GOOD BYE MARCH.. HELLO SPRING….
YES, YES, APRIL IS COMING.. SPRING IS COMING… I GOT THE FEVER… JUMPING UP AND DOWN.. WHERE ARE THE PLANTS? WHERE ARE THE FLOWERS. IS IT TIME TO TILL THE GARDEN…
I AM SO EXCITED…. Alas… I
also know, we will still get some freezing.. and it is too early for
planting.. after all I live in ZONE 5…
but even enduring the rainy days of many of April… there will be SUNSHINE..
I love SUNSHINE…..
So GOOD BYE MARCH… HELLO… APRIL…
Living within the Pendulum
In the 1960’s I was accused
of looking at the world thru rose color glasses. Like that was not a good thing.. I happen to think it is.
But it keeps me chasing the
middle of the swing of the pendulum.
Of the past couple of years
we have gone to the far left to the far right and now heading back to the far
left again.
We have one side with the
fear factor, the doom of everything.. any idea, comes with a way of doom..
there is no good deeds, only those who
are trying to stomp us all, take away everything… ruin our lives as we know
it.. The fear factors… No matter what
seems like it could be a good idea for all.. is turn into fear of doom. That we
will have to lose everything we have to support others, and they will take
everything away from us.
On the other side, we have the great give away. Free everything. Be it
a place, education, health, food, everyone is entitle to everything. But no
plan on how to pay for all of this.. except to tax the very rich. Which I agree the very rich do have loop
holes that the common man will never see. And have been given government breaks
and helps that no little mom and pop place will ever see.
But they see it like every child gets a gift. at all children birthday parties… that all the students get a c so not to hurt anyone’s feelings.. to not reward those who tried harder, and encourage the ones who didn’t try .. as they know they are getting the grade as well. No accountability
But some where there has to
be a middle. Yes, make the taxes fairer
for all.. I said about 30 years ago, I
thought we should have a 7% tax for EVERYONE.. with no exemptions.. Because of
this.. there would be no reason for income tax, as you would not be getting any
exemptions. And no returns. So just
every wage, every product sold and etc..
there would be a 7% sent to the
Why bonuses? After all they are already being paid high wages for their
part of the business. Why do they need a bonus? Maybe if the whole company
worked hard to make the best product and was price reasonable.. they would sell
far more than they do now.. And at the end of the year.. ALL EMPLOYEES… the
CEO, the janitor would get an equal bonus, as they all pulled together the
product to the top notch. It wouldn’t be millions. .but maybe a thousand? Or
even a hundred. Divide by ALL. Putting
people into paying more taxes… because they earn more.
Some where in the middle
where one is responsible for himself and his family.. To be able to get an education in a line that
one can earn a living. With out student
loans. If we have free kindergarten to
high school, why not take that 2 more years for a trade. Where as the one
getting that education can get a better job and be able to pay more taxes than
the job they have now.
Kind of in the line, instead
of feeding the person, show them how to grow their own.. instead of giving them fish to eat.. to show
them how to fish type of a mode.
The pendulum needs to slow
down……we are using fear to scare others for something no one should be scared
of. We use blacks, gays, Asian, and all
the other scare tactics… I got to ask
you… those of you who are scared of those, so therefore hate them.. Has one black person ask you to be
black? Has one gay person ask you to be
gay? Why does it matter to you… No
matter what color, gender and etc.. you are..
we all want one thing… to have a normal life, of having a safe home to
live in, to have enough food. And a job to earn money to pay for these
things. That is the goal of each
person. So why can’t you mind your own
business and stop judging people. You do
not like to be judged.. and maybe if you got to learn about those people, you
would find you do not have a fear of them taking over your life. And find out
you don’t really hate them.
Then there is the alien
thing… For whom that have been here 10 .. 20 or even more years, give them green cards.. and have them all put
in for citizenship. If after 2 years
they have put in the effort to be come citizens.. then they can become
one.. by the way have you ever taken the
citizen test? I know you are already
one, but have you seen or taken the test?
I am not so sure I could pass to be honest with you.. Those of us who were born here, we get a easy
slide in.. You have no idea how hard
that test is.. And those with the
“rewarding those who could keep away from the law” attitude, well, at this
point of the game.. we got to get over that.
But getting these people
green cards.. we get tax paying people.. and of course when they become citizen
they will be paying taxes and voting.
We all dance to a different
drummer than others. Just because we are
different does not make us any more right or wrong than the next guy. we are just different… Thank God for
that.. how boring if we were all the
same. All of us marching to the same
drummer like little soldiers… minds all the same.. With difference we bring more to the
plate.. if we can just do tolerance of
differences.
What makes this country great
is the fact we have individuality…
Now that, ladies and gents.. is what makes
So let others be … it isn’t
your rodeo, those are not your horses to ride..
TRY A LITTLE
KINDNESS……..
Having fun in your 80’s….
We get mail from all kinds of
places, business and etc.. And when they provide a return stamped
envelope… well, my sense of humor seems
to kick in.
Like I got one from the Washington Examiner, telling me they have my name with professional courtesy offer… Professional Courtesy ?? what kind of professional ??? AND they had a return envelope and with stamp on it..
So I wrote back.. that I was
going to save them money… I told them I
was just a week away from my 81st birthday and therefore a retired
nurses aide.. And for the life of me, I
could not figure out what professional I was, that would be one to get a professional courtesy to their
magazine or newsletter. As I never
worked with a rich nurses aide… so maybe
they should remove my name off of their list and save them some money….
I always try to use humor in
hopes that somewhere there is a person who opens the mail and gets a laugh… One
letter or note at a time.
One as good as the other.. nope
Well, it was day 3 .. and I was doing great!!!
Then I went to another one of
my senior social hour.
(a name give to Dr. appt, by
my Aunt Harriet and it is true)
Had not been to the eye dr.
for about 4 years… so figure I
better check in.. Well, that was worse than the vaccine.
Talk about the blind leading
the blind… by night time I was
beginning to see things in
the same light as before.
But the day was a blur, literally…
and to make it worse was, we got snow.
Which was like a bright light..
So kept away from lights.
Couldn’t read…of course no computer either.. So it was the fun stuff… wash… mop the floor. And etc….
So I am glad to see today
come.. everything is clearer. No
problems from the vaccine.. eye check up
went well as well.. just the after
effects. Lol
And today is the King’s
social hour.. his dr.
HEY HEY… I SURVIVED….
I got my 2nd
vaccine shot on Saturday… and it went
smoothly.
The group was amazingly
organized.. check in… sit for minute..
go sit in another chair… 3 minutes later a nurse comes by and verifies who I
am… and then the shot.. Hardly knew she did it.. and these shots are
NOT with needles that like that on tv …
those look like they are 3 inches or more long. The one they used the
first time and the last time was around ¼ inch long…
The Tar pit
When I was a kid, there was a huge lot behind our house. It was owned by a fishing company. Ernest Coggeshall.. He spread fishing nets across the rectangle of a lot about 20 acres here or there. My mother use to sew the new ones in our house.. I think I already mention that before.. And she sew and repaired the old ones out in that field each summer.. Every spring they would fire up the old TAR PIT…
THE TAR PIT…It was about 12
foot square… and about 6 feet deep, under it was a hole where they started a
fire with wood, to heat the pit/tar… use
the scare us kids.. as we heard all kinds of stories about how it was like
quick sand.. TO STAY AWAY FROM …..THE PIT… I once snuck up to look in.. and it
was tar alright. It was dry, and
cracked… and scary..
THE TAR PIT was for tarring
fishing nets. Like I said, my mother sewed
the nets together in our living room It was huge, and white and clean… By April
she had them all done.. sewing the wings on to the box (the trap) and the
funnel to funnel the fish in to the box.
Then in April they fired up
THE PIT… and dropped the net into the hot tar..
With a crane… they poked it with sticks to make sure it sank down in to
the tar.. pushing and pulling to make sure the whole net was full of tar.. and then they pulled up the net and put it on
the truck.. The truck would go up and down the field, as they pulled it off and
spread it across the grass… It was left there for a month to dry… Also they
would do an old net that the tar was wearing off… it also was spread across the
field.. Then taken down to the dock to be put on the NOMAD… the fishing boat.
And out to the ocean to be placed in the sea with corks bobbing up and down and
holding the side up, the wings.. for the fish to follow into the funnel part.
Then the NOMAD, would go out in the early morning.. with skiffs they would be placed by the
box/trap.. and they would raise up the sides of the box.. until they could see
the fish flopping… The huge spoon like
net would scoop them up and put them in to the holding hole in the mid ship. There would be ice thrown in there.. Dumping
load after load of the fish. Then head
back to
But back at THE PIT…. It was
the source of scary stories for many years…
Of cats that walked the border, and fell in….never to be send
again… Also of horrors of horrors … some
boys throwing cats and junk in there. Much to the disgust of the Coggeshalls as
it would get caught up in the nets. I don’t ever recall them skimming thru the
hot tar to remove things.
I heard there is a whole
housing project in those fields now.. Don’t know what they ever did about THE
TAR PIT… Don’t know if they emptied it and destroyed it or what.. Don’t know
anyone from the old neighborhood that to be able to ask.
Last week was an up and down of our family.... like a lot of families you lost someone and you gain some one.. With us.. it was gain some ONES.. two... As you saw on my Friday post, we got two new ones..
It was March 9th when we got word that my cousin Sue passed away.. We knew it was coming, but never the less, it still hurt. She fought such a grand fight. She would go hiking... and her friends would tell her to slow down, as she was outpacing them. Even in January, she was still hiking.. Her last hike was 3 miles. Sue always has been very competitive... She really could out do her brothers and sister in her delight of competition. Sue was always a sweet gal, loved by lots of people... friends and family. Compassionate, always concern about others. She and Jere loved life.. boating and what ever else they did together. She will be missed by the mass of friends they have.
We barely were adjusting to the lost of Sue, when we got word that two of our grand daughters had headed to the hospital that evening... The miracle of cell phones, keep us all abreast of the going on.. Even the girls themselves kept in touch with each other. One up by Olympia, and the other down in Longview Washington. At midnight, I gave up and went to bed... upon waking the next morning I ran to my computer and found out one of the little girls made it to the world... sliding in at 1.06AM... and saw that at 4AM.. the other little one decided she just might come too, now that she knew her birthday twin made it into the world... and at 7:57AM... she slide out (I am sure Mom didn't think it was that easy) and joined her second cousin in the new world.. To the wonderment of grandparents.. who were beaming.. In the day of Covid... where grandparents can't enter the hospital and wait in the waiting room.... they had to stay home and listen for the phone to ring.. But as soon as those two mom's and little gals wanted to go home, Grandparents where there to greet them and pictures were taken...
So welcome Elaina Grace and Delilah Cascade.... your massive family has been waiting for you.. so many cousins to play with.. and second cousins.. and aunts and uncles and grandparents... and of course the most important of all.. Mom's and Dad's... the pictures of the Dad's with their baby girls are precious...
This makes 27 great grand children for us...
Getting old is
hell…
As you read this, the King
and I will be heading to
If it goes as well as before, he should do just fine. The last time he had it done, it was over before he knew it. The testing took the longest of all.
What is different this time
is… I don’t get to go inside.. No waiting room… have to sit out in the car and
wait. THANK YOU VIRUS PROTECTION CRAP… For about 5 hours. As the testing starts at 9
and the actual surgery isn’t until noon.
All I can say is, I better have bathroom privileges .. I have two books
and a small book to read.. I am ¾ way thru one of them.. the other two are back ups.. Going to be a lonnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnng day.
Then the two hour trip home.. hopefully he gets out before rush hour. I hate driving in the big cities.
So guess I will give an
update of bitching if the waiting doesn’t go well.. lol… I
am sure all will be well. But I will be glad when we get home tomorrow
afternoon.
It doesn’t have to be that way……..
At church yesterday, the Pastor was talking about how you don’t have to be at WAR with..
Yourself, others, and
God….. the name of the sermon was “It
doesn’t have to be that way.”
While he brought up several
good points about each one…
The one that stood out was
the “others”…
In these days and ages… there
seems to be a lot of that going around.
Mad at others… A lot of people angry because others don’t agree with
their thinking. Wasn’t there a thing
about if we all thought alike, did alike, said alike… it would be a boring
world?
But I do think people should
lightening up. I don’t know if it is old
age or what with me.. or maybe it is my mandrake of two years ago, with my
freedom in the words …… I don’t
care….
It isn’t I don’t care about
anything? Or anyone… but I have found there is a heck of a lot that I don’t care
about… Things I can’t change. Things that does not involve me, or things that
doesn’t matter to me. Sadly most of all
is I don’t care enough to argue with anyone over dumb shit. Yes, I said that…
As I told the King one day as
we were having a bickering conversation…
you know.. I just don’t care.. I don’t care to argue with you anymore..
I don’t care about the subject.. do what you wish.. and I will do what I want
to do. But you suffer the consequences
of your actions and most of all, of what your mouth says.
With others, I find myself
going into the hearing of Charlie Brown and the teacher… blah blah blah…. And my thoughts roam to something more
pleasant. Maybe I am just a doddering
old broad. Lol… I don’t know if it is irritations or being mad…but do know I am
tired of it. So I have learn to let
others get it out of their systems and then bide them good by and wish them
well.
I guess filing it under my
fav saying… NOT MY RODEO AND NOT MY
HORSE TO RIDE…
Being mad at anyone is such a
waste of good time.. And at almost 81.. I don’t have a lot of that left. Maybe if I was 40 years younger I might think
it was worth my while to endure their side and have them listen to my side..
But at this age, I find it is easier and faster if I just let them let it all
out, and we move on.
You see….it doesn’t have to
be that way….. to have others control your thoughts and time. Go enjoy yourself. Be it digging in your garden, straighten out
your yard… watch over the grandkids or
great grandkids… Find joy in your life. It is out there… it can be that way…
I AM WOMAN… HEAR ME ROAR…..
Thru the years for a 100 years.. we have heard all the stories of woman fighting for the right to have rights.. All rights, besides voting rights. Some woman died.. A lot of them were beaten.. and even thrown in jail.
It started out with a day March 8th and then a week.. for woman and in 1986 it was changed to a month… WOMEN’S HISTORY MONTH.
So now we have March… Women’s History Month. I am hoping there will be programs on tv about the hardships that women before us went thru.. Some only know of those of the 1970’s .. not knowing about the ones in the 1880 and 1900… of the beating and etc.
As I champion women’s rights.. the right to vote, the right own own land, the rights to work and get a decent wage (still working on that one) the right for respect, the rights of equal in a marriage… it totally saddens me to see some woman today, who disrespect everything all these woman stood up for..
One of the greatest
disappointments are the woman who champion Trump. How can you even give that man a
thought? The nastiness of his remarks… “grab them by the pussy, they like that..
just go up and kiss them, if you have money you can get away with that,” he
remarked.... The nastiness of his
talking about strong women. He gave
token jobs to some women, but only those who praises him.
There is so much nastiness of
this man, that was showed even on his own television show The Apprentice… way
before he decide to run.. so it was nothing new… But I am not going to go there any further..
just disappointing..
There are the women who work
and turn their paychecks over to their husbands or boyfriends. Saw a lot of that when I was working. In the
days before auto check deposit, the company handed out payroll checks at noon.
There would be several men in the parking lot, waiting for their girlfriends or
wives to come out and hand over their checks.
Talks of drunkenness fights that night.. Seeing some of the results the next morning as they came back to work.
Those of us over 45, would ask, we worked hard for woman’s right for this? As there weren’t many who stood up and dumped the guy. Sad…
So hopefully you all will pay
attention to the programs that will be on thru March.. and understand what it cost many women, so
you all can get the jobs you got, the vote that you should be doing, the equal
of your marriage.
I use to tell my daughters.. you can do anything you want to do, be who ever you want to be, work at any job you chose.. BUT you have to work hard for it. You have to want it bad enough to stand up. The only one who can stop you is YOU.
NEVER THE LESS, SHE PERSISTED…
"Nevertheless, she persisted" is an expression adopted by the
feminist movement, especially in the
It did
not silencer her..
I HOPE YOU TOO WILL…. NEVER THE LESS, PERSIST..
Good by February, hello March
I do want the water.. rain that is… after all we need it in the summer.. Come July and August when the temps of HELL, come with the weather and sunshine… we NEED water… the ponds need to fill, the springs, rivers and lakes.. and wells.. all need water. So will take the rain as well..
Really be nice if we could
nave sun rays thro those sun clouds.. Or maybe… I heard one time that the
reason why
We have a green house that the King built about 5 years ago.. and we have made a slap happy attempt to start a garden within.. and have starters for the outside of it… But this year.. I think I will clean it out about mid March and then do a serious attempt this time. After all, I do have lots of time on my hands.. especially if I stay off the computer. Ha ha.
