The earth is rumbling. This was on Fox.
— Claire McCaskill (@clairecmc) September 5, 2020
A Million Dollar Dinner
It was a beautiful night here in the St. Louis suburb of Chesterfield, clear sky and a temperature of 24 degrees (or 76 Fahrenheit, if you prefer). We decided to sit outside on the patio to eat dinner. It is Friday night and the culinary artist formerly known as Señora Weinhaus went simple. We supped on a green salad with a balsamic vinaigrette dressing and a homemade pizza with lots of mushrooms and anchovies. “Mmm, mmm good”, as Gomer Pyle used to say after a tryst.
As tasty as dinner was, what made the price of admission worth it was the floor show. We were treated to 20 minutes of antics by 4 hummingbirds flitting around, using the feeder, and fighting over position on it.
There are 5 stations on the this feeder, but there seems to be some sort of hummingbird protocol for this particular feeder Continue reading “A Million Dollar Dinner”
Major General Paul Eaton to Trump…”You’re no patriot”
Read Jeff Goldberg’s article in The Atlantic. How could anyone support Trump? pic.twitter.com/xqfnklmCBq
— Major General (ret) Paul Eaton (@PaulDEaton52) September 4, 2020
Quote of the Day — Keith Richards
“I outlived Michael Jackson. Bet you didn’t see that coming.” ~~ Keith Richards
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Rev. Joe’s Random Thought #597
yeah I know you did not ask!
Compassionate Señora Weinhaus and I cycle between anger, depression and sadness about the current situation in the country. Not all of it is fault of the Gospodin Trump administration, but much of it is. Or least his response or lack of response to situations.
Which got me to wondering are there support groups for folks suffering from Trump PTSD? If not there should be.
Pseudo-psychological Ramblings or Spare the Rod, Spoil the Child
A little while ago I came across a local story in my news feed about a St. Louis area police officer. He had been arrested for excessive use of a belt with his children. This brought back a host of childhood memories. I shared the article and my memories with my four brothers. Like me, they had many war stories about growing up with our parents. Both our parents, but especially our mother, were strong believers in and practitioners of the old axiom “spare the rod, spoil the child.” Today they would most likely be visited by various governmental services. However, their attitude and behavior Continue reading “Pseudo-psychological Ramblings or Spare the Rod, Spoil the Child”
Rev. Joe’s Random Thought #2,889
yeah I know you did not ask!
I was reading an article about the recent Republican National Convention. The article referred to Mike Pence as Gospodin Trump’s wing man. At the time I thought, “wingnut would be more accurate.” Ruminating on that, I thought, “No, the function of a wingnut is to help hold things together.” This administration’s handling of the country is more like a turbine breaking up at high speed. Watch out for flying parts.
I am not sure what the appropriate term is for just another nut job circling around planet 666 aka Trump’s Dystopian World is, but anything I can think of is not appropriate for mixed company and children.
Really, Really Good Refrigerator Pickles
We’ve had a lot of cucumbers this year, but not from Rose-colored-glasses-firmly-planted Señora Weinhaus. She is truly the definition of an optimist. Just about every year since I have known her she has attempted to grow vegetables and herbs in the garden on the side of the garage. She has had fair success with the herbs, but just about every year the deer get the vegetables. She has tried all sort of things to keep them out. Right now we have a Mission Impossible web of fishing line around the garden. The deer have still managed to sate their appetites. If it is not the deer then it is rabbits. However, the rabbit population seems to go in cycles. Some years you see many, and other years they are as rare as Yoda using common syntax. Indubitably, spring will roll around and she will be trying again.
Question became what to do with all the cucumbers we had “shared” with us. I found a recipe Continue reading “Really, Really Good Refrigerator Pickles”
Sex Education in the 60s
An email exchange with my brothers had me reminiscing about how sex education was handled in the sixties… the 1960s smarty pants.
From my mother, and I have no idea what sparked her comment to the prepubescent me. At the time it seemed totally out of left field.
“God meant for men and women to be together, that is why their private parts fit together like a key in a lock.”
The best I can recall this was the last time she mentioned anything of a sexual nature to me.
And from my father, on the occasion of the 17 year old me washing the family car with a bosomy blonde. It was not quite up to the Cool Hand Luke scene, or in retrospect maybe it was for my father!
“A cat was napping on the railroad tracks. A train came along and chopped off his tail. He turned around to see what had happened to his tail. While he was inspecting the damage another train came along from the other direction. It chopped off his head.
Know what the moral of this story is?
Don’t lose your head over a piece of tail.”
And that is the last I heard from him on the subject.
Forget about sex education in the schools, it was not taught. Heck, I could not even buy condoms as a teenager in Rhode Island. I am thankful to this day that I did not reenact Mr. and Mrs. Bo Jo Jones. And very lucky.
Keep well.
Word of the Day – Amphigory
- Noun: Amphigory
- a nonsense verse or composition : a rigmarole with apparent meaning which proves to be meaningless
- Synonyms:
- balderdash
- baloney
- bosh
- bull
- bunk
- cant
- drivel
- gibberish
- hooey
- rigmarole
- rubbish
- Allow me to add, before someone comments, what the polite Thesaurus did not include… bullshit
- Usage:
- “Well?” she repeated more firmly
This time I openly stared.”Is that cantilevering natural? Or is there an invisible bra, you being in fact the sole support of two dependents?”
She glanced down, looked up and grinned. “They do stick out, don’t they? Your comment is rude, crude, unrefined, and designed to change the subject.””What subject? I made a polite inquiry; you parried it with amphigory.”
“`Amphigory’ my tired feet! I answered precisely.”
“`Amphigory,'” I repeated. “The operative symbols were `mad, ‘`scientist,’ `beautiful,’ and `daughter.’ The first has several meanings –the others denote opinions. Semantic content: zero.”
- “Well?” she repeated more firmly
- Encountered:
- While reading The Number Of The Beast by Robert A. Heinlein
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