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Wednesday, August 22, 2018

A Friend's Passing

I've seen this on numerous occasions and thought I would share it with you.  It is so disturbingly true.

Today we mourn the passing of a beloved old friend, Common Sense, who has been with us for many years.  No one knows for sure how old he was, since his birth records were long ago lost in bureaucratic red tape.  He will be remembered as having cultivated such valuable lessons as:

           - knowing when to come in out of the rain;
           - why the early bird gets the worm;
           - life isn't always fair;
           - and may it was my fault.

Common Sense lived by simple financial policies (don't spend more than you can earn) and reliable strategies (adults, not children, are in charge).
His health began to deteriorate when well-intentioned but overbearing regulations were set in place.  Reports of a 6-year old boy charged with sexual harassment for kissing a classmate; teens suspended from school for sing mouthwash after lunch; and a teacher fired for reprimanding an unruly student, only worsened his condition.
Common Sense lost ground when parents attacked teachers for doing the job they themselves had failed to do in disciplining unruly children.
He declined een fourth when schools were required to get parental consent to administer sun lotion or an aspirin to a student but could not inform parents when a student became pregnant and wanted to have an abortion.
Common Sense lost the will to live as the churches became businesses and criminals received better treatment than their victims.
Common Sense took a beating when you couldn't defend yourself from a burglar in your home and the burglar could sue you for assault.
He finally gave up the will to live after a woman failed to realize that a steaming cup of coffee was hot.  She spilled some in her lap and was promptly awarded a huge settlement.
Common Sense was preceded in death,
     -by his parents, Truth and Trust,
     - by his wife, Discretion,
     - by his daughter, Responsibility,
     - and by his son, Reason.
He is survived by his 5 stepbrothers;
     - I know My Rights,
     - I Want It Now
     - Someone Else Is To Blame,
     - I'm A Victim, and
     - Pay Me For Doing Nothing.
Not many attended the funeral because so few realized he was gone.

Sunday, August 12, 2018


One of the gentlemen, a veteran, who attends the veterans' workshop at the Helen Art Center, makes bat houses.  I saw them at our Christmas in July event and bought one.  Yesterday morning he and his wife came by and installed it.  I can see it from the porch.  Now all I need are bats.  I'm told they'll come, just be patient.  My neighbor used to have them but closed off their access.  Maybe they'll make their way over here.  They'll certainly keep the mosquito population down and maybe some of the other bugs that hang around here also.  I don't know why some people are afraid of bats.  Maybe the horror movies about them?  Yes, I know they can carry disease but it's rare.
This same gentleman is going to start making bluebird houses.  I'll be getting some of those also.  The post holding the one I have finally gave up and crashed.  The bottom had rotted.  I had birds in there all the time so need to get that house up again.  This time on something that won't rot.

Thursday, July 26, 2018


My sister arrives this Saturday.  Then Sunday we are driving to North Carolina to visit my brother and his wife for a few days. This month marks my brother's 80th birthday.  Hard to believe!  Once back here she and I will have a day together.  I don't get to see my brother or sister often.  I'm lucky if it's once a year.  And we've only begun to get together somewhat recently.  There's a large age gap between us.  There's a long story there which I won't go into.  Suffice it to say that my Dad had more than one wife.  It hasn't been until we all started to get much older that we've been visiting.  My sister ( half-sister, but who cares) is the one who started it really and I'm glad she did.  My brother was never really a part of my life.  Partly because of age difference and partly because he was never home.  First it was private schools, then it was the Air Force for him.  My sister is 11 years younger.  She lived in FL, I didn't.  And even when I did live there we didn't connect.  Sad, in a way, that's it's taken all these years but at least we're connecting, albeit sporadically, now.

Saturday, July 14, 2018


Had a generator installed yesterday.  And a propane tank.  I'm of the age where I don't want to have to try to start a gasoline powered generator.  It makes my daughter happy.  Maybe she thinks I can't survive without one.  I have to admit that it will be nice to have heat and lights if the power goes off during a storm but I know I can survive if I had to without the generator.  I've done so before even to the point of getting the wood stove up and going in the basement when I had pneumonia.  Should there be a severe ice storm at least my daughter and kids can come up and stay if she doesn't have power.  She has no other heat source than electricity.  Nor do some of my neighbors.  That could be interesting, 'cause I would let them know they could come over to shower and such.  Of course, I might not ever go through the 250 gallons of propane.  The power company is really good about restoring power as quickly as possible.
There are so many people nowadays that couldn't deal with going without power.  Or air conditioning or electric heat.  We have become a nation (world, actually) of wimps and, should the poo-poo hit the oscillator, the only ones who will survive are those who do without now and those who grew up when there was no such thing.
What do you think?
Y'all have a good day and remember:  a day without sunshine is like...night.

Monday, July 9, 2018

Not much

I don't write here very often because I don't believe I have that much to say.  And only very few make comments.  That being said, I'm going to ramble a bit this morning.
I don't watch national news because I don't believe it is news but rather opinion or, in the alternative, sensationalized.  The news stations spew what they have been fed whether true or totally exaggerated and skewed to whichever side that particular station leans.  It used to be that reporters checked stories for truth and fact before publishing or airing.  Nowadays, not so much.
I am all for limited numbers being allowed into this country.  As for those who enter unlawfully, send them home.  Maybe then those who are on the dole will finally get off the collective asses and go to work.  Get their hands dirty, take home a pay check or, in the least, get off the streets....although some of those who hold up the signs begging for money take in thousands a year (and don't pay taxes).  The population of this country is getting too large.  Pretty soon there will be no green space and we'll be taking pills for nutrition instead of food.  Remember the movie Soylent Green?
And maybe we should send those Americans who protest against the wall and limited immigration to try to sneak into Mexico and see what happens.
As for those actors and actresses who say they're going to leave if so and so is elected, why haven't they left?  And why do they think their opinions are so important?  Hell, these days I don't even know who they are.  The really great ones were in the past and many served this country during the wars.  They knew what patriotism is.  Take the male actors of today and put them through basic training and they'll cry like babies and want their mommies.
I have had jobs where I had to clean up after others (believe me, you learn a lot about people cleaning hotel/motel rooms).  Happily, I don't have to but would if I had to.  That being said, would you?
Okay, enough.  Y'all have a good day and remember.....work may be a four-letter word but so is wage.

Saturday, July 7, 2018


This summer has been a wet one.  I can't think of many days where there hasn't been rain.  The weeds are loving it.  My sinuses not so much.  There are days where I feel as though my head is stuffed with cotton, but I can breathe just fine.  Sometimes I feel as though my equilibrium is off.  On those days I just can't do anything but sit in my recliner and move as little as possible.  The companies that make sinus relief medication are loving me.  My throat is sore from constantly trying to clear it (post nasal drip).  Kimberly-Clarke loves me, too.  Boxes of Kleenex in every room.  I'm hoping that when my sister comes and we travel to visit my brother in NC all will be better with the ocean air.
On a better note...I'm now taking two fewer medications!  Thought I had developed an allergy to a replacement generic so I quit taking it.  That didn't do it so I quit taking another that I took twice a day.  Was worried about my "numbers" at my yearly physical but they were all good.  So...two less meds.  I still have the itch problem but not as bad and I can tolerate it.  Pharmacist says it might be the fillers in the pills.  Apparently different drug companies use different ones.  And companies such as Walgreen's buy by the bulk from whomever gives them the best price and it's not always the same company.  I noticed, too, that the labs are different even though the drug is the "same".  Unfortunately I won't be dropping the diabetes medications so I just have to hope that the itching will go away.  Maybe it's the heat and humidity and everything will clear up when cooler weather comes.  Keeping my fingers crossed.

Wednesday, July 4, 2018


Today we celebrate our freedom.  To those men and women who fight to help us keep that freedom I salute and thank you.  I don't do the fireworks and barbecue and parades.  Crowds are not my thing.  I will listen to the fireworks tonight and every other night they are fired off.  If there is a program on TV, say with the Boston Pops, I might watch it and get teary-eyed.  (I am sentimental that way).  Otherwise it's going to be just another day.  To those who burn the flag that symbolizes our country, to those who believe they should be handed everything, I say find some other country in which to live.  In other words, if you don't like it here, LEAVE.
May peace prevail.....blessed be.