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Wednesday, November 30th, 2016
12:02 pm - Better Late Than Never Department
When my sister that is 13 months younger was 6-7 years old, she tried to feed our newborn brother a chunk of a chocolate chip cookie.  This resurfaced on a recent visit with sister #3 (2 3/4 years younger than I am) and mom.  I have actually a tiny memory of it, in the appartment on West Thomas Street, Chicago, right before we moved to Park Forest, the first suburb to use "ticky tacky" houses of songwriter Pete Seeger fame.  (Ticky tacky or not, I remeber with great pleasure the trips out to the building site as the housing development took shape.  Piles of broken wall board that made "free" chalk for use on the streets.  Eventually our own grass, yes, mowed with pride and joy!  Trees, one in each yard (originally, my hand could encircle its girth, but the leaves were green, not sooty!  Streets so quiet we could play giant games of "snail" (a wicked version of hop scotch were boxes were drawn from one side of the asphalt street to the other in a spiral shape like a snail, center "home square" for the circle dead center in the street) right on the street in front of our houses.  Only true athletes with stamina made it to the center if many were playing.  

current mood: pleased

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Sunday, November 20th, 2016
7:44 pm - Date/Time Impaired
Well, I did it again.  Missed the time transition to fall back... But, since I'm retired, it was the 15th before someone noticed I was off.  I happened to ask my sister when it happened, as I didn't want to be off for my eye doctor appointment Dec. 3rd.  I remembered that being an issue in past years, but then, last year, I had a Nov. 5th appointment, a bit closer to the change.

I've noted that I DO get a headache if I type on the computer very long.  I've been choosing larger print books, and watching more Netflix, when my normal November pattern is to write, write, write on my NANO novel.

Oh, well.  Maybe next year.  At least, I gave her a good laugh.  

current mood: grim

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Thursday, November 17th, 2016
2:17 pm - Sometimes, I FEEL SO STUPID

Like the day I was working on a 2000 piece jigsaw puzzle.  I'd been to town, gone all over the driveway, yard, and house, and at some point, I heard a tinkle as if something had dropped.  I don't remember where I was at the time.  I looked around, wherever it was, and couldn't see a thing.  I went on with whatever was occupying my attention at the present.

Early in November last year, I had my annual eye check.  The closest I could get this year, keeping with Dr. Bloom, was Dec. 3rd.  I remember thinking that I really would need a new perscription, this time around.  Last time, the change was so miniscule, he suggested that I not do it, but keep the new perscription so that I could use the new formula if I needed to replace my glasses for any reason.  (He does that every year, but this was only the second time I didn't need a change, and it had been a few years, back to before the five eye surgeries in one year...)  I kept moving my head around to find the right place on my soft focus lenses as I looked at near, then far, then middle distance pieces of the puzzle.  I stuck my right hand up to adjust the glasses, and poked myself right in the eye!

There WAS no lens in that eye frame!  That tinkle, must have been it falling out. (Right, that tinkle had evidently been my lens for my glasses...Clear.  Small.  Not on the beaten path.) I looked all over, but could not find the missing lens.  I'm now in an old pair of glasses from two or three years back, but I can live with that better than clear glass, even though the right one is my "good" eye.  (And, yes, I could see well enough to put in pieces with just one lens.  If it had been the left eye, I'd have missed it immediately.  Or had I been reading...)



current mood: chagrin

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Monday, September 26th, 2016
12:04 am - On Novel Writing Time Line ∼ Ray Bradbury
You can write a short story in two hours.  Two hours a day, you have a novel in a year.

Ray Bradbury



current mood: snickering

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Sunday, September 25th, 2016
10:53 pm - On Creativity ∼ Ray Bradbury
Stuff your eyes with wonder, live as if you'd drop dead in ten seconds.  See the world.  It's more fantastic that any dream made or paid for in factories.                                                                                  Ray Bradbury

current mood: pleased

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10:50 pm - On Inspiration ∼ Ray Bradbury
My stories run up and bite me on the leg - I respond by writing down everything that goes on during the bite.  When I finish, the idea lets go and runs off.                                                                                Ray Bradbury

current mood: satisfied

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10:11 pm - Banana Split
So, I'm driving home from Rochester, and when I hit Indianola, I got the urge for my traditional hot fudge sundae from the Dairy Queen.  I usually do that on my way up, meaning a right hand turn into the drive through.

Left handed takes more work, but I made it, and rewarded myself by going inside to strecth, relax and keep it from melting all over the car.  I was next in line when I realized I'd not grabbed my coin purse.  As I walked back inside, two vans full of relatives entered right before me.  After a prolonged wait, I found myself ordering a banana split, instead.  (Good looking photo?)

I asked if the toppings could be switched, as I dislike the strawberry.  So, I had hot fudge, caramel and hot fudge.  I was happily nicking a tiny piece of banana off one slice or the other so each bite had one when I suddenly hit a piece of peel.

Carefully extracting it, I laid it out full length on an extended napkin.

After I was done, I approached the counter, waiting until I could catch the eye of the girl who prepared my split.  Offering her the napkin, I suggested, "I realize research shows that most of the vitamines are contained in a fruit's peel, but I didn't think banana was one of those.  You might get more repeat business without including the peel."

That will teach me to indulge in a guilty pleasure!

current mood: amused

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Thursday, September 1st, 2016
11:18 am - Beatles Dedication
So, I'm comfy in my living room, typing away while I am also listening to back podcasts, and just hit a Valentine's day show for All Songs Considered, where people put their dedications on the cloud, then the DJ's chose them and played the best.  One got me really laughing, although I never liked the song.

I remember my sister (the one 13 months younger) with the White Album by the Beatles. Couldn't have told you a single song from it, however.  But the caller explained, "For any serious relationship to build, the girl had to get to know the Beatles."  So they take their cassette tape off to the local "quiet" place, and as he's waiting for the song, he talks to her, but MISSES HIS CUE BY ONE SONG.  He was heading for "I Will", but got ahead of himself by one song, and cued it on "Why Don't We Do It in the Road?"

As soon as the caller said, "I Will", the main DJ, Bob Boilin, started laughing his infectious laugh and laughed the name, then they played it. It turns out, the title is the ONLY lyric. I think, boring, but, it is the 23rd year of marriage for the couple, so I guess they had no trouble figuring out what "it" was... (Which I didn't "get" until this podcast...  I was thinking about Division Avenue, Chicago, style traffic whizzing by while the band tried to perform in the median...)

I get IT!  Now, I get IT.  (After all, I'm only 70.  'Bout time for my second childhood to kick in?)


current mood: enjoying a quiet chuckle

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Tuesday, August 30th, 2016
11:10 am - Useful Punctuation Mark: Virgule

virgule \VUR-gyool\

noun
1. a short oblique stroke (/) between two words indicating that whichever is appropriate may be chosen to complete the sense of the text in which they occur: The defendant and his/her attorney must appear in court.
2. a dividing line, as in dates, fractions, a run-in passage of poetry to show verse division, etc.: 3/21/27; “Sweetest love, I do not go/For weariness of thee.” (John Donne)
Quotes
It can be used, of course to indicate the choices, one or more, that may "properly" fill the blank space that follows. But the virgule need not be strictly identified with a particular or exclusive binary. It can be argued that the virgule is the poststructuralist punctuation par excellence (although a strong case can be made for the hyphen), in that is can be deployed to suggest the endlessness of binariness, a serial proliferation of constrastives in horizontally endless adjacencies ...
-- Virgil Lokke, "The Naming of the Virgule in the Linguistic/Extralinguistic Binary," After the Future: Postmodern Times and Places, edited by Gary Shapiro, 1990


current mood: accomplished

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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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