Way too late, but they did apologize!
About 5 or 6 years ago, a couple from the park accused me of stealing their lawn chairs. I was absolutely shocked to the core because I had considered the woman a friend. I did understand they were both a little whacky but never would have thought they'd do something like this.
The way I found out is that friends from around the park came to me laughing about it...they knew it wasn't true. I didn't laugh. I was angry at the husband and hurt by the wife because never in my life have I been accused of stealing anything. I knew that most of the people knew me in the park and would know this couldn't be true but what about the people who didn't know me well? It was so insulting and came completely out of the blue.
Anyway, I did manage to speak to the wife and she said she knew I hadn't taken them because she'd had a dream and now she knew who the culprit was. Need I say more???
Well, yesterday at the grocery store I ran into both of them and they insisted on talking although it was very uncomfortable for me. I was okay with the wife but still angry with the husband. He finally came in real close to me and said he wanted to apologize because he'd found out who actually had stolen his chairs. He was too stupid to know that the damage had already been done to any friendship we'd had and the apology didn't make me feel any better.
I know I wrote about this way back but the sad thing about all of this is that they never did come to me directly and ask if I knew anything about their damned chairs. Isn't that what a normal person would do? Instead, they both went around the park lying about me and that I can never forgive.
So, yes, both of them have apologized but, no, it doesn't matter because the accusation should never have happened at all.
Saturday, September 30, 2017
Friday, September 29, 2017
I Watched Football
To be more accurate, I watched the pre-game (which lasted FOREVER) and the national anthem. It was a Packers/Bears game and I thought they were important enough to get the information I wanted. I wanted to see if they'd kneel and, if they did, what the fans' reaction would be.
So I suffered through ages of pre-game rambling which I understood none of, and checked out the stands to see how empty or full they were. Then I realized I had no comparison to go by. I don't like football probably because I don't understand it.
Anyway, the moment arrived and all the players and others joined together on the field with arms linked and they were standing. I absolutely loved the message here. It screamed that these people were united and moving ahead together. Whoever thought to do this deserves a medal because it was the absolutely best thing they could have done to bring back their fans. So much harm had been done by these entitled football players that it rocked the world of sports. Standing with linked arms was perfect!
I do have to say this with reservation, though. I'm sure the previously kneeling players were warned that their behaviour wouldn't be tolerated and they had better stand with arms linked. It's something like taking a whiny child and warning them to behave or else they'd be put in time out. Now, isn't that a nice analogy?
So I suffered through ages of pre-game rambling which I understood none of, and checked out the stands to see how empty or full they were. Then I realized I had no comparison to go by. I don't like football probably because I don't understand it.
Anyway, the moment arrived and all the players and others joined together on the field with arms linked and they were standing. I absolutely loved the message here. It screamed that these people were united and moving ahead together. Whoever thought to do this deserves a medal because it was the absolutely best thing they could have done to bring back their fans. So much harm had been done by these entitled football players that it rocked the world of sports. Standing with linked arms was perfect!
I do have to say this with reservation, though. I'm sure the previously kneeling players were warned that their behaviour wouldn't be tolerated and they had better stand with arms linked. It's something like taking a whiny child and warning them to behave or else they'd be put in time out. Now, isn't that a nice analogy?
Thursday, September 28, 2017
Faye, Joyce, and Me
Faye took a photo of Joyce and me from a horrible angle that made me look like I weigh 300 lbs. so I made her take another one from a different angle. That photo makes Joyce look much heavier than she is but she's still gorgeous.
Joyce has always been a beauty and now, at age 85, she still shines. This seemed to be a good day for her because she was almost like the old Joyce...and she remembered me. I'm so happy about that.
Wednesday, September 27, 2017
Death in the 3W Family
The people in our park in Florida are very much like family. I'm a snowbird so, when I'm at the park, I see the residents daily and that's more often than I see family and friends when I'm back home. Our friends in the park become even closer than friends, they become almost like family.
One of the nicest men was Don S. I don't like to print full names on the blog. Anyway, I met him and his wife one sunny day at the park just after I arrived for the winter. They were brand new to the park and taking a stroll to familiarize themselves with it. I wasn't able to turn the outside water tap on so I walked out to the road beside the trailer and just waited for someone to come along...I knew it wouldn't be long.
Don and Marge appeared within seconds and I asked Don if he would turn the tap on for me and he graciously did. I don't know if this is the way in all RV parks but our people go out of the way to help anyone in need. Don and Marge fit right in and became friends right away.
Don was only 68, same age as Dennis was when he passed away, and apparently died unexpectedly yesterday. I'm sure Marge is in terrible distress because they were a true team. About the only time you saw Don without Marge was when he was out walking their much loved puppies.
I would love to be able to tell her his quick passing was a blessing compared to Dennis' which lasted a whole year of suffering. I won't do that because she wouldn't understand or care. Only someone who has watched a loved one become ill and suffer for a long time before ultimately passing away would understand. All Marge feels right now is devastation and shock over her terrible loss. When a loved one suffers for a long time their family almost feels a sense of relief when they do pass but sudden death is completely different.
Don had the reputation of being a very kind and thoughtful man. Everyone liked him and he looked so darned healthy. My fondest memory of him will always be when he'd come walking along with his 2 puppies looking like he was enjoying the best time of his life. And maybe it was. I'm glad he got to enjoy even a bit of retirement just as Dennis did.
You never know how many moments you have left so enjoy as many as you can.
One of the nicest men was Don S. I don't like to print full names on the blog. Anyway, I met him and his wife one sunny day at the park just after I arrived for the winter. They were brand new to the park and taking a stroll to familiarize themselves with it. I wasn't able to turn the outside water tap on so I walked out to the road beside the trailer and just waited for someone to come along...I knew it wouldn't be long.
Don and Marge appeared within seconds and I asked Don if he would turn the tap on for me and he graciously did. I don't know if this is the way in all RV parks but our people go out of the way to help anyone in need. Don and Marge fit right in and became friends right away.
Don was only 68, same age as Dennis was when he passed away, and apparently died unexpectedly yesterday. I'm sure Marge is in terrible distress because they were a true team. About the only time you saw Don without Marge was when he was out walking their much loved puppies.
I would love to be able to tell her his quick passing was a blessing compared to Dennis' which lasted a whole year of suffering. I won't do that because she wouldn't understand or care. Only someone who has watched a loved one become ill and suffer for a long time before ultimately passing away would understand. All Marge feels right now is devastation and shock over her terrible loss. When a loved one suffers for a long time their family almost feels a sense of relief when they do pass but sudden death is completely different.
Don had the reputation of being a very kind and thoughtful man. Everyone liked him and he looked so darned healthy. My fondest memory of him will always be when he'd come walking along with his 2 puppies looking like he was enjoying the best time of his life. And maybe it was. I'm glad he got to enjoy even a bit of retirement just as Dennis did.
You never know how many moments you have left so enjoy as many as you can.
Tuesday, September 26, 2017
They're Nuts
I decided not to rant on Facebook for a while even though I had a lot of fun doing just that last week. The fun part was having dialogue with polite people!
Anyway, today I'm thinking about the people who see themselves as gender neutral and refer to themselves as "they" or "them" and not he or she. I think they're nuts! Honestly, I do believe these are just very uninteresting people who are looking for attention and really aren't expecting to change the world. That said, Canada will be allowing gender free I.D. cards now. I think the only thing this changes is that a mistake might be made when recognizing gender if the whacko is ever arrested and they might be put in with the wrong sex criminals. The bad side effect might be when these people have children and spread this garbage as more confusion for the children.
We have transgenders and transsexuals, and I'm not quite sure what else. These are people who feel different from their birth sex and live their lives as the opposite sex. It must be a difficult life for them. As hard as they are for me to understand, it's even harder for me to understand people who want to pretend that birth sex is of no meaning or importance. But it is, it's a part of our identity and the chromosomes we were born with have a great part in determining our personalities.
Being a man or a woman is just a basic identification, a starting point. In our society and probably all over the world, it's one of the things we notice first when we meet someone. How confusing to meet someone you can't even identify as male or female. Do these ambiguous genders cause the person to live lonely lives? Do they interfere with the person's ability to get a job? Do they prevent them from wanting or having children?
I only know that when I meet someone like that, it confuses me to a point where I back off a bit instead of moving forward to know them better. I'm honestly worried they're going to be nuts. Being a woman or a man is a glorious thing that should be celebrated, not hidden for some obscure reason.
I first thought this gender neutral came about because men do have an easier time in this world compared to women but that doesn't seem to be the case. It appears that it's a fad. If it's not, I don't care either way. Live and let live is the way to go but, if you do it because you're a bit nutty then you have to face the consequences and have regular people lose interest in you.
To go so far as to refuse to answer to he or she means to me that you're more than a bit nutty.
Update: I was grocery shopping yesterday and saw from the back a very tall person (well over 6' tall) wearing a tank top and short shorts. Their walking was a little off to be female but so what. I moved on with my shopping and almost ran into them face on in one of the aisles. No question it was a man wearing make-up and with boobs but not looking female one tiny bit. This seems to be the way with most trans people. I am so confused by them!
I'm assuming there will come a day in the future when people can choose the gender they wish to live by and no-one thinks anything of it. I'm guessing birth rate will fall.
Anyway, today I'm thinking about the people who see themselves as gender neutral and refer to themselves as "they" or "them" and not he or she. I think they're nuts! Honestly, I do believe these are just very uninteresting people who are looking for attention and really aren't expecting to change the world. That said, Canada will be allowing gender free I.D. cards now. I think the only thing this changes is that a mistake might be made when recognizing gender if the whacko is ever arrested and they might be put in with the wrong sex criminals. The bad side effect might be when these people have children and spread this garbage as more confusion for the children.
We have transgenders and transsexuals, and I'm not quite sure what else. These are people who feel different from their birth sex and live their lives as the opposite sex. It must be a difficult life for them. As hard as they are for me to understand, it's even harder for me to understand people who want to pretend that birth sex is of no meaning or importance. But it is, it's a part of our identity and the chromosomes we were born with have a great part in determining our personalities.
Being a man or a woman is just a basic identification, a starting point. In our society and probably all over the world, it's one of the things we notice first when we meet someone. How confusing to meet someone you can't even identify as male or female. Do these ambiguous genders cause the person to live lonely lives? Do they interfere with the person's ability to get a job? Do they prevent them from wanting or having children?
I only know that when I meet someone like that, it confuses me to a point where I back off a bit instead of moving forward to know them better. I'm honestly worried they're going to be nuts. Being a woman or a man is a glorious thing that should be celebrated, not hidden for some obscure reason.
I first thought this gender neutral came about because men do have an easier time in this world compared to women but that doesn't seem to be the case. It appears that it's a fad. If it's not, I don't care either way. Live and let live is the way to go but, if you do it because you're a bit nutty then you have to face the consequences and have regular people lose interest in you.
To go so far as to refuse to answer to he or she means to me that you're more than a bit nutty.
Update: I was grocery shopping yesterday and saw from the back a very tall person (well over 6' tall) wearing a tank top and short shorts. Their walking was a little off to be female but so what. I moved on with my shopping and almost ran into them face on in one of the aisles. No question it was a man wearing make-up and with boobs but not looking female one tiny bit. This seems to be the way with most trans people. I am so confused by them!
I'm assuming there will come a day in the future when people can choose the gender they wish to live by and no-one thinks anything of it. I'm guessing birth rate will fall.
Monday, September 25, 2017
Pink Eye and Neosporin
Even though the pink in the whites of my eyes was almost gone on day 2 of using Neosporin eye drops, my eyes are still itchy and watery so I know the infection is still there. Today is day 4 of the 10 day suggested treatment so I guess I have a way to go.
At least I look okay to go out in public so I'm off to the grocery store and maybe for fries!
At least I look okay to go out in public so I'm off to the grocery store and maybe for fries!
Sunday, September 24, 2017
Pink Eye and Marijuana Gum
I used the Polysporin eye drops for 2 days now and the pink eye has almost gone. I'll keep using it for at least 3-4 more days just to make sure it's gone for good.
I seem to be susceptible to pink eye because I've had it a few times in the last few years. I had it once when I was in Florida and went to a doctor who gave me a prescription for it...probably the same Polysporin I bought over the counter!
He was the ass who waddled his chubby little self out the door and shot back at me that I needed to lose weight! I'm glad I've reached the age where mean comments like that don't hurt me any more, just make me angry with the rude person. I never forget a mean remark and he'll be on my s--t list forever!
I read today that a marijuana gum might be put on the market for pain relief. How wonderful! It makes you wonder why the governments of many countries have vilified marijuana for so long and are only lately deciding to admit to it's good properties. Just think how many people have lost liberty, jobs, and reputations because they were caught by police with minute amounts of marijuana and were jailed. Our jails are so terribly overcrowded and the costs to maintain them are outrageous. Remove the recreational pot smokers and costs would plummet.
I don't smoke so I've wondered how I'd be able to take advantage of the healing effects of marijuana once it becomes legal so marijuana gum would suit me just fine.
I seem to be susceptible to pink eye because I've had it a few times in the last few years. I had it once when I was in Florida and went to a doctor who gave me a prescription for it...probably the same Polysporin I bought over the counter!
He was the ass who waddled his chubby little self out the door and shot back at me that I needed to lose weight! I'm glad I've reached the age where mean comments like that don't hurt me any more, just make me angry with the rude person. I never forget a mean remark and he'll be on my s--t list forever!
I read today that a marijuana gum might be put on the market for pain relief. How wonderful! It makes you wonder why the governments of many countries have vilified marijuana for so long and are only lately deciding to admit to it's good properties. Just think how many people have lost liberty, jobs, and reputations because they were caught by police with minute amounts of marijuana and were jailed. Our jails are so terribly overcrowded and the costs to maintain them are outrageous. Remove the recreational pot smokers and costs would plummet.
I don't smoke so I've wondered how I'd be able to take advantage of the healing effects of marijuana once it becomes legal so marijuana gum would suit me just fine.
Friday, September 22, 2017
Tired Of Bad News
I bet everyone is as tired of hearing bad news as I am. We've got such whackos in charge that we really don't have much of chance of seeing 2018. We have no control over them so I'm going to forget they exist and cocoon myself in a good little world.
I want to listen to a baby giggle. I want to watch the loving tenderness between parent and child. I want to see the kindness of one person to another. Those are the things worth living for. Everything else is flotsam and jetsam and aren't worthy of this beautiful lifetime we've been granted. When you've only been given an average of 72 years on earth, why spend one moment being evil?
When I was born there wasn't effective birth control or easily available abortion or I wouldn't even be here. I wonder how many nice people we've missed out on simply because those options are available today?
As a child, I knew we didn't have much money but didn't feel deprived by poverty. How can you feel poor if your home is clean and there are always excellent meals on the table? Our poverty was more apparent in the kind of places we had to live in...small but not in a very bad neighborhood.
I wasn't an angry child but I was a stubborn one and that either saved me or doomed me. Both, I guess. Being stubborn often means you define your own limits instead of allowing them to be defined by someone else.
I've had a roller coaster life but it's hasn't been horrible mainly because of the 3 daughters I gave birth to...if you have that much love, you are lucky in life!
If there's anything I've learned in my 77 years it's that we should be thankful for blessings and deal with our demons the best we can. Sometimes you are lucky enough to end up with few or no demons and lots of love.
I want to listen to a baby giggle. I want to watch the loving tenderness between parent and child. I want to see the kindness of one person to another. Those are the things worth living for. Everything else is flotsam and jetsam and aren't worthy of this beautiful lifetime we've been granted. When you've only been given an average of 72 years on earth, why spend one moment being evil?
When I was born there wasn't effective birth control or easily available abortion or I wouldn't even be here. I wonder how many nice people we've missed out on simply because those options are available today?
As a child, I knew we didn't have much money but didn't feel deprived by poverty. How can you feel poor if your home is clean and there are always excellent meals on the table? Our poverty was more apparent in the kind of places we had to live in...small but not in a very bad neighborhood.
I wasn't an angry child but I was a stubborn one and that either saved me or doomed me. Both, I guess. Being stubborn often means you define your own limits instead of allowing them to be defined by someone else.
I've had a roller coaster life but it's hasn't been horrible mainly because of the 3 daughters I gave birth to...if you have that much love, you are lucky in life!
If there's anything I've learned in my 77 years it's that we should be thankful for blessings and deal with our demons the best we can. Sometimes you are lucky enough to end up with few or no demons and lots of love.
Thursday, September 21, 2017
Porn Movie Theater
I was thinking the other day how many times in my life I went along with an event I didn't want to have anything to do with. I did it to appease another person even though my own conscience or ethics screamed against it. This was the case when Mary and I allowed our husbands to take us to a porn movie theater in Florida many, many years ago. The memory has never failed to make me cringe.
There is no disgrace for people to like porn as long as it involves consenting adults. I just find it icky and it makes me very uncomfortable so I don't watch it. Everyone to their own choices. Dennis and Wayne decided we should go to this theater (I always wondered how they knew about it) when we took a vacation in Florida. My cringe factor set in just walking toward the building but in I went. There was a person taking money for us to enter but a black curtain covered the doorway...I guess so that no-one could get a peek at the film without paying first. Big cringe factor now!!
We stepped through the curtain and my eyes were assaulted by just awful stuff on the screen. To make matters much, much worse, Mary and I were the only women in the theater!!!! I honestly was horrified at what I'd let myself in for and getting pretty angry at my husband but I kept my mouth shut and we all settled into seats...OMG, I never thought till now about those damn seats!!!
I'm a people watcher so, instead of watching the movie, which had begun to be boring with it's repetition and poor acting, I started watching the other patrons. Almost every single one was there by himself...very sad when you think about it. Then I spotted a steady line of movement along one wall and noticed the men in the line were all headed to the bathroom. I would have burst my bladder before using any bathroom in that theater! The bathroom lineup continued through the whole movie and I remember just wanting out of that place.
We didn't stay long, probably because of me and Mary, but I always held a little grudge against our husbands for subjecting us to that place. Old, bad memory!
There is no disgrace for people to like porn as long as it involves consenting adults. I just find it icky and it makes me very uncomfortable so I don't watch it. Everyone to their own choices. Dennis and Wayne decided we should go to this theater (I always wondered how they knew about it) when we took a vacation in Florida. My cringe factor set in just walking toward the building but in I went. There was a person taking money for us to enter but a black curtain covered the doorway...I guess so that no-one could get a peek at the film without paying first. Big cringe factor now!!
We stepped through the curtain and my eyes were assaulted by just awful stuff on the screen. To make matters much, much worse, Mary and I were the only women in the theater!!!! I honestly was horrified at what I'd let myself in for and getting pretty angry at my husband but I kept my mouth shut and we all settled into seats...OMG, I never thought till now about those damn seats!!!
I'm a people watcher so, instead of watching the movie, which had begun to be boring with it's repetition and poor acting, I started watching the other patrons. Almost every single one was there by himself...very sad when you think about it. Then I spotted a steady line of movement along one wall and noticed the men in the line were all headed to the bathroom. I would have burst my bladder before using any bathroom in that theater! The bathroom lineup continued through the whole movie and I remember just wanting out of that place.
We didn't stay long, probably because of me and Mary, but I always held a little grudge against our husbands for subjecting us to that place. Old, bad memory!
Pink Eye
I have pink eye again. I don't think I ever had it when I was younger but I think this is the third time in maybe 5-6 years. Wonder why?? Anyway, it kept me from hugging Kim, Cindy, and Aeron last night and also kept me from a much anticipated visit from Irene's daughter, Brenda, and her precious little granddaughter. I feel like a pariah and look like an alcoholic with my red eyes!
I have eye drops that I've been using but Cindy told me to get some Neosporan eye drops so I'll do that today. Pink eye is quite infectious but usually doesn't need a doctor visit. I'm just not sure how long it takes to heal.
So today I'll go out to get the eye drops and then spend the rest of the day working on Christmas table runners. What a stressful life. LOL!
I have eye drops that I've been using but Cindy told me to get some Neosporan eye drops so I'll do that today. Pink eye is quite infectious but usually doesn't need a doctor visit. I'm just not sure how long it takes to heal.
So today I'll go out to get the eye drops and then spend the rest of the day working on Christmas table runners. What a stressful life. LOL!
Wednesday, September 20, 2017
Printers and Gadgets
I hate gadgets that magically work and then one day stop working. I figure that, if they work once, they should work forever. I bought a new printer this year and it amazed me that I was able to set it up mostly all by myself. I had no idea what I was doing but tried to follow the instructions. I failed at first so I phoned the help line and got a very nice and patient tech to assist me. I believe they must be trained not to laugh when people like me call for help.
Well, it doesn't matter now because we got the printer set up and working. It stopped working today. Because it left a couple of blotches of ink on the pages it refused to print, I'm thinking it might have something to do with the ink thingamajig but I'm going to be gone all winter so I don't want to buy another ink thingamajig right now. I hope I remember in the Spring what I now think is wrong with this printer.
Sigh!
Well, it doesn't matter now because we got the printer set up and working. It stopped working today. Because it left a couple of blotches of ink on the pages it refused to print, I'm thinking it might have something to do with the ink thingamajig but I'm going to be gone all winter so I don't want to buy another ink thingamajig right now. I hope I remember in the Spring what I now think is wrong with this printer.
Sigh!
Tuesday, September 19, 2017
Loneliness
I don't know if I'm just lucky or too stupid to see the truth but I'm honestly never lonely. Of course I have a wonderful family close by and that makes a big difference in a person's life.
One of my friends had a bad day yesterday and it struck her hard that she kind of lives far away from family and friends. She lost her husband not too long ago and, even though she's a busy lady, she suddenly felt the burden of loneliness. This sort of feeling strikes most of us once in a while and isn't something to worry about unless it persists.
My friend is truly a wonderful lady, so bubbly and kind, that no-one would ever know she'd had a rough day except she posted it on Facebook. I'm glad she did because she got a lot of loving responses which must have raised her spirits.
I once met a lady who happened to be a widow and who had given up on life the day her husband died. She was utterly miserable and lonely but preferred to wallow in her misery instead of stepping out and at least being around people. There is nothing in your life that can be improved if you don't take steps to do it yourself. I know my friend is not like this lady so I have high hopes that her bad day will either be her last or at least one of few. The attitude is everything. You make your own choices.
Maybe I'm never lonely because I'm kind of lazy. I putter on the computer in the morning, have an early lunch, do some Swedish weaving, and usually have a nap. My life isn't exciting but I don't need it to be. There are many little blips of fun and excitement and that's enough for me. What is very important to me is to be around people...not every day but regularly. When I'm at the park in Florida, I revel in the busy, friendly atmosphere of seeing and being with nice people every day. But I think all that togetherness would wear thin if I didn't have my quieter life at home in the summer.
I suggested to the lady who was miserably lonely that she should go over to the senior center even for lunch or one of the classes. If you take a class they always pause for a coffee break and everyone sits together and yaks. My lady wasn't interested but I still think it's a great way to get out and around nice people for a few hours.
I'm not too worried about my friend, though, because she really is a busy, fun lady who has no difficulty making friends. She just doesn't recognize how special she is.
One of my friends had a bad day yesterday and it struck her hard that she kind of lives far away from family and friends. She lost her husband not too long ago and, even though she's a busy lady, she suddenly felt the burden of loneliness. This sort of feeling strikes most of us once in a while and isn't something to worry about unless it persists.
My friend is truly a wonderful lady, so bubbly and kind, that no-one would ever know she'd had a rough day except she posted it on Facebook. I'm glad she did because she got a lot of loving responses which must have raised her spirits.
I once met a lady who happened to be a widow and who had given up on life the day her husband died. She was utterly miserable and lonely but preferred to wallow in her misery instead of stepping out and at least being around people. There is nothing in your life that can be improved if you don't take steps to do it yourself. I know my friend is not like this lady so I have high hopes that her bad day will either be her last or at least one of few. The attitude is everything. You make your own choices.
Maybe I'm never lonely because I'm kind of lazy. I putter on the computer in the morning, have an early lunch, do some Swedish weaving, and usually have a nap. My life isn't exciting but I don't need it to be. There are many little blips of fun and excitement and that's enough for me. What is very important to me is to be around people...not every day but regularly. When I'm at the park in Florida, I revel in the busy, friendly atmosphere of seeing and being with nice people every day. But I think all that togetherness would wear thin if I didn't have my quieter life at home in the summer.
I suggested to the lady who was miserably lonely that she should go over to the senior center even for lunch or one of the classes. If you take a class they always pause for a coffee break and everyone sits together and yaks. My lady wasn't interested but I still think it's a great way to get out and around nice people for a few hours.
I'm not too worried about my friend, though, because she really is a busy, fun lady who has no difficulty making friends. She just doesn't recognize how special she is.
Monday, September 18, 2017
A Mouse In The House
I just read a terrifying account of a lady who thought she had a mouse in the house. Well, I definitely did and here's the story.
I was sitting at my computer probably playing games because I think it was before I was on Facebook. It was a quiet day as I remember when I spotted movement to the left of me and saw, to my horror, a mouse come strolling up and over the files I had there. To say I moved quickly and away while screaming bloody murder really doesn't paint the true picture. I am deathly afraid of snakes and rodents and some bugs.
Now, I'm a widow so there was no-one for me to turn to for help and the mouse was on the move. I didn't want to lose sight of it but I didn't want to get close to it so I pretty much danced around screaming and trying to think what to do. I spotted the Raid I used to kill centipedes (the usual bane of my existence at the time) and started spraying the mouse. I don't give one hoot if that sounds cruel. I was petrified!
For some reason the mouse wasn't running wildly about but sort of slowly. I continued to spray and he finally lay still. I didn't know if he was dead or resting and knew I had to cover him with something to keep him from running off. I ran into the kitchen and grabbed a colander I knew I could throw out after the event and covered him with it. Fearing he could still escape from under the colander I grabbed a piece of my treasured heavy art glass and laid it on top of the colander.
Phewww! Safe for the moment, anyway. I hurried to the phone and called the bug man who sprayed my house every year because of the damned centipedes and asked him if he could come and remove the mouse. He said it probably had not arrived in my house alone so he'd bring some traps, too.
I couldn't stand to be in the same room or even house as a mouse, dead or alive, so I went outside and sat at the end of the driveway waiting for the bug man to arrive. He had a smirk on his face when he came but he went inside the house and did what he had to do.
It cost me something like $160. Expensive for a mouse but at least I never saw another one.
I was sitting at my computer probably playing games because I think it was before I was on Facebook. It was a quiet day as I remember when I spotted movement to the left of me and saw, to my horror, a mouse come strolling up and over the files I had there. To say I moved quickly and away while screaming bloody murder really doesn't paint the true picture. I am deathly afraid of snakes and rodents and some bugs.
Now, I'm a widow so there was no-one for me to turn to for help and the mouse was on the move. I didn't want to lose sight of it but I didn't want to get close to it so I pretty much danced around screaming and trying to think what to do. I spotted the Raid I used to kill centipedes (the usual bane of my existence at the time) and started spraying the mouse. I don't give one hoot if that sounds cruel. I was petrified!
For some reason the mouse wasn't running wildly about but sort of slowly. I continued to spray and he finally lay still. I didn't know if he was dead or resting and knew I had to cover him with something to keep him from running off. I ran into the kitchen and grabbed a colander I knew I could throw out after the event and covered him with it. Fearing he could still escape from under the colander I grabbed a piece of my treasured heavy art glass and laid it on top of the colander.
Phewww! Safe for the moment, anyway. I hurried to the phone and called the bug man who sprayed my house every year because of the damned centipedes and asked him if he could come and remove the mouse. He said it probably had not arrived in my house alone so he'd bring some traps, too.
I couldn't stand to be in the same room or even house as a mouse, dead or alive, so I went outside and sat at the end of the driveway waiting for the bug man to arrive. He had a smirk on his face when he came but he went inside the house and did what he had to do.
It cost me something like $160. Expensive for a mouse but at least I never saw another one.
Old Hurts Still Hurt
I tried to tell Kim about a conversation I had with Mary and Don about "old hurts" and how much they still hurt when remembered. She has no concept of that and just figures you should get over it and move on. I always thought she was sensitive!
Anyway, Don, who is a crusty 82 year old who has been around the block many times and held his own was telling us about an incident when he was in his teens. His brother and friends planned on going to the beach but they had a flat tire. Don (younger brother) asked if he could go with them and then helped change the tire. His brother and friends hopped in the car and left without him and he never forgave his brother for that. He sounded angry but look so hurt at the 60+ year memory that it got me thinking how hurts like that remain in our subconscious long after they happen. At least to some people, maybe not Kim but I really don't believe that. She's a sop!
I still have memories of old hurts that were so horrible they cut me like a knife even today. Not for long, though, because they are long past and dwelling on them isn't good for you. Sometimes it's only a word spoken that won't go away and remembering takes you right back to the moment it was said and your body remembers and reacts the way it did then.
It works the same with good memories, though, and that's where my mind tries to dwell these days. Remembering the hurtful times doesn't make them never happen, it only makes you sad.
Anyway, Don, who is a crusty 82 year old who has been around the block many times and held his own was telling us about an incident when he was in his teens. His brother and friends planned on going to the beach but they had a flat tire. Don (younger brother) asked if he could go with them and then helped change the tire. His brother and friends hopped in the car and left without him and he never forgave his brother for that. He sounded angry but look so hurt at the 60+ year memory that it got me thinking how hurts like that remain in our subconscious long after they happen. At least to some people, maybe not Kim but I really don't believe that. She's a sop!
I still have memories of old hurts that were so horrible they cut me like a knife even today. Not for long, though, because they are long past and dwelling on them isn't good for you. Sometimes it's only a word spoken that won't go away and remembering takes you right back to the moment it was said and your body remembers and reacts the way it did then.
It works the same with good memories, though, and that's where my mind tries to dwell these days. Remembering the hurtful times doesn't make them never happen, it only makes you sad.
Sunday, September 17, 2017
I Tolerate
Mid September weather in Canada (southern Ontario for me) has all my life been a fairly warm and beautiful time of the year. Someone, somewhere, somehow made it law for apartment buildings to turn on the heat September 15th even though the temperatures have been in the 80's the past few days. It was so uncomfortable in the apartment yesterday that I had to turn the air conditioning on to combat the furnace heat. Talk about waste!
A couple of years ago the superintendent put in a new thermostat for me because we are supposed to be able to control the heat in our apartments but it has never worked. I leave it turned off and the heat keeps coming. Even in mid winter I found it too warm in the apartment and usually had the bedroom windows wide open. This is mainly a senior building so maybe they think we all are susceptible to the cold but some of us don't like too much heat.
Anyway, I'll just have to tolerate it because there's nothing I can do about it.
A couple of years ago the superintendent put in a new thermostat for me because we are supposed to be able to control the heat in our apartments but it has never worked. I leave it turned off and the heat keeps coming. Even in mid winter I found it too warm in the apartment and usually had the bedroom windows wide open. This is mainly a senior building so maybe they think we all are susceptible to the cold but some of us don't like too much heat.
Anyway, I'll just have to tolerate it because there's nothing I can do about it.
Tuesday, September 12, 2017
The Good and the Bad
While most people are looking out to help anyone who needs it after the storm, there's always the few low lifes who crawl out of the woodwork and start looting. They have no morals so they probably can't help themselves. It's really shocking to see the difference between the kind of people who will go out of their way and endanger themselves to help and the kind of people who have no qualms about taking advantage of a bad situation by stealing. It's almost like they're a different species of human beings.
The fact that I don't know anyone who would loot and steal must mean that they are a tiny little minority in our world and that is such a good thing.
I don't know if it's sexist to point out that the vast majority of heroes during the hurricane were men. I'm sure a few women were in the mix, too, but there is something in the psyche of males that pushes them to take charge during an emergency.
I'm thrilled that my tin can trailer survived the storm but sad that some of my neighbors' didn't. When you're a snowbird with a damaged trailer in Florida, the very fact that you aren't there to see to repairs immediately means that there will be further damage from the weather that might make the trailer uninhabitable. We are all aware of that but live in the hope that we'll be the lucky ones. I was...this time.
Shelley and John haven't returned to their house in Tampa yet so we don't know if it suffered any damage. I thought it was cute that Nicole made a trip into Orlando to pick up her unfinished wedding dress and took it home where she felt it was safer during the storm.
Everyone will manage somehow. Most will repair and carry on but some will have to find new homes. Unfortunately, there were also a few fatalities and they've gone to their final reward.
The southern states are a beautiful place to live because of the weather but, because of the weather, they have their faults, too. I prefer the seasons we have in Canada but could do without the winter months. This year I'll spend them in Florida but one year soon I won't be able to do that.
We do what we can.
The fact that I don't know anyone who would loot and steal must mean that they are a tiny little minority in our world and that is such a good thing.
I don't know if it's sexist to point out that the vast majority of heroes during the hurricane were men. I'm sure a few women were in the mix, too, but there is something in the psyche of males that pushes them to take charge during an emergency.
I'm thrilled that my tin can trailer survived the storm but sad that some of my neighbors' didn't. When you're a snowbird with a damaged trailer in Florida, the very fact that you aren't there to see to repairs immediately means that there will be further damage from the weather that might make the trailer uninhabitable. We are all aware of that but live in the hope that we'll be the lucky ones. I was...this time.
Shelley and John haven't returned to their house in Tampa yet so we don't know if it suffered any damage. I thought it was cute that Nicole made a trip into Orlando to pick up her unfinished wedding dress and took it home where she felt it was safer during the storm.
Everyone will manage somehow. Most will repair and carry on but some will have to find new homes. Unfortunately, there were also a few fatalities and they've gone to their final reward.
The southern states are a beautiful place to live because of the weather but, because of the weather, they have their faults, too. I prefer the seasons we have in Canada but could do without the winter months. This year I'll spend them in Florida but one year soon I won't be able to do that.
We do what we can.
Monday, September 11, 2017
My Trailer Survived
Hurricanes cause damage and that's a fact. There is no human way to prevent them from coming or directing their path. They do as they please. As in most disasters, the good in most people rise quickly to the top to take care of their fellow man/woman. It's a beautiful thing to see amidst the worry and destruction that the good people will always be in the majority with only a few bad people taking advantage of the bad situation to loot. We shouldn't give them a thought because there will be so few of them. Just toss them in jail and forget about them!
I worried terribly about the people who stayed in my park despite the storm. We only have trailers there, some sturdier than others, but trailers are a dangerous place to be in a hurricane. Thankfully, no-one was hurt.
One of the hardy even drove through the park this morning taking video of every trailer and posting their videos on Facebook. What a thoughtful thing to do! Most of the trailers look perfect but there was a bit of damage to some. I hope the park staff covers up any broken windows because rain inside the trailers will cause mold very quickly.
My trailer looked just fine with no roofing or siding pulled off as far as I could tell. I have a bug man who sprays regularly so I'll call him to make a special trip to check inside for leaks. I've tried calling him already but no calls are getting through. I'm assuming that even cell phone towers are down.
It warms the heart to see how the people who stayed in the park during the storm have made it a point to check on their neighbors and their neighbor's trailers. Our park is like a little village with so many good people who take care of each other. When Dennis passed away he wanted me to sell the trailer because he didn't think I could manage there on my own. He'd forgotten how the people there go out of their way to help anyone in need. I never hesitated in going back there by myself.
I wonder how much press coverage will be given to all the truly wonderful people who helped out during the storm? We've already seen on the news how a scant few chose to take advantage of the storm and loot homes and businesses. There will always be scum like that. But there will also always be the vast majority of people who choose to help wherever they're needed.
Watching the path of Hurricane Irma means we also saw a goodly supply of heroes, too. Funny, but there were no armies of protesters showing up to help their fellow man/woman. The protesters need good weather, I guess.
I worried terribly about the people who stayed in my park despite the storm. We only have trailers there, some sturdier than others, but trailers are a dangerous place to be in a hurricane. Thankfully, no-one was hurt.
One of the hardy even drove through the park this morning taking video of every trailer and posting their videos on Facebook. What a thoughtful thing to do! Most of the trailers look perfect but there was a bit of damage to some. I hope the park staff covers up any broken windows because rain inside the trailers will cause mold very quickly.
My trailer looked just fine with no roofing or siding pulled off as far as I could tell. I have a bug man who sprays regularly so I'll call him to make a special trip to check inside for leaks. I've tried calling him already but no calls are getting through. I'm assuming that even cell phone towers are down.
It warms the heart to see how the people who stayed in the park during the storm have made it a point to check on their neighbors and their neighbor's trailers. Our park is like a little village with so many good people who take care of each other. When Dennis passed away he wanted me to sell the trailer because he didn't think I could manage there on my own. He'd forgotten how the people there go out of their way to help anyone in need. I never hesitated in going back there by myself.
I wonder how much press coverage will be given to all the truly wonderful people who helped out during the storm? We've already seen on the news how a scant few chose to take advantage of the storm and loot homes and businesses. There will always be scum like that. But there will also always be the vast majority of people who choose to help wherever they're needed.
Watching the path of Hurricane Irma means we also saw a goodly supply of heroes, too. Funny, but there were no armies of protesters showing up to help their fellow man/woman. The protesters need good weather, I guess.
Saturday, September 09, 2017
Hurricane Path
Knowing people who have homes or lives to lose as this massive hurricane comes through means I can't just watch it and be impressed with the power of mother nature.
As of now, my family is safely (I hope) ensconced in Georgia and mostly out of Hurricane Irma's way but they'll still get wind and rain when it hits the panhandle. My friends who chose to stay at the park are another matter but maybe luck will be with them. It's been interesting to see how the hurricane's path is never 100% predictable and it now looks as though it will be mainly on the west side of Florida. That's better news for my friends at the park but Shelley and John's house is in Tampa. I hate to think of that beautiful house suffering damage...flood damage and possibly the loss of the pool screen covering is probably high on the list right now.
But hopefully all lives will be saved and that is what matters most. Possessions can be repaired but lives lost are lost for good. The next best storm path would be if it slides further west into the center of the Gulf but that means a bad hit for states on the Gulf. I guess we have to let nature take it's course and hope for the best.
As of now, my family is safely (I hope) ensconced in Georgia and mostly out of Hurricane Irma's way but they'll still get wind and rain when it hits the panhandle. My friends who chose to stay at the park are another matter but maybe luck will be with them. It's been interesting to see how the hurricane's path is never 100% predictable and it now looks as though it will be mainly on the west side of Florida. That's better news for my friends at the park but Shelley and John's house is in Tampa. I hate to think of that beautiful house suffering damage...flood damage and possibly the loss of the pool screen covering is probably high on the list right now.
But hopefully all lives will be saved and that is what matters most. Possessions can be repaired but lives lost are lost for good. The next best storm path would be if it slides further west into the center of the Gulf but that means a bad hit for states on the Gulf. I guess we have to let nature take it's course and hope for the best.
Friday, September 08, 2017
Hurricane and Pets
Two of my friends (that I know of) are going to sit the hurricane out in their trailer because the shelters won't accept pets without their veterinarian papers to prove they've had their shots. I feel sick and helpless. I understand why they're doing this but I'm terrified for them.
If it were me I would never leave my pet behind but I would get in the car and drive north and into safety. If I couldn't find a motel that would take my pets, I'd sleep in the car with them. I can't stand the thought of these people hunkering down in a little tin can with a hurricane blasting around them. I don't know what to do.
We love our pets the way we love our families so it's understandable that people won't leave their pets to suffer through the hurricane by themselves. But why don't they just drive north until they're all safe?
Another couple is waiting to hear of an opening at a shelter. I can't stand it. They should also be driving north until they're out of danger. I've begged them to leave and will worry until I know they're okay.
I'm going to need a lot of drugs to sleep tonight.
If it were me I would never leave my pet behind but I would get in the car and drive north and into safety. If I couldn't find a motel that would take my pets, I'd sleep in the car with them. I can't stand the thought of these people hunkering down in a little tin can with a hurricane blasting around them. I don't know what to do.
We love our pets the way we love our families so it's understandable that people won't leave their pets to suffer through the hurricane by themselves. But why don't they just drive north until they're all safe?
Another couple is waiting to hear of an opening at a shelter. I can't stand it. They should also be driving north until they're out of danger. I've begged them to leave and will worry until I know they're okay.
I'm going to need a lot of drugs to sleep tonight.
My Buddha Doodle
Last year I went a little crazy about getting photos of flowers off the internet and taking them to Costco to have plaqued. My apartment walls are full of beautiful and colorful pictures of these flowers now and they really do uplift my spirits when I look at them. The Buddha Doodle was ordered as a poster which I then had plaqued and it is also a pleasure for me to see on the wall.
I really do get a lot of pleasure from pretty things like flowers and pretty glass. I don't need an expensive antique to make me happy, just a pretty little doodad.
This sweet little plaque hangs in the bathroom and I had to remove a flower plaque for it. I'm not out of wall space but there is definitely a lack of it now. Oh well, whatever makes you happy, right?
Thursday, September 07, 2017
Sometimes Selfish Priorities
Hurricane Irma is bound to do a lot of damage to Florida no matter which path it takes. The worst case scenario is if it hits Miami and continues straight up the state. I fear there wouldn't be much left if that were to happen.
When I first heard about Hurricane Irma, my first thought was for the safety of Shelley, John, Jake, Nicole, and Sam. My personal priorities start right there! After being assured that they had everything under control and had planned well, my next thought went to my little trailer in Davenport and the fear that there was little chance of it surviving this massive and powerful storm. I'm not proud that my trailer came second on my list of priorities but it is what it is.
But right on the heels of worrying about the trailer came the thought of all the other trailers in Florida and the year round residents in them. Some have no car or resources to allow them to evacuate. I'm very worried about them. I'm also worried about the aftermath of the storm and the loss of power, air conditioning, and access to clean water. In the very best scenario the storm will veer east and out to sea but the winds are far reaching and will still cause considerable damage to Florida.
My family will be safe but my concern now is with those year round residents. I'm so hoping that this will all end well.
When I first heard about Hurricane Irma, my first thought was for the safety of Shelley, John, Jake, Nicole, and Sam. My personal priorities start right there! After being assured that they had everything under control and had planned well, my next thought went to my little trailer in Davenport and the fear that there was little chance of it surviving this massive and powerful storm. I'm not proud that my trailer came second on my list of priorities but it is what it is.
But right on the heels of worrying about the trailer came the thought of all the other trailers in Florida and the year round residents in them. Some have no car or resources to allow them to evacuate. I'm very worried about them. I'm also worried about the aftermath of the storm and the loss of power, air conditioning, and access to clean water. In the very best scenario the storm will veer east and out to sea but the winds are far reaching and will still cause considerable damage to Florida.
My family will be safe but my concern now is with those year round residents. I'm so hoping that this will all end well.
Wednesday, September 06, 2017
Donna Fell
Donna is always a very neat and well put together lady so when she showed up for our Swedish weaving Tuesday get-together with 2 black eyes and a swollen and bandaged nose I was shocked. I jokingly asked her if Frank had finally snapped but half way thought she might have gotten the bruising from some medical procedure. She hadn't. She'd taken a really nasty fall on her way to the doctor's office.
Donna explained how she'd had a choice of taking a few extra steps to approach the medical building safely or to take a chance and walk up a little dirt path so she, like I do every time, chose the dirt path which also happens to be on a slight incline. Our balance is not perfect as we age and Donna took one little wobble too far and flipped off her feet and right down on her face. I can only imagine her embarrassment which was probably worse than the pain she felt. Luckily a lady driving by saw what happened and stopped to help her.
This lady was an angel, helping Donna up and even going into the doctor's office with her. She even went back to where Frank would be picking Donna up and told him what happened. Some people just amaze me with their kindness.
So Donna looks like hell but thankfully never broke anything. We seniors have a terrible fear of falling and breaking a hip or knee which would be devastating for us and whoever takes care of us. Donna has a better appreciation of Frank right now!
I'm on my own so my daughters already know they'll be stuck looking after me if or when I take a fall or serious illness. We're all hoping I'll go to my reward quickly and painlessly.
Donna explained how she'd had a choice of taking a few extra steps to approach the medical building safely or to take a chance and walk up a little dirt path so she, like I do every time, chose the dirt path which also happens to be on a slight incline. Our balance is not perfect as we age and Donna took one little wobble too far and flipped off her feet and right down on her face. I can only imagine her embarrassment which was probably worse than the pain she felt. Luckily a lady driving by saw what happened and stopped to help her.
This lady was an angel, helping Donna up and even going into the doctor's office with her. She even went back to where Frank would be picking Donna up and told him what happened. Some people just amaze me with their kindness.
So Donna looks like hell but thankfully never broke anything. We seniors have a terrible fear of falling and breaking a hip or knee which would be devastating for us and whoever takes care of us. Donna has a better appreciation of Frank right now!
I'm on my own so my daughters already know they'll be stuck looking after me if or when I take a fall or serious illness. We're all hoping I'll go to my reward quickly and painlessly.
Tuesday, September 05, 2017
I Can Feel You Worrying
I have 3 daughters and one I know for sure is a sensitive like me. That doesn't mean she and I are alike in personality...she's more like her father...but she is open minded to accepting the senses we least understand.
Shelley lives in Florida and Hurricane Irma is a wicked strong hurricane that is set to possibly engulf it by the weekend. Right now the track looks like it will go right up the middle of poor little Florida and the damage would be horrendous. Also, my trailer sits dead center.
I was up extra early this morning and worrying about her safety but it was much too early to call her so I played on the computer and bided my time. The phone rang about 8:30 and it was Shelley. She said she felt me worrying about her and knew she had to call. Now, either it was her sixth sense or she just knows what a worrier her Momma is. Either way, I love that she cared.
She and John have their plans made according to what direction the hurricane takes. If it comes up the gulf they'll drive up and get Jake and then head to safety, probably northeast. If it hits on the Atlantic side, they'll probably go to their house in Georgia. If it comes straight up the middle, I'm assuming they'll just drive inland as far as they need to go.
In any case, they are pros at this and won't take chances like waiting too long to evacuate. I'll be watching, waiting, and worrying.
Shelley lives in Florida and Hurricane Irma is a wicked strong hurricane that is set to possibly engulf it by the weekend. Right now the track looks like it will go right up the middle of poor little Florida and the damage would be horrendous. Also, my trailer sits dead center.
I was up extra early this morning and worrying about her safety but it was much too early to call her so I played on the computer and bided my time. The phone rang about 8:30 and it was Shelley. She said she felt me worrying about her and knew she had to call. Now, either it was her sixth sense or she just knows what a worrier her Momma is. Either way, I love that she cared.
She and John have their plans made according to what direction the hurricane takes. If it comes up the gulf they'll drive up and get Jake and then head to safety, probably northeast. If it hits on the Atlantic side, they'll probably go to their house in Georgia. If it comes straight up the middle, I'm assuming they'll just drive inland as far as they need to go.
In any case, they are pros at this and won't take chances like waiting too long to evacuate. I'll be watching, waiting, and worrying.
Sunday, September 03, 2017
Love
I'm a romantic who believes that the right person for you will one day walk around the corner from nowhere and you will fall in love at first sight. It didn't happen that way to me but I still believe in it.
I wasn't impressed with Dennis the first time I laid eyes on him because he happened to be drunk. How was I to know that he rarely drank at all?? Then his brother, who I'd known for a while, asked me out on a Good Friday hike. I agreed to go if my girlfriend, Eleanor, could also go.
Dennis somehow arranged that I'd be sitting next to him in the car and I thought he was pretty cute...quiet and gentle was my first impression (actually second impression because the first time I saw him he was quiet, gentle, and drunk).
I spent most of the hike with Dennis without a thought to his brother and that might seem cold but I was 15 years old and girls that age don't usually consider the feelings of boys. For the next few days, Dennis and his friend, Bill, started hanging out with me and Eleanor and, because Dennis was so quiet, I wasn't sure which one of us he liked. It turned out to be me and I fell in love with the intensity of a 15 year old.
Looking back, I understand why teens get into so much trouble because their feelings are so intense. They haven't the maturity to modulate those feelings so they jump into them full bore.
I remember dozens of things I didn't like about Dennis but, in my immaturity, I believed I could change him to be what I preferred. Of course that didn't happen but how was I to know?
Love is a strange and beautiful thing and guides the human race more than any other emotion.
I wasn't impressed with Dennis the first time I laid eyes on him because he happened to be drunk. How was I to know that he rarely drank at all?? Then his brother, who I'd known for a while, asked me out on a Good Friday hike. I agreed to go if my girlfriend, Eleanor, could also go.
Dennis somehow arranged that I'd be sitting next to him in the car and I thought he was pretty cute...quiet and gentle was my first impression (actually second impression because the first time I saw him he was quiet, gentle, and drunk).
I spent most of the hike with Dennis without a thought to his brother and that might seem cold but I was 15 years old and girls that age don't usually consider the feelings of boys. For the next few days, Dennis and his friend, Bill, started hanging out with me and Eleanor and, because Dennis was so quiet, I wasn't sure which one of us he liked. It turned out to be me and I fell in love with the intensity of a 15 year old.
Looking back, I understand why teens get into so much trouble because their feelings are so intense. They haven't the maturity to modulate those feelings so they jump into them full bore.
I remember dozens of things I didn't like about Dennis but, in my immaturity, I believed I could change him to be what I preferred. Of course that didn't happen but how was I to know?
Love is a strange and beautiful thing and guides the human race more than any other emotion.
Saturday, September 02, 2017
Cell Phone Evidence
Cell phone or video camera evidence is everywhere these days and few people can get away with lying or committing crimes. Something that worries me, though, is how so much video cam footage is too blurry to make out. I'm wondering why?
I am a peaceful, lawful old gal so I don't care how many cameras are on me while I go about my daily life. On the other hand, those same tools can be misused by our government agencies. They seem to be acquiring a little too much control over the citizens and that might not be such a good thing. I guess future generations might find all these cameras an assault on their freedoms.
I am a peaceful, lawful old gal so I don't care how many cameras are on me while I go about my daily life. On the other hand, those same tools can be misused by our government agencies. They seem to be acquiring a little too much control over the citizens and that might not be such a good thing. I guess future generations might find all these cameras an assault on their freedoms.
Friday, September 01, 2017
Foreign Curse Words
How many of us can't speak a foreign language but we do know a few curse words in some? I wonder why that is?? I was in a little store yesterday and overheard an old guy asking the young salesman if he knew what fung... (Italian for f..k) meant. There were only the 3 of us in the store and the salesman cautioned the old man to be careful what he said. The old guy replied that no-one knew what that word meant.
I said, "I do".
You could have knocked that old man over with a feather and he couldn't apologize to me enough. Then he assumed I spoke Italian and began talking to me in Italian. I stopped him, saying I spoke only English but had learned that word when I was in my teens.
I remember a bunch of my girlfriends hanging out with some good looking Italian boys back in the mid 1950's. They were recent immigrants and laughed themselves silly as they taught us some Italian swear words. While we never would have said those words out loud in those days, we thought it hilarious to speak them out loud in Italian. Somehow it wasn't really like swearing.
I never thought then that knowing a few swear words in Italian would give me such a good laugh 60+ years in the future.
I said, "I do".
You could have knocked that old man over with a feather and he couldn't apologize to me enough. Then he assumed I spoke Italian and began talking to me in Italian. I stopped him, saying I spoke only English but had learned that word when I was in my teens.
I remember a bunch of my girlfriends hanging out with some good looking Italian boys back in the mid 1950's. They were recent immigrants and laughed themselves silly as they taught us some Italian swear words. While we never would have said those words out loud in those days, we thought it hilarious to speak them out loud in Italian. Somehow it wasn't really like swearing.
I never thought then that knowing a few swear words in Italian would give me such a good laugh 60+ years in the future.
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