Sore Fingers

So, in an attempt to declutter at least my share of the mess around here, I am spending more time typing up stories I first wrote long hand (which is how I write ALL of my stories and poems. There’s just something… personal… about a pen and a blank sheet of paper). I have an at least three doze works in progress or finished items to reduce to computer files from paper. It means I am not spending as much time on my online games… which is maybe a good thing. Except that I miss Big Farm…. but since it is giving me headaches lately…. not loading properly, or running slow. And it seems I have an issue with Google in general. It keeps loading a second page, heavy on graphics and video, that I don’t want, didn’t click, and have no interest in. I’ve done virus checks, and nothing. If I block all pop-ups, it causes problems with my games, since some of them have in-game pop-ups. AGGGGGGGG!

Another Samhain down, and November has begun. I’ve actually started my holiday shopping. Tomorrow, Mom, the Kidling and I are going to see the new “The Nutcracker: The Four Realms”. Since we all love the story and ballet, we’ll have to see how this one stacks up.

These days, it can be really hard to keep a positive outlook on life. Hate crimes are rampant. You aren’t even safe at church or synagogue. So much for Holy Ground. The Devil can’t touch you there, but human scum… they go where they please, desecrate what they please, and try to say it’s a holy war. Yeah, right. Tell me another  one.

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Big Plans

Really, I was so going to get things done today. Change my desk back to where I had it before (and much prefer it to be!), clean up the kitchen, clean up the living room and decorate for the season, do more to clear out the bits and pieces of paper around my desk,   THEN sit and do a blog post.

Well, the dishes are washed, and the desk is moved. Half of the living room has been cleaned and dusted, and the altar is finally set for fall. Took Mom over to the church. Nick and the Kidling are off to see “First Man”, and I have Hallmark on for background noise. Now I am at my desk, because I ACHE. I am out of shape and getting old. I do need to get a few more things done today…two bulbs are blown in the over-head, and I’ve been putting off changing them out, because I don’t really want to climb a ladder.

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September Roundup

Another month down. It was a fairly active one, too. We started with a trip to the Schaghticoke Fair on the first. On the eighth, it was over to Waterford for the Tug Boat Round Up (which I have no pictures of this year. Don’t know what happened there.) On the fifteenth, Mom, Kidling and I went to the fifth annual Enchanted City Steampunk Fest in Troy… and Mom got as into it as Kidling and I…. and she proved to be a doggie  magnet. Nearly every pup we saw… and there were plenty!… came right up to her looking for attention. Last weekend and this weekend, it was mostly running errands, doing chores, and kicking back. I have also managed to finish up second drafts of three stories, and will be starting work on a fourth today.


Of course, the month has had its share of issues. Al and Mary came and installed a new toilet in our apartment… and Al had to come back when it started leaking. Mom’s refrigerator died. We went and ordered a new one, which will be delivered on the first of October. She is using two shelves in my freezer, and was using a cooler and LOTS of ice upstairs… until Randi sent her dorm fridge up with Al, so Mom has a real fridge to keep her milk. eggs, butter…etc etc …in until her new one arrives.

I do love this time of year. The season is getting ready to turn again. It is the time for Pumpkin Cappuccinos, stew, home-made soups, chili, and the smells of autumn. Cooler air (well, okay, not really THIS month…still sweating like crazy at work), Dancing With The Stars on TV, and the ramp-up to Halloween.

We have also been watching the debacle that is US politics with growing concern. The idea of Brett Kavanaugh on the Supreme Court leaves me cold. I believe the women who have accused him, but beyond that: he is too  much like Trump. Both are bombastic, loud, angry, anti-woman, chauvinistic, racist men who feel they are entitled by the mere fact that they are white, considered rich, men. Kavanaugh may be a bit more intelligent that Trump: he does have the book-learning. But I worry about my daughter and nieces, and their friends in a world with a Supreme Court bent on over-turning more than fifty years of Equal Rights and Women’s Rights. And I fear for this country of mine. Lady Justice is depicted with a blindfold because she shouldn’t see race, religion, gender or bank accounts. Lady Liberty’s torch shines for all, or it is supposed to. And yet…. what I see coming reads more like “A Handmaiden’s Tale” (Atwood) or “Continuum” than the Constitution or Declaration of Independence.

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“We Love”

Did anyone see the New York Post today?

I was working the EZ Scan station this morning when a man buying multiple newspapers complained he couldn’t scan the Post, because there was no scan bar on it. Okay, that’s weird, but I can put it in by price, so, no problem there. I did think he seemed a little more upset than merited, but… who knew, he might have been having a bad morning.  I also notify my supervisor, figuring this wasn’t an isolated incident.

Actually, it was. I had to go to the rack, and there on the ground was the actual first and last pages of the Post. The front page had “We Love” in eleven different languages. Besides English, I recognized French, Spanish, Arabic, Japanese, Chinese, and Russian, and I think one was Cyrillic. Apparently, from what we pieced together, this guy found it offensive and removed it from the copy he was purchasing. The scan bar he bitched wasn’t there, was … right on the back page, were it belonged.

Honestly, dude? Are you so insecure you can’t handle seeing other languages in print?

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I think I Quit Adulting Now

I am tired and depressed and I have had enough.

I scrubbed the stove top this past weekend. Even when I don’t actually use it, I end up cleaning it, or it didn’t get done. I had it shiny and white and clean…. which it no longer is, and I HAVE NOT COOKED ON IT THIS WEEK.

I planned to come home, have lunch, then prep supper. I was planning on home-made baked macaroni and cheese. Only there are so many dirty dishes, I can’t really do a damn thing out there. I started the dishes (which is supposed to be Meriah’s job)… and lost it. Between the mac and cheese she burnt into a pot today, the remnants of yorkshire in what was once one of my cake pans, and the rows of dirty glasses…. HOW do you end up with every damn glass we own dirty when there are only three people here?

I have no nicotine to help me cope. I have no soda to help me cope, and it looks like I am going to have to drop the soda, regardless. According to my last blood work, I am diabetic. Just one more thing to deal with.

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Am I just getting old?

Today is beautifully clear. I should be getting the hedges trimmed, the lawn cut and trimmed, the bushes tamed….and I am having enough trouble finding the energy to get the laundry done. I did manage to get the breakfast dishes done this morning. Made some iced tea. Mom invited me out for a drive, and I said I needed to get things done. But I’m not getting much done

My get-up-and-go has got up and gone.

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“Christopher Robin”; A Trip Back Into Childhood

Don’t worry about spoilers; I don’t plan on any. But I do want to share a little on this rainy Friday that is sort of an Eeyore Day. Mom, Meriah, and I went to see the new live-action/CGI movie “Christopher Robin”.

In October of 1926, Methuen Publishing in London, England, introduced to the world ‘a silly ol’ bear’ by the name of Winnie the Pooh. A.A. Milne created the denizens of the 100 Acre Wood (Ashdown Forest) based on his son’s stuffed toys. The stories were originally for Christopher Robin Milne. Those early editions were delightfully illustrated by E.H. Shepard, who had worked on “Punch” with Milne. In doing so, they gave a magical gift to generations of children around the world.

It is a bit tragic that in doing so, they caused themselves a great deal of grief and disappointment, since none of the three could ever distance themselves from those four volumes. Work Milne and Shepard had done in the past was eclipsed, and they were type cast against in later years.

Now we have “Christopher Robin”. This is not a biographical work. If you’re interested in the story behind the stories, check out “Good Bye Christopher Robin” (2017, Fox Searchlight Pictures & Pinewood Films). This, without going into spoilers, is the character of Christopher Robin from the Pooh stories, not the real man. It is a return to the magic of childhood; a bit tarnished by adult cares, but still accessible.

It wasn’t a packed theater, but the ages ranged from children as young as 3 or 4 to adults in their 70s. Five or six generations of Pooh Bear’s fans, eager for one more new story about our friends from the 100 Acre Wood. And I don’t think any of us were disappointed.


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