My way
“Regrets, I’ve had a few
But then again too few to mention…” My Way – Sinatra
… I probably won’t be scuba diving again. I have seen great beauty. I see great beauty. I have been happy. I am happy.
Regrets? A few.
Muted
It is hard to “selfie” down at the beach. The light is harsh in your face making you squint. I try for a little shade. With the days shorter the evening light is muted as we walk. Foreground and background are less contrasted. Do you care? We get a more golden light. I have learned the technique of “selfie.” No third party involved. Done right it does not look contrived. It is a matter of course; who else is there to depend upon? End of the day makes me wistful. There is so much still to do. Day is ending. Hold tight to loved ones. No regrets. Shortest day of the year.
Scene
Seen at the fair (Common Ground). Oddly, anything goes. There was a talk on the green about “queer” farming. …a topic that needs discussing by a lesbian PhD farmer? Dress as you like.Trans dressing? Breast feeding. How do like them apples?
Tansy. It’s an invasive plant. Colleen uses it to dye wool. The garden was full of it. Do they care, or, live and let live?
Lately, I shoot things in reverse. I see the picture as we drive somewhere (to the fair) and take it on the way back as we pass the spot again. Safer?
Right
Denies the 2020 election: Biden lost. Climate change – nope. Fossil fuel – yup.
Reality? Reality check? Facts? Do they matter. If not then Biden lost. But Biden is president. Fact. I accept that climate change is real. Just feel outside and the temperature is high? We are living with a limited resource – fossil fuel. Otherwise why is the price of gas so high. We don’t get it from thin air. In the face of reality – deny.
This is not gonna end well. Agree or not, there is a certain reality from which we cannot escape. Tell another story? Sure.
Run – but, from whom?
Hey! Look who’s old? I’m not a spring chicken either!
Aside from 45, a clown show! Outright nuts trying to look like they have the weight to … oh yeah! Weight! … no fat jokes, please. How about a lap dog? Even an outright nut has attention.
Who is least worse? Worser? Can it be? Is it possible to do worse? Is there no end to the nightmare? It’s ok. There are lots of clowns in the wings too.
There is a big picture coffee table book in Barnes and Noble right now. It is a compendium of letters to 45. The very first letter illustrated was a letter from Nixon to 45. Ya! You just can’t make this shit up.
Is there no one else out there who can….?
Boardwalk
We walk. Boredom? Health? Fun? I would not. Colleen does. She likes to be out and about. We meet people – cousins. …and others. No complaints. There is always a photo op in the things we do…
Headline
NYT – Bad day for Humpty Trumpty. Loser in chief. Lock him up! He is firming up his hold as “Has been in chief!” It’s Pearl Harbor day. This many years later, does anyone remember?
ho hum
From one loser to another loser.
Elon tweeted: How do you make a small fortune? Start with a large one.
When he had his finger and threatened to press the nuclear button…. now he doesn’t. We realize he never really did and he never will again. Well, he’s yesterday’s news. Example? Well truth social or whatever his social platform, it made a big flat splat when it debuted.
Yesterday’s news today. The next chapter is ‘lock him up.” There are millions who will vote for him. And many more millions will vote against him. He will never rise to power. My vote still counts. You can be sure yours will too.
Twitter will soon enough be defunct. Its content is already suspect for truth. When news is unreliable and manipulated no one will be tuning in. When you make a headline in order to cultivate an audience…. Y’all are toast.
Weary
Each revelation is the nail in Trump’s coffin. But it ain’t. He lies anew and his followers follow. He committed crime! Many! A judge no less has determined that felonies were committed. Felony! It’s a crime! No. In this case I ask when is felony not a crime. To be sure if it is was me, my ass would be locked up already.
Teflon Don Gotti:
Why was he called Teflon Don?
Following several unsuccessful prosecutions—one of which failed because the jury foreman was paid a $60,000 bribe—Gotti became known as the “Teflon Don” (because criminal charges against him never stuck) who could always outwit the criminal justice system.
Shhh… 45, your time is coming.
Insidious
The New York Times makes you subscribe to their website. Ok!? I can get the news in alternate ways… but it is convenient and I trust the source. To ramp up revenue they have three alternatives: wirecutter; athletic; cooking. All charge a surcharge on the basic subscription. Call it separate magazine subscriptions? For a while cooking surcharged and then the charge went away. The charge has returned again. I am a prisoner of my wifi carrier – no names please! But the information on recipes is funny. What you shield is freely available, just not your secret sauce. Do I care or need it?
About 182,000,000 results (0.51 seconds)
Google tells you how long the search took. I got the recipe you (NYT) hid from me in 1/2 second.
SS
I think I shall call them SS. The secret service is permanently assigned to ex-presidents. It makes them look so important. Invincible?! So far this one has not been indicted or convicted of the myriad of crimes he committed from paying off a porn star to blackmailing Ukraine to a failed coup and insurrection. What more can one ask in this visual? Fist high? Nazi salute. Storm troopers! Star wars or more Nazis? It’s a striking visual of the times we are in. Millions adore the man. Some millions more detest him. His legacy endures. Hero or traitor? I wonder how history will finally turn out. No one is named Hitler around here in these times.
In counter
Encounter? New counter? Ah!! How exciting!! Kitchen renovation is so much fun! And so many $$$$. Um? Five $ signs? Prep? Preparation? You clear the counters. Oh boy! Remove the drawers. Ha ha. My cats! I got curious cats! Yup, each had a go inside the cabinets. There is always a surprise. In this case the plumber told us the new sink was too deep to be able to install a garbage disposal. Ah!! Refund!
Backsplash is up next, it’s another home project for me. I will learn to cut tile. My son in law does tile work and floors for a living. He’s too far away to be of any help. And besides, I like making new mistakes every day.
Ha ha! A new counter? Already you cannot see the new surface to admire it. Really?!! And the cooktop does not fit in the hole. The new counter sits down lower; the gas feed hits the back of the drawer. So!!??#@$ more carpentry was needed to make it fit. This one cost blood as I cut myself on my brand new “sharp” chisel. Kitchen renovation – a game the whole family (cats) can play.
H.B.
Time is slipping by too fast. The decades go and I don’t have many to go. Maybe, none? No complaint. I’ve had a good ride, a charmed life. There were tragedies. Many. There has been great joy. Sometimes, the fries are great, others, not so much. Overall, I can only add, a happy ending is the preferred ending. Yes, it’s my post and today is my day. Happy. Happy? Happy! Yup, yep, yes!
Back in the saddle
Returning home from Christmas in the Midwest, we received an urgent call (in the car) for medical advice. A distant cousin had had a subarachnoid hemorrhage. First the local ER and then a transfer to the University for tertiary care followed. No names please. I got a disjointed story. It was a stroke, then a bleed, then…. I was able to figure out it was probably an aneurysm. Stroke: sudden catastrophic event in the brain – yes, technically so. But, this was treatable. Angiogram – ultimately, three lesions – two aneurysms, one AVM (arterio-venous malformation). The same conundrum – which one bled? Ultimately, all three were treated, although it took three sittings – two operations within a week. Cured! A happy ending. We like that. And a very happy new year was had by all. Me? I helped interpret the medical terminology along the way. Solving the case with limited information was as good as a Sherlock Holmes mystery. For a while it was like playing “telephone” in elementary school once again. Miss it? Nah! I been there. The fascination was in solving the decision making tree to the benefit of the patient. Flowers? A sign of “get well, soon!” And, I especially like happy endings.
Eh?
If you don’t get it? You must be dumb, or, a Republican. ‘Nuff said. Someone is finally speaking up for the “rest” of us.
Mirror mirror
We were out perusing the goods. A floor length mirror was too good to pass by. I just wanted the photo-op. We did not need the mirror. We looked about; no one was near; click!
10%er
Patch loved to sit on the table and mooch. He wouldn’t eat. He loved to lick potato chips, for the salt? And, he liked smoked turkey. He had been taught not to eat table food. So, it was with a mixture of rebellion and obedience that he – ha! – mooched. He did not bother me, just Colleen. This was just before he became mortally ill. I smile because I just downloaded a happy memory of Patch in better times. 10%? It refers to the fact that all my pets going back to Nellie, my dog, all had a right to a 10% share of anything I ate. They held me to it. I was/am helpless to deny them their right. Yeah, yeah, Patch liked to lick bread too.
Once upon a time
You can find all sorts of shit in antique stores. I came across mags of unknown age from an age before this. They were every bit as heinous as today. Playboy had nothing on them. They were misogynous, sexist, and demeaning to women. And, they sold! I wouldn’t know. I never saw them till now. But it would appear that white supremacy and male dominance is not nothing new. It’s pretty shameful to find it among us now and back then. It seems we doomed ourselves to repeat history. Just when you think we are enlightened you find out we are/were not. I’m sad. People actually bought and read this shit.
I love my wife
One month later – anniversary (second was) 2/28 – “I love my wife”, was sung by Frank Sinatra. I love my present wife…. to pieces. I think I must have been a frog…. Yes, I’ve been transformed. Content, for sure. I came across the art sculpture in an antique store for $$$$. I only needed a picture. Keepsake? I’ll keep my wife for as long as she will keep me. I’m a handful! Ask her? So far so good…
I have to say it’s pretty neat to spin the photo catalog and find lots to illustrate the story of the day.
Hug your wife
It’s figurative. Not applicable to everyone. Not everyone has a cat either. And. Don’t we all complain how we look in pictures? That said, it’s nice to hug your wife. it’s nice to love her as much as I do mine. It’s nice to be truthful and honest about it all. I’m writing this post on a bright sunny day. When you read this I hope your day is as sunny as the smile in mine.
Laying pipe
We went down to the beach to find the federal replenishment program in full swing. How to they do this? They pump sand onto the shore, pristine sand, from about a mile offshore using pipe to carry the sand to the beach. They lay all this enormous length of pipe. Bulldozers spread the sand pile, and, instant beach! I have mixed feelings about the process of messing with Mother Nature. But without the Feds, I would otherwise be on beachfront property about a mile from the current beach. Erosion can be impressive. The last replenishment saw the beach raised about ten feet higher. Shhh… this enormous project is akin to shoveling … against the tide. I’m still a mile from the ocean front. Does iPhone face recognition work with masks? …’cause we’re headed to the bank next.
Hanging out
Why? The red bellied woodpecker hangs from the feeder. To have a faster getaway? ??? Dunno. He’s a rare sight worth a photo. And the cardinal and blue jay are not common either. They are skittish. We only seem them infrequently and for a few seconds. It’s their version of bird fast food. Eat and go. Another conundrum: the red bellied woodpecker has a grey belly and a red head. There is a red headed woodpecker that is different from this one.
Happiness
Happiness is a warm spot. Elle loves to be by the portable radiator, and, in front of the window is a plus. Nutley does guard duty warding off the squirrel. He is always on alert and at the ready. Right?! Willow has found a soft warm spot in our comforter. Our cats are “indoor” cats. It means no outdoor excursions without supervision. I have escape artists. Ray’s winter outdoor privileges are rescinded.
Paper or box?
Story or illustration? The bottom two pics are to melt your heart – if you are a cat lover (or not). The rest illustrate the story. One good image would do. But I’m lazy and didn’t try to narrow it down. A new box is always certain “cat” entertainment. Everyone (cat) has a go. Climb in and claim your spot. There is no pecking order. First in…. Ok there is an occasional territorial dispute. In a pinch, a bag will do as a cat container. And the wrapping tissue, this was a whole new experience. The paper was a hit. They tossed it around all day … till it was shredded. Yes, a box, send more boxes!
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