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Downhill from 1974
We look today and see homeless, high prices, inflation, war and think has there been such a time before. Yes. And this one started after 1974.
The war in Nam was still hurting. Numbers of men had been killed. Families left without husbands, sons and support. Hippies protested which became riots which became beatings and arrests by law enforcing government orders. I can't remember the saying..something about turn on and drop out?
Drugs followed soldiers home and took over the youth. PTSD tore more lives apart.
Nixon became the symbol of corruption in government and a reason to distrust government even more. Free love and the pill showed women they had the same rights as men. Minority races either fought for rights or fought each other...the Black Panthers.
Rich became the enemy and Patty Herst turned her back on her familys wealth. Porn sneaked it ways into main stream society.
The boom of WW2 had boosted the economy and the norm was touted as the 2 bedroom house with the picket fence in the burbs, the station wagon, the 2 children, mom at home and the vacation to the Grand Canyon. Factory jobs pushed the American Dream.
But, the 70s showed a down turn. Factories closed and jobs moved over seas. Inflation ate into pockets. Gas went up and confidence went down. Hobos became homeless. Rents went up. Housing went up.
The horrors of napalm, bombings, refugees and taxes turned people against each other. Wages went up and prices went up to counter the profit margins of companies.
Divorces rose and peace and love were a fantasy.
So what is today is nothing new. It just continues. Altho, looking back..we should have said this ain't bad..just you wait.
The war in Nam was still hurting. Numbers of men had been killed. Families left without husbands, sons and support. Hippies protested which became riots which became beatings and arrests by law enforcing government orders. I can't remember the saying..something about turn on and drop out?
Drugs followed soldiers home and took over the youth. PTSD tore more lives apart.Nixon became the symbol of corruption in government and a reason to distrust government even more. Free love and the pill showed women they had the same rights as men. Minority races either fought for rights or fought each other...the Black Panthers.
Rich became the enemy and Patty Herst turned her back on her familys wealth. Porn sneaked it ways into main stream society.
The boom of WW2 had boosted the economy and the norm was touted as the 2 bedroom house with the picket fence in the burbs, the station wagon, the 2 children, mom at home and the vacation to the Grand Canyon. Factory jobs pushed the American Dream.
But, the 70s showed a down turn. Factories closed and jobs moved over seas. Inflation ate into pockets. Gas went up and confidence went down. Hobos became homeless. Rents went up. Housing went up.
The horrors of napalm, bombings, refugees and taxes turned people against each other. Wages went up and prices went up to counter the profit margins of companies.
Divorces rose and peace and love were a fantasy.
So what is today is nothing new. It just continues. Altho, looking back..we should have said this ain't bad..just you wait.
I was sort of hoping,
I was sort of hoping,
That you would come along,
Like the answer to a prayer,
And the music to a song.
Like the kind of thing that happens,
At a special place and time,
That will change our lives forever,
Like a fantasy of mine.
The fantasy was there before,
I ever knew your name,
And now that I have found you,
We will never be the same.
So, pardon, if I look at you,
Forgive me if I stare,
At the fantasy I knew before,
I saw you standing there.
For I was always hoping,
That you would come along,
Like the answer to a prayer,
And the music to a song
That you would come along,
Like the answer to a prayer,
And the music to a song.
Like the kind of thing that happens,
At a special place and time,
That will change our lives forever,
Like a fantasy of mine.
The fantasy was there before,
I ever knew your name,
And now that I have found you,
We will never be the same.
So, pardon, if I look at you,
Forgive me if I stare,
At the fantasy I knew before,
I saw you standing there.
For I was always hoping,
That you would come along,
Like the answer to a prayer,
And the music to a song
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The cookie jar...
A while back, I bought some cashews in a plastic jar with removable lid. when the cashews were gone, I decided to clean and reuse the container. Sometimes, it's for storage of workshop parts, screws, bolts, washers, etc. This time, I decided to use the empty to hold Ginger Snaps. The brand I buy (from the dollar store) come in a bag so I figured it would be easier than clipping the bag each time I wanted a cookie.
The cookies have sugar so I only have 1 or 2 a week and noticed after a month, they aren't as crunchy as when the bag was first opened or when clipped every time I opened. Obviously, it's the air in the container making them stale where I'm unable to close tight like the bag.
As kids, my grandmother baked so well, that neighbors would come to watch her, taking notes as she kept all her secret recipes in her head!
My brother told me she used to work in a bakery and that's where she honed her cooking skills.
As far as her cookies go, when we visited, she would wrap her freshly baked cookies (chocolate chip were her best) in wax paper and aluminum foil for us to bring home.
We weren't concerned about sugar then, so the cookies weren't around long enough to become stale.
Something to note... her secret for soft chocolate chip cookies was substituting orange juice for milk in the recipe.
The cookies have sugar so I only have 1 or 2 a week and noticed after a month, they aren't as crunchy as when the bag was first opened or when clipped every time I opened. Obviously, it's the air in the container making them stale where I'm unable to close tight like the bag.
As kids, my grandmother baked so well, that neighbors would come to watch her, taking notes as she kept all her secret recipes in her head!
My brother told me she used to work in a bakery and that's where she honed her cooking skills.
As far as her cookies go, when we visited, she would wrap her freshly baked cookies (chocolate chip were her best) in wax paper and aluminum foil for us to bring home.
We weren't concerned about sugar then, so the cookies weren't around long enough to become stale.
Something to note... her secret for soft chocolate chip cookies was substituting orange juice for milk in the recipe.
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Masking up...
I noticed the local pharmacy had remove the plastic shields at the registers. None of the grocery store staff are wearing masks. A small percentage of the customers in several stores are making up.
Things appeared to be getting back to normal and now I see the office staff at two physician's office are masking up this month saying some of their patients have tested positive for COVID, or variant.
Working remote and only go to my office when needed keeps me away from the crowd. At least seven friends, coworkers and family have been hit. Some had COVID more than a year ago and describe this round as headaches, sore throat, fever, but all said little or no respiratory issues they experienced before. Some only self-quarantined 3 to 4 days or until they test negative.
I'm planning a trip to see my brother next month and since his kidney transplant, is under visitor restriction. I'll be staying in the guest bedroom at his house.
The flight to see him doesn't have any non-stop flights and the last time I have to use 2 different airlines. My preference is to book the same airline for the entire trip with the connecting flight in a smaller airport with less wait between flights.
I'll bring along some test kits and mask up while on the plane.
Things appeared to be getting back to normal and now I see the office staff at two physician's office are masking up this month saying some of their patients have tested positive for COVID, or variant.
Working remote and only go to my office when needed keeps me away from the crowd. At least seven friends, coworkers and family have been hit. Some had COVID more than a year ago and describe this round as headaches, sore throat, fever, but all said little or no respiratory issues they experienced before. Some only self-quarantined 3 to 4 days or until they test negative.
I'm planning a trip to see my brother next month and since his kidney transplant, is under visitor restriction. I'll be staying in the guest bedroom at his house.
The flight to see him doesn't have any non-stop flights and the last time I have to use 2 different airlines. My preference is to book the same airline for the entire trip with the connecting flight in a smaller airport with less wait between flights.
I'll bring along some test kits and mask up while on the plane.
AT LAST
At last, when all the summer shine
That warmed life's early hours is past,
Your loving fingers seek for mine
And hold them close at last at last!
Not oft the robin comes to build
Its nest upon the leafless bough
By autumn robbed, by winter chilled,
But you, dear heart, you love me now.
Though there are shadows on my brow
And furrows on my cheek, in truth,
The marks where Time's remorseless plough
Broke up the blooming sward of Youth,
Though fled is every girlish grace
Might win or hold a lover's vow,
Despite my sad and faded face,
And darkened heart, you love me now!
I count no more my wasted tears;
They left no echo of their fall;
I mourn no more my lonesome years;
This blessed hour atones for all.
I fear not all that Time or Fate
May bring to burden heart or brow,
Strong in the love that came so late,
Our souls shall keep it always now!
That warmed life's early hours is past,
Your loving fingers seek for mine
And hold them close at last at last!
Not oft the robin comes to build
Its nest upon the leafless bough
By autumn robbed, by winter chilled,
But you, dear heart, you love me now.
Though there are shadows on my brow
And furrows on my cheek, in truth,
The marks where Time's remorseless plough
Broke up the blooming sward of Youth,
Though fled is every girlish grace
Might win or hold a lover's vow,
Despite my sad and faded face,
And darkened heart, you love me now!
I count no more my wasted tears;
They left no echo of their fall;
I mourn no more my lonesome years;
This blessed hour atones for all.
I fear not all that Time or Fate
May bring to burden heart or brow,
Strong in the love that came so late,
Our souls shall keep it always now!
Getting nowhere fast.
Three days have sauntered by and in the fourth I find myself a speeding bullet trying to rebuild the things I deconstructed in my leisure time. Energy is rushing, somersaulting through the pathways cleared and rearranged, the hidden seen again, things lost I had not missed restored and gleaming with the secrets they have gathered while I was out of touch.
Strange surgery, this throwing out of excess, unused or barely broken. A tiny voice says pass it on to someone, another voice says why? It had a good life. Was well used and cherished while it served its purpose. Let it go. Let yourself go free of all these sticky things that cluster close against you creating moments in the past that make you prisoner.
Now there’s a truth I do not want to face! How much I tie me down to moments so stale a scavenger would pass them by as having no more flavour. The photographs of me, of others burned somewhere in memory of times gone by, or if Time has siphoned off the pictures nestled in my brain, well does it matter if I throw out the things I have forgotten?
Letting go is so much work. The fingers are so stubborn, holding fast to shapes no longer valid, words lost in years of air between then and now, diluted like the bones of Caesar, mere molecules I breathe to keep the furnace flaming at the center of my life.
So much soot, this pointless baggage that I cherish. Ill-burning coal that makes more smoke than heat, yet as I strip me down again to basics I see my mother’s face as she says it might be useful someday, my voice sounds cold, my words unkindly echo in my soul when I say but not to me.
I like the bare bones gleaming in the half light as I wander through my days and nights. I love the feeling of unfettered; the thought that I can fit my life into a bag and go, although I do build stacks of books each place I pause then leave them and replace them, eternal friends with words and meanings to explore from every perspective as I move and change. Learning to let go.
Strange surgery, this throwing out of excess, unused or barely broken. A tiny voice says pass it on to someone, another voice says why? It had a good life. Was well used and cherished while it served its purpose. Let it go. Let yourself go free of all these sticky things that cluster close against you creating moments in the past that make you prisoner.
Now there’s a truth I do not want to face! How much I tie me down to moments so stale a scavenger would pass them by as having no more flavour. The photographs of me, of others burned somewhere in memory of times gone by, or if Time has siphoned off the pictures nestled in my brain, well does it matter if I throw out the things I have forgotten?
Letting go is so much work. The fingers are so stubborn, holding fast to shapes no longer valid, words lost in years of air between then and now, diluted like the bones of Caesar, mere molecules I breathe to keep the furnace flaming at the center of my life.
So much soot, this pointless baggage that I cherish. Ill-burning coal that makes more smoke than heat, yet as I strip me down again to basics I see my mother’s face as she says it might be useful someday, my voice sounds cold, my words unkindly echo in my soul when I say but not to me.
I like the bare bones gleaming in the half light as I wander through my days and nights. I love the feeling of unfettered; the thought that I can fit my life into a bag and go, although I do build stacks of books each place I pause then leave them and replace them, eternal friends with words and meanings to explore from every perspective as I move and change. Learning to let go.
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I have an ambition! (part 2)
About a month ago, I published a blog, where I essentially said that I wanted to be more important at work, because I felt that I deserved it.
A few days ago - it happened! At first I thought I was in trouble, because he opened up with the classic "I need to speak to you in an office, privately". My mind raced, thinking I was gonna get fired. However, it was not the case!
We have had a temp worker for the past 2 months whom we are hiring, so my job is about to change. I was given the key to the main gate, and I was told that I was gonna be in charge of closing up the warehouse when my shift ended, essentially replacing the current person who does that, which is my team leader, and I will have our newest employee under me, doing my job. What it means, essentially, is a promotion. I am not sure if my pay is going to be higher, or if it's the same wage, but what I do know, is that hard work pays off!
I, for one, am thrilled!
A few days ago - it happened! At first I thought I was in trouble, because he opened up with the classic "I need to speak to you in an office, privately". My mind raced, thinking I was gonna get fired. However, it was not the case!
We have had a temp worker for the past 2 months whom we are hiring, so my job is about to change. I was given the key to the main gate, and I was told that I was gonna be in charge of closing up the warehouse when my shift ended, essentially replacing the current person who does that, which is my team leader, and I will have our newest employee under me, doing my job. What it means, essentially, is a promotion. I am not sure if my pay is going to be higher, or if it's the same wage, but what I do know, is that hard work pays off!
I, for one, am thrilled!
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Did the ground move 4 you
A rare, powerful earthquake struck Morocco, sending people racing from their beds into the streets and toppling buildings in mountainous villages and ancient cities not built to withstand such force.
More than 1,000 people were killed, and the toll was expected to rise as rescuers struggled to reach hard-hit remote areas where the dead were buried even as desperate efforts were underway to save those trapped.
The magnitude-6.8 quake, the biggest to hit the North African country in 120 years, sent people fleeing their homes in terror and disbelief. One man said dishes and wall hangings began raining down, and people were knocked off their feet. The enormity of the destruction came into view in the daylight.
The quake brought down walls made from stone and masonry not constructed to endure quakes, covering whole communities with rubble and leaving residents picking their way precariously through remains.
More than 1,000 people were killed, and the toll was expected to rise as rescuers struggled to reach hard-hit remote areas where the dead were buried even as desperate efforts were underway to save those trapped.
The magnitude-6.8 quake, the biggest to hit the North African country in 120 years, sent people fleeing their homes in terror and disbelief. One man said dishes and wall hangings began raining down, and people were knocked off their feet. The enormity of the destruction came into view in the daylight.
The quake brought down walls made from stone and masonry not constructed to endure quakes, covering whole communities with rubble and leaving residents picking their way precariously through remains.
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Advertising makes the world go round...
As much as I hate to admit it, a world without advertising doesn't spin very well. Products and services everywhere require advertisements for survival. Something on sale in the grocery store sells better when it's advertised, especially when the price is reduced.
Now, when I use my GPS and reach my destination, Google advertises local businesses on my cellphone. Maybe one day I'll actually use one of their suggestions.
Now, when I use my GPS and reach my destination, Google advertises local businesses on my cellphone. Maybe one day I'll actually use one of their suggestions.
Who made god?
“Religion is an insult to human dignity. Without it you would have good people doing good things and evil people doing evil things.
But for good people to do evil things, that takes religion.”
? Steven Weinberg
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But for good people to do evil things, that takes religion.”
? Steven Weinberg
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