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Monday, August 22nd, 2016
9:37 am - On Humanity - John F. Kennedy
Our most basic common link is that we all inhabit this planet; we all breathe the same air; we all cherish our children's future; and we all are mortal.
°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°~ John Fitzgerald Kennedy

Normally, I post where the reference originated, but this time, I only have a secondary reference: Criminal Minds, Season 9, episode 3, (2013) shot, appropriately in Dallas, and supposedly occurring on the date (in the future, an anniversary, sort of) of JFK's death.  It was very fitting to the theme of the show, as well.


current mood: empowered

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Sunday, August 21st, 2016
9:03 am - On Being Stultified ∼ Honoré de Balzac, from Cousin Betty
stultify
\STUHL-tuh-fahy\
verb
1. to make, or cause to appear, foolish or ridiculous.
2. to render absurdly or wholly futile or ineffectual, especially by degrading or frustrating means: Menial work can stultify the mind.
Quotes
I have become your poodle.  You trample on my heart, you crush me, you stultify me, and I love you as I have never loved in my life.
°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°° ∼ Honoré de Balzac, Cousin Betty, translated by James Waring, 1901

current mood: calm

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Saturday, August 20th, 2016
9:14 am - Printing First
Although the GRM "help, internet" man was ticked off by the question, he stayed with me long enough to tell me what info went in what blanks, once he looked at my actual screen and saw a familiar form.  He could not invision and had never imagined being able to take a photo taken years earlier than my desktop running Pandemonium herd shot and sending it somewhere in an email, BUT I sent the now 30 something JW an ROL Raven side shot he'd seen here as a junior in high school.

After getting off to a rocky start getting the printer up and running, I was able to scan it, print a paper copy, then scan it and send it in an email.  I did not try any other  of its many tricks.  Thrilled describes my reaction to JW's terse "got it" acknowledgement text.  (Since Alburqueque's schools are already well into first quarter, he's busy teaching/interning as admin, essentially holding down two full time jobs at once.)

current mood: a tad bit smug, considering yesterday's fiascos

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Friday, August 19th, 2016
4:32 pm - "Quiet" Day Expected (But, PANDEMONIUM Hit)
So, I got a call at 7:15 about fixing the drip in the drain I reported a week ago.  The guy I normally use is evidently on vacation.  I got the joy of replacing my faulty garbage disposal.  Since I watched a serial on Netflix until 3:30, figuring I had an empty schedule today,  I awoke with my heart pounding.  Just because my 93 year old mother is in "good health" does not mean trouble can't come calling.

I calmed down and decided to try to drop off again, but no.  At 8:10, another local phone call.

"Can't mow the lawn today - car broke down blocking driveway."

I think that's the same one he used last call.  The one before that had my heart in my throat again.  He took a trailer of metal scraps to the dump, but crashed, instead.  He was unhurt, but the car is dead in the road.  (Presumably, the trailer, too.)

He was repairing the tractor so he could finish the mowing before that. I  may end up doing one of those fertilize/water deals with the five head left, since I don't have any flowers, anymore.

I decided while I was holding the door for the plumber to do the set-up on the printer.

The disc enclosed was marked EASY 1 2 3

I started at 11:00, and finally have a test sheet from both computers.  (4:15)  The tech help I was on with from 12-1 WAS FOR THE WRONG PRINTER, even though I read them the data right off the front of the printer.  He transferred my call, and other than the bit it took to get the phone tech for the internet to cough up what I needed to fill in the forms, was all the same poor fellow.  He stuck with me until we passed go, twice, once on the laptop and once on the Mac Pro.

current mood: tired

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Wednesday, August 17th, 2016
11:32 am - New Tag Line for Dog Lovers (A DOG TAG?)
Handle every Stressful situation like a dog.
If you can't eat it or play with it,
Pee on it and walk away! :-)


Probably easier for the pointers than the setters to pull off...

current mood: Shaking Head in Stupification

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Friday, August 5th, 2016
12:36 pm - Dictionary.com Discussion
http://blog.dictionary.com/discreet-and-discrete/#comment-484645

Sometimes, thoughts just jell in strange places:

    With increasing annoyance, I decry the substitution of and/or as unpunctuated separators between items in a series and the refusal to use a ; to connect two complete sentences. Not only do these practices cause confusion, they also destroy the beauty of our language.

    In fact, I’m sooooo old, I even still want a comma after an introductory clause, now seemingly hopelessly lost to us. I also miss adverbs. They were stately, expressive, concise. (now seeming hopeless lost? Say, WHAT?)

    In my experience, muddled or lacking punctuation limits the clarity of thought, the smooth transmission of exacting ideas, and ultimately, distracts from the real message, miring all parties in nonessentials made suddenly consequential by our increasing inability to clearly and cleanly understand each other.


current mood: finally able to listen to music again

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Thursday, August 4th, 2016
11:23 am - New Printer Here
Monday, the new printer arrived.  It is a bit smaller than the former one, and I tried to lift it up out of the box.  (I have a 10 pound limit, which it exceeds 4 times over).  I could not even get the foam off the sides.

My neighbor came over Tuesday and had trouble even with me holding the box down.  I haven't tried to set it up, yet.  The plug in goes under the long table beside my swivel rocker, and I did not trust that once I got down there, I could get back up.  :-(

current mood: Still Mourning Fayzee

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Saturday, July 30th, 2016
6:57 pm - New Printer
It seems my old printer was not just unwilling to print in red.  It decided it could not bother to turn on.  The new one comes Monday afternoon.  

current mood: upset

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12:10 am - Fayzee Has Passed

IN MEMORY OF

Faye Bryan

of Wasta, South Dakota, died on Thursday, July 28, 2016 at the Hans P. Peterson Memorial Hospital in Philip at the age of 87.

Survivors include one brother Clayton Norton of Tigard, Oregon; several nieces and nephews; and a host of other relatives and friends.

Faye was preceded in death by her husband George Bryan on January 20, 2001.

Memorial services are pending.

Cards and memorials may be sent to Faye Bryan Memorial c/o Sheila Drees, P.O. Box 144, Wall, SD 57790.

current mood: somber

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Monday, July 18th, 2016
11:27 am - Wrong Word-itis
So I was reading happily along in Heather Graham's newest offering in her Krewe of Hunters series, Deadly Fate, when she stopped me cold with a word choice her editor should have caught.

In mid seduction, she describes her character as running her fingers over his flesh, causing "schisms of electricity"...

Surely, she meant "frissons" or some other equally fricative-sounding word.  (page 249 in the Mira 2016 edition I have in hand.)

current mood: peckish

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Friday, July 1st, 2016
10:18 am - Listener Mail
So, I'm working a 2,000 piece puzzle whose the BACKING matches the puzzle piece I found tucked under the edge of the area rug I laid over the traffic pattern to protect the wall to wall carpet, trying to decide if it belongs to one of the puzzles stored on top of the library shelves, or one I gave away.

Generally, if a piece is missing, I leave a note and a drawing or tracing of the piece, along with the color pattern on the missing piece.

The only one that matches is a 2,000 piece of hot air balloons.  Beautiful.  From the same company as the German castle puzzle I just finished.  I don't have a 2' x 3' space, and can't reach the middle even if I did.  I have some 20-20 vision after the five 2009 eye surgeries, but more than arm's length away is NOT one of those places.

I had to stop the automatic downloads on the podcasts on my laptop, as I wasn't able to listen 24-7.  So, now, I put on All Songs Considered as background music and go on with whatever project I've chosen to work on.  Yesterday, I decided I'd looked at the blue milk crate holding the tax receipts folders that I have yet to sort out the 2015 items and store them in a magazine folder in the library.

After typing to Japan Breakfast, Bob Bolin (from Brooklyn, if I remember right, or at least, New York City) and Robin Hilton, his co-host (from Kansas, originally, then Georgia) introduced the next group with a piece of listener mail from a southern listener.  Your Favorite New Musicians of 2016 (compiled from listener poll data, and containing a lot of people I've certainly never heard of.)

Bob (reading): Trampled by Turtles is about to be stomped by a flower–Honeysuckle.  I don't generally read listener comments, but that one was too good to pass up.

Robin (rereading), in an Athens, GA, Georgian accent: Trampled by Turtles is about to be stomped by a flower–Honeysuckle.

I grabbed a piece of scratch paper and wrote down everything up to the name of the flower.  The rest of Bob's quote was a paraphrase.  I would have forgotten the flower name, losing the best part of the exchange, but they are pretty good to publish all the names of the bands.

current mood: laughing out loud

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9:53 am - Egg on my Face
I was cleaning out my fridge before T and her kids came and tried to put some TANGERINES that had been hiding on the bottom shelf, way at the back down the garbage disposal.  One of them was hard as a rock and locked the silly thing up.  I got to the metal KEY and after multiple stabs (knees don't work right, so hard to get down low where the insert button is,) and twisted it around both ways multiple times.  No joy.  Turn on the juice, and it does not run.
On Monday, after they'd left, I called to have it replaced (don't work on weekends...)

Everyone with old AC has been keeping them together, so at 8:30 today, I got a call – Matt would come out to fix it between 9:30 and 10.

At 9, I got another call – an elderly couple with health issues had an emergency repair.  Would between 2-2:30 be okay.  Well, a garbage disposal is NOT a health issue.  So he showed up at 9:45, and I'd actually cleared the jam and fixed it myself!  But, I did not remember it had a "reset" button.  He told me where it was, but it was now pushed, so I could not feel it.  The thing worked fine, and he tried to tell me where it was so NEXT TIME, the call would be for real. (He's a gray haired man, second or third generation in the founding family of that plumbing company.)

Taking his finger, he marked a spot on the front.  "It's straight back from there, and when it jams, it will pop down, and you'll be able to feel it."

I really should put a mark there, sort of an X marks the spot sort of thing, but the unit is black–I can't even think of anything permanent I could mark it with.  I'm sure a yellow post it would giggle off.  (lightbulb moment)  I could rubber band a note to the hexagonal tipped key, as I did remember that.  (Trots off to implement it before she forgets.)


current mood: satisfied

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Wednesday, June 29th, 2016
12:58 pm - Early Reminiscences
T's children begged for "young" stories about us growing up.  Caught off guard, I could not pop out ones on cue like that.  Lou expressed wonder when I told her that, but I explained, "We keep stories fresh in our minds by retelling them frequently [as to children, grandchildren, visiting relatives....]  I get few visits because of the distance between me and the others, and have only four legged children, who do not sit around listening to stories in the daily course of their lives, but if you want to catch one up one of the horses individually and groom it while you dump your troubles, they're all over the experience.

After they left, I remembered BW feeding a chunk of chocolate chip cookie to our newborn baby brother.  She got scolded (a rarity for her) as 1) she'd been told to be quiet and leave him alone as he was sleeping and 2) babies only a few days old are not on solid food yet.  Mom was safely able to fish the offending chunk of cookie out of his mouth.
(File under Kill-'em-with-kindness department.]

current mood: warm fuzzy

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10:56 am - Foodless Capture
Before they left, Cole put the last piece and someone's unfinished bowl of spinach lasagna in the coon trap and armed it.  The morning after they'd left, they caught three kittens, then two different kittens, and eventually, Mellow Yellow, who will stay in the trap contentedly until he hears me, then call.

After a few days, I got the grabber and removed the cleaned, but soggy from dew paper plates and bowl, and again reset the trap but put in no bait.

This morning, when I went out at 7 to place the cat food in the feed pan and turkey roaster, the closed door growled at me. The kittens are getting hoarse, I thought, then walked over to the side so I could see what was hidden by the trap door.  A possum, the spreader of a dread disease that kills horses over a two year period.

MS showed up to dispose of it.  He moved the crate away from the house, and put a bullet in its eye, but after five minutes, it was still standing (I was reminded of a newsreal I saw as a child where beheaded chickens raced around a farmyard until the children caught and began plucking them.  A second attempt evidently richocheted off, but the third one did the trick.

I remember Debut and Raven, both wasting away after catching the disease the possums carry.  I still have five left and would rather have them die of old age.


current mood: elated

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10:54 am - Sabotage?
Jennae (the youngest?) found a Tollhouse Chocolate Cookie dough package in my freezer and asked if she could bake some.  I told her yes, never smelled a thing, so don't know if they ate raw dough, or what.

BUT, the little stinker must be trying to sabotage me!  Even though I distinctly remember explaining to her when she set down her plate full of T's spinach casserole on the edge of my lap board that I was trying to stay on a diet and had already had my slice of bread for the day, so could not have the pasta on top of it, Dieting evidently didn't sink into her mind.  (I did taste the spinach sauce portion - it was delicious.)

Instead of taking it with them or passing it out among the five kids, she folded the top over the unused portion and put it on the top shelf, right hand front corner...label side up.

I have NOT succumbed as yet.  (But, it's been a close thing.)

One of the boys found a partially consumed package of Hostess Ding Dongs above the fridge.  He thrust it under my nose and asked if he could have it.  I said yes, and it disappeared into his hollow leg, but again, the others did not evidently share, and I eventually DID gorge on the two remaining packages.  (Bet you can't eat just one.  No, that's the wrong product.  That was a potato chip commercial, wasn't it?)


current mood: surprised

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Sunday, June 26th, 2016
5:29 pm - Random Thoughts on Choosing a Mate
My sisters both dated their way to Mr. Right; the best I could hope for after college was Mr. Left Still Standing.  Thanks for the offer, but no thanks!

The cream of the crop had been culled prior to graduation as dutiful daughters dutifully fulfilled their manifest destinies to marry compatibly to a “top earner” to secure a good future for themselves and their (hopefully, still unborn, but sometimes not) children.

I was oblivious to that paradigm.

I remember one discussion in the teacher's lunch room.  It was a "hen party" day.  Two banquet tables full, and NOT ONE teacher or aide had been "unencumbered" when married.  I kept my mouth shut, striving my best for a poker face, shocked beyond belief.

Sometimes, since most were from the same small town, the information was simply a restatement of a long-known fact, but others were admitted shyly or with obvious chigrin.

The shock to me was not that some were "embarrassed" at the time of their marriage, to borrow and translate a Spanish word for pregnancy, but the 100% figure.


current mood: pensive

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Tuesday, June 21st, 2016
1:36 am - On Childishness -- Dick Van Dyke
Scripture says you should put aside childish things when you grow up.  I take that to mean willfulness, self-centerdness, and things like that—not imagination, creativity, and joyful curiosity.
•••••••••••••••••••••Dick Van Dyke, actor, in his memoir Keep Moving

I generally read magazines from back to front, so I hit p. 33 and wrote the nine previous posts prior to hitting p. 29, which contains this gem.  He came to it sooner than I did, however...


current mood: content with likemindedness

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12:31 am - #1 Delicious Political Quotes -- All by Foreign Big Wigs: William Whitelaw

He has been going around the country deliberately stirring up apathy.

•••••••••••••••••••••William Whitelaw, British politician, (The Reader's Digest, July/August, 2016, p. 33)

Reader's Digest, July/Aug., 2016, Candidates Say What?!, p. 33, (posted in random order; the originals were not rated)

In a functioning democracy, ratings based solely on personal opinions really is a job that should only be done by various individuals, based on their own opinions, thoughts and prejudices.

Obviously, I saved the best for last.  Those of the (D) persuasion need to dump their apathy during this very helpful time when people seem to be waking up and in the mood to squish.  IF the (D)'s and moderate, thinking (R)'s don't put their voting lever where their poll-answering mouth is, we could be in a world of hurt!

I'm feeling far more bruised than usual during a political campaign.

If we can't get financial limits through our DO NOTHING congress, maybe they'd go for TIME LIMITS, which would also reduce the ridiculous expensiveness that blocks participation by best minds not necessarily found in coordination with extreme wealth.  Logically, the effects of pure capitalism reduce the likelihood of that, it seems, judging by past political winners ((R) variety).  I've been voting since 1960, never missing an election, and one political party has never before collected all the bigots quite so effectively as recent experiences are revealing.

I am an independent who has always delighted in seeking the brightest, most talented applicants, regardless of political affiliation (or is that affliction, nowadays?)  (R)'s, bit the bullet and clean your gene pool before the stagnation cripples you for life.

We seriously need to get back to a system that rewards TALENT for putting the best practices in place to benefit the whole world, all people living in the US, then ourselves personally, in that order.  Mean-spiritedness is NOT a USA trait that needs our support.  It's already rampant.  Let's spend the days to the election in a bid for alt
ruism.


Science tells us even animals have a gene or two for that quality.  Practice makes perfect.  Let's prove that we BELONG at the pinnacle of the hierarchy.



current mood: apathetic, (what else with a quote like that?)

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12:18 am - #2 Delicious Political Quotes -- All by Foreign Big Wigs: Paolo Romani

[He clings] to data the way a drunkard clings to lampposts.

•••••••••••••••••••••Paolo Romani, former Italian prime minister, (The Reader's Digest, July/August, 2016, p. 33)



current mood: poetic politics!

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Monday, June 20th, 2016
11:52 pm - #3 Delicious Political Quotes -- All by Foreign Big Wigs: Tony Banks

The honorable member is living proof that a pig's bladder on a stick can be elected to Parliament.

•••••••••••••••••••••Tony Banks, British politican, (The Reader's Digest, July/August, 2016, p. 33)



current mood: reminds me of Iowa's Joan the gelder

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