Monthly Archives: November 2016

Subtle changes to blog “header”

Earlier this year I updated my blog header (the static picture you see at the top of the blog)  by putting up 3 photos that “randomize” – hey, that’s the WordPress word for it, it being “automatically rotate.” I’ve tweaked it again by ditching one, adding another and slightly cropping the other two (why? Eh, one of the photos was bothering me and I wanted to make the cropping more consistent).

Anyway, here’s the photo I’ve added.

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(Joining the slightly cropped “keepers”)

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“Making” earrings to match a necklace

I bought this necklace two years ago at an annual, second-hand, vintage costume jewelry sale the local synagogue holds (that’s open to anyone). I was very taken with the necklace. It reminds me of Fall, what with the gold leaves and the autumnal colors. I haven’t worn it too often since because in large part, I didn’t have the right earrings to go with it.

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This was taken outside in daylight

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Indoor light. 

While looking at it yesterday it occurred to me I could take pieces from the necklace – that wouldn’t be missed – and make earrings to match. I removed two “glass” (they’re actually plastic) beads and put them on hooks. All this required was a little dexterity, pliers and a spare set of “fish hook” style hooks. This is just a personal preference, but when I have a “loud” attention-getting necklace, I prefer more subtle earrings – and vice versa – so the pieces aren’t competing with each other or it looks like overkill.

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Aren’t they sweet? I actually like having two different colors. 

I wore the set yesterday (with jeans and a pretty top, nothing fancy) and it made me so happy.

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Send ’em all back

Something occurred to me as thoughts rambled freely through my mind in the moments before I truly woke up this morning. I don’t know why I didn’t think of it sooner. The President-elect, as I daresay we all know, has talked of sending certain non-white groups, two in particular, back to their countries of origin. But why stop there? Why not send white people back too? I have many candidates in mind.

Murderers, rapists, drug dealers, child abusers, white collar criminals that bilk people out of their life savings, people who harm and take advantage of the elderly, manufacturers who deliberately cut corners in things they build, be it infrastructure or products that result in harm or death, guys who make bombs in their garages and basements, people who hurt or kill animals for no just reason, thieves, wife beaters, sexual harassers, home invaders, arsonists, stalkers, gang members who terrorize the people in their communities, child pornographers, people in positions of trust – lawyers, doctors, politicians, teachers, ministers, law enforcement, policy makers – who take advantage of their power, people who hurt other people while under the influence of alcohol or drugs, hostage takers, day care providers and babysitters who neglect and willfully endanger their charges, and cyber attackers. I’m sure there’s more but this seems like a good start.

It should be easy to figure out where to ship these people. Outfits like Ancestry.com have eliminated the guesswork! Have you seen one of their latest TV commercials? An average young couple is talking “candidly” about the husband’s ancestry results obtained through the website. The wife complains “jokingly” that she thought she was getting an Italian, but oops, turns out, he isn’t. (I don’t remember the country that most of his ancestors hailed from but it wasn’t as sexy as Italy.) Just figure out the dominant ancestry and send all the aforementioned people back. To head off any objections, maybe we can offer a small stipend to the country that’ll have to take them.

There’ll be so many benefits to the rest of us who are just trying to harmlessly go about our little lives. And just think how ROOMY everything will be after this is accomplished.

Bear with me

This afternoon I headed out to the local big, chain grocery store. I wanted to get a couple things now (I had a few most excellent coupons!) and then avoid the place with its crowds and chaos till after Thanksgiving.

I buy Amazon gift cards to use on their website (that way I’m not using anything with my name on it for security) so I stopped to look at the extensive gift card display in the store. It’s so big it covers TWO sides of a aisle and the “end cap” as well. I couldn’t see all the cards though, because there were these huge stuffed bears (I guess for Christmas?) sitting atop the tall display, with their legs hanging over blocking gift cards.

I wanted to see if there was another denomination card behind one of the bear’s legs so I just reached to shift the leg to the side and you guessed it – the whole bear started to move! I tried to grab at him but it was useless as momentum took over and the bear fell down onto the floor. I started laughing at this stupid bear at my feet. There were people all around but nobody was paying me any mind. I half-expected employees to come running, but no, it was me and the bear. I got him off the floor but there was no way I could return him to his seated position because he was too unwieldy and the top of the display was just too high. I couldn’t just walk away since his leap to the floor was instigated by me and I wasn’t about to start hauling him around in search of a useful employee.

Instead I took hold of his head with one hand and his nether region with the other and HEAVED him upward over my head. It was the best I could do. I put back a sign and a gift card I’d knocked down and got the hell away from there before anything else happened.

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He looks like he’s been shot. (You can see the head of a properly seated black bear – as well as the ceiling – behind him)

One potato two potato…

Check out these potatoes. See anything unusual?

 

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Yum, should we have baked potatoes or fries?

 

The one on the left is a rock!

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This flat side gives it away. No fries for you.

 

 

Coupla thoughts on the election

There was a time – and it just wasn’t all that long ago – when the President-elect’s thrice-married status would have been the big news. The thing people would have tsked-tsked about, the aspect of his character that we would have found – or been told to find – concerning. Ha. Ha. Ha. Gee, that sounds like the Good Old Days.

You know what I never liked? When two or more people have some kind of knock-down, drag-out, ugly-piece-of-business fight, and then afterward, somebody either makes them or tells them to “shake hands and make up.” That’s always hit a false note with me. And that’s how it feels now. Shake hands and make up. Right. Now.

I remind myself this country has been far more divided than it is in this moment. Blood relatives shot and killed one another in the Civil War. The phrases you often hear are “brother against brother” and “families torn apart.” This isn’t like that. I know. And– we kind of patched that up too. It’s not like there’s a border guard at the Mason-Dixon line where you have to show papers to cross to the other side. There aren’t two governments, North and South. I guess I’m saying – I’m telling myself – if those folks managed to get themselves back on some kind of track as roughly one country, we should be able to as well.

I also remind myself – because I must – this is the same country that elected our current President not once but twice! And recently at that. But, but…. I’m a might confused. How can we be BOTH? Are we really that fickle a country? Is it as I fear that we are a child-like people who want – demand – instant gratification? Who are never satisfied with our lot, whatever it may be? Do we constantly insist somebody “fix” everything and when they don’t/can’t/won’t, jump to the next person or faction who assures us they will?

Do we really as a people want to talk about “tough tines” and our hard lives when many of those people who lived through the Great Depression still walk among us? When people who were subjected to a segregated U.S. – and all the atrocities which came with it – are still here to remember?  I mean to say that as a nation we seem to run from one thing to the next, we seem to always want more than what we have; no, insist we deserve more. (Ironically, it is the very flamboyant existence of high-profile individuals like our President-elect who help create this very dissatisfaction – this very American dissatisfaction.)

My sense of humor is at low tide this week but hasn’t entirely escaped me… If you don’t know the movie “Monty Python and the Holy Grail,” let me share something from it that’s been going through my mind. There’s a wedding scene that turns into a killing brawl. To patch things up between the aggrieved parties, the father of the groom says, “Now now, let’s not bicker and argue about who killed who, this is supposed to be a happy occasion!”

Right. This is supposed to be a happy occasion.

(Note: I’m currently having internet woes and may not see or be able to respond to comments right away, my advance apologies.)