Life in the fast lane--where's the on ramp?

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Thursday, November 14, 2024

The Epidemic

In the summer of 1951 or 1952, there was a polio epidemic in this country. At that time it was thought the virus was in the water of the swimming hole where the kids from our village played. Or it was in fruit that had fallen from the tree or spread by anyone who sneezed. One boy in our village... Sign in to see full entry.

Wednesday, November 13, 2024

I'm Over It!

Whatever bee was in my bonnet yesterday about old "slings and arrows of outrageous fortune" - it has flown away this morning to aggravate someone else. Not going to let antique pissants get under my skin today. In fact, I think that may be a good idea for peace and contentment in today's world:... Sign in to see full entry.

Tuesday, November 12, 2024

Insult to Injury

My ex married his 2nd wife (later he described this as the biggest mistake he ever made) at a chapel in the town of Silver Dollar City, MO. This was a few months after our divorce, a hurry up there's a baby coming wedding far out of town. That destination had been where we had honeymooned shortly... Sign in to see full entry.

Monday, November 11, 2024

(Not so) Surprising

I don't read the ads that pop up between games of Solitaire here on my PC. Usually. But today I saw an article/ad about Kohl's department store, which has a store in the shopping center near me. It says Kohl's gives a 15% discount to all customers who are 60 years old or older - but they have to ask... Sign in to see full entry.

Sunday, November 10, 2024

1950: The Way It Was

In Salkum, the mountain foothill village where I grew up, there was a general store/post office where we picked up our mail and shopped for food we didn't grow ourselves. We looked forward to receiving the Sears Roebuck catalog every summer, where we could pick out our school clothes and Mama could... Sign in to see full entry.

Saturday, November 9, 2024

Procrastination as an Art Form

Madame Crankybritches woke up this morning with a clear vision of what she wanted to accomplish. Priority #1 of course was coffee -- and not a bland, tasteless cup of decaf, but a strong and bitter cup of the darkest roast she had in her pantry - Peets. She set the coffeemaker to work while she... Sign in to see full entry.

Friday, November 8, 2024

Saint Louis Blues -- W.C. Handy, composer 1914

I hate to see the evening sun go down I hate to see the evening sun go down It makes me think I'm on my last 'go round Feeling tomorrow like I feel today Feeling tomorrow like I feel today I'll pack my dreams and make my get away Saint Louis woman with her diamond rings Pulls dat man around by her... Sign in to see full entry.

Thursday, November 7, 2024

Thinking about the good old days this morning

Thinking about a settler's cabin on a homestead in the woods; outhouse, horse drawn plow to till enough ground to make a garden, a few chickens for eggs & meat, wood burning stove and a woodshed, with a well and a pump, a galvanized washtub and a clothesline. A storeroom stocked with home-canned... Sign in to see full entry.

Wednesday, November 6, 2024

Song Lyrics from way back when

Melancholy Baby - (chorus) Come to me my melancholy baby cuddle up and don't feel blue. All your fears are foolish fancies maybe, You know dear, that I'm in love with you. Every cloud must have a silver lining, just wait until the sun shines through. Smile my honey dear, while I kiss away each tear,... Sign in to see full entry.

Monday, November 4, 2024

Fingers Crossed Monday.

This is the last day of early voting, tomorrow's the big game. Hope burns brightly for this last day or so - and fingers crossed hope is all that burns. Things I'm looking forward to -- the last obnoxious political ad, and the end of media predictions and endless blathering rallies. Not looking... Sign in to see full entry.

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