SUSPICIOUS? ABSOLUTELY! THEY ARE ALL FULL OF GERMS!

VALID SUSPICIONS


Garry and I don’t go anywhere and it isn’t because of the weather.

It’s the flu. The stomach flu. The lung and chest and sinus variations on a theme of flu. Go to the doctor? DOCTOR? That’s where all the sick people go! Grocery store? Pharmacy? That’s where the rest of the sick people go.

I swear to you … every time I go anywhere, I come home sick. And so does Garry. Then we give it back and forth to each other for the rest of the winter. Sometime in April, we start to feel better and this isn’t because we got old.

We have been doing this “togetherness” act for a very long time. When Garry was a working reporter, he got everything. If anyone anywhere sneezed or coughed, he came home with it. He still had to go to work because Channel 7 didn’t believe in illness. Sick? So? Unless you were in the hospital on life support, you were expected to be at work.

My work was nominally less grueling, but not much. I inevitably worked solo, so if I didn’t show up, the job just waited. There was only so long I could let it go before I had to drag myself into the office. No one else could do what I did. There are some disadvantages to working alone and that is definitely a big one.

I’m tired of being a little bit sick, a little bit sicker, or finally getting better only to discover Garry is down with something I am absolutely sure I will get in three to five days. If there is an answer to this problem, let me know what it is. Other than living in a bubble, of course.

It isn’t really that I love warm weather. It’s that warm weather means less disease stalking the valley. I can usually count on not being sick from early May through late October. By Thanksgiving, all bets are off.

How are you doing these days?

GOODNIGHT SWEET PRINCE … DON’T FORGET THE COFFEE

Weekly WordPress Photo Challenge: SWEET


And all of the good stuff goes particularly well with coffee!

Home made pound cake … it’s a razor’s edge from being lethal!
Banana bread

EVEN MORE CHRISTMAS CACTUS

I must admit, this is the most amazing bloom I’ve ever gotten from any of my cacti. Not only are there a lot of flowers — new flowers replacing earlier flowers — but the flowering is lasting a long time.

This morning, while I was fixing my coffee and toast, I realized there was sunshine in the dining room. For the first time in weeks, the cacti were brightly lit. I was torn. Eat my warm toast  –or take pictures of flowers.

Of course I took the pictures because you can make toast any time, but sunlight on flowers is a brief moment. Later, my toast was cold but the pictures came out great. All that bright sunlight let me get some use out of my macro lens.

Macros are such weird lenses. They either do amazing, fantastic work … or they make you crazy with frustration. This was one of the good days. I used a different kinds of processing to catch both the colors and the complexity of the blooms.

Flower of the Day

THE LEFT/RIGHT CHASM – BY ELLIN CURLEY

I love reading the papers and talking about what’s going on in the world. You used to be able to do that without getting caught up in ‘partisan politics’. That time seems so long ago, you may have forgotten how it used to be. Let me remind you.

There used to be ‘facts’ about what was happening on any given topic on which everyone could agree. People may have disagreed about how to deal with a problem such as increasing crime and declining GDP, but there was a consensus that the former was in fact increasing and the latter was declining.

Not so today. Facts have been the meat and potatoes of partisan politics for too long now. Let’s say that if you’re a liberal and/or a Democrat you believe that unemployment is down. And let’s assume that if you are a conservative and/or Republican you believe that unemployment is up. How can anyone have a rational discussion about a problem if the nature or even the existence of the problem is itself the issue? When people argue whether a ‘fact’ is, in fact, a ‘fact’?

Talk shows and news interviews usually devolve into shouting matches about what used to be called empirically proven facts. I don’t want this to happen in my personal life. Therefore, unless I’m sure we are in the same ideological camp, I am careful not to talk about anything that could remotely have one liberal and another conservative interpretation. That rules out a wide swath of conversation topics and makes talking to strangers even more difficult for me. I’m not good at small talk under the best of circumstances.

It also presents the problem of how to feel out someone’s political views without bringing up a potentially controversial topic. I had a whole conversation with someone at a party about how much we love following the news. At no point did we reveal which version of the news we espoused. When she said that her husband only watched one channel all day, I surmised it was Fox News and that they were conservative/Republicans.

I later had my ‘guess’ confirmed by a mutual friend. I am so relieved that we had not marred our pleasant conversation with the revelation that we were ideological adversaries. We would not have agreed on the statistical reality about almost anything.

At a recent dinner with someone we just met, our new friend talked about how well the stock market was doing (Republican code for: Trump is good for America). He then asked what the problem was with Trump since “He hasn’t done anything bad yet.” There was silence at the table and then Tom said something like, “Well, that’s a debatable point”. We quickly moved on to other topics.

This is why even well-meaning, open-minded people like me have become polarized. I’m happy to listen to your views and may even be swayed by a good argument. But I will not be open to the idea that the earth is really flat, that evolution isn’t a scientifically proven process or that man-made climate change is not a real ‘thing’. In today’s world, I guess that makes me a closed-minded ideologue. So be it.

My political bent nowadays is towards any view that is based on facts that can actually be proven to be true. And I want to see the evidence and decide for myself if your ‘evidence’ actually proves your ‘facts.’

WORLD SHARING AS FEBRUARY MARCHES ALONG

Share Your World – February 12, 2018


Are you a practical jokester?

Absolutely not. I think practical jokes — why are they called that anyhow? — are mean-spirited and often, cruel. I don’t like that kind of humor and don’t find it funny. I never did.

Who cuts your hair? You, a friend, or professional.

When my granddaughter remembers, she cuts it. Otherwise, it just keeps growing. Which I don’t mind. My hair looks better shorter, but it is much easier for me to maintain longer. This way, I can tie it back and when I am outside with my camera, I’m not fighting a constant battle to keep the hair out of my face. Or, for that matter, trying to keep it from covering the lens.

I love television advertisements with beautiful, very long-haired beauties driving in convertibles with their hair blowing free. Garry had a gorgeous bright orange Challenger convertible. To ride in it, I had to first braid my hair, then wrap it in a tight scarf. I also had to cover my easily burned skin because you don’t feel the heat of the sun in a convertible, but it find you anyway. I got some of my worst sun burns in Garry’s convertibles (he had three over the years). Finally, one day I gave him a simple ultimatum. Get a car with a roof or I’m cutting my hair. Pixie style.

He got a roof.

If those long-haired beauties were really riding in the convertible with that 2-foot long hair blowing in the wind? It would take three hairdressers several days to carefully pick the pixie knots out of her hair. And it would hurt.

When my hair was really long, I couldn’t leave it loose almost ever. I had to braid it at night and let the braid hang off the edge of the bed so I wouldn’t roll over on it and get my head stuck with my hair under my back. Long hair — very long hair — can get complicated. But medium longish hair, like mine? Easy peasy. Tie it in a Scrunci  and life is good.

Did you have a stuffed animal when you were a kid, if so what kind?

No stuffed animals. Many dolls, though.

Dolls and a president

And real live dogs and cats which served the role very well.

What did you appreciate or what made you smile this past week? Feel free to use a quote, a photo, a story, or even a combination.

Creating a few of my own filter effects made me feel really good … and the post Gretchen Archer posted on Facebook made me feel downright wonderful.