Succulent Ramblings

I like to ramble on about my plants... and other things! My hope is to log the progress of plants and talk about my frustrations with others. So, tune in, turn on, or drop out (if you find it boring!)

Saturday, March 22, 2025

I decided to sit down and bang out a few thoughts before I start my day - I have a doctor appointment in a couple hours.  But as soon as I sat down, up comes Cleo, who is my 'pooter partner.  She is my most docile kitty that stays in the background, lets the other two "have their way" when it comes to hangin' with me.  Until it comes to the computer.  If I sit down here, she jumps right up usually turns into one of those legless muffs and watches my screen.  But today she flopped on her side and wanted attention.  The only problem is that she's a real hellion with her brother and doesn't seem to know how to relate on a loving level and ends up getting a little bitey with me.  She and her brother have been the play hard types from the beginning, and I think because she's a little smaller, she took on a "first strike" attitude with him to keep him from thinking he's king.  But he's still an ornery turd much of the time, sneaking up on either Cleo or poor old Pearl, who never fights back.  Such different personalities!

I finally have some new growth on a Hoya that has me enthusiastic.  Well, maybe that's a bit strong... I noticed it, so that's SOMEthing!  I'm hoping with an explosion of spring growth, my enthusiasm will come back.  Anyway, it's on the one we used to call 'Dee's Big One' and now call skinneriana...

This is a species that I always thought was very likely a large form of carnosa, but that's just my own observation.  It's growing in the sunroom so it's a little safer from my lack of interest.  I've managed to keep the stuff in the house watered well enough to get by.

They were talking about marriage on a talk show recently, which took me back to a time when we had the business and I was "doing finals" with a bride.  That means it was the day I would sit down with a bride and get every minute detail of what she wanted and expected, from picking out menu, times, decorations, numbers, etc.  We always did this about 2 weeks before the wedding date and most of the time, it included the mother of the bride.  The groom was there maybe 50% of the time.  But on this day, it was the father of the bride that was there instead of the mother - it wasn't very often that it was just the father, though they would sometimes come along with the mother.  If Mom was there, she would always give the dad a ribbing and say, "and this must be the father, the guy with the checkbook!"

Anyway, so this dad was the kind of guy that had a lot of questions, which I always liked because that would mean there would be no surprises.  And he was obviously a bit of a philosophical type too because at some point, he asked me, "So, do you believe in marriage?"  Yikes, that was direct!!  Simple answers are always the best - "Of course!  I wouldn't be doing this if I didn't!"

The long answer is more complicated.  Being in the business, and having been married twice myself, and I consider myself to be a master of observation, my answer is still "yes" but with a lot of caveats.  You don't have a choice but to believe in something that exists, of course, but if you throw in something like "Do you believe happy marriage is possible?", well that is a completely different question.  You can't use the statistics for this purpose.  Overall (1st, 2nd, 3rd marriages), 50% end in divorce.  But are the 50% who make it "happy"?  I've read a statistic that says that 74% of married people say they are happily married.  I think the key word here is SAY.  I'd be willing to bet it's way, WAY less than that.  I think if they posed the question differently, they would get a more realistic response.  Instead of "are you happily married", the question should be something like "on a scale of 1 to 100, how happy are you with your marriage?" Then give some qualifiers, like...

90-100 Blissfully happy pretty much all the time
80-90   Happy most of the time, we enjoy each other's company
70-80   We hardly ever fight and we have a lot in common
60-70   We have an issue or two, but we're good most of the time
50-60   We're mostly compatible, but we fight too much 
40-50   We've become complacent and could use some help
30-40   We don't like each other much anymore
20-30   We stay together for children/money/?? and live separate lives
10-20   I can't stand him/her anymore, but splitting is too expensive/hard
>10      I cancelled my life insurance in fear of him/her killing me!
 
You get the gist! Another caveat would be marriages over a certain length because most new marriages would (or at least should) fall in the 90+ range.  I would probably say marriages over 10 years. With that in mind, I think almost all marriages would fall in the under 60 ranges.  I think the above 90 is fantasy, though I would concede that there are a few marriages that could fall in that range.  I can think of a couple marriages that seem(ed) to fall in that range, but looking in from the outside can be deceiving.

Of course, the other thing to consider is that marriage is a fluid condition and always changing.  So while today, one might give an answer of 75, a few months later the answer might be 37.  I guess what I'm trying to say is it's not as simple as saying "good" marriage or "bad" marriage.  A better question might be, "If you had it to do over again, would you marry your current partner?"  But even that would need some "nudging" of things to consider because one's momentary response may not take into consideration things like...

...good parent?
...good provider/steady work?
...goals/aspirations?
...similar values?
...loyal/faithful?
...chemistry?
...participates (or not) in running the household?

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And that's where I left off with that train of thought.  Now it's about 10 days later and I and to jot down my impressions of a 4-episode series I watched on Netflix called "Adolescence".  It's set in England and about a 13-year-old boy who kills a girl the same age.  It had some very thought provoking scenes that highlight how different society is today compared to when we were that age.  

I wasn't sure at first if I liked how this series was conducted because it was as if it was mostly a single-shot scene with each episode.  But by the time it was over, I understood the point of this way of doing it.  In the first episode, it followed the the two police detectives who were assigned to the case, starting from the point where a S.W.A.T. team executes a no-knock warrant, busts down the family's door and locates the teenage boy at 6:15 am, still in bed.  As they bust in, Dad is screaming that they have the wrong house.  Mom is fixing breakfast and is ordered to the floor on her stomach.  Upstairs, the daughter hears the commotion and opens the bathroom door and is ordered to the floor and they find the boy sitting on the bed, obviously fearful of what he's hearing.  The officer in charge reads the boy (Jamie) his rights and arrests him.  This episode launches into following the officer and events that happen at the police station on that first day.  Parents and daughter are placed in a room, Jamie is processed which includes finger printing, photos, assigning of an attorney, and because he's a child, he gets an adult representative to be included in all meetings - he chooses his dad, Eddie.

It illustrates Jamie's fear as he spends the first few hours crying and asking what this is about, reiterating over and over that he's done nothing. After he gets through some of these processes, he calms down a bit, but his fear is still evident.  It shows the meeting with his lawyer and, eventually, the first interview with the two police detectives in charge.  At the end of this first episode, after much questioning and little progress (because of the advice of his council not to reveal anything), they show Jamie, his dad and the attorney CCV footing following Jamie's movements until he meets up with this girl and the actual killing.  It closes with his Dad inconsolable, as you can imagine.

Episode two was about the information gathering process, following the two detectives as they spoke to friends of both Jamie and the victim at school.  The senior detective had a son at this school, a bit older than Jamie though he really didn't know him.  They didn't seem to be getting very far - these middle-schoolers were not very forthcoming and they seemed to loathe the police. Toward the end of this episode, the detective's son asks to speak to him alone.  When they're alone, his dad says, "I thought you didn't know Jamie?"  His son confirms that he didn't know Jamie, but he felt his dad was "spinning his wheels" and kind of making a fool of himself because he didn't seem to understand what this was really about.  He said it was about "insta" (social media, Instagram specifically I assume) and "incel" - his dad (me too!) looked confused.  "What's incel?" Son rolled his eyes and explained, it's about 80% of the girls being attracted to 20% of the boys, and how the girls taunt the majority of the boys about how they will be celibate until they die. (At this point, I paused the show and looked up "incel" and this is what the dictionary says:  a member of an online community of young men who consider themselves unable to attract women sexually, typically associated with views that are hostile toward women and men who are sexually active.

After this enlightening conversation, he joined back up with his co-detective and when asked what his son wanted, he said, "He thinks this has to do with something he called incels and the majority of girls making fun of the less attractive boys."  Her response was, "Oh, not that Andrew Tate bullshit!"  And that's pretty much where that episode ended.  So I wanted to know more about this Andrew Tate dude and, wow, did I learn a lot.  This is a lot of information, but I condensed it as best I could. (* indicates an explanation at the end...)

Andrew Tate gained notoriety for promoting various positions in the "manosphere"* community. His controversial commentary has resulted in his expulsion from various social media platforms and concern that he promotes misogynist views to his audience. A diverse influencer, Tate has amasse 9.9 million followers on Twitter as of August 2024 and was the third most Googled person in 2023, with most British adults aware of who he is. He has been dubbed the king of toxic masculinity, has called himself a misogynist, and is politically described as both right-wing and for right. As of March 2025, Tate is facing six legal investigations - four criminal and two civil - in Romania, the United Kingdom, and the United States.

In 2016 he appeared on the British reality series Big Brother, but was removed, as he was the suspect in an open rape investigation in the United Kingdom. The investigation was later dropped, but Tate was subject to an extradition request for the rape charges in 2024. After his kickboxing career, Tate and his brother Tristan began operating a webcam model business, then sold online courses. With his audience from the courses, he became prominent as an internet celebrity promoting a hyper-macho view of masculinity. Tate's courses include Hustlers University, which gained 100,000 subscribers and was later relaunched as The Real World, and the secretive group named the War Room, which the BBC has accused of coercing women into sex work and teaching violence against women. In August 2023, it was estimated that Tate's online ventures generated $5 million in revenue monthly.

Tate and his brother were arrested in Romania in December 2022 along with two women. In June 2023, all four were charged with rape, human trafficking, and forming an organized crime group to sexually exploit women. In July, two of their accusers reportedly went into hiding after a campaign of online harassment, and the Tate brothers filed a defamation lawsuit, claiming $5 million dollars in damages against one of the accusers. March 2024, British police obtained an arrest warrant for the Tate brothers as part of an investigation into rape and human trafficking. In July 2024, they began a civil case against the brothers and the third person for alleged tax evasion. In August, Romanian police raided four properties Tate owns and expanded its investigation to include trafficking minors, sex with a minor, money laundering and attempting to influence Witnesses

The Real World primarily targets male teenagers. Former Real World students have described the program as having a cult-like atmosphere. The Real Rorld has been described by a lawyer for former members as the male version of the Tate Brothers digital grooming. Members refer to each other as G with Tate being the Top G. The group is centered on Tate's 41 tenants for men. Some of Tates views include depression isn't real; women belong in the home and can't drive; women are given to the man and belong to the man as property; men prefer dating 18 and 19-year-olds because they are likely to have had sex with fewer men, in order to make an imprint on teenagers; women who do not stay home are hoes; he questions whether Nazis were really the bad guy in World War ii;

Beginning in 2022, Tates views and their influence on teenage boys and young men have become of particular concern of parents, teachers and mental health experts in much of the world, including North America, the UK, Australia and New Zealand. The New York Times has described his views as brainwashing a generation, due to his influence in British schools, and the Anti-Defamation League considers Tate's misogyny mainstream. The ADL reported that Tate teaches his acolytes that women are inferior and morally deficient beings who deserve to be physically, sexually and emotionally abused, equating his philosophy to that of pickup artists.

*The manosphere is a varied collection of websites, blogs, and online forums promoting masculinity, misogyny, and opposition to feminism. Communities within the manosphere include men's rights activists, incels (involuntary celibates), Men Going Their Own Way, Pick-Up Artists , and father's rights groups. While the specifics of each group's beliefs sometimes conflict, they are generally united in the belief that society is biased against men due to the influence of feminism, and that feminists promote misandry (hatred of men). Acceptance of these ideas is described as "taking the red pill", a metaphor borrowed from the film The Matrix.

And wow, that brought to light (for me) a whole new element of evil in this world.  But at the same time, I have to admit that I can see where it came from.  When feminism was taking hold, in the late 60's/early 70's, most of the men of my dad's generation were somewhat aghast at the idea of women working "because they wanted to."  I've seen a lot of ads from the 1950's and a lot of them are geared toward "how to make your man's life easier" or how to "please your man."  A woman's role was well defined as wife, housekeeper, mother, man pleaser.  And when women started to go to work, I think most men decided it was ok - after all, that extra money took some of the pressure off of them, and life did get a bit easier for them.  Some of their being "ok" with it was the fact that women were making FAR less than men... thus proving that a) the men were more valuable, and b) they still relied on the man financially.

But I won't get into the unfairness this shift in society created - that's a bitch-fest for another day!  😏 Where I wanted to go with this is that the whole "push" against the status quo started a chasm between men and women.  Men resisted and women, for the first time in history, collectively pushed back.  Oh, I think there were plenty of defiant women in the past who pushed against the system, but those were few and far between.  This was a movement and as it grew, men resisted which gave women reason to push harder and yes, to become hateful at times.  Just as I might rage and spew terrible things at my jailer, women said and wrote terrible things about men as a whole.  And much of it was true, but it was also due to the shift from old ways to new ways, which is always hard. I don't think MOST men sat around thinking about "how to keep women down."  It was just the life everyone lived and that big shift was like a bomb to them.  Even a PT job gave women just a little bit of power, something they had never really had before.

The extreme feminists, though they got the job done faster (perhaps), caused a lot of divisiveness among men and women.  Men, over the next couple generations, came to accept and even expect women to work, and things improved, but a lot of that mentality of "men just want a slave and sex partner" was passed to girls, even without the expression of the words.  It often came as simply the way their mom treated their dad.  And dad putting up with it for the sake of peace.  And I think we smooshed them down, kicking every bit of masculinity out of them.  We expect men to be sensitive... to understand our "feelings" and mirror them. To cry at what we deem to be appropriate times.  To listen without trying to "fix".  No one wants to admit it, but we (and I use the "we" as women in general) want them to be a girl with a penis!  Can we not admit that what we want goes against what men are wired to be?  And do we really want that?  My point is, though, that I think this attitude of wanting men feminized is what has led to these kinds of groups that push back.  They are doing exactly what we did in the feminist movement!!  

I'm not saying the hatefulness is justified.  Just as I didn't like some of the BS that came out of the women's movement, like this expectation of men being more "girly" emotionally, I abhor these characterizations of women that are coming out of this "masculine movement".  Can't we just let everyone BE who they are.  My friend may like those effeminate men who wear man-buns and cries at the drop of a hat, but I like manly-men who have chest hair, who do not wax, and I'm ok if he listens to me but doesn't understand - as long as he listens and gives me a hug if I need it.  Yes, men could often use a little "nudging" when it comes to how to pretend to be sensitive, and I think a few naturally are, but let's just accept that they are different from us.  Can we not see that it's just as frustrating for them to not understand our temperaments, our emotionality, our (sometimes) crazy moods?  Women like romance... men would rather just "get to it".  Surely we are advanced enough that we can figure out how to be accommodating and respectful of each others' needs.  No one needs to change everything about who they are to be in a relationship.  If a woman needs a girly-guy, GO GET A GIRL!  LOL.  And I would tell a man who hates women as they are to GO GET A MAN!  Maybe it's just me, but it's the differences that create the attraction!  

Anyway, I think we could all benefit from respecting and embracing our differences rather than bitching about them or trying to change them.  And I'm not talking about (learned) bad behaviors. Like boys of Mark's generation who grew up into men who learned from their dads that housework, cleaning, cooking was all "women's work" and refused to change with the times.  I'm saying we need to choose a partner by looking for what we want, not by finding someone and then trying to make them fit the mold of what we want.  

This series was certainly enlightening.  It also had a much more realistic feel of the processes that occur when there's an arrest.  We only see the "interesting" parts on TV dramas or even real crime shows.  They leave out a lot of the stuff that creates turmoil and fear.  The third episode was about a clinical psychologist who talks to Jamie to determine whether he's mature enough to understand the charges and assist in his own defense.  This is one of multiple psychologists who have talked to him and it's not clear why so many, but I would assume either they weren't getting the result they wanted (either defense or prosecution) or there was inconclusiveness about the first few.  This psychologist is seeing him for the 6th time, I believe, and the whole episode was about that meeting.  

The final episode followed a day in the family 13 months later (while still awaiting trial).  They're at home one morning, Dad's birthday.  Mom is fixing breakfast and the daughter comes in from outside asking if Dad had seen his van.  It had been tagged the night before with a word I had to look up (I can't remember it off hand) and it was a slang word used in Britain that means "sex offender" or "pedophile".  So the rest of the episode is about how Dad deals with it (or doesn't so well...) and how Mom and sister are affected by Dad's explosive behavior.  It has an incredibly sad ending with a call from the son saying he's going to give up and plead guilty, and a hard but long overdue conversation between Mom and Dad about how this happened.  One where they question their parenting and how this seemingly normal boy could have done this.  You never see stories from the point of view of the killer and their family, so it was a very compelling viewpoint...

Off to the lady-cave!

Sunday, March 09, 2025

WW-N

 Well, I'm hoping I didn't start WW-N (as in "neighbor").  My house is one house from the corner of a busy street.  But my driveway is the first driveway.  The corner house has a driveway off of the busy street (42nd St.) and on top of that, it is severely sloped up AND the privacy fence of the neighbor behind them abuts their driveway so that if they are pulling out, they have to be already into traffic before they can see if it's clear.  So they have one of those curved mirrors to help them see down the street.  It's not a terrifically clear reflection.  So most of the tenants that live there don't use that driveway - only the brazen!  

And more about that property.  For many years, we have never seen tenants in there for more than one year.  I'm sure I've talked about it before.  It doesn't appear bad, but once they live there, I think all its problems become clear.  Basement takes on water when it rains... some roof leaks...a little added on front room is very cold... mold from past plumbing problems.  Then there's the noise from 42nd St. and parking down the street.  

Well, one of the problems is they always seem to want to use my driveway and that added wear and tear requires more maintenance.  A couple of tenants ago, in a moment of feeling "nice" I told one of the tenants that if they needed to unload groceries, they could pull in for a moment.  Next thing I knew, they were in my driveway every single day, and that was just what I was seeing!  I don't stand at my front window watching for users pulling in.  These were just the times I was walking by or sitting at just the right angle to see them, so if I was seeing it at least once a day, you can bet it was happening multiple times a day!  When they moved, I said NO MORE!  I just need to be a total bitch about it...  And awhile back, before they rented it, I was able to express that to the property manager and he said he has ALWAYS made it very clear for them not to use my driveway.

So, in move these new tenants - a black couple with two kids and a dog.  Seem nice enough.  But they have this huge suburban that they park on the street, nearly always facing the wrong direction.  And they occasionally turn around in my driveway (go figure - that means they go in reverse to turn around... why not just go around the block??)  And I've caught a few delivery people pulling in to deliver, and visitors.  So I had a sign made up...

But before I put it out, I want them to know that it's more about their visitors than them, so they don't think I'm just being a total bitch.  Yet when I've tried to tell people why I don't want folks in my driveway, they start to get a little defensive, like, "Well, geez, it's just for a quick minute..."  So I sent an email to their landlord hoping he will forward it on to them and the purpose of doing it that way is so they can get through my whole explanation about WHY before they start that whole whining about it being such a little deal.  Here's what I sent the landlord:

Hi Rick,

I'm Denise @4208 Pacific St., the house next to 4204.  I'm hoping you have the new tenant's email address so that you can forward this to them.  I could walk over and try to talk to them, but sometimes people get really defensive when I try to express myself about this driveway situation.  So I figure if I can just "get it all out" (so to speak), maybe they'll understand my position and be more cooperative.  And it's not that they aren't being relatively respectful... And can you let me know when you send this on to them so I can get my sign out after that?  Here's what I want them to know:

Hi neighbors!  Denise next door here.  I wanted to give you a heads-up that I'm going to put a sign next to my driveway about pulling in.  This is not directed at you guys specifically as I suspect Rick has made it clear I don't want you to use my driveway (though I did just see you there a few minutes ago and have a few times...)  But you've had delivery people, and it's not uncommon for people who are visiting the corner house to assume my driveway belongs to that house.  So it's time to get out my sign again...

Because I don't want you to think I'm just a total bitch, which I am NOT, I want to explain why I take this stance.  I've been here for a long, long time and in that time, I have had to replace the end of that driveway twice and have had to have repairs made in between.  None of my neighbors up and down the street have had to do that in all the years I've been here.  And I can tell you why.  The house you're living in doesn't seem to keep tenants more than a year at a time.  I can kind of understand why - it would get tiresome to have all that loud 42nd St. noise for starters - it's bad enough here where I have your house to block a lot of it!  The parking is atrocious - yes, you have your own driveway, but I can imagine the stress it brings on to try to pull out into that crazy 42nd St. traffic!!  So that means the street, and of course, you can't park close.  So I've always struggled with the folks in that house wanting to pull into my driveway "just to unload groceries" or other "just this or that" things.  Or (like you have done a few times that I've seen) to turn around.  On top of that, anyone coming to your house seems to think my driveway is yours.  And then there are the people who "oops, I turned at the wrong street" and use my driveway to turn around.  All of this really adds up.  

So instead of my little light car pulling in and out once, maybe twice a day at most, I get all this additional weight, wear and tear on my driveway.  (I'll interject here that yours is one of the BIG ones!)  And there is no one with their hand out to help me pay the exorbitant cost of fixing or replacing it.  So I'm begging you to please, please, please not use my driveway.  I want to be a good neighbor, and thankfully, I've been blessed on the other side with awesome neighbors all the years I've been here.  And I've had good neighbors in your house for the most part, too, except for this problem with the driveway.  And you guys seem like really nice folks and I don't want this to be a source of irritation.

My husband died  3 years ago and I'm doing my very best to stay in this house I love so much for as long as I can.  Big expenses will be the thing that eventually forces me to sell it, so I'm just doing my best to avoid them.  I hope you understand...

If you need to get hold of me, you can call or text 402-707-4390.  

And now, I'll just keep my fingers crossed and hope they don't sic someone on me!  They've been pretty decent otherwise.  They have a dog, Cinnamon, who they put out on a line in the back yard and let her bark and bark and bark, but it seems like I'm often disappointed in "pet parents" that live close by.  One day, I was in the kitchen and saw Cinnamon was outside their fence - she had jumped the fence with a rope tied to her collar!  I was grateful she hadn't choked to death!  I ran next door and got them to come get her and then she proceeded to run around and around in our yards, trying to evade them.  So I ran inside the house before I could witness her being hit on 42nd St.  Thankfully, they caught her and she was out barking again a bit later!

But I so hate coming off as the "bad guy".  And I don't know why it makes me feel that way.  I guess it's because I figure people think it's petty.  I remember back when we bought the building down in Papillion - we had our wedding venue there with a big parking lot that inter-connected with another big parking lot owned by a nearby bowling alley.  And what we discovered was that people in the area used the two inter-connecting parking lots like a street.  I would see car after car after car streaking through our parking lot, first one way then the other, all day long.  Were they completely oblivious that they were creating wear and tear on private property that was NOT maintained by the city?  Finally, we put a fence between the two parking lots.  And then, for the next month or so, cars would come into our lot, oops... there's a fence there now!!... and come back out.  Probably irritated that their shortcut had been eliminated!  I remember a few years later, while bartending a function, some guy come up to order a drink and said something like, "I used to use this lot to go down to the bank and one day, there was a fence!  What's up with that?"  Seriously, I thought?  I explained the premise of creating wear and tear on a surface WE had to maintain and he just shrugged his shoulders and walked away with his drink.  What a num-nutz!  People are so oblivious to anything that doesn't affect them!

I'm looking into a program called HealthyWage that's about getting paid to lose weight.  You "wager" that you can lose 'x' number of pounds in a time frame you choose.  So say you want to lose 50 lbs. in 6 months and you wager $50 a month that you can do it.  If you reach your goal in the timeframe, you get more than 4x what you wagered!  I'm giving it some thought.  It's a great incentive, but I'm just not sure I can find what works for me, short of starvation.  Oh, I know I can deprive myself into weight loss - I've don't it before. But that is never sustainable.  Once you quit the deprivation, it all comes back and then some.

John (my handyman) came by Friday and got my new bamboo curtains up.  I replaced my old ones, thinking the new ones were just like the old ones.  (The old ones were looking a little worn, and I wanted 4 in the front window instead of 3 for a fuller look...)  But when I got them, they were different with a heavy "frame" with heavier gromets as part of that frame (instead of hanging rings.)  So when I put them up, they were so heavy, they bent the hardware that holds the rod up.  OMG, they make shit SO cheap these days!  It's disgusting.  So I ordered three heavy duty  IRON brackets and decided to have John do it because it was just a bit too much for me to handle on my own.  


So now my living room is nicely up-to-date.  The oldest things in there are the two lamps - a floor lamp and a table lamp - and they were both very expensive nice lamps so I won't be replacing them.  Now it feels like it's all "well put together" and not quite so "eclectic".  Well, ok my snowman collection doesn't exactly scream "classy", but they make me feel good!  LOL!

Time to retire to the lady cave!

Thursday, March 06, 2025

This 'n that

 I worked yesterday and unfortunately, Prickly Pete was thrown into our group.  We also ended up with Gentleman Bob, whom I adore - he's quite the sweetheart!  So it was a double edged sword.  I think I've described Pete.  He went into a crazy rage... it's probably been a couple years ago now... over something stupid and it was focused on me.  It was at the airport and I just got in my car and went home, called Jessica and asked her to please put me in another group, which she did.  She even put me in the group I asked for!  I've had to work with him a few times since then, but usually only in very large groups, so it's been easy to steer clear.  But yesterday, there were only 5 of us, so I was concerned that I would be forced to interact with him and that made me nervous.  I've been posting a lot of anti-Trump stuff (the man gives us a LOT of fodder!) and I think Pete's whole problem with me is my opinions on Trump.  So I was a little worried that if he's been privy to my posts that he may have just been waiting for the moment he could lay into me again.

At the end of the day, 3 of us were sitting at a dealership waiting on Gentleman Bob and Pete - as it turned out, I was told by Todd (the chase driver), Pete's car went back to 9W, so he was done and gone and wouldn't be coming to the dealership.  I breathed a sigh of relief.  Todd knows my feelings about Pete and asked, "So what was it that caused the fallout between you two?"  I told him that I was pretty sure that the blowup scene was really just Pete's pent-up resentment about my opinions about Trump.  Now I know Todd is on the Trump side of politics, and I know he's heard me talking about Trump with Gary (we're on the same page), but he's not the type to jump into a conversation that could be controversial and cause tension.  Todd is more of a peace-keeper and just would never do anything to rock the boat.  But he's made a few comments that made it clear he's on the "right" side of things.  And that's ok.  Abraham would say we're both right because there's really nothing wrong going on here.  It's all working out...

Anyway, after I told him what I thought it was about, I told Todd I knew he was a Trump supporter and I didn't have a problem with that and didn't want it to affect our friendship.  He said something about democrats and how he thought I was "smarter than that". I explained I am NOT a democrat - I am registered as an independent and I've voted for both democrats and republicans over the years.  And, in fact, if the pubs had come up with a decent candidate either this time or last, I would have voted that side of the ticket because I abhorred Hilary and Biden was just too damn old. But he quickly put up a hand and said, "I really don't want to talk politics and get into all that!"  And ended the conversation, which I think was probably wise.  Because I really was feeling very insulted by that "I thought you were smarter than that" comment.  If I had felt like being mean back, I could have said, "Well, I thought you had a soul"...  But it's really not in my nature to be mean.  I've done it in anger a few times, and I always feel like a read cad after, so I try to be careful not to be insulting or mean.

I think I will try to believe that Todd cut off the conversation because he realized he crossed a line with that comment.  And it wouldn't surprise me if he apologizes for it next time I see him.  Todd's a good and sensitive guy.  And here's the point where I used to say "which surprises me that he's a Trump supporter".  But not anymore.  Gentleman Bob is as well. And I could name a few others that are kind and seemingly good people.  The ones that really shock me are the Christians - I'm not talking about the people who go to church on Sunday.  I'm talking about the ones that live the life, not just show up on Sunday.  Pat, a guy I work with, who is retired from the Mission and whose wife still works there.  He spends a lot of time still helping the homeless and downtrodden.  Lee, who only works now and then these days, who volunteers a lot for Habitat for Humanity and is one of those people you can "feel" is super righteous.  That awesome people like that don't see what I see... it shakes my faith in humanity.  How do they turn a blind eye to the blatant evil that he perpetuates?  I worry that there's some sort of mass brain washing that has occurred that has caused these otherwise empathetic, reasonable, smart people to not see the truth.  And how did so many of us avoid being brainwashed?  I refuse to believe that it is simply that there are so many hard-core republicans that they would rather a super-terrible human being of the republican party run the country than any democrat, no matter how decent.  I know there are those, but I've always assumed that the vast majority of people would vote for who is best, or at the very least, who will do the least damage...

Ok, time for a new subject.  The fear is overwhelming me and I need to move on to something more positive. (Un, that would be ANYthing!)

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I didn't get back, probably because I had trouble coming up with a more positive subject!  It feels like the state of our country has been an all-consuming subject for me.  But, here's what I had to say early this a.m...

I'm sitting here at 4:35 in the morning. Yesterday, it was 55° and balmy at 11:00 as I left to go meet Merry for lunch. It was a bit surreal when I passed a sign above the interstate that said "BLIZZARD WARNING 8:00 p.m. to 3:00 a.m. ALTER TRAVEL PLANS". I wasn't even wearing a jacket! About 4 four or five hours later, it started to rumble around. No lightning to speak of, at least none that I saw. But it rumbled for probably an hour and then started raining. It was coming down pretty hard for a while. So hard that I have two places in my greenhouse that were leaking. I've had a leak in one particular spot for a long time, but these were two different spots! I guess I'm going to have to deal with that this year. Anyway, it was probably around 5 pm that I stepped out to bring in my garbage can from the curb and the temperature had dropped about 15°. Still not bad except the wind was really starting to blow, so it felt colder. Before I went downstairs around 7:00, it was starting to sleet - they were saying it was snowing in other parts of the city. And the wind was even worse. They were predicting gusts from 50 to 60 mph! And they were not kidding! When I was downstairs watching tv, I could hear the howling through the back door over my television which I keep pretty darn loud! (I like that theater effect...) By the time I came up around 10:30, it did look like a full-blown blizzard outside. The windows on the north were covered with sleet, ice, snow... it's like it in attached itself to the glass. Couldn't see out the windows. But I could on other parts of the house... it was definitely a horizontally driven snow. And actually by then, there wasn't a lot of snow coming down. I'm not sure how much more came down after that. They thought it would quit sometime in the middle of the night but continue to blow. Anyway, I was in bed when I was awakened by the generator coming on. Later, when I got up around 3:30 to get back into the chair, I called OPPD to make sure that our area had been reported and it said that it went out in our area at 1:13 a.m. And it's still out all around me and the generator is still going. It's loud, but I'm sure grateful for it. Of course I didn't stop to think that when the electricity kicked off, it takes a generator about 10 seconds to kick in (so that it's not kicking on for one of those blinkouts), my main heater in the greenhouse doesn't automatically come back on. And I discovered a couple of days ago that my oldest heater in there has stopped working. I was kind of hoping it that I could wait until next fall to replace it, but I think I better go ahead and do that. I just have to decide if I want to replace it with the same kind or something else. Anyway, I've been up since 3:30, warming the stove up to 400 and then opening it and blowing the heat into the greenhouse. I think that howling wind is making it colder than it normally would be at this temperature, so I went down and got my bathroom heater and brought it up. Once we get through tonight I think it'll be fine with just the main heater, but you never know this time of year. I'll go ahead and get the new heater ordered.

I probably won't work the rest of the week. They didn't call me today thankfully, not that I would have gone if they had! Tomorrow's supposed to be warmer, but there will be remnants of this snow and I don't want to have to trudge between cars that have a few inches of snow between them. Not to mention clearing windshields, etc. And then Friday they're calling for a 70% chance of more snow. I guess it'll be another week of mostly staying in and out of it! It's been a weird few years for weather! First we go almost all winter without any precipitation whatsoever, and then we start getting it and keep getting it. I'm not complaining, we need the moisture. But it sure would be nice if it would just wait until it warms up a little and then have a rainy day, or even a few! Wishful thinking!

Wi-Fi is down as well. That just went down about half an hour ago and I got that reported as well. Sounds like it should be up around 5:30 or thereabouts. I'm actually dictating this into an email that I can copy and paste into my blog once Wi-Fi comes back up. And right now, I'm just concentrating on trying to get the greenhouse warmed up a bit. A few more rounds of the oven heat should give it enough of a boost so that the third heater I put in there can get some warmth going. I sure feel blessed that I was able to get that generator! I'll probably go back to bed here in a bit for at least a couple of hours.

I made some tomato soup last night that turned out absolutely delicious! Now I'm no fan of tomato soup. Mark loved Campbell's tomato soup which I always thought was kind of gross! So when I fixed myself something like fish that he wouldn't eat, I'd fix him tomato soup and grilled cheese sandwich. Then I tried Progresso tomato soup and it was better, but I still wouldn't go out of my way to eat tomato soup. But I've been seeing pictures of what looks like really good tomato soup, and I found this recipe on the internet that sounded very simple and didn't sound like a huge batch so I figured if I didn't like it I wouldn't feel horrible about throwing it out. I couldn't believe how easy it was and how outstanding it is! Of course it's not like you're cooking it from scratch, cooking the tomatoes themselves. Even if I was a big fan of tomato soup, I probably wouldn't do it that much from scratch! I made it very close to the what the recipe called for, just tweaking it a bit for my own tastes. A little more salt, a nice heaping teaspoon of Italian seasonings, more sugar than it called for and a little more heavy cream than I called for. Wow wow wow did it turn out awesome! I'll have to include my tweaked version when I get this loaded onto my blog. When I find a new and delicious recipe, I always wish my Mom was here to share it with me. Mark was an old stick in the mud when it come to trying new things, but that year that Mom lived with me I so enjoyed cooking for her!

Easy-Peezy Tomato Soup
 2 T. butter
 1 med. onion, chopped
 2 cloves garlic, minced (I use a garlic press for max. flavor)
 2 cans (14 oz) tomatoes (I prefer fire roasted)
 2 c. chicken or veg. broth
 2 T. sugar
 1 tsp. salt (a little less if you prefer)
 1/4 tsp. black pepper
 1 rounded tsp. Italian seasonings
 1 c. heavy cream
Melt butter and saute onion and garlic a few minutes until soft.  Add tomatoes (with juices), broth, sugar, and seasonings and stir well. Simmer uncovered for 15-20 minutes.  Remove from heat and use an immersion blender to puree the soup - I prefer mine a bit chunky, but you can continue until it is completely smooth.  Add the cream and put back on low heat and reheat slowly, but don't boil. 

I'm a little freaked out by a noise in my bedroom. Now this noise only happens when the wind blows seriously hard like it is now. The noise is in the very corner, north west corner, and sounds like it's something in the wall. It sounds like boards shifting. I'm not exactly sure how else to describe it, but that's how it sounds. Like maybe the frame is moving just a bit. It's something new that I've noticed in the last year. Of course it seems like we've had extraordinary winds the last year or two and maybe that has loosened something up in the framework. I don't think it's anything that anybody could do anything about without opening walls either from the outside or the inside, and I don't see wanting to resolve it that bad. I mean, unless it starts leaking or I see damage to the wall, I guess I don't see any reason to mess with it. But it is a very weird sound and if I'm lying in bed it can wake me up.

And with that, I think I'm going to see if I can get a couple more hours of sleep. I'm feeling bad for my neighbors who are probably by now getting cold. I think most of these houses have more insulation in them than mine does, but with this wind, it's more penetrating. I hope the electricity comes back on soon!

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I'm up now and just before I got in bed, I got a text from Cox that said we probably wouldn't have wi-fi back on until after 9 a.m. And just about as soon as I laid down, I saw lights come on at my neighbor's behind me.  But I waited and the generator didn't go off.  I have neighbor's in the other direction who are up by 4 a.m. on weekdays and their lights were not on, so I guess everyone was still out in my row.  By the time I woke up at 7:45, the generator was off, so I'm guessing it was about a 5 hour outage...

I went online and ordered another heater just like the one in the basement that I got a few months ago.  It seems to work well, and I may just order yet another one before fall to replace my oldest heater, which doesn't seem to be putting out much air.  Maybe it's in need of a good cleaning, but I would have no idea where to start!

It's now mid-afternoon and the sun is shining.  The wind isn't as vicious, but it's still blowing pretty good.  My snow removal buds haven't been here yet and I'm wondering if they plan to come.  The sun may have it melted by the time they get to it!  But there's a nice little drift right in front of my porch.  

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I guess I need to get this published because every time I sit down to write, I get distracted and end up walking away and not getting back to it!  It's now Thursday. I woke at 6:30 in the bed - usually, I'd just stay up, but I was SO stiff and sore, I decided to hit the chair for may half an hour.  Two hours later, I woke because Pearl was sleeping on the top of the chair back and fell!  This is the second time this has happened in the last couple weeks.  You know, cats seem to love sleeping places like that and I've always wondered how that doesn't happen a lot... I know they are graceful and well balanced, but when they're sleeping, I can't figure out how their muscles stay... well, let's call it "aware" of how to hold them in place.  But Pearl is 17 this year and she has definitely aged.  She's skinnier, she has an "old lady" voice that's kind of gravelly (mine is that way a lot, too!) and she really has a lot of trouble getting up on things.  (I put a chair next to the bed, and I've got steps in front of her favorite spots...) Anyway, this fall doesn't seem to have hurt her, but I'm going to put a pillow or rug on the floor back there to soften the landing next time...

It won't be long that plants will start growing and blooming and maybe I'll have something of real interest to talk about.  At least I hope so!  This has been the weirdest winter with my total disinterest in my plants.  I've managed to maintain (not lose) the ones in the house.  But the greenhouse is a different story.  I have to FORCE myself to go out there and no matter how bad it gets, I can't seem to motivate myself to care.  I'm actually feeling a little bit of relief mixed with the guilt when I see another plant that has died.  The herd is getting thinned!  I can't decide if that means I let myself get overwhelmed by too many, or if it means the state of our country and politics has me so beaten down that I just don't give a damn anymore.  

Well, I'm off to get coffee, and since I may get "distracted" ... PUBLISH!


Monday, February 24, 2025

Snow... finally!

We finally got some snow... not much, maybe 3" or so here.  They said 3.5" at the airport.  But man-oh-man is it cold!  I'm getting ready to leave to get my nails done, which will be my first time out in several days.  I plan to hit the grocery store as well, then tomorrow, I'll get my hair cut & colored.   I'm getting gray fast this time.  I think I've been doing too much worrying about the direction of the country.  Trump continues to scare the bejesus out of me with his crazy extreme changes.  He promised lower inflation and unless there is something that I'm too dumb to understand, I'm pretty sure we're on our way to WORSE inflation.  And his insanity is making the stock market swing like a monkey after a banana in the jungle.  I just keep hearing my mom's voice say, "Stop looking at it!  It'll even out and you'll be fine."  

But on to better subjects, I finally replace my old PC.  This time, I got an all-in-one.  I had planned on just replacing the "tower" because my monitor is fine, but the guy I talked to said there's a good chance my old monitor might not work with a new PC.  And my friend, Marco, told me he'd been using all-in-ones for several years and I guess I thought, what the hell.  It came on Monday and I was prepared to get started with the transfer of all my files to the new computer and lo and behold, there they all were!  I guess they must be all sitting up in one of the clouds somewhere!  I used to consider myself pretty computer savvy, but it's beyond my comprehension now!  Anyway, the one thing I don't like about it is the USB ports are on the back.  What a pain in the ass!  Oh, and there are only THREE!  Two of which are taken up by the mouse and keyboard, leaving only one.  Oh brother!  So I ordered a USB hub that gives me 4 ports.  It was supposed to be here Tuesday, then yesterday, and now it says today.  Fucking Amazon lies! I admit - I've gotten spoiled rotten by how fast they usually are! But if they had just said initially that it would be Thursday before I got it, I probably would have just run to Office Depot and bought one.  Very frustrating!

I have new neighbors as of last week.  I haven't met them yet.  It's a black family - I'm pretty sure this is the first time I've had black neighbors, which is kind of weird when you think about it!  I've been here nearly 38 years...  Wait a minute... I take that back. When Marcy (next door to the west) lost her husband in 2019, her sister moved in.  She had two black children - an older teenage boy who eventually joined the armed forces (can't remember which branch) and a daughter who I think was older than him and on her own.  She also had a younger white daughter.  All very nice folks.  Not that I would expect anything less from Marcy's family!  She's a wonderful human being and I love her to death.  She's there for me when I need her and I try to do the same for her.  Anyway, back to the new family next door, I've mostly just seen a woman and a couple kids.  There may be a dad as well... there were a couple men who helped when they moved in, but I haven't seen them since.  I need to go over and introduce myself and take some cookies or something.  I feel kind of sorry for them as I always do anyone who moves in there.  They're going to find out all the issues with that house, and by this time next year, they'll be gone.  I have yet to see anyone in all the years since Dorothy sold it stay more than one year.  It doesn't look half bad, but it's a real shit-hole.  I talked to the guy who is the property manager a couple weeks ago.  Apparently the owners live in CA and don't want to put a lot of money into it, yet they ask $1900 for rent!  Man, I think if they can get that much for that place, what could I get for mine?  The basement is not finished and, in fact, gets water in it when it rains.  It calls itself a 4 bedroom, though one of them upstairs could only hold a single bed and NOTHING more.  Mine is clearly a 2-bedroom, but the whole basement is finished and one room could be used for a bedroom, though you couldn't technically call it a bedroom unless you put in one of those egress windows.  But I would never want to be a landlord.  I've heard such awful horror stories...

I've been cleaning out my cupboards and getting rid of a lot of stuff I don't use anymore and WOW is that freeing up space!!  So far, I got rid of all my old Mikasa stoneware.  I've got a bunch of lead crystal glasses I put out there for $15 - I'll probably just end up giving them to a thrift store.  And I have only on more stack of soup bowls from my set of china to pack up.  What the hell I'm going to do with that I don't know.  No one wants china anymore...  I plan to make little decorative planters out of the teacups and saucers - I made one by gluing the cup to the saucer, then I'll drill a hole in the cup for drainage.  Someone who is one of those garden artists, who makes stuff out of glassware (like bird feeders) might want some of it...

It does make me feel accomplished when I can add something to the donation box.  I'm tired of all this "stuff" that I hang onto.  I need to simplify my life!!

Here's a tidbit about old houses...  I keep 1/2 gallon jugs of water on hand for those times when I want to do a blast of watering.  I think I have 16 right now, so 8 gallons.  I keep them filled (with fertilizer) in a corner in the dining room, east exterior wall.  I pulled one next to the wall out this morning to water a plant and I thought, "WOW, this feels like it's been in the fridge!!"  So I stuck a thermometer in the water and sure enough, it was 42 degrees!!  I pulled another jug that was in front, about 18" in from the wall and it was 10 degrees warmer.  (But yes, still only 52 deg. in a room I keep about 70!)  Old houses be cold!  LOL

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I started this on Wednesday.  It's Saturday.  I didn't work all week, and I'm thinking I might not work next week.  It's supposed to be horribly cold, like real temps in the single digits and wind chills in the minus double digits!  And more snow.  Next year, I may just tell them to consider me a snow bird and take Jan. and Feb. off...  I'm getting too old for this shit!

Yesterday and today, I got all my music on to my new computer.  That's one thing that apparently isn't in "the cloud".  It took a few hours... I reorganized them as well.  I have nearly 500 songs, and these are simply "favorites" off of CDs.  It's probably silly to keep them since I have access to ALL the music on Amazon.  My Amazon playlists, which I play through my Alexa devices, have a LOT more music on them.  I have 5 playlists, three that I use all the time.  My "Mellow" list has about 430 songs that include stuff like Paul Davis, Gordon Lightfoot, ARS, and some mellow stuff from the 80's as well.  I have an 80's playlist with about 330 songs.  I loved the 80's sound almost as much as the 70's!  Then I have a "Favorite Rock" playlist with about 350 songs that I listen to when I'm wanting to be motivated.  I also have a "Relax" playlist that I listen to sometimes when I'm sleeping.  It has a lot of music from a CD I bought years ago with what I call "space music" by John Serrie.  If you meditate to it, you actually feel like you are floating!  It's very cool...  There are tons of YouTube videos with sleep music, but none of them are as good as John Serrie music!  It also has some great "floaty" songs like Bridge of Sighs, #9 Dream, Only Time...   I think the unlimited music costs me something like $15/month on Amazon and it is probably the best $15 I spend every month.  I can listen to premade lists on Amazon.  I can ask Alexa to play an album... right now I'm listening to Captain Fantastic and the Brown Dirt Cowboy.  I've gotten spoiled.  When I listen to a radio station, I think "why do they think they have to play from such a limited list of songs???"  You hear the same shit over and over on the radio.  I can ask Alexa to play something I haven't heard in 20 years and viola... she plays it! Doesn't matter if it's a b-side of a rarely played song!

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Can't seem to get this one finished up.  I started nearly two weeks ago.  We had a week of such bitter cold weather, I didn't leave the house, so I had plenty of time to get back to it.  I think it's because the cold was ALL I could think about and didn't want to ramble on about THAT!  It was awful.  And to add insult to injury, my humidifier hasn't been working and the air was sooo dry from the furnace running all the time.  I had started the process of getting it fixed... My handyman, John, had been over to look at it.  I assumed it just needed a new pad (I've changed them before and it's a royal pain in the ass!), but he determined that the valve letting the water in was bad.  So I ordered a new valve and a new pad and it got here pretty lickety split.  But when he came back to install it, it turned out he had me order the wrong one.  Well, it was a weird thing - it was for the right model, but the wrong voltage.  I don't really understand those kinds of things, but I had to send it back and order the right one.  That one took a little longer to get here, and then we had the snow.  John had been hit in the first snow and was leery to get out when we got the second snow, so he put it off and then it turned SO bitterly cold that the furnace was running almost around the clock.  The humidity got down to 14% - it was almost painful! So then I started boiling water on the stove for 16 hours a day, but could only get it up to 19-20%.  He finally got back the first of last week and then... another snafu!  He couldn't get more than a spit of water to come through the valve!  Turned out the water valve, the one letting water flow through the pipe, was clogged.  So he replaced that and voila, water flow!  Right now, today, it's warmer and it's actually 60 degrees (!!) and I have 34% humidity in here!  YAY!  What a fiasco!

Today, I was sitting around reminiscing about the old days.  Back to the year or two after I got out of high school.  And I was finding I couldn't remember some of the timeline, so I thought I'd come here and try to sort it out.  

Paul and I got married in July, 1977, 2 months after I graduated.  We moved into that cute little apartment in Harlan and in August, he got offered a job at Wheeler's in Seward, Nebraska, so we packed up our things and moved out there at the end of August.  (Just a bit of trivia... Elvis died on our 1 month anniversary!)  We rented this shit-hole apartment above the JC Penney store on the town square.  At the time, it was ok - it's looking back that I realize what a shit-hole it was!  Nothing like the adorable apartment we left in Harlan.  But this place had a TON of potential, if someone would have just put some money into it! Paul went to work at Wheeler's, which was right on the edge of town, and I took a PT job at the Tru Value hardware store within walking distance.  I don't really remember the job itself that much, but I remember my boss, whose name was Dan Bank (or was it Banks??) and a college guy named Mike... something like Heidbrink, who made the job kind of fun.  We were about the same age.  We used to go to a bar down the street from our apartment and have a drink or two and play foosball.  No phone, no TV.  Pretty basic living!

But what I can't seem to figure out is when Mom left Harlan.  I can not remember anything about her selling the house.  Not hearing her talk about it.  Nothing!  That seems weird to me.  Selling a house is a pretty big event and it's just blank.  But of course, since we didn't have a phone, we weren't talking to them much because it required going across the street to a payphone and taking change to make the call... what a pain in the ass that was!!  But a phone was a luxury we couldn't afford then.  So I've been trying to figure this out.  Merry got married in April 1978 (yes, she's 4 years younger than me, so she was only 15!) and by then, Mom was living in Council Bluffs because that is how the Merry/Rick thing got started.  Mom moved and Merry stayed to finish the year, living with a friend from school.  Rick was her friend's older brother.  And so the saga began.  So I have to assume that if she was in CB by April of 1978, she must have sold it (or put it up for sale) not that long after I moved out.  Why don't I remember that?  

So with this realization of the hole in my memory, I was thinking, I don't really remember ever coming home and staying at Mom's.  But then I think we probably wouldn't have because my bed was only a single.  So I thought I guess we must have stayed at Paul's parent's home when we came back, which got me thinking about when they sold their house.  Oh, yeah... they had mostly moved out when we got married.  We had our ceremony at their house in Harlan - in the back yard, with Gary, Paul's brother, officiating.  (This was before every Tom, Dick & Harry could get ordained - Gary was a real minister.)  It was just family... siblings. Gary's wife and gaggle of kids.  Dave (Paul's oldest brother) and his wife and 2 kids.  Betty, Paul's teenage sister.  Of course his parents, Cliff & Lois.  Wes and Merry, Mom.  I'm pretty sure my Grandma Dogs (as we called her - she raised Dachshunds... Dad's mother) was there and maybe my cousin Jon.  Dad didn't come.  Oh, and my HS friend, Merry Jones stood up with me.  We had a little cake and punch reception after and this is how I remember they were mostly moved.  There was a couch and a few chairs and no other furniture.  They had moved to Hancock, Iowa.  I think they moved there because it was closer to where Cliff worked in Oakland...

So after we left our "reception", we took our old Galaxy 500... I'm trying to remember what year it was... downtown to the bank to cash the checks we got so we could afford to go on our "honeymoon" which was coming up to Omaha for a couple nights.  There is diagonal parking in front of the bank, and as we were pulling out, a woman came roaring up and hit us, pushing us back into the parking spot!  It totaled the car, crushing the trunk so much we had to struggle to get the suitcase out that we had packed to come to Omaha!  Backing up just a bit... Paul and his dad had bought two Galaxys, a 500 and a 2 door, and overhauled one engine and put it in the 500.  So, if I remember correctly, when we got back, they put the engine in the 2 door, which I actually liked better...  We borrowed his Dad's car to come to Omaha for the weekend.  We stayed at the Hilton, on the 16th floor.  The only reason I remember that is because we had a good thunderstorm overnight and, because I love a good thunderstorm, I got up to open the curtains so we could watch the lightening and I looked down and there were fire trucks pulled up to the hotel with lights ablaze!  Of course, it was a couple years before that one of the blockbuster movies was The Tower Inferno, so I was kind of freaking out!  LOL!

Anyway, we spent a little less than a year in Seward.  I think it was July of 1978 that we moved to York, into a mobile home, for just a month, because Paul was transferred to the Wheeler's in Grand Island, which was about 50 miles away.  Looking back, I wonder what we were thinking!  A 50 mile commute is a lot to expect with an old beater!  So quickly, we decided to buy a mobile home and move closer.  We ended up in a mobile home park (a very nice one!) in between Grand Island and Alda, a little village about 7 miles from GI.  It was a nice, new but small mobile home - 53' x 10' if I remember correctly.  

But before we left York, we made two major purchases.  We decided it was time to have a second car, so we found a cute little Toyota Corona, a 1972, and we financed it - this was going to be "my" car!  I loved it.  It was brown, a standard transmission.  We had gotten a Sears card when we first married to establish some credit, because back then, they didn't just "hand" you credit on a silver platter - you had to earn it!  And that was something that was always important to us - to have GOOD credit.  The second purchase was a set of cookware.  Paul's brother, Gary and his wife lived there in York and they had a Saladmaster party.  Saladmaster is kind of the Cadillac of cookware.  I bought their smallest set, which cost $300 on which we made $12/month payments for 2 years.  I was so excited!  And here I am, 47 years later, still using them and they still look like new!  I checked it out a Saladmaster demo a few years ago and their cheapest set is now close to $3000!!  On the other hand, I can't think of one other things that I still have from 1978!

We lived there outside of GI for about 18 months, then Paul went into the USAF, joining up in Dec. 1979.  He went off to boot camp and I packed up our stuff over the next 6 weeks.  Back then, if you joined the service and you owned a home, you could let it go back to the bank and it would not affect your credit, so that's what we did.  I don't remember the details of how I got all our "stuff", furniture and all, moved out!  I assume Wes helped, but who else?  There was a couch, bed, table and chairs... stuff we wanted to store until we needed them.  I wish I could remember!  But we got it moved to Paul's parent's home and they stored it for us. 

In January, Mom married Herb - I was a bridesmaid along with Merry & Aunt Judy. Paul got out of bootcamp in early Feb. and found us a (another) shit hole furnished apartment.  Herb had a van and we loaded it with the necessities -  clothes, dishes, my expensive pots and pans, some of my plants, I think we took our little kitchen table...  Then Wes drove the Galaxy and we towed the Toyota behind, 1000 miles down to Biloxi, Mississippi.  My first time seeing the Gulf... WOW.

Things I remember about Biloxi... Bugs big enough to saddle up!  The roaches were disgusting and huge, and I would keep a shoe next to the toilet so that I could squish them when they scurried about at night when I sat.  YIKES.  The apartment was actually an old home that had been turned into two apartments.  Another couple lived above us.  Ours was dark and dingy with a screened in porch.  I hated it and was so happy when he got orders to California and we were on our way.  But it was awesome that we were about 3 blocks from the water and hanging out on the beach was nice.  Paul made a lot of friends and we had fun while we were there, in spite of our yucky apartment.

And that was our life up to the summer of 1980.  I may try to see if I can find some photos to scan and interject later. 



Wednesday, January 08, 2025

Scary times...

As the time approaches for the change of power, I feel an overwhelming sense of dread for our country.  I'm still in shock that Trump managed to hoodwink more than half the country.  I did not think he had a snowball's chance in hell to pull it off, yet here we are.  

Because I still can't seem to wrap my head around it, I go over and over in my head how we got here.  I never knew much about Kamala and really didn't have an opinion about her when Biden chose her as his running mate.  My only real thought was, "hm, probably smart to pick a woman of color - he hit two segments of society that are not typically in one of the highest positions of power in this country."  I knew she was a lawyer, practiced in Cali, which of course made her liberal...maybe more liberal that I would like, but I'll take someone who leans a little too far left over someone leaning a little too far right any day. 

When Biden stepped aside and she stepped up to campaign, my first thought was "I sure wish the Pubs had come up with a better candidate!"  I really liked that Haley lady who ran in the primary and if she had been their candidate, I think that unless she proved to be different than she seemed, there's a good chance I would have voted for her.  But then as Kamala campaigned, I felt better about her.  And with the exception of one Trump-loathing friend who said he didn't like her and would simply not vote, it seemed like all the people I was talking to were rallying to support her.  But I will concede that her "popularity" may have been simply that she is "better than Trump."  

When she lost so pathetically, I was in shock!  The blue dot campaign had me feeling so positive!  I thought, I had no idea I had so many neighbors that were... well, not necessarily Dems, but on that side in this election.   I'm not a Dem.  I am an independent.  I have voted both ways.  I voted for both Bush's, both times.  I voted for Clinton and Obama, both times.  And I probably would have gone back to voting Pub this time if it was someone else.  But I was so sure that Trump had offended every single demographic, and sure that everyone but his most extreme supporters were sick to death of his vile attacks and crazy diatribe that the landslide would be the other direction.  I was so sure that many of the people who gave lip service to supporting him would quietly (and never admitting it) vote for Kamala.  It didn't even occur to me that this could happen!  That over half our country want this kind of man running the show, representing us to the rest of the world. 

Like I said, I think I'm still in shock.  I hate to use the "D" word, because I've never understood it, but I wonder if I might have just a touch of depression over the whole thing.  I'm so scared for what's ahead.  I just keep telling myself "the universe has my back - all is well."  But I feel paralyzed and have lost enthusiasm for the things that usually give me pleasure.  My plants are suffering.  I'm unenthusiastic about going to work.  I just need to get some of this out so that maybe I can relax about this a little...

My first thought after Kamala's overwhelming loss was, "How did she fuck this up so bad?"  I mean, really, with that P.O.S. as her opponent, she could be a freakin' monkey and win.  She chose a good running mate - that guy is totally likeable, and (in fact) I'd vote for HIM for prez!  Not a lot of experience, but a good president governs well by surrounding him/herself with smart, informed, competent people and LISTEN TO THEM.  But here we are...

And what does Trump do but go in and fire all the smart, informed, competent people and put a bunch of "yes men" in their places.  The crazy shit he's done just in the last couple months is enough to make you wonder where we'll be in another 6 months.  Make Canada the 51st state?  "Take over" the Panama Canal and Greenland?  Who the fuck does he think he is?  Can you image what the world is thinking?  This is what I read he said in a press conference yesterday:

May be an image of 1 person and text that says '"We're going to be changing the name of the Gulf of to the Gulf of America, which has a beautiful ring that covers a lot of territory. The Gulf of America, what a beautiful name. It's like the whole ocean, take an acre, you know, an acre, you have a house on a half an acre, On a quarter of an acre, or an acre. If you have an acre, you have a big deal. Now you multiply that by 625 million acres. It's like feels like the whole ocean." Dementia Don January 7, 2025'

Ok, that last bit at the bottom is mean, and I would have removed it, but he does sound demented.  I'm so proud to live in a country where half the people think this is even remotely lucid. 😔

I remember back when Clinton was in office and the whole Monica scandal broke.  The Pubs were aghast that a lot of Dems weren't condemning Clinton for his shenanigans.  "He's a terrible example for our youth!" they said.  "A man in the highest office should be honorable, should be faithful to his wife!"  And my thought was "this is a matter of privacy in a marriage.  He will pay the consequences as all cheating men do. But it's really nobody else's business because there has been no law broken - only one of the moral variety." The Pubs have come a long way, baby!  Here's a good rendition of where we're at now, what... 25 years later?... (It was put out there in July 2024)

I have a question for MAGA bunch —
You say you want trump back in office.
You say you liked his “policies”.
That things were “better”.
That he “fought for you”.
And I want to know why you think any of that.
 
Because he told you he would lower the cost of your prescription drugs, and didn’t. But Biden did.
 
He said he’d bring back manufacturing, but he didn’t. Joe Biden passed the CHIPS Act - allocating tens of billions in incentives for companies to construct & expand manufacturing facilities in the US.
 
For four years straight, he said every week would be “infrastructure week”, only that week never came. President Biden signed a $1 trillion bipartisan infrastructure bill into law during his first year in office.
 
He said he would boost economic growth by 4 percent a year. Nope. The economy stalled, and unemployment soared to the highest levels since the Great Depression. Joe Biden has created 13.2 million jobs and unemployment has been under 4% for 17 months in a row — the longest stretch in over 50 years.
 
He promised to eliminate the federal deficit. He increased it by more than 60 percent. Joe Biden cut the deficit by more than $1.7 trillion in his first two years – the largest deficit reduction in American history.
 
He said he would hire “only the best people.” He’s since called his AG a “gutless pig”, his National Security Adviser “one of the dumbest people in Washington", his Sec. Of Defense “the world’s most overrated general” and he’s said that people were right to want to hang his VP. Joe Biden has seen very little turnover in his cabinet and hasn’t so much as criticized anyone in his administration, let alone wanted to see them hanged.
 
He promised he’d build a wall and that Mexico would pay for it. He then took $15 billion from our Defense Department’s budget to pay for less than 500 miles of construction. Joe Biden got Mexico to pay us $1.5 billion for border security.
 
He promised to lock up Hillary Clinton for using a private email server. He’s now been federally indicted with 37 charges related to his intentional mishandling of national security documents. Joe Biden… hasn’t.
 
He said he would “unify America”, and then told his supporters to attack our Capitol. He was impeached twice, lost re-election and has to date been indicted 71 times, with more charges likely to come.
Oh, and that money you’re sending him for the 2024 election… that’s being used to pay his personal legal bills.
 
So, given all of this… my question remains the same — what was “better” under trump? What “policies”? If it wasn’t healthcare, infrastructure, border security, American manufacturing or the economy, what was it?
 
And if he’s “fighting for you”, why is he using your campaign donations on his personal legal woes? I would really love to know.
 
Yes, and I don't hear any Pubs worried about the bad example our president is setting including (but not limited to...) cheating on his wife, soliciting sex from a sex worker, assaulting women, grossly characterizing women as "letting you do what you want if you have power and money"... inciting violence, screwing small businesses over, name-calling, telling outright lies and then denying his lies, and of course there's all the law breaking.  If you think having a generation of kids who think oral sex "isn't sex" is bad, imagine what's coming!  

Twelve days to our 4 years of God-knows-what.  Like I said, I'm scared.  But if the Pubs are right, at least my money will make money.  At what price?  God help us all!