear

Katy Tur’s Unbelievable

Sinking in the Swamp, by reporters Lachlan Markay and Asawin Suebsaeng

Other books by aides like Cliff Sims, Sean Spicer, and John Bolton

Nightmare Scenario, by Washington Post reporters Yasmeen Abutaleb and Damian Paletta

The Wall Street Journal’s Michael Bender published Frankly, We Did Win This Election: The Inside Story of How Trump Lost, which includes information that the former guy wanted the military to “beat the f***” out of Americans protesting last summer for racial justice, and to “crack their skulls.”

I Alone Can Fix It: Donald J. Trump’s Catastrophic Final Year, from Washington Post reporters Carol Leonnig and Philip Rucker. They also wrote A Very Stable Genius.

Michael Wolff authored Landslide: The Final Days of the Trump Presidency. He also wrote Fire and Fury, which the former guy tried to suppress. He'd also written Siege: Trump Under Fire in 2019.

Then there's Jonathan Karl’s Betrayal, a tell-all about the final weeks of the Trump presidency.

And more.

The thing is, while much of this information was reported in tiny little stories in newspapers that no one reads anymore, the public missed it. This information was there and available even as the nation was being flushed down the proverbial toilet.

No one paid attention.

And frankly, it is frustrating to the nth degree that these threads and weaves were not made more public.

And it is even more frustrating that the public is still not paying attention, is still running rampage under some fuming crowd sickness, a fugue state that has gripped at least a third of the nation and turned them into cult zombies who cannot think for themselves. They do not realize that not only are they jeopardizing their own futures, but they are also totally demolishing any hope their children might have had of living a decent and tolerable life.

I'm not talking about the Republican Party. The Republican Party that I knew - the one my father and my brother still think they belong to as businessmen - does not exist any longer. It has been taken over by a rabid wave of fascist evangelical lunatics who are, at the least, the equivalent of an American Taliban. A group of people who think things are fine so long as what one does is something they agree with. And if you're different, or don't agree with them, then you become other, as if it were you (the Democrat, the LBGQT, the teacher, the firefighter, the police officer, the black person, the Native American, whoever, really) who had turned into some frothing werewolf, when the reality is, they are the ones living now in an alternate world, a world that doesn't recognize reality and doesn't know it when it hits them upside the head with a voting machine.

While so many are busy trying to redo the 2020 election - STILL - I want someone to investigate the 2016 election.

Because I think that one was the one that was rigged. That one was the one that gave us Putin's puppet, and let the hounds of hell loose, leaving the rest of us to sit and try to furiously crochet our way out of the fires of hell on earth.

And as for these assholes who are profiting off of knowledge that should have been shouted from rooftops and made public years ago, even a decade ago, if not longer, shame on you. You are no American.

You're a fucking traitor.

Sunday, May 08, 2022

Sunday Stealing

Sunday Stealing

1. Do you like your handwriting?

A. Oh no. My handwriting is horrible. I am the only person who can read it, and sometimes even I can't read it. My mother had beautiful handwriting. Mine is small and cramped.

2. Do you like roller coasters?

A. Not anymore. I didn't mind them when I was younger, but after I turned 30 all of those rides made my body ache.

3. Do you like scary movies?

A. Not really.

4. Do you like shopping?

A. I used to, but it has become more chore than joy since the pandemic.

5. Do you like to talk on the phone?

A. Yes. I prefer that to texting. Texting has its place, but it doesn't replace hearing the sound of a loved one's voice.

6. Do you sleep with the lights on or off?

A. Off, but we have motion lights that turn on if one of us rises in the night.

7. Do you use headphones or earphones?

A. I do not use either. They bother my ears.

8. Do you have tattoos?  Do you want any?

A. I have no tattoos, nor do I want any.

9. Do you wear glasses?

A. Yes.

10. What is your strangest talent?

A. I can roll my tongue.

11. Have you ever been in the hospital?

A. Many times.

12. What color mostly dominates your wardrobe?

A. Blue.

13. What’s your most expensive piece of clothing?

A. Probably my coat.

14. Have you ever had braces?

A. I had braces when I was a tween.

15. Have you ever been on TV?

A. I have, yes.


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Saturday, May 07, 2022

Saturday 9: Your Mother Should Know


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

1) This week's featured artists, The Beatles, invite us to get up and dance to a song that was a hit before your mother was born. Do you enjoy the oldies? How old must a song be before you consider it "old?"

A. I consider 1950s songs to be "old" - so older than I am. I listen to 1970s and 1980s music a lot, with some other decades thrown in for good measure.

2) Paul McCartney knew bandmate John Lennon's mom, Julia, and credits her with introducing him to the ukulele. Do you recall any of your childhood friends' mothers with fondness?

A. No.
 
3) Paul's own mother, Mary, tried to instill in her son a sense of pride in his appearance and saw to it he always left the house in a clean, ironed shirt. Paul says that, to this day, when he smells fresh laundry, he thinks of his mum. Is there a scent or sound that reminds you of someone you love who is no longer with us?

A. The smell of green beans cooking in fatback (southern style) always reminds me of my great-aunt. Her house always smelled like that.

4) George Harrison was the only member of the band to have any formal musical training. His mother, Louise, supported her son's musical ambitions and made sure he got guitar lessons. Did you take music classes as a child?

A. I did.

5) Ringo Starr was a sickly and often hospitalized little boy. His mother, Elsie, took a job as a barmaid so she could work at night, leaving her days free during visiting hours. When were you most recently in a hospital? Were you an admitted patient, there for an outpatient procedure, or visiting someone?

A. The last time I was in a hospital was pre-pandemic, November 2019, when my husband had his ankle fused together.

6) Mother Winters always gave our own Crazy Sam peppermint tea to calm her stomach. Do you have any tried-and-true home remedies to share?

A. Vinegar helps with acid reflux.

7) Sam's mother always tips 15% in restaurants. Sam has worked in food service and is more judgmental, tipping between 10% and 25%, depending on the quality of the service. What's your tipping policy?

A. I generally tip 15% percent, regardless. If the service is good, I might tip a bit more.
 
8) Sam's mother still gets the Sunday paper because of the sales fliers. She makes separate lists for each store, picking up grocery and household items where she knows they are on sale. Sam thinks her mother's strategy is a waste of time and gas and prefers one-stop shopping (even better, online one-stop shopping). Are you more like mother or daughter?

A. I still get the Sunday paper but that's because I want to read the news, not the ads. I prefer one-stop shopping (or even better, online).

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

A. Dark chocolate.

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