coming out of my shell

coming out of my shell

Monday, November 30, 2020

I don't even

Blogging has many challenges.  One is circumventing the cultural nuances of colloquialisms.  I'm not one to be too careful about what I say.  I often think I'm funny, and laugh loudest at my own jokes.  Sometimes I'm the only one laughing.  Not a problem for me.  However, I need to remember that words and phrases that resonate with my friends in Indiana, New York, or Florida have different connotations in other places.  

Recently I responded to Robbie at Tone Deaf.  He is sometimes outrageous and hilarious, often prone to honest self-reflection, and almost always British.  His post was hilarious.  I commented "I don't even know what to say." 

In the context of my life and reactions to others, that was a compliment of sorts.  It translates roughly to "I surrender," or "okay, you win."  In real life it would likely be said to my brother "Big D" with one hand on my hip, and one eyebrow raised.  

I think Robbie thought I was scolding him.  

We learn so much from each other.  








Sunday, November 8, 2020

Saturday, November 7, 2020

This election will never end!

I hope by writing this title down I will jinx the "Endless Waiting."  I'm using a little of that "reverse psychology" my old sainted Mother used to swear by. Also, I'm desperate for this to end. I have a bottle of expensive champagne in my fridge that I would like to drink in celebration sooner rather than later. It calls to me with a siren's allure.

We need to remind the Fates (those dangerously potent ladies) that this election has a life of it's own. Clotho has done her work, but Lachesis seems to be savoring her moment. Atropos can cut the thread and seal our destiny. Although, who am I to question Lachesis?  
 
Yes, I AM a little nervous that I've garnered the attention of the ancient Moirai. I guess I should include the words please and thank you. Please, ladies, don't let the lying liar who lies steal the election. Thank you.

Desperate times call for desperate measures.  





















The three Fates spinning the web of human destiny, sculpture by Gottfried Schadow, 1790, part of the tombstone for Count Alexander von der Mark; in the Old National Gallery, Berlin.  From the Encyclopaedia Britannica. 

Monday, November 2, 2020

Stress Eating

When I'm nervous, I eat. I'm stress eating cold pizza for breakfast right now, and I will likely eat more for lunch. I fully realize it is counterproductive; however, I don't want to stop. If Biden wins, I'll start a healthy diet and exercise program Wednesday morning. If Biden loses, I don't know what I'll do.  

Wait a minute, I DO know what I'll do.  I'll start a healthy diet and exercise program. I've got 4 more years of resistance fighting in me.  I'm almost sure of it.

P.S. Halloween didn't help.  I tried to socially distance with the candy giving.  Only 2 trick or treaters showed up, 4 if you include the 2 mosquitoes that died and I found floating in my margarita.  Now I have all that candy left, somewhere in the house.  Tom hid it from me.  I love that man.  


Yes, I sat outside on Halloween blaring the Carmina Burana by Carl Orf, eating bbq potato chips and drinking margaritas.  Seemed appropriate.  Maybe a glass of wine, too.  Nobody complained.  I'm outta control.   

Here's the real thing.  


Sunday, October 25, 2020

Apprehension and then some

It isn't that I don't have anything to say.  I am simply paralyzed by apprehension* about the upcoming U.S. elections.  

Here are this morning's Florida numbers for people who have already either early voted, or voted by mail.   Please note this just lists the information by political party.  It does not indicate who each person voted for.  And there are over 14 million registered voters in Florida.  Still, it gives me hope.  

2,076, 621 Republican's have voted to date.

2,440,470 Democrats have voted to date.

*Apprehension
noun

1 he was filled with apprehension: anxiety, worry, unease, nervousness, nerves, misgivings, disquiet, concern, tension, trepidation, perturbation, consternation, angst, dread, alarm, fear, foreboding; informal butterflies, jitters, the willies, the creeps, the shivers, the heebie-jeebies. ANTONYMS confidence.


Sunday, October 18, 2020

A Trumpkin

I sure would like to make some of these in other languages.  If you can translate into any other language than Spanish, English, French, or German please send me the translation in a comment below.  Many thanks.  






Wednesday, October 14, 2020

Preference?

I'm not religious. I know I sound like it sometimes, but that's because I was indoctrinated at an early age, and I often think in religious terms. I was raised Catholic (pre-Vatican II) and I know the mind set, the dogma, the mystical beauty, as well as the disturbing elements of this religion. You might say I am "culturally Catholic."

Amy Coney Barrett, the woman currently undergoing confirmation hearings for RBG's spot on the U.S. Supreme Court, recently referred to LBGTQ as a "sexual preference." If she was really a woman of faith, she would accept that God has created some segment of the population as LGBTQ in all countries all over the world since the dawn of time. It is not a "preference." If there is a God, it is Her will. I'm gonna trust in God's wisdom on this one.



Tuesday, September 22, 2020

I had too much to dream last night

I had a disturbing dream, one wherein I was losing my short term memory.  I guess that must be a concern to me or my unconscious mind wouldn't torment me with it while I slept.  

In the dream I was talking to a friend.  I was supposed to meet Tom afterwards.  I once knew where I was to meet him, but as I talked to my friend a wall went up in my dream mind and I simply couldn't find that memory.  I knew I had to meet him, but I had absolutely no memory of where.  The memory was behind a wall.  

I wonder if that's what it is like to lose short term memory?  The insurmountable wall.  





Thursday, September 10, 2020

There are no suckers or losers in the U.S. Military #3 - last one, I promise

 There are no suckers or losers in the U.S. Military.

My 5th great grandfather, Jesse Rector, served as a foot soldier in the Revolutionary War. Jesse and his older brother James both participated in the siege of Yorktown, culminating in Lord Cornwallis' surrender to George Washington on 19 Oct 1781. According to the Yorktown national Historical Park literature, "The American victory at Yorktown, the last major battle of the American Revolution, secured independence for the United States and significantly changed the course of world history
One of his son’s, Isaac Rector, applied for membership in the Sons of the American Revolution based on Jesse’s service. He wrote as follows:
“My knowledge of my father’s service as a soldier in the Revolution is derived from what I have heard him say on the subject. I have often heard him speak of being a soldier in the Revolutionary War. He belonged to a Virginia regiment of militia organized early in 1781 and disbanded soon after the surrender of Cornwallis. He served with his regiment at the siege of Yorktown and was present at the surrender.
I have heard him say when his regiment reached Yorktown our lines were six hundred yards from those of the British, and that before the surrender they were moved up to within three hundred yards. He said that at the latter distance our troops could hear the crashing of the walls of the houses within the town as they were knocked down by our artillery. He said as the British General Cornwallis marched up through Virginia, he gathered up all the good horses he could find. After the surrender our troops found he had many of the horses killed or driven into the river and drowned to prevent them falling into our hands; that the tide washed many of them ashore and that the air was foul with the odor of their decaying carcasses.
He said he saw the British troops march out and stack their arms and spoke of the angry manner in which some of the soldiers put down their guns. He also spoke of the fine music he heard by the bands on the French fleet after the surrender."
--Isaac Rector, 1891