In my mind, I'm five years old having a high old time wandering and wondering. In reality, I'm 65, the magic age for Medicare, thank you very much! I tell you a lot of creativity is still to be found in this old young self. In you, too, whatever your age. Welcome to my barefoot world!
I know Missus Lady came back to our blog on Sunday, miaoo, and with a new name for out blog. Purrrrrrrr.
I told her that I wouldn't write until I got to go outside, if just for a little while. Miao. Hero Man let me go out for a few moments this morning. Purrrrrrr.
Since Friday, my humans have kept all the windows and doors shut. They say it is for my good and their good. Miao. The air is awful, they tell me. We live about 240 miles or so south of Paradise where that horrific fire is going on. All those poor people and animals who perished in that fire and the two Southern California fires. Mowwwrrrrr.
That man who pretends to be our President doesn't know what he's talking about. Mowrrr! On Saturday, instead of expressing empathy and support, that oaf of a non-president growled: "There is no reason for these massive, deadly and costly forest fires in
California except that forest management is so poor. Billions of dollars
A ne'er-do-well left a message on our phone (land, if you must know) saying he is from the IRS and if we do not respond to his call within 10 minutes, a warrant for our arrest will be issued. The call was left about an hour ago.
The voice left his message in a very brusque, rough tumbling threatening manner, so I can see how the gullible may believe he was from the IRS and sadly give the scammer money.
After we erased the message, the Husband and I thought about reporting the call to the police or the IRS. The voice had left a number to call back, so it's possible an investigator might check. Who knows?
Yesterday I was listening to my humans talk about people who believe our world is flat. Astounding, miao!
About 2% of Americans are flat-earth believers, according to a 2018 study conducted by YouGov. Miao. Last year the population in the U.S. was about 326 million. I'm saying that everyone counted is considered an American. No arguments, please. Purrrrrrrr.
Two percent or about 325 million people in our country believe the world is flat. Miaaaao!
I wonder if the flat-earth believers have another name for Earth. After all, the word earth means globe, sphere, orb. Round, for pity's sake.
If we lived in a flat world, I don't think we would have balls or anything round.
What kind of shape is the flat world? Is it square? Rectangle? A triangle? Diamond shaped? Miao, a shape with 12 uneven shapes?
This is what I find disgusting and maddening right now: The thuggish oaf in the White House seat telling the hothead of a judge who likes beer that I am sorry his drunken, hostile youth of a life had to be looked at so closely by us.
Warning, warning, Will Robinson. I'm musing about the state of our union today. Don't read any further than this paragraph, if that stuff gives you the hiccups. For you, I have instead the above crazy photo that I painted with Photoshop art filters. Can you find the face in the tree trunk?
Onward. . .
Craziness is in the air. A lot of it today, if we are to believe the old-fashioned press, not subjective media (left or right). And, I do believe the honest reporting that is out there.
What do you think: The guy who is supposed to be the President of the United States, a Putin puppet?
Did it bug you that trump believes Putin didn't fiddle with the 2016 presidential election because Putin said he didn't? What about all the contrary findings in Robert Mueller's investigation?
Is trump a Traitor?
Also, do you still have faith that the Republican leaders in Congress are for us little guys?
Do you ever think that trump's MAGA is really Make America Great Russian …
The past two weeks, I found a fellowship among like minded people
standing on a corner in our small city in our rural California county. We took a couple hours out of our Saturday morning to protest against our federal government's decision to separate families who cross over the border without the proper papers.
Politics aside, taking children, especially very young children, from their parents was a heartless
and unjust move on our government. Yes, the current White House administration said
it wouldn't do it anymore, but, without the public light on them, can
we trust them to reunite the families.
Last week, about 26 of us stood on the corner. Yesterday, we were more than 80 women, men, and children standing strong. That's a big turnout for our neck of the woods.
For nearly two hours, we heard car horns and saw people in cars waving at us. The people in those cars were like-minded,
too. They acknowledged what we were doing and approved it. I hope that they felt…
I'm also trying to reel in sadness and disgust about the thieves in the White House and the soulless in Congress. These so-called leaders of ours, their crew, and the greedy rich behind them are destroying our country, along with taunting our morals, actions, and beliefs in all that is good.
Tomorrow morning, there will be protests in various cities throughout the United States to let the current White House administration know of our discontent with their cruel and unjust immigration policies. The Husband and I will join like-minded in our county on a street corner down town.
The IRS sent us a refund check of $51 and some cents a couple weeks ago. We didn't cash it, but a letter from the IRS was forthcoming, so an accompanying note stated.
The letter came yesterday. IRS wrote that I made an error transferring an amount from a form. Yes, I was the culprit, although IRS does not know it. I do the taxes, while the Husband …
I'm feeling mighty groovy right now. Just like the song sang by Simon & Garfunkel, once upon a time. The Husband and I had a lot of fun this weekend. Ever since Eliza, our dependable 25-year old of a metal steed, had work done on her, she has been taking us places. So much so that I know the moon is in afternoon sky right now, something I haven't noticed in a very long while.
On Saturday morning, we joined a group of like-minded people downtown to express our concerns about the actions
of our federal government. There was about two dozen of us, I think. Pretty good for our town.
The current President's policy to
separate children from their parents at the border was an incomprehensible and immoral act. To fix his action, he signed an Executive Order to stop his administration from following his policy for any family who is detained at the border. But, what about all the children who are already separated? Legally, children in immigration detention centers can onl…
Hi ya! Hey ya! Hope all's well with ya. All is well with us. I'm reaching into my archives for the next several days so I can play catch up around the house. "I'll do it tomorrow." has finally reared itself into today. Such is retirement. :-) Have fun out there. Today's post (edited) was first published on May 13, 2010. Yes, this really did happen.============Ding dong.
"Who can that be?" asked the husband, not getting up from his desk.
scrambled up from mine and down the stairs. Not another
salesperson from the carpet cleaning or bug zapping service, I hoped. I also
didn't want to find someone clutching slick campaign
material. Most likely no religious people; they rarely show
up around dinner time. Aw, gee. What if it was a friend? The
husband and I bought hot dogs at the Farmers Market for dinner, only enough for the Mama and us.
Our front door was open, but the security door was locked. "Hello," I
called from the botto…
“What good is the warmth of summer, without the cold of winter to give it sweetness.”
John Steinbeck, Travels with Charley: In Search of America Travel with Charley: In Search of America is in one of my to-read book piles. It may be the next book I reach for, being that I'm curious to learn what John Steinbeck was seeking as he wandered about the country with his canine pal Charley in 1960. Steinbeck was traveling in the era to which the present administration seems to want to return. You know the "Make America Great Again". Myself, I would rather not return to the age when civil rights for all was not honored by those mean-spirited in power and those cowardly who sided with the powerful.
The Husband is way up on the ladder of recuperation from that crazy virus that he came down with a couple days after Christmas. It seems this flu virus has been going on since October, but truly got worse in terms of spreading the past several weeks. In our county, health officials declared a "flu outbreak" during the last week in December, meaning a whole lot people in our area have it. The other day, the local news reported a second death in our county due to the flu. What's going on?
Simply, people get sick and don't stay home and take care of themselves, because they have to do what they need to get done. They go to work, go to school, go to stores, go to wherever. They cough. they sneeze, they blow their noses. They handle stuff and touch surfaces that others will handle and touch. Shudder.
The media has reported that the emergency department at our hospital has seen over two dozen people with the flu. No doubt they were miserable and probably thought they were …
These books were new at the library last month. The one by the rich girl was prominently displayed, while Ms Arce's was shelved beneath it. I could not resist pulling hers out and placing it next to the other with the tagline "Rewrting the Rules for Success."
Isn't it interesting whose name was printed huuuuugely on her book? Meow.
I'm not talking about what's going on in our country. My chaos is personal and oh so mundane, but real: The chaos I create when I want to move one thing. Just one lousy thing. Doesn't matter what it is, a lamp, a table, a bookcase, or a box of research. To move one thing requires moving a lot of other stuff—before, during, and after moving that one thing.
This morning I wanted to move a short, almost empty bookcase from its temporary spot against the wall to a permanent place alongside my desk. A matter of three feet, if that.
Step One: Move the bookcase and various piles of paper files, books, and boxes from beneath my desk and the other side of it to whatever surface is available and not in the path of moving objects.
Step Two: Remove the floor lamp from the side of the desk to wherever it's not in the way.
Step Three: Nudge little by little the desk (a sturdy pine kitchen table, so somewhat nudgable) more towards the wall.
"Today is a holiday," I reminded the Mama this morning. "So, no mail. No library. No banks. No schools."
"What's the holiday?" the Mama asked.
"Martin Luther King Day."
"Is this the day he was born?"
The Mama sighed. "The good people die too soon. Poor man."
She shook her head. "The crazy person who killed him. Too many crazy people. What's wrong with people?"
The Mama's question had me pondering throughout the morning. My conclusion, at the moment: Insecurity. Fear is based on insecurity. Anger? A person gets angry because she does not get her way, which puts her in an insecure position. Jealousy is essentially feeling insecure for not having what someone else has. Greed in a person is due to his insecurity that he don't have what others have.
Unfortunately, there are greedy, angry, jealous, and fearful people in this world who manipulate our insecurities for their purposes. I li…
A cute huge puppy lives next door. Whenever his humans go to work, they put him in his kennel outside. That is near our kitchen window.
Bark, Bark! Hooooooowwwwwwl!
The puppy has gotten better about barking and howling less. And, as long as I'm on the other side of our house, I can tolerate his whines and demands to be brought back inside the house. But, there are times when my patience wears thin.
The Mama told me to be nice and not tell them about the barking and howling. What about them being nice, I said.
His humans are nice people. A young couple. The Husband and I talked with them a couple of weeks ago. It turned out they are aware of the puppy's barking and howling. We were the third neighbor to inform them.
The puppy's humans are doing their best to resolve the problem. At least, I hope so.
I do feel sorry for the puppy being out in the elements during the day. Still.
I walked into a woman's boutique shop in Santa Cruz to check out a very cute East-Indian style top that I saw in its window. It was similar to ones I wore when I was a very young thing. I thought if the cost was right it was going home with me. I was even willing to pay $45 for it, although I thought it was worth $20 bucks.
I have no sense of how much clothing are worth these days. Twenty bucks was how much I paid for eccentric stuff, which the the parents called hippie clothes, at import shops when I was a very young thing.
The East-Indian tops of yore were made of a thin cotton. This modern version was made of a smooth, rich-feeling fabric that turned out to be rayon. Not being silk, I figured the top would be very affordable.
Then I finally found the price tag.
One hundred ninety-eight dollars!
Shall I say that again: $198.00!!
When I got home, I looked up the designer online. Maybe I'd find the top for cheaper.
“Panties!” the middle-aged woman exclaimed, working her way against the stream of incoming buyers and gawkers. A couple stepped aside when she grumbled, “No respect at all!”
The petite woman carefully placed her estate sale purchases in the back of her prized green 1957 Chevrolet truck. She flipped open a velvet blue lace fan and cooled herself. She wondered who in her right mind would want to buy a dead lady’s panties.
“Hey Midge!” shouted her friend who called herself Lara today. Midge strode over to pick up the bags and baskets beside Lara.
“Lots of great stuff,” Lara said. “Did you see that Whitman copy of Spin and Marty?”
“I would've bought it, if it wasn't falling apart,” said Midge.
Lara nodded. “They should’ve just dumped it. Quite a lot of stuff they should’ve burned or taken to the dump.”
“No kidding,” said Midge. “They were even selling. . .”
“You’ll never guess what I bought!” Lara said at the same time.