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A friend and fellow teacher wrote this about Señora years ago. When she rediscovered the document Señora talked about what a good friend she had been. However, due to her marriage and then her moving away Señora lost touch with her… something very rare indeed for Señora.
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And so it was…
One of our mishpocha sent me the following article: Why birds and their songs are good for our mental health
Señora and I have a large bird feeder with 4 stations. We also keep a humming bird feeder out during their season. I need to to count, but we have between 10 and 15 bird houses around the yard, most of them occupied. Oh yes, and there is a bird bath, which reminds me I need to relocate it. The number of hours of joy we have gotten from these and their tenants over the years is incalculable.
I am hear to testify… can I get an hallelujah… that when the weather is nice and we have the AC/heat unit off, the windows open, there is nothing so peaceful as waking up at dawn with the birds singing in a wonderful chorus of different songs that seem to weave together into a symphony declaring what a wonderful day is in the offing. Get up you old sleepy head.
Why would you need Zoloft or Jim Beam or Maui Waui when you have Mother Nature stroking your forehead via your auricular pathways?
And so it goes
yeah I know you did not ask!
You are sitting in your vehicular mode of transportation. You are at a traffic light. The traffic light is red. You are second in line. The vehicle in front of you is a Dodge Durango. It is a Chesterfield police cruiser.
The light changes from red to green. The member of Chesterfield’s Police Department driving the SUV must be involved with his cell phone, his on board computer, daydreaming… who knows. He does not move.
My question is to you is, do you give this Chesterfield’s finest a little toot of your horn to alert him to the change in the status of the traffic light, or do you just sit there, gnashing your teeth, impatiently drumming your fingers on the steering wheel, ruing the day you were born, waiting for him to come back down to earth?
I once followed a Chesterfield police cruiser going the same direction as me. We made three left turns with him making a final left as I turned right. He never once used his turn signal. I guarantee (as my Cajun coworker use to say,,,drawing the word out) I was diligently using my factory installed method of indicating a change in direction in order to be courteous and safe… and to avoid any possible ticket.
Can you make a citizen’s arrest for traffic violations?
And so it goes.
A while ago I posted an article: I Love You – Part 1…Maybe. What prompted the article was my wife’s use of the three word phrase, I love you. She says it frequently and to many folks. For me, it is not something I say so much. In the first article I explored some the reasons why I do not. I also gave my flimsy definition of love:
… to love someone is have a responsibility towards that person. I have a need to live up to my responsibilities, and there is only so much I can take on.
When I say I love you I can mean many things. It means I care for you. It may mean I will take care of you. It means I will be there for you. It means I will accept your eccentricities. And this is before we get to romantic love.
By the above definition I love The Wee Dog, for what that is worth. One of my readers commented that Continue reading “I Love You – Part 2…”
yeah I know you did not ask!
Okay, some of thou may consider this a bit culturally insensitive…
Flipping through the news on my phone this morning, there was a plethora of pictures of the coronation of King Charles III. I had several thoughts, but the one that kept reoccurring was that, for all the world, it looked like an over the top drag show. Long live the Queen.
I also was expecting a photograph of King Chuckie holding up a can of Bud Light at any moment.
And so it goes.
The following article appeared in HuffPost: 8 Common Kitchen Habits That A Food Safety Inspector Might Fail You For
This reminded me of an incidence in my first bout of matrimonial swamp fever. Needing a job, any job, I started working for the Arkansas Department of Health as a County Sanitarian (Health Inspector). I said job, any job, because this position entailed some very serious responsibility for the public safety, not only in Continue reading “Home Kitchen and Food Safety Inspection”
I started golfing in my early 30s. I will leave it to the you, esteemed reader, to calculate how long ago that was. In retrospect one of the primary reasons I began this maldito sport was to have a mutual activity to do with my father. Never a dear or cherished relationship it was improving ever so slightly in this period.
If you know anything about golf you know two very important things. First, it can be and frequently is very addicting. Secondly, it is Continue reading “Cow Pasture Golf”
“But the truth is, that when a Library expels a book of mine and leaves an unexpurgated Bible lying around where unprotected youth and age can get hold of it, the deep unconscious irony of it delights me and doesn’t anger me.” ~~ Mark Twain in a letter to Mrs. F. G. Whitmore, 7 February 1907
I recently finished watching a truly excellent and very timely course from Wondrium, Banned Books, Burned Books: Forbidden Literary Works taught by Maureen Corrigan, Ph.D. Ms. Corrigan is a professor at Georgetown University, a book critic for NPR, a contributor to several of the most prominent newspapers of the country, has served as a juror for the Pulitzer Prize in Literature, an author in her own right, and on and on. She is unquestionably Continue reading “Banned Books, Burned Books”
A few years back the Missouri State Bird, the eastern bluebird (Sialia sialis), started showing up in our yard regularly. It was not very long after that when Senora began talking about desiring a pair of bluebird houses. After listening to her dream for a spell I did an internet search for Continue reading “Señora’s Bluebird House”
If you know Señora or if you are one of the 3.141592 dedicated readers of my blog, you know that Señora has been through two major back surgeries and still struggles with back problems.
I injured my back when I worked in a warehouse in my early 20s. I have had to deal with back problems, previously more off than on, as the result of a prolapsed disc stemming from that injury. As I have ceased to be young, this back problem has become more on than off. It has gotten to the point that I had to give up walking the golf course. Even with a push or pull cart my back will not let get through a round of golf, walking. Even with a riding cart, it is hard for me to play two days in a row. Gawd forbid, there comes a day when I have to give up golf completely.
Princess Lily, aka Tater Tot, aka Fuzzy Butt, aka The Wee Dog, is a quarter dachshund. This breed is famous for their back issues. The Wee Dog, who is 10, is no exception, and she is on medicine, again off and on, to control her pain from this.
We are a household of back problems.
I bring this up because the other night when I had to get up in the middle of the night (if you are old enough you will understand), I did what I always have to do when first getting out of bed. I stood there a minute to let my back do what feels like to me, stabilize. All this prompted Señora to say, as I then hobbled my way to the johnny, “we are a household of the Wounded Old.”
And so it is going.