Moment by Moment

The Ultimate in Restaurant Decor!

2012-01-30T14:40:00.002-05:00

The other evening my sis-in-law and I went out for supper. We visited a local Mexican restaurant close by. Bro didn't want to leave the house with workmen still there, so we brought his supper to him. But I digress.

This place looked small from the outside, but upon entering, I found it to be quite large. It was divided into dining areas by walkways with railings and posts. Each dining area had maybe seating for 25 to 30 people. It sort of seemed like a maze, but was well tended, so you didn't mind walking to a certain area.

Now, let me tell you about the decor. And I am not stretching the truth here at all. Once inside the first set of doors, the next set entering the restaurant were coated, inside and out, with tensile. Yet, you read right, tensile. Like we use at Christmas time. Garish, silver, gold, red, blue and green tensile, covered the doors, along with lights...colored lights. (the small ones we use on our Christmas trees.)

Then inside, it was like entering a fairy land of tensile and lights. Every surface, pole, railing, light fixture, and door way was covered in brightly colored tensile and then topped with lights. Millions of lights! And here and there were mirrors placed strategically to reflect the millions of lights. From the ceilings, which were painted black, there were string after string of icicle lights and more strings of multicolored twinkle lights. Some of them even blinked!

It was a sight to behold. You really "had to be there" to believe it. I have never seen so many lights in one place. And this was not for Christmas and they hadn't taken it down yet. No, it's like this all the time. I remarked to the cashier upon leaving that this was certainly not only a culinary experience (the food was excellent) but a visionary one as well. She replied, Oh, you get used to it after a while, and think nothing of it!" Sis-in-law has a retired friend who worked there as a waitress for over 30 years, and that was her only job. The place was packed, so I know that the decor didn't "turn people of." In fact, the light show probably has something to do with stimulating the appetite. Who knows! All I could say when we walked out was, "WOW!"

Peace,

God's Plan or Problem, take your pick!

2012-01-30T12:36:00.002-05:00

Sometimes someone sends me a "funny" that seems like it really hits home. I think this is "freakin" hilarious, and so true in my case. (Except I would change "little old man" to "grieving husband.")

God's Problem Now.

His wife's graveside
service was just barely finished, when there was
a massive clap of thunder, followed by a tremendous
bolt of lightning, accompanied by even more thunder
rumbling in the distance. The little, old man
looked at the pastor and calmly said,
'Well, she's there.

Sunset Over Texas

2012-01-23T18:56:00.002-05:00

I thought it was time to bring everyone up to date with my "goings on." I am vacationing in Texas right now with my brother and sister-in-law. It is beautiful here. Not like back home in the Midwest where they are up to their whatevers in snow and slush and rain and gray days. Since I arrived via American Airlines on January 10, it has been warm and sunny. One day it was too cool to be out because of the wind, but otherwise it's been comfortable. And I am enjoying it to the fullest. I am eating well, and healthy, and resting well in a California King bed where when I stretch out both arms, I can't reach either side of the bed from the middle. (Alone, unfortunately!!) But I am having fun and relaxing. I go out on the deck and enjoy the sun, watch a little TV, (or a lot) and visit with Bro and Sis. It's fun. I do have pangs of homesickness once in a while, but they pass. Especially when I hear from the kids and friends back home.

Too soon, I'm sure, it will be time to board the big silver bird and head home, but until then, I intend to really soak up the sunshine, and enjoy the beautiful sunsets over Texas!

Rambling On!

2012-01-09T12:37:00.002-05:00

These are observations, thoughts, and points of view that come to mind as I sit here trying to write a blog that sounds somewhat interesting before I leave on my "vacation." (My kids claim I can't call it a vacation because I'm retired, thus on a permanent vacation.)

I looked the house over for a instruction booklet to a piece of electronic gadgetry and couldn't find it. Prof leafed through the magazines on the coffee table and "voila" there it was. I had been through that pile of stuff at least a dozen times.

I had a huge suitcase packed to go on my trip (when I thought about driving) and am now trying to repack into a carry-on size bag because I am "cheap" and don't want to pay American Airlines the $25.00 to check a bag. Personally, I think that for the price I paid for the ticket, I should be able to check the first bag for free. Evidently, "Full fare" doesn't cover a ticket for the over 65 generation.

My brother simplified my packing by sending me a list of stuff that I left there the last time I was there so I didn't have to bring so much stuff the next time. Good for him.

I wanted to take my crochet hooks on the plane, but I don't know if they are allowed. (and I can't find a phone number to call to find out.) If not and I pack them, they will just toss them. So, I guess I will wait until I get there and go to a Hobby Lobby and buy still another set.

I hate the fact that, even though she's willing, Prof has to take time off her job to take me to the airport. Her idea, not mine. She has to work an extra hour the rest of the days this week to make it up in order to get paid. Sucks!

Why are my hands always cold? The only time they are really warm is in the middle of the night after they have been under the covers for a few hours.

This winter has been kind to us midwesterners so far. Maybe I should knock on wood. Of course, wait until sectional tourney basketball time. It always gets in its last "nasties" then.

Two years ago, I installed (well, Alan, my handyguy, installed) a ventless gas fireplace in my living room. I love it. The only drawback is that when I have the gas turned on, even with the pilot light burning, Prof is plagued by headaches. I swear there are no fumes, and I even bought a new carbon monoxide detector and have it going 24/7. So we turned it off and haven't been using it since Christmas, and her headaches are gone. It doesn't bother me or Kiddo, but I don't want her to be ill. Strange!!!

We still have the Christmas tree up. No ornaments on it anymore, just the tree and lights. Prof and Kiddo promised to take it down while I am gone. I am going out and take the wreath down and remove the red bows from the lights today!

My house needs a thorough cleaning. You know, the move the furniture, sweep everywhere, remove dust bunnies, mop the kitchen an bathroom floors on hand and knees instead of the "swiffer" job that usually suffices. I had planned to have a cleaning lady twice a month to do the "deep" cleaning and maybe I could keep the rest nice. That plan got dashed in a hurry!!!

I spend entirely too much time on the computer. And crocheting. And reading on the Kindle. But all are fun. Maybe that's why there's dust bunnies, dirt, and stuff that needs to be cleaned.

That's all folks! Have a good week.

Peace,

A Christmas Thought

2012-01-05T21:17:00.002-05:00

"I’ve always pictured Mary in her “blue Mary outfit” with the angelic halo around her head, the animals standing in the silent reverence. Joseph standing beside Mary, and the shepherds kneeling in front of the newborn child. Isn’t that what the nativity scene on our courthouse lawn depicts? But I doubt that is the way it really was. Mary had to deliver her firstborn into the world with as much straining, blood, and afterbirth as the rest of the mothers who had given birth before her. She didn’t have the luxury of an epidural, heart-monitoring machines, and forceps. There were only an few barn animals and her husband Joseph to witness the birth of our Savior.
I’ll tell you whom I feel sorry for--all the people in the inn who missed it. They were there! There were in the same time period. They didn’t have to learn of this event 2000 years after the fact…like we did. While they were lying in their beds, trying to get some rest…they missed it! They could have just walked right out to the stable behind the inn and witnessed the coming of the Messiah! But, no, they were too busy with the mundane to notice the Eternal!"

(by: Mark Lowry, author, singer, Christian comedian.)

Made me stop and think.

Peace,
JE

This is just plain FUNNY!

2012-01-05T16:23:00.003-05:00

No matter how you feel about your faith, this is just too funny. Compliments of my own son! He cracks me up sometimes. This was one of those time. Enjoy!

Peace, (when I'm not still giggling!)
JE

Flat Tires!!

2012-01-03T11:16:00.003-05:00

What a way to start the new year! Last night Prof offered to buy my dinner at an Applebees in the next city south of us. We dropped off Kiddo at a buddy's house, then took off for the city. We had a wonderful dinner at Applebees. I had ribs, she had steak. Then, after stopping in at Starbucks, where I had nothing, she had her vinte peppermint mocha, we started home. We were almost back to Our Town when I heard a not so familiar rumble. Prof said, Daddy-O, I think we have a flat tire. Damn! She was right. I just had that slow leak fixed in that tire two weeks ago, too. So we slowly limped into the nearby Builder's Mart parking lot, parked and got out to inspect. Same tire...flat again. We called my daughter-in-law who came to our rescue. It was about 8:00 PM and about +15 degrees with snow flying and wind gusts up to 40 mph and dark! I left my car sit in the parking lot, under a flood light and came on home. The tire shop where I trade all the time was closed for the night.
This morning I arose around 6:45 after a restless night's sleep (knowing I have to get up at a certain time sure puts a kink into my sleeping since I retired.) I took Prof to work so I could use her car. I then went to the tire shop. I know the owners well, and have traded there for about 40 years. They agreed to send someone to do what ever was needed to get my car to the shop, fix the tire and call me. I am waiting on their call now.
When I had my car serviced last month, the 16 point inspection showed that my back tires were in the yellow "caution" area and they even told me how much tread was left. Since I only drive about 10,000 miles or less yearly, I wasn't too concerned. But, I guess I should have been. I am expecting that when Scotty, the tire guy, calls me, I will need two new tires. This wasn't in the financial plan for this month since I just bought a plane ticket to Texas and plan to be gone a month. But I also can't rely on shoddy tires in the winter.
I have had very few flats in my 50 years of driving. Most of them have been in the dead of winter. When I was young, I would hop to it and get it changed, but now, with the new style of jacks, and having it placed just so, and the new fangled lug wrenches, I don't know where to begin. And, I have arthritis in the knees, ankles and hands. It's just easier to call Scotty, the tire guy, and let them do it. I am thinking about joining AARP's Auto Club! At least if I get caught out of town, I would have someone to call!

Peace,
JE

Another New Year

2012-01-01T13:29:00.003-05:00

Happy New Year!

Blessings to all my readers and followers. May you all have a healthy and prosperous 2012. Keep the faith, seek the silver lining, and be happy!

Peace,
JE

"What Are You Doing New Year's Eve?"

2011-12-31T10:11:00.002-05:00

No loud parties. No noise makers. No crazy party hats! I am going to stay home out of the way of the "buzzed" drivers. I will have a roaring fire in the fireplace, maybe mix up a pitcher of something containing a little NYE cheer, and will be comfortably ensconced in my recliner by said fire. I will watch a little TV, read a good book on my Kindle, and maybe crochet a few rows.
What a "party animal" I am! Well, I have done the party routine many times. I have "tied one on" many times, too. I can remember New Year's Eves spent in the Big City going from bar to bar, getting smashed, and then feeling like a polar bear is lying on my tongue the next day. I can also remember standing in LONG lines to get into movie theaters on NYE. One year we went to see "Where Eagles Dare" and another year "Swiss Family Robinson." Both times were with my wife, and my favorite uncle T and aunt K, along with various other members of the family. Those were the fun times and fond memories abound.
I guess I am getting old! But I refuse to consider myself lame or any other adjective used to describe the fact that I would rather be at home on NYE. Prof said she doesn't have concrete plans for the evening, and may be at home, too. We'll see.
This is the first year that I haven't been invited to go somewhere. And the thought of having a bunch of people in for a party is not a pleasant one. Call me an old fogie, but I really would rather do my own thing tonight. In out of the cold, and safe at home.

Happy New Year!
Peace,
JE

Plaid!

2011-12-30T17:58:00.001-05:00

Many years ago, an uncle of my late wife did some research on their family tartan. He tracked it down, found it was no longer being woven, but he could order up a bolt or two for over $100.00 per yard. He sent out correspondence to the family members wanting us each to buy a yard or two. We didn't! I was snooping on the internet the other day and found a place that you could order family tartans. Lo and behold, there was my wife's family tartan listed. Here's what it looks like. The price is now $280 a yard. No, I don't think I will!

Peace,
JE

What I Read #87

2011-12-27T12:43:00.002-05:00

The Guilty Plea by Robert Rotenberg: An okay read. Nothing exceptional, but worth the time.

Happy Reading,
JE

Paper or Plastic?

2011-12-23T09:38:00.002-05:00

Due to the kid's work schedules, we had our family Christmas celebration yesterday. It was so much fun watching the "baby grands" unwrap their stuff. Little R.J. finally got the tissue out of his one gift bag and discovered that there was a "sock" monkey in there. He pulled it out then put it back in the bag...several times. The "Divine Miss K" helped us all unwrap our gifts, plus spent many minutes hugging her new 40" teddy bear. I unwrapped my new Kindle.
After dinner and peace and quiet finally descended once more, I began the journey into e-books. There was a lot to do before I can begin downloading books, but I persevered, and got my Amazon account set up, and logged on to the Kindle, and then started perusing the many thousands of books available.
While I was sitting there in my chair learning away, Prof was sitting on the couch studying the new Nook she got last week. She had to set up an account with Barnes and Noble for hers. And so on.
I sampled a couple of books just to see what my Kindle would do. She did the same on the Nook. After a while she said that she wasn't sure she was going to keep the Nook. She is a complete bibliophile and loves books. She said that she felt like some sort of traitor to her many books, and that plastic could not take the place of paper in this instance. I laughed, but understood. She, who when she moved back from Montana, had a U-Haul trailer containing, along with her other stuff, 48 boxes of books! She loves books! So, the jury is still out on whether or not she is returning the Nook. I, on the other hand, love the small hand-held Kindle. I can store books on it so I don't have to have loaded book shelves in my house that collect a lot of dust. A Kindle is lighter to hold in my arthritic hands, and I don't have to keep track of a bookmark. Today, I am going to our local library and signing up for "Overdrive." That is an online service provided by libraries now that lets you borrow books for up to two weeks on your "e-reader" free of charge as long as you have a valid library card from your local library. There are lots and lots of free titles available and the list is growing daily.
So, as for me, I will choose plastic (or whatever the Kindle is made from) while Prof could very well choose paper!

Peace,
JE

What I Read #86

2011-12-23T09:35:00.002-05:00

The Drop by Michael Connelly: Excellent read! I highly recommend you suspense/mystery readers don't miss this latest Harry Bosch novel. It's a good one.

Happy Reading,
JE

My Early Christmas Present

2011-12-21T20:07:00.001-05:00

I received an early Christmas present today. I was leaving Walmart and as I walked past the checkout stands, there stood Tyler. Now, let me explain. My first year at the school that I retired from, Ty was in the sixth grade. He was a special little guy. He had a hard time sitting still, and didn't learn too well, but he put forth so much effort. He and I connected that year. I helped him with his math and English. He rewarded me with effort.
When Tyler moved up stairs to the 7th grade hall, he and I became closer because he spent time in my study hall. He continued to struggle with English, but math finally started making sense to him. He also got interested in origami. He devoured book after book about the subject and became proficient at many of the harder folds. He was always stopping in my room to show me his latest creation. (His biggest feat was making a crane with a 36 inch wing span. It hung in my room for two years, until the fire Marshall deemed it unsafe to have it hanging so close to the ceiling. Prof took it to Montana when she moved there and it hung in her room until it was so faded that it just needed to be pitched.)
As Tyler matured, he became tall and thin and turned into a natural runner. During his career in HS, he set records in cross country and track. He also told me that he finally discovered that the words on the pages in the textbooks finally meant something.
Ty's mom and dad were divorced many years ago, and he lived with his mom and two sisters. His family was one of the first families to have a home built by Habitat for Humanity. I got well acquainted with Ty's mom during his high school years. They had no car, and she was a regular rider on our transit bus when I drove for them.
Tyler graduated on time from HS, and even tried community college. He finally joined the Army. I have kept track of Tyler through his mom and sisters. He is doing well in the Armed Services. Which brings me back to the present situation.
Tyler saw me and came at me with arms extended. I stuck out a hand to shake his, but he said,"I want more than a hand shake. I want a hug!" There in Walmart, in front of many passersby, Tyler gave me the most heartfelt hug. He towered over me by about 6 inches, but the smile was still the same.
As we walked out of the store together, I turned to Tyler and said to him, "Thank you for serving our country and keeping us safe."
Tyler, said to me, "Mr. F, I am the one who should be thanking you. Without your friendship and guidance, I wouldn't have been able to do what I am doing. So, thank you."
Like I said, Christmas came early for me today.

Peace,
JE

There's a Blog in here Somewhere!

2011-12-21T11:45:00.004-05:00

I taught English for several years, both on the college level and in public schools. (In the public schools, I team-taught with a seasoned English teacher.) After retirement, and much time to think about the reasons that students of every age and learning ability have such a hard time with our "written" language, I have concluded that it is because English requires too much memorization.

Think about it, we have, "there, their, and they're," and "bear and bare" (I have friends that spell their last name "Bair" and another friend who's maiden name was "Baer.") We have to deal with "to,too, and two," "sit, set, sat," and the whole (hole) "whom, who, who's, whose" thing is really confusing.

Years ago, we had an exchange student from Japan. She spoke English, but when she had to write it, she was a mess. In Japanese, there is a special or separate word for everything. Spanish, which is what I took in HS, is much the same way. Why didn't the creators of the written English do the the same thing? It would have made teaching it so much easier.

We confuse the issue even more by using same spelling but different pronunciation of many of our words. Such a, "I read the paper this morning," and "What do you like to read?" Oh my. The list could go on for a long while.

As a student and teacher of the English language, I have come to the conclusion that it's much easier to speak it than it is to write it. But, we must continue to teach our students to be good writers as well as readers. (And I am saving the new "text-speak" for another blasting blog!)

I think I will go read from my red reader which I have already read.

Peace,
JE

Reading goes on but reviews stopping!

2011-12-14T12:20:00.003-05:00

This year I have been reviewing what I read. And keeping track of how many books I have read. Well, I am behind with the reviews, having read more books since the last review. I am not going to review them. I returned them to the library and I can't remember all the character's names and so on. But I can tell you titles and authors.
#84. Faith by Jennifer Haigh
#85. Old City Hall by Robert Rotenberg

Both were excellent reads as I recall.

I have other things going on in my life right now that are taking up my blogging and reading time. Getting ready for the Christmas holidays, and preparing for my vacation, and getting my craft projects done are all on my agenda right now. The only time I have to read is after I retire for the evening. That about says it all for now.

Peace,
JE

Christmas on Elm St.

2011-12-11T11:59:00.001-05:00

Many years ago, when my late wife was still with me, she painted this Christmas village. It consists of about 60 different buildings, plus trees, a gazebo, a skating pond, and people, animals and sleighs, etc. We had an old cabinet that every year we would empty out all the dishes and " stuff " that was in it, take off the doors, and set up shelf after shelf of village.
This year I decided to take six of my favorite pieces that she had painted and display them on a shelf in my living room. It is lighted, which you probably can't tell from the picture. There are two trees that she painted, too. Somewhere in the boxes are some people and accessories, but I didn't dig deep enough to find them. Included in this display are two houses, a fire station, a book store, a church with Nativity, and a school. The red and white house with the black roof is similar to the style of house we owned while raising our children.
This brought back lots of memories of "Tilly" sitting at the card table hour after hour on weekends and evenings after work painting away, and of the pride we felt displaying her work of art.
Note: She also painted a complete village set for Prof, and had started one for Lil Bro, which she never completed. Some day he will get this one.

Peace,

JE

UGH!

2011-12-10T10:48:00.002-05:00

This morning I got up with the sunrise (which here is about 7:00AM.) I made a pot of coffee and ate a bowl of cereal. Kiddo had fallen asleep on the couch in the living room last night. (The poor guy has a bad cold and is taking Nightquil.) So, in order not to disturb him, I took my coffee and went into my room and huddled under my covers and read on my novel. Sometime later, I fell asleep and woke up around 10:20AM. Now I feel like something the cats dragged in!
I hate feeling like this. Sluggish and like every move is an effort. And how does getting a few more winks of sleep make you feel this way. Is it a natural phenomenon or is it something that is only designed for me personally? Anyway, it's gross!
In the meantime, Prof got up and sent Kiddo up to his bed to sleep off his cold-meds induced "coma" condition.
I just hope I am not catching his cold.
Maybe the phrase, "getting old is not for sissies," is true. Some days it is just hard to get out of bed!

Peace,

JE

In My Room

2011-12-07T10:50:00.002-05:00

"There's a world where I can go and tell my secrets to
In my room, in my room
In this world I lock out all my worries and my fears
In my room, in my room

Do my dreaming and my scheming
Lie awake and pray
Do my crying and my sighing
Laugh at yesterday

Now it's dark and I'm alone
But I won't be afraid
In my room, in my room
In my room, in my room
In my room, in my room."

These lyrics to the famous Beach Boy's classic have always been a favorite of mine. They have always spoken to me in a special way. We all need a place to go where we can be alone sometimes. I think that's what this song says to me.

For the first 10 years of my life, my brother and I shared a room. It was small. Just wide enough to house two twin beds with Mom's cedar chest inbetween. There was a super small closet at the end of the room and just enough room for a tiny chest of drawers to the left of the door. It was the classic "attic" room with the steeply pitched ceiling. One window faced the north. It was papered in "fake" wood look wallpaper.

When the parents built the new house, they said two bedrooms was enough, so brother and I still shared the same room. It was larger, but still had the same twin beds, cedar chest and chest of drawers. It didn't take too long for Mom and Dad to realize that their bedroom wasn't big enough to house them, their furniture and their clothes. So, they built on another room for themselves, with two large closets, lots of floor space and a wonderful picture window facing the lake. All of a sudden, I had a room of my own. It became my private sanctuary. I could sit in there and read, draw, or just daydream. It was always a mess, but I liked it that way.

In college, I lived in a variety of apartments, coops, and rooming houses. Usually I had a roommate. That worked pretty well most of the time.

When I married, of course I shared. Some of our houses had large bedrooms, some very tiny. When we bought this house, it wasn't finished inside, so we could decorate our room from top to bottom. Tilly chose "mauve" (a dusty pink) carpet, white walls and curtains, and then accented it with blues and white and pink. Very feminine, but she had a right to do her thing. I didn't really care. Until she passed away, it was "her room" so to speak. Since her passing, I have made that the one room that is totally mine. I ripped up the carpet and put down a neutral tone, yet on the gold side carpet. I painted three walls of the room what I call "milk chocolate," with the fourth wall a deep red. White woodwork and ceiling. I moved the queen sized bed upstairs and put a twin bed in my room. I have a TV, a CD player and a good reading lamp in there along with an antique sea trunk and an amoire. I made my own window treatments, and have accented the walls with some "music" art. This is where I go when the world seems to be closing in around me. This is where I do my sighing and my crying, my dreaming and scheming. It's also where I go to watch TV when Prof and Kiddo what to watch something I don't want to watch. It is also where I go to read and think.

I am not antisocial at all, and I love having my daughter and grandson here! But there comes a time when all of us need a place and time to be quiet and peaceful. I have it "in my room." Cool huh?

Peace, (when I want it)
JE

"Roll Out The Holly!"

2011-12-03T18:23:00.002-05:00

Yes, we need a little Christmas now! I have had the blues this year more than most, about the holiday season. I just can't get in the spirit of the Season of Light. I am not sure why, but I know a lot of it has to being older, and alone. No, I don't live alone. Prof and Kiddo are here, but I am still alone.
There are a lot of festivities going on that I used to attend, but it's just not fun to go alone. And, there is another side to that coin, I haven't found anyone that I really want to ask to go along.
There's the bi-annual Madrigal Dinner. I used to perform with the Madrigal Singers. Now, I don't, and I don't attend the dinner anymore either. I don't attend the Christmas party at our church, and I probably won't go to the Choir Christmas party either. This is no one's fault but mine, and I know I'm whining, buy I just don't do alone very well.
I am not in the mood to shop this year. I don't know what to get anyone, and it seems like all my family has everything they want or need, so what fun is "more of the same." I asked for lists, and most of what the family wants is gift cards. What fun is watching them opening a gift card. And, I never see what they bought with the gift card. I hate to give money,too, for the same reason.
So, call me Scrooge! I have a few more days to get with the program. Today, I got outside in the 50 degree weather and put up some outside lights and wreaths. That was fun, and believe it or not, it helped. I have my tree up inside, and partially decorated. Lil Bro said not to overdo the tree in case the two baby grands decided to touch and feel on Christmas. He just did not want any of the old family heirlooms to get broken. So I bought some less expensive (can we say cheap) ornaments this year. It looks fine. There will plenty of years to have up the big tree and the old ornaments.
So, I am trying to think more positive and get more into the spirit. Maybe more snow will help. That is what the weatherman is predicting for next week. We'll see what happens.

Peace, not Bah Humbug,
JE

What I Read #83

2011-12-01T21:35:00.003-05:00

Save Me by Lisa Scottoline: I have been a reader of Scottoline's novels for several years. I was not sure about this one. I thought it might be more geared to the ladies, but was I wrong. Yes, the story line is about a mom who goes to school as a volunteer lunch room mom, but it turns into a suspense-packed story when the lunch room kitchen explodes.
Rose McKenna is forced to make decisions that affect she and her daughter, Melly. In the aftermath of the explosion and devastating school fire, Rose begins to investigate just what happened. What she finds could get her killed.
Scottoline takes a normal school day and turns it into a nightmare. Beware! This could really happen. That's what makes it so scary.

Winter came early to our neck of the woods.

2011-11-30T14:34:00.002-05:00

Yesterday, what started out as rain, and I mean "ark building weather" ended with winter arriving in my neck of the woods. About 2:30 pm, I looked out the window and it was snowing great, big wet flakes. This kept up the rest of the day and was still snowing and blowing at 11:00 pm when I turned off my light to go to bed.
I awoke to about 5 inches of snow this morning and a two-hour school delay.The plows had gone and the streets were clear. The wind had laid and the sun was shining.
It seems like winter came early this year. But it is beautiful out there. Especially since I really don't have to go out in it unless I really want to. And I don't want to.
It does put me in the holiday spirit, though. That's a good thing!

Peace,

JE

An Item on my Bucket List

2011-11-29T22:22:00.003-05:00

For years I have loved opera. We don't have opera around here. I would have to travel at least 4 hours to Chicago to see an opera. But I have had the privilege to see "Madam Butterfly". I was fascinated and loved every minute.
When I was in college, I took some voice training, and have been singing ever since. It has been my desire to learn a tenor aria (solo) and perform it at least once. Recently, I heard David Phelps perform "Nessun Dorma" from the opera, "Turandot." It was wonderful. I, again, was fascinated. I found his performance on Rhapsody and downloaded it to my MP3 player. The more I listened to it, the more I liked it. It is short (2:38) and it is in my range.
So I started searching for the music. I found it online and downloaded it. For you sheet music lovers out there, musicnotes. com is a wonderful source. You have to join and pay for what you download, but it's cheap by today's prices for sheet music. And they have all kinds of music. BUT, I digress.
I talked to my friend at church who directs our choir, and who is also the person who accompanies my two quartets, and she agreed to work with me to learn the music. I am challenging myself to learn it in Italian, which, of course, was the original language in which it was composed.
I am not in a hurry to do this. I don't care if it takes several months to learn it, but I am enthused. It gives me a goal.
My voice coach in college always told me that I could sing anything I wanted to sing, so I am going to give this a shot.

Peace,
JE

What I Read #82

2011-11-28T10:06:00.002-05:00

Damage Control by Robert Dugoni: I cannot say enough good stuff about Robert Dugoni. His novels are superb. And Damage Control is no exception.
Former lawyer now law-school teacher James Hill is murdered. His twin sister, Dana Hill, also an attorney, is determined to find out not only why her brother was murdered, but who was the murderer. Accompanied by Detective Mike Logan, Dana finds clues that lead to an surprise that no one would believe, yet it was true.
You don't want to miss this novel. I give it a big "thumbs up."

Happy Reading,
JE

Ah, Bliss!

2011-11-25T11:29:00.002-05:00

Yesterday was, of course, Thanksgiving Day. For the first time, Prof, Kiddo and I trekked to the southern part of the state to my cousin 007's house for the special day. According to MapQuest, it was supposed to take 2 hours and 27 minutes to get there. We stopped for coffee once, and missed a turn once, and still made it in 2 hours and 31 minutes. Go us!
When we got there, we were greeted at the door by my Cousin 007 and her partner Miss Marple. They welcomed us all with a hug and let us know how glad they were that we made the trip. Miss Marple's family was there, so we got to meet them. Later on, Cousin 007's brother, my cousin Big D and his lovely wife GG (stands for Good Gramma) arrived. I hadn't seen them in a while, so it was nice to spend time with them.
We had a glorious day. 007 and MM had cooked all day Wednesday and it showed. I don't think there was anything that wasn't on the buffet. Turkey, ham, chicken and noodles, mashed and sweet potatoes, corn casserole, and the list goes on and on. We ate, we laughed, we reminisced, we looked at old pictures, we caught up on happenings within the family and generally had a wonderful time.
It was great to be together, counting and recounting our blessings together. Meeting new friends and relatives, and just relaxing with all made for a perfect day. It was a foggy dreary trip down, and even had a mist in the air that resembled snow flakes, but on the way home, it cleared and the sun peaked out for a bit as darkness settled in. It was a safe trip. Prof drove my car, and I went along for the ride, so to speak. Kiddo caught up on napping in the back seat and I even got in some crochet time. Though she drives too fast to suit me, Prof is a good driver and I wasn't worried at all. (I warned her ahead of time, that if she got a ticket for speeding, it would be hers to pay even if she was driving my vehicle. LOL)
We arrived back home full and happy. It was a day to be remembered. Even Kiddo, who usually isn't "into" that kind of stuff remarked on how good a time he had and that my side of the family "rocks." I guess that's a good thing!

Peace,
JE

What I Read #81

2011-11-23T11:33:00.003-05:00

The Fifth Witness by Michael Connelly: Banking tycoon and master of foreclosure, Mitchell Bondurant is found face down, dead, in a parking garage. Foreclosure fighter Lisa Trammel is accused of his murder.
Enter attorney Mickey Haller. He has been taking cases of foreclosure in his practice for a while, but now Lisa Trammel wants him to defend her against the charge of murder.
Faced with a hard-nosed prosecutor, Mickey has his work cut out for him. The Fifth Witness takes us both inside the court room and the judge's chambers as the two adversaries battle the case.
I would estimate that 85 to 90 percent of this gripping novel takes place inside the court room. Both fast moving and interesting, this novel will hold you in its grip until the last page. If you like legal suspense and court room drama, this is the novel for you.

Happy Reading,

JE

What I Read #80

2011-11-22T11:24:00.003-05:00

Imposter by Davis Bunn: In this "absorbing suspense thriller," Senatorial candidate Paul Kelly's wife is brutally murdered. Kelly's son, Matt, just back from a federal training academy, is "possessed" with finding his mother's killer. This was no ordinary attack. This was "war."
Another good read from Bunn.

Happy Reading,
JE

All I can say is "WOW"!

2011-11-17T12:35:00.002-05:00

This might be a long post, but I have something to share with you. Many years ago, in 1952, I had either the chickenpox or measles. I don't recall which, but I was in school and missed a lot of school that winter. It was then that I began losing my hearing. I guess that was not uncommon then. Then, at age 9 or 10, I had a tumor on my left eardrum. I didn't understand why Mom and Dad were so upset about that, because at the time the word "malignant" meant nothing to me. I just remember Mom shedding tears, Dad being worried, and them taking me to a ENT who treated my ear with some stuff called "radium" on a thin stick. I had to go twice a week. I remember Mom talking to me about a "growth" about the size of a pencil eraser, and that Doc. Seward was treating it to make it go away.
After that, I could not hear well in the left ear, but the right one compensated for the loss, and life went on. At age 20, I was having drainage from the left ear, so I went to another ENT Dr. He said that infection was eroding my mastoid cavity on the left side, so I had what was called a "modified-radical mastoidectomy" which robbed me of even more hearing. But it also made my left ear "safe." I always wore earplugs in swimming and whenever water might come in contact with that ear. Many years later, I had to have another mastoid surgery and the Dr. that did that one said that I had scar tissue built up that caused my ear to be infection prone. Then he tried a cochlea implant. he hoped that would improve my hearing. Alas, my body rejected it and it had to removed. I have worn a high powered hearing aid in that ear since 2001. It helped, but since so much of the inner ear was damaged through the years, there isn't a whole lot to work with.
Now, I am losing the hearing in my right ear just due to old age, I guess. I have had some problems with that ear, too. But nothing super major. I have allergies and stuff and my internal drainage tubes (I can't spell them) don't work any more. That all works to make the hearing loss. BUT, I have new hearing aids. They were a gift from my dear brother. I went to the Beltone office and had them programmed just Tuesday and all I can say about this experience is "WOW!" I am hearing things that I don't think I ever have heard, or at least not for a very long time. I can hear the fridge running, clocks ticking, and the furnace. Birds were chirping this morning and I was marveling at how much noise traffic makes. Even the mouse on my computer makes a clicking sound that I have never heard.
Last night at choir practice I was astounded by how good we sound. I knew we were good, but I never realized that we were wonderful!
And you know that little dial on the TV that has numbers from 0 to infinity for volume? Well, usually I watch TV on about 28 to 32. Last night we watch a show and the volume was set on 17. And the commercials were too loud. How great is that!! It's like getting a new lease on life. I am gonna like this a whole lot!

Stuff and Such

2011-11-14T11:27:00.004-05:00

What a weekend this was. Our county hospital put on their annual fund-raising Gala on Saturday night. They had a talent competition for entertainment. There were four different acts scattered throughout the evening. Votes were $1.00 each. There were other ways of voting, too. There were pre-voting jars scattered around the community for each act, and also there were $5.00 and $10.00 voting "chips" at the gala. I was in one of the acts. My men's quartet, The GBQ, was joined by two Dr.s and an LPN from the hospital. We performed a comedy parody of Neil Sedaka's song, Breaking Up Is Hard To Do, called "Waking Up Is Hard To Do." We dressed in scrubs, and used gurneys from the surgical dept, and went all out. We really sounded good and guess what...we WON! I don't know the total dollar amount, but it was the winner. It was fun, too. We spent many hours practicing and working out the choreography and etc. It was worth every minute for the fun we all had, and getting to know the two docs and the nurse was a hoot. They ARE human, just like the rest of us!!! One of the docs can't carry a tune in a bushel basket, so we assigned him a "dead" microphone. He thought that was a hoot. But he sure could act and dance. He really made the act, in my opinion! The gala itself was quite an affair with a live auction of several nice things, and then a silent auction that went on all evening in another room. The goal this year was to raise enough money to buy a super type of scope for the early detection of colon cancer. I certainly hope they got the funds they need. That type of cancer is on the rise in America.
The affair was "black tie optional." I wore my tux with a black shirt, black tie and a black vest with some silver stripes. I will post a picture when it comes available. Right!! The food was wonderful and I sat at a table with several good friends. A nice evening all in all...and WE WON!!
Yesterday, GBQ sang at a memorial service. It was sponsored by one of our local funeral homes and they honored all the families that have used their services for the loss of a loved one the past year. They do this every year. It is a nice gesture by them and much appreciated by the honorees. After the service, they serve light refreshments and they also give each family a beautiful Christmas ornament inscribed with the name of their loved one. GBQ sang an arrangement of "It is Well With my Soul." and closed the service with Mallott's "The Lord's Prayer."
Then, my good friend Curley and I went to WalMart shopping and had a few laughs. (No, not at other people, but that's hard sometimes!)
Today, I am taking it easy. With the rehearsals, and performances, plus church choir, I am tired. These old bones and body don't take that much exercise as easy as they used to. I decided to do my laundry and can relax between loads. It's raining outside, so the leaves and stuff will have to wait a few more days.
Let's see...what's on my schedule for this week...

Peace,
JE

*Note: The purple ribbon on my lapel is in honor of two very sweet little old ladies that made a definite impression on my life, and now suffer from Alzheimer's Disease. It seemed like a good night to remember them.

What I Read #79

2011-11-12T10:03:00.003-05:00

The Great Divide by T. Davis Bunn: Gloria Hall, a young activist, is missing in China. Her family wants her back. They hire attorney Marcus Glenwood to file suit against the American company, New Horizons, who are doing business with China. It seems there was a collusion and a kidnapping involved.

Like I have done many times, I started reading Bunn's works with his latest novel, and decided to go back and start with his first one. Today I am starting the second one.

Happy reading,
JE

What I Read #78

2011-11-10T10:55:00.004-05:00

The Jury Master by Robert Dugoni: Some of the novels that I read are "smart" and some of them are just entertaining. This one was both. Dugoni's first, but certainly not his last, The Jury Master introduces the reader to David Sloane, attorney extraordinaire. David can feel a jury's emotions, their shortcomings, and knows how they will decide before the verdict is in.
Joe Branick, a special assistant and personal friend to the president is found dead of an apparent suicide. Joe's family says "no way." David is asked to look into the matter. What he finds is scary and even dangerous to him and those around him.
For his first novel, Dugoni really has it together. I highly recommend getting hooked on his works, and the ongoing life of David Sloane.

Happy Reading,
JE

Thought-Filled Thursday

2011-11-10T10:46:00.000-05:00

An optimist is a person who starts a new diet on Thanksgiving Day. ~Irv Kupcinet

Christmas Shopping in 2011

2011-11-07T23:07:00.003-05:00

My wife had this very special cousin with whom I still keep in contact. She sent me a LONG forward about shopping this year for Christmas, and as I read it, I had to agree.

It's about time we buy American. I know, I know, another blog harping about cheap stuff made in China, Taiwan, or Mexico! Well, here's a bit of news. Look around your area at the locally owned businesses that need your support.
Give your loved ones who still have hair a certificate at a locally owned Hair Salon or Barber Shop. If you have hair, you need a haircut and/or style once in a while. Everyone would enjoy having their car washed and detailed, and there are lots of enterprising local businesses that do that very thing. Look for products that are made in the good ol' US of A when buying gifts. There are American artisans that actually raise, dye, spin the wool, and weave, knit or crochet beautiful garments right here in my area of the Midwest. I know there are woodcrafters around who make beautiful bowls, boxes and even furniture. Yes, they cost more than the products you will find on sale at WalMart, but they are more unique, and will last longer.
There are many young entrepreneurs who are struggling to get their own businesses off the ground. I have a dear, quirky friend who makes the most gorgeous jewelry and craft items. She is a divorcee trying to make it on her own. Another is a young man who can repair your computer, and will even clean it for you. If you have anyone in need of this kind of service, look around your area for some local person who does it, and get a certificate for your loved one.
Take your family out for a meal at a locally owned eatery and leave the waitperson a nice Christmas tip. You will not only be helping the restaurant owner, but the service person, too. Their Christmas might just be a little merrier because of you.
How about giving some homemade things this year. What person wouldn't enjoy a nice batch of cookies or fudge. Or a cake or a pie, maybe. Or if you are a crafter, make your loved ones something.
I know I have enough sweaters, socks and underwear to last me the rest of my natural life. What I would like is a gift card for a service on my car from the dealer where I trade. I would like a gift of a neck and shoulder massage at a local salon. I would like to have a cleaning lady come into my home and clean it well. Then maybe I could keep it that way.
I am making my Christmas cards again this year. Maybe I won't send as many, either. I plan to deliver them personally to the local friends and family. I will mail them to folks far away. I like to send cards because I enjoy getting them, and it's a way to keep in touch with those friends in far-away places, but, I won't be spending a lot of my hard earned cash on them. I enjoy making them, and I consider them a small gift of myself for the person I am sending them to.
If I do buy things that are non-American this year, I think I will go to the stores that sell hand-made items. These stores are designed for and usually are church-based, to help people rise above poverty by giving them an outlet for their wares. Look around you for these stores. They are in most towns, and they have some amazing, beautifully unique things.
So, fellow Americans, this year, keep it simple, keep it useful and keep it local. Our local businesses and our nation's economy will thank you!

Peace,
JE

T V Time

2011-11-07T18:36:00.001-05:00

I liked this list so I thought I would share my views:

1. Name a TV show series in which you've seen every episode at least twice: Designing Women

2. Name a show you can’t miss: Big Bang Theory

3. Name an actor that would make you more inclined to watch a show: Chris Meloni

4. Name an actor who would make you less likely to watch a show: David Spade or Charlie Sheen

5. Name a show you can, and do, quote from: Designing Women

6. Name a show you like that no one else that you know enjoys: Wings (in reruns)

7. Name a TV show which you’ve been known to sing the theme song: Designing Women

8. Name a show you would recommend everyone to watch: Mike and Molly

9. Name a TV series you own: None

10. Name an actor who launched his/her entertainment career in another medium, but has surprised you with his/her acting choices in television: Dixie Carter

11. What is your favorite episode of your favorite series? Designing Women: EP Phone Home

12. Name a show you keep meaning to watch, but you just haven’t gotten around to yet: None

13. Ever quit watching a show because it was so bad? LOST; it ran too long and got more stupid the longer it was on.

14. Name a show that’s made you cry multiple times: Hallmark Commercials

15. What do you eat when you watch TV? Vanilla Bean ice cream with Chocolate syrup.

16. How often do you watch TV? Not a lot, but I try not to miss Jeopardy

17. What’s the last TV show you watched? Biography: Johnny Cash

18. What’s your favorite/preferred genre of TV? Drama: Crime/cop shows

19. What was the first TV show you were obsessed with? The Loretta Young Show: circa late “50’s

20. What TV show do you wish you never watched? Days of our Lives

21. What’s the weirdest show you enjoyed? American Pickers

22. What TV show scared you the most? A show on which Charles Manson was being interviewed

23. What is the funniest TV show you have ever watched? Will and Grace

24. What show was canceled too early into its run? Saving Grace

What I Read #77

2011-11-03T15:22:00.002-04:00

Shelter by Harlan Coben: This Young Adult novel is fantastic. Young Mickey Bolitar comes to live with his Uncle Myron Bolitar (who is an ongoing character of Coben's novels). He befriends Ema, a typical "goth" teenager and nerdy "Spoon," who wants so badly to be "one of the in crowd." Together, they go hunting for Ashley, Mickey's new girlfriend, who has mysteriously vanished.

Coben does a fine job making this novel both exciting and age appropriate, without being "corny." The dialog is up to date, as are the actions of the young people.

Though you adult readers probably wouldn't find this an interesting read, as a former educator and an avid proponent of reading for all ages, I would recommend this as a good read for any teenager, both male and female, though I think it would appeal especially to the guys.

Happy Reading,
JE

What I Read #76

2011-11-03T15:05:00.002-04:00

Lion of Babylon by Davis Bunn: As far as I am concerned, this novel should be on everyone's reading list. Especially if you like political thrillers.

Marc Royce, a former State Department employee, is reinstated and sent to Baghdad on a special assignment. What he finds there is a miracle. The Shias and the Sunnis all coming together for the betterment of Iraq. But there is a mission to be accomplished. The Iranians continue to kidnap children of influential Iraqis to keep them suppressed. Also, a good friend of Marc's and three others have been kidnapped and it is up to Marc to bring them back alive.

He enlists the help of Sameh, a Baghdad lawyer, and Hamid, chief of Baghdad police. Working together, they set of into Iran to recover those who have been taken from their families.

What I found most interesting was the way Bunn wove the differences and similarities of Christianity and Muslim into this story. The coming together of the different religions for a common good was fascinating.

Happy Reading,
JE

Check it out!

2011-11-02T11:54:00.002-04:00

Check out my new pics on my other blog, "Back Home Again in Indiana." Finally, something new!

Peace,
JE

Back From Oz

2011-11-01T11:03:00.002-04:00

The Witch, not Glenda, the other one, and the tin man arrived at my house last night. They seem to be on a "sugar high." Gee, I wonder why.
The Divine Miss K looked adorable in her gleaming witch's costume, and RJ was hilarious as the tin man. They had been trick or treating around their neighborhood before they came to Papaw's house, so they were primed for treats. Also lots of pictures and laughs. Miss K serenaded us on the keyboard, and RJ entertained us by dancing and eating cookies. A good time was had by all. Aren't grand children "grand!"

Peace,
JE

"As the Stomach Churns"

2011-10-28T10:30:00.004-04:00

A new soap opera has been acted out in "reality" around here. Prof broke up with said BF. Or visa-versa, and he was very unhappy. Yelling, screaming, threatening, etc ensued. Enough so that Prof had to get a protective order against him. He harassed her enough , plus some other previous infractions, at their workplace that he finally was terminated (they worked at the same place). More threats. Now that the protective order has been served. All is calm.
What a nerve-wracking week!
I never have watch a soap since the old days of "Search for Tomorrow," but if I could script this past week, I am sure it would be a best seller for afternoon TV.

Peace, (at last)
JE

What I Read #75

2011-10-25T10:17:00.005-04:00

Comfort and Joy by Kristin Hannah: This author was suggested to me by a life-long friend as a "pleasant change from murder and mayhem." Well, that friend was right about "change" but I'm so not sure about "pleasant".

I hate anything that plays mind games with me, be it TV, movies, or novels. And this one did.

Joy Faith Candellaro is recently divorced after walking in on her husband and her sister doing the "mattress mambo." She is a loose ends about what to do with the rest of her life. On impulse, she books a flight to Hope, Washington on a charter plane. As luck would have it, the plane crashes in the boondocks. Joy survives, along with the rest of the passengers, and wanders away from the crash. What happens after that? Was it real or was it a dream?

I have another novel by Hannah lying here beside me, but I don't think I will read it. This one was just too sappy and unbelievable for me. Back to "murder and mayhem" for me!

Happy Reading, (I think),
JE

Note: Isn't the front cover of this book beautiful?

What I Read #74

2011-10-25T10:04:00.002-04:00

The Dirty Secrets Club by Meg Gardiner: Author Stephen King says,"The next suspense superstar" describing author Gardiner. I believe it. This novel was a real page turner.

Several prominent San Franciscans are dead. Seem like they all committed suicide. But did they?
It's up to forensic psychiatrist, Jo Beckett to get to the truth. What she finds can only be called "dirty secrets."

Read this one for a great foray into forensic psychiatry and suspense.

Happy Reading,
JE

What I Read #73

2011-10-20T09:35:00.002-04:00

Murder at the Painted Lady by Barbara Warren: Allie McGregor inherits a big, old Victorian Era house in Stony Point. When she decides to move there and open a Bed and Breakfast, she encounters a group of people who don't want her there. Why? What is so special about the Ramsdale House that so many people want it?
What I thought was going to be a run-of-the-mill mystery turned out to be a delightful read. Ms.
Warren did herself proud with her first novel. I hope she writes more. Read and enjoy!

Happy Reading,
JE

What I Read #72

2011-10-20T09:24:00.003-04:00

Murder One by Robert Dugoni: How have I missed this author??? After the death of his wife, attorney David Sloane has returned to Seattle. There he is asked to defend a prominent attorney who is being accused of murder. Twists and turns in the defense of Ms Barclay Reid keeps the reader hanging in suspense until the surprising end! All I can say is that if you legal thriller readers haven't found Dugoni yet, get cracking. You're missing out!

Happy Reading,
JE

Thought-Filled Thursday

2011-10-20T09:19:00.002-04:00

"For me, singing sad songs often has a way of healing a situation. It gets the hurt out in the open into the light, out of the darkness. "
Reba McEntire

Note: If you have read my blog for a while, you know how I feel about Reba. What she says here reflects my inner feeling exactly.

A Quiet Man

2011-10-19T23:01:00.000-04:00

This is my friend Alan. Here is a friend that I admire a great deal. What makes him so special, you may ask. Let me tell you.
First of all, Alan has a personality that is just quirky enough to be funny, yet he has a seriousness about him that makes admiration easy.
Alan is a graduate engineer, and served as an engineer for a local manufacturer here in town until they closed their doors. He was offered other engineering jobs away from here, but he chose to remain in town, going into business for himself as a "Handy Man." He has become very successful at his work, and has recently bought out the local retiring locksmith and has taken over that business, too.
I marvel every time I am around Alan as to how intelligent he is. I haven't found anything he can't do, and he will tackle almost anything.
But, what makes him special to me is his quietness. I have never seen him mad, nor even close to being angry. He seems to take things in stride, with an attitude of anticipation. He is soft spoken witty and funny. He is a Christian who works hard in and for his church. He has led many youth to Christ and has sponsored them on their Chrystalis walk. He and his wife have raised two sons, and have 3 grandchildren.
Whenever we need something made for the choir, scenery,etc. Alan is our go-to person. He always has a good idea and is creative enough to make it happen. He is a marvel at figuring out our complicated sound system and even when it isn't working properly, can make it function.
I sing with Alan in my men's quartet and in the church choir. He has a soft baritone voice that blends well, and he reads music and can play the piano.
Alan has been married to the same gal for a long time. She suffers from MS, and Alan is extremely loving and caring with her. Her disease hasn't progressed too rapidly, but I know that as it does, he will be there for her every step of the way.
A few years ago at our Maundy Thursday service, Alan played the part of Christ during a reinactment of the Last Supper. He was dressed all in white, with long hair and his beard. It was actually like having Jesus right there in the room with us. He spoke so softly and tenderly, my adult daughter was moved to tears, as were many in the congregation.
As years pass, I count myself lucky to have such a friend. I have lots of friends and they are all special. But Alan, well he is just one of a kind, and I consider it a privilege to know him and call him my friend.

Cell Phones: The Bane of Mankind

2011-10-17T16:52:00.002-04:00

Yes! I have a cell phone. It is a "throw away" with a pay-as-you-go system where I buy a phone card to add minutes and user time every 90 days. I have just recently learned to text and I know how to answer an incoming call and make calls. Other than that, if my phone has other features, I don't know how they work or even what they are.
My son has a cell. My daughter has a cell. My grandson has one and so does my daughter-in-law. They all have these fancy-schmancy phones that are mini computers.
I have no objections to cell phones. My objection is how they are used.

I hate it when someone is on the phone in a restaurant. I get peeved when I hear a phone go off in church. I don't like it when I am having a face to face conversation with someone and they get a call or a text which interrupts us.

But what really burns my wick is drivers who insist on using their phones while on the road. I passed a car the other day where the lady driving had a cup of coffee from McDonalds in her left hand, a cigarette in her right hand, along with the steering wheel, and a cell phone propped on her right shoulder. She also had a child in the back seat in a car seat. She was doing 60+ mph down the 4 lane highway. How safe was this? I am surprised that she wasn't trying to apply lipstick too!

Behind me in line at the drive thru yesterday was a gal in a little red car. She keep creeping closer and closer to me. I thought she was going to smack into me. She was texting as she waited in line. If she wants to text, at least look where she is going and keep her foot on the brake.
At our Mexican restaurant the other night, I had to wait on the guy at the register to get off his phone to take my money. I bet if I started to walk out without paying my bill, he would have gotten off the phone muy pronto without saying "adios."
I had problems with cell phones in the middle school classroom. Students were to leave them in their lockers, but invariably they got brought into the classroom. I caught students texting each other, taking pictures, and playing video games. The usual routine was to confiscate the phone, take it to the office, and the student had to go to pick it up from the Asst. Principal after school and endure his wrath, which could be considerable. Since I was the only adult in the room, I usually just took the darn thing away from the student, and gave it back when class was over. I really didn't have the time to run to the office, nor the energy after dealing with adolescent attitudes.

It is interesting to sit in the mall of our large shopping center and watch just how many people have cell phones. Some carry them all the time. Some have that stupid-looking "blue tooth" thingy sticking out of their ear, and some carry them discreetly in their pocket or purse.

How did we ever manage without them? We left notes on the fridge as to where we were and when we would be home. We asked our friend's mom if we could please use their house phone to call home to tell Mom where we were and when we would be home. We even offered to pay for the long distance call if necessary. Or we used a pay phone, which used to be available on several street corners.

Yes, technology has advanced by leaps and bounds, but along with those advancements, I can see a decline in manners, and independence.

Peace,
JE

Wanted: Comments

2011-10-15T15:07:00.002-04:00

Ya know, blogging is hard work. We bloggers sometimes have to rack our brains to come up with something timely, or not, to write about. We are challenged to use proper grammar and spelling, even though some of us have been out of school for a very long time. We have to be entertaining and still not boring or mundane.
A comment once in a while from my readers would be nice. Curley is my biggest fan/commenter with Mellodee right up there, too. What is up with the lurkers? Can they not write, or are they just laying in wait until I write the "great American novel." Not gonna happen.
So stop by once in a while and leave your "calling card" while you're here. That way I will feel like I'm doing something worth while and not out here all by myself.

Peace,
JE

Thought-Filled Thursday

2011-10-13T00:01:00.001-04:00

"Sometimes you climb out of bed in the morning and you think, 'I'm not going to make it,' but you laugh inside--remembering all the times you've felt that way."
(Charles Bukowski)

Underneath

2011-10-11T10:37:00.002-04:00

Note: This is sort of a guy type post. I seriously hope none of you gals who read my blog are offended. If talking about men’s underwear offends you, close out now!

Beneath all that we men wear, unless you are a guy who favors going “commando” (no underwear), there is the ongoing dilemma of “briefs or boxers.” Shopping for said undergarments are an ordeal.

When I was growing up, there were only two choices. Either we wore “tightie whities” from J. C. Penney’s; you know the ones that had blue and gold dashes around the waistband. Or you could choose to wear broadcloth boxers. These were brightly colored plaids, solids, or the ever popular paisley prints. They had an extra panel sewn into the seat to accommodate those whose butts were larger. Mine wasn’t! So, those panels just got wadded up, and you can just guess where that wad of fabric ended up! I would always opt for the “tightie whities.”

As an adult, I always wore the “t-w’s”; until I got married, that is. Then my wife decided I needed to try different, sexier underwear. She bought me some new-fangled briefs called boxer briefs. They were knit fabric like the old briefs, but they had legs. Weird! I didn’t like them, but because I was a nice guy and also a newlywed, I wore them and kept my mouth shut. (These were not sexy in the least.) This went on for several years. During that time, I also received briefs in many colors. There was black, red, purple, green, blue and gray. I never knew what new color would show up in my undies drawer.

There also were the low rise briefs, the bikini briefs, even string bikini briefs, which incidentally, didn’t fit well with my physique. Those darn straps cut into my sides. Fortunately, I never received any thong briefs. Those would have gone either into the Goodwill bag, or the trash, never touching my skin.

Recently, I needed new underwear, so off I went to the local underwear store. I was astounded with the choices available. There are the traditional tightie whities, and boxers. There are low rise, with and without a fly, there are knit boxers with looser legs and the infamous boxer briefs, now available in a plethora of colors besides white.. There is also the lightweight microfiber brief which has no fly, yet has a built-in pouch to cradle my “junk” and keep it well supported. The fabric choice is still mostly cotton, but I noticed that some of them contained spandex. I am not a spandex sort of guy. Cotton is my fabric of choice. There are so many choices. Thus, being the type of daring-do person that I am, I came home with 3 pair of the loose leg knit boxers. These are ideal for sleeping and wearing under my jeans. I also bought 6 pair (all in one package) of tightie whities. Why change now. It’s sort of like my son always said about ice cream after trying many flavors. “You just can’t go wrong with vanilla.”

I Was There

2011-10-10T08:33:00.002-04:00

Time continues to heal, but the memories linger:

I was there when we first met. It was cold. You were busy in your shop. We stood on the stoop as our mutual friend introduced us. We agreed to go out for coffee that evening.

I was there when we had our first date. I picked you up to go out for coffee. You made your folks wait out of sight because you couldn't remember my name. We drove 20 miles to a restaurant just for coffee and pie. Then we drove all over our county as I showed you where I lived, and where my relatives lived. I had a feeling we would be good friends.

I was there the day after we had our first date. I called our mutual friend to see what you thought of me. You hadn't called her! Would we become good friends? Later on our friend called me. You liked me and hoped I would call you!

I was there the next weekend when we went out again. I decided that I would marry you someday in the future and we would be best friends.

I was there when I told you my dad was dying of cancer. You held me and let me cry because you had become my best friend.

I was there on our first Valentine's Day when we gave each other the same gifts. Pictures and jewelry. Already we knew that we were best friends.

I was there when my dad died and you held me and let me cry because you were my best friend.

I was there when I graduated from college and you were there to wish me well, congratulate me and celebrate with me because you were my best friend.

I was there when I gave you a diamond ring and watched you smile as you accepted my proposal. I was happy because you wanted to be my best friend.

I was there when we began working diligently on the house we rented. It needed so many coats of paint and a good cleaning. We worked together to get it ready for us because we were best friends.

I was there when your stepfather escorted you down the aisle on the day you became my wife. You married me because you were my best friend.

I was there a year later when we lost our first child. We held each other and cried as our hearts broke, because we were best friends.

I was there the next year when our daughter was born. We held her together and promised to love her and let her know that her mommy and daddy were best friends.

I was there as we moved into the "big house" and did all that work just to make a home for our growing family. We worked hard because we were best friends.

I was there when our son came into the world. We brought him home to the 'big house' and there we began still another chapter of our lives raising two great children. We did this together because we were best friends.

I was there with you as we grew older together. As we watched our children grow into adulthood and begin making there own way, mistakes and all. We loved them and each other even more each year because we were best friends.

I was there on the day you went to the hospital for the last time. You were so frightened and made me promise, "Don't let me die." I promised because you were my best friend.

I was there holding you hand as you struggled to breathe on you last day with me. It was the hardest day of my life because I was losing my best friend.

I was there as the minister said the final words over your grave. I sang words of joy for you because you didn't have to suffer any longer. I did this because you were my best friend.

I am here, four years and some time later. I still miss you and think of you every day because you were, and will always be, my best friend.

Last Night

2011-10-09T14:42:00.003-04:00

Last night I had the privilege of attending a Bill Gaither Homecoming Concert. My best buddy, and former college roomie, Tom, invited me to go with him. He got the tickets weeks ago, and the seats were good. Very good.
We arrived in time to see the "grips" finish setting up the stage and listened to a local Fort Wayne church choir as they opened the show. They were enthusiastic, making up for what was a less than quality performance. Of course, they were amateurs, not professionals. I felt like the song their director chose was wrong for this choir, but, hey, what do I know?
The first part of the concert was made up of different performers. The Isaacs, a gospel group of some renown, performed several numbers. One of the gals in that group plays the mandolin, and she does it very well. The brother of the group plays the upright bass, too, as well as sings with his sisters. Their mom, who must be about my age, sang with them.
They were followed by another brother/sister group, The Martins. This trio sings more contemporary Christian music, and they do it with skill, enthusiasm, and a great deal of talent.
Mark Lowry, a favorite of just about everybody, not only sang his wonderful composition, "Mary Did You Know," he entertained us with his humor and constant, good-natured heckling of Bill Gaither.
For me, the highlight of the evening was getting to hear David Phelps. He definitely outshown every other performer on the stage when ever he was up there. Though it is not a religious song, David's performance of "Nessun Dorma" from the opera "Turandot," was absolutely outstanding and brought down the house. What a voice! (I want to be able to sing just like him when I grow up.)
The Gaither Vocal Band did a fine job singing some old favorites, and leading the entire audience in "He Touched Me," and "Because He Lives." Their energy was catching and soon the entire audience was on their feet.
We were given little battery operated light/key chains upon entering, and it was awe inspiring to look out over a crowd of over 3,000 people and see that almost everyone had their little light burning, and swaying to the old favorites.
This was an evening to remember. Not only did I spend it with a lifelong friend, I got to be in the presence of some of the greatest talent in the Christian music world. It's a time I will cherish for many years to come.

Peace,

JE

Around the House

2011-10-07T14:51:00.002-04:00

I'm preparing for winter around the house. I have lived here for 19 years, so it's been 19 years since I put a coat of paint on my front door. It was just beginning to peel, and looked a little shabby, so I took it down, sanded all the old paint off, primed and painted the frame. It is one of those old fashioned storm doors with a 12 light window insert for winter and a screen insert for summer. I also sanded down and reglazed the window insert, and just came in from putting a coat of paint on it. It is really turning out nice looking. Of course, it's Regal Red. If you are wondering just how red Regal Red is, well, it's really, really, bright RED! Think fire engine!!
Our red door has become a sort of landmark on our street. I always tell people that I live in the little white house on the south side of the street, second from the corner; the one with the bright red front door. I love it!
Next project is to close in the side porch with plastic. I have never done this since I've lived here, but I think I will this winter and see if it helps cut down on heating costs. I don't like the looks of plastic, but I have a plan. On the outside of my porch is lattice work. My plan is to take down the lattice, put up the plastic, then put the lattice back in place with the plastic between the lattice and screen. This serves a two-fold purpose. It helps hold the plastic in place so the wind won't rip it down, and it also hides the plastic from passers by.
By enclosing the porch, I can move my space heater out there, and still enjoy sitting out there during the day and enjoying the sunshine. We'll see how that works this year, and if I want to go to all the trouble for years to come.
Next, I will need to rake and rake the yard. Lots of BIG trees in the neighborhood, and since I have chain link fence around my back yard, everyone's leaves collect in there and I have to rake and haul. The front and sides I can get with the blower, but not the back.
Gutters will need to be readied, but that will happen after all the leaves are down.
Before long, I will begin thinking about how I am going to decorate the outside for the holidays. I haven't done much since my wife passed, but with the two little grandkids, and my kids being close, I think I will do more this year.
Sounds like I better step away from the computer and get busy!!

Peace

JE

Though_Filled Thursday (on Friday)

2011-10-07T13:46:00.000-04:00

All journeys have secret destinations of which the traveler is unaware

Martin Buber

What I Read #71

2011-10-04T12:46:00.002-04:00

The Next Victim by Jonnie Jacobs: Attorney Kali O'Brien's brother has drowned in his own swimming pool. Was it an accident, or was it murder? Tied to his death, is the murder of two beautiful women, one who was mixed up in the porn industry. What were the ties and how did Kali's brother, John, fit into all this? Read this gripping novel and find out.
I have read a steady stream of Jacobs' novels. I am ready for a change for a while. I can hear my other favorite authors calling from the library shelves. I think I must answer them!

Happy Reading,

JE

What I Read #70

2011-10-04T12:35:00.002-04:00

The Only Suspect by Jonnie Jacobs: More suspense and action from Ms Jacobs. Dr. Sam Russell finds himself in quite a delicate spot when he wakes up in his car in a ditch and can't remember when or how he got there. The plot thickens when he arrives home to find out that his wife is missing. It seems that his first wife came up missing seven years ago, under mysterious circumstances, and he was accused, tried, and acquitted by a hung jury, for her murder. Will he be accused this time, too?
Again Ms Jacobs grabs your attention on the first few pages, and doesn't let go until the very last one.

Happy Reading,
JE

Five Things That Represent The Real Me

2011-10-03T09:00:00.002-04:00

Recently, fellow blogger Tom, over at "Jesus Has Two Daddies" told about his daughter, who is a first grader, needing to take five things to school that told about her. Can we do the same as adults? What five things represent you? Be honest!

Here's mine:
1. My Debit Card: I use it all the time instead of carrying cash. It automatically comes out of my checking account immediately, therefore, I can keep a good running balance, and seldom make a mistake in that account.

2. My Wallet: I carry it because it has all of the "important stuff" in it. Plus my organ donor card.

3. My well-worn, King James Bible: Not that I am deeply religious, but that Bible represents my Christian walk since childhood. I learned verses from that Bible, and have them shaded in colored pencil. As far as I'm concerned, the Christmas Story still can only be told from the KJV.

4. A small family picture album. Contained within is all that represents what wonders I helped create in my lifetime. It represents accomplishments like no other.

5. Jeans: Any pair from the drawer represent comfort to me. Since retiring, I opt for comfort over style almost all the time. (Except, of course, when it's just plain tacky to go in jeans.)

Okay, now it's your turn. Let me know what 5 things best represent you, if you had to go to "show and tell."

Peace,

JE

Where is everyone?

2011-10-01T11:18:00.002-04:00

The week has gone by and no one has commented on my blog. I know that some of what I write is boring as watching grass grow, but, all of it? LOL! I also notice that most of the blogs I read are lagging in the reading material. Maybe it's just "that time of the year" and seasonal blahs and so busy that one can't find time to blog. What I have read that other people have written this week has been very interesting. So don't think I feel that writers are letting me down. On the contrary, I feel like I am letting my readers down. Looking back on what I have written, nothing has been witty or fun. Mostly it's been depressing as hell! Or at least, too darn serious.
I have an "underwear" blog waiting in the wings, but I am not sure I want to publish it. Its sort of a guy thing, but I think it's funny and also true!
So, readers and writers, let's all get busy. Put down what ever you are doing that is keeping you from blogging on a regular basis, and write something; even the most mundane happenings can be made into something fun to read!

Peace,
JE

Thought-Filled Thursday

2011-09-29T10:04:00.002-04:00

"If all the good you've every done,
Was painted on a wall,
And framed much like a picture,
Would yours be large or small?"

My List of 29

2011-09-29T09:56:00.004-04:00

Note: Not to be outdone by Mellodee, my good blog buddy, here is my list of things I have done. Not as many as she has, and not as exciting as her list, but my accomplishments all the same.

1. I won several medals for singing at district and state contests in High School
2. I have been an actor, singer, dancer in front of audiences of between 20 and 1,000 people!
3. I have been on television (OK, I just waved from the audience while visiting a local station)
4. I have been to Mexico and Canada.
5. I was lead associate to the Chief Chemist of a large rubber manufacturing co.
6. I have owned horses and am an accomplished western style rider.
7. I was a good student in High School.
8. I have played Charlie Cowell, anvil salesman in “The Music Man” and Judd Frye in “Oklahoma.”
9. I have been on a canoe trip.
10. I have been swimming in the Atlantic,( so very cold) the Pacific ( it was not so cold!), Lake Michigan,( cold too) and the Gulf of Mexico.(pretty warm in FL)
11. I have been to college.
12. I taught Basic English, math, and English Composition at a junior college for several years.
13. I have an IQ of over 100.
14. I have been the soloist at many weddings and funerals.
15. I have been to the top of the Washington Monument.
16. I have made one solo cross-country driving trip (from central Indiana to Arlington, TX, and back).

17. I met Crystal Gayle, the country singer, who is from here in town.
18. I have read more books than I can count.
19. I have lived in 10 different residences since birth
20. I have been in two major Midwest blizzards.
21. I can use a mimeograph machine, , a manual typewriter, and an adding machine. (Have I mentioned I am OLD?)
22. I have eaten liver, and chocolate covered ants. I actually like liver smothered in sautéed onions.
23. I was married to the same woman for 38 years until her untimely death. (Now that's an accomplishment!!)

24. I have remodeled an entire house.

25. I have fathered 3 children, and had to bury one. The latter goes against the grand scheme of things.

26. I braved the Dallas, TX Greyhound Bus station and rode a bus back to Indiana.

27. The only broken bone I have had is the second toe on my left foot. I’ve had several cracked ribs from falls from steps and bicycles.

28. I sang my first public solo at age 6.

29. My singing group was opening act for “Sha-Na-Na” at the performing arts center here in town to a crowd of about 1500.

30. I have seen the invention of 8 tracks, ipods, personal computers, cell phones, disc players and cassette players, push buttons on phones, CAT scans, and MRIs.

Four Years Later

2011-09-24T00:02:00.002-04:00

It has been 4 years since the passing of my lovely wife, Tilly. Grief certainly is not a kind thing, though everything you hear, read, and see, says grief is a natural thing, and that everyone processes grief differently. That is so true.

After four years, I still am experiencing grief. But is is different now. Not necessarily better, but different. That violent "cymbal-like " crash doesn't resound between my ears anymore. I still have nightmares, but not as often. The gut wrenching, heart-pounding, breathtaking pain has been replaced by a dull, quiet aching, that resides deeper within me. It resounds like a mini-echo in a large empty space I call my life.

Grief still resides there in my being, but I am better. I will go on. I will survive!

Peace,
JE

Thought-Filled Thursday

2011-09-22T00:01:00.000-04:00

Life is short, Break the rules, Forgive quickly, Kiss slowly, Love truly, Laugh uncontrollably, And never regret anything that made you smile.

My "Never On Sunday" (or any other day) List

2011-09-20T10:03:00.002-04:00

My good blog buddy Mel, over at "Mellodee's Musings" (sorry Mel, I can never remember how to to that highlight the http thingy) published a list of things she had never done, then challenged me to do the same. She and I declare that we were "twins separated at birth" we're so alike in our thinking and doing, and I further believe it. The numbered things are what was on her list and would be on mine to. Unnumbered things at the end of the list are my additions, and I would almost bet she could say that she hasn't done some of them either. Let the fun reading begin:(Understand that the ( ) remarks are mine, but could also be Mel's. I changed them if necessary.)

3. Never played at a water park.
4. Never been to New York City.

5. Never been on a trail ride.
6. Never seen the Grand Canyon.
8. Never served on a jury.
9. Never been on a cruise.
10. Never seen Lakes Huron, Ontario, Superior, (only seen Michigan and Erie.)

11. Never bought a thing from Bloomingdale's, Tiffany's, or Abercrombie & Fitch.
13. Never learned another language. (Sorry Senor Saxon, but I learned only a tiny bit of Spanish in your class.)
14. Never gone to New Orleans for Mardi Gras.
17. Never been in a helicopter.
20. Never even attempted to bake a pie.
22. Never been to a Haunted House on Halloween. (Or any other time!)
23. Never been to any of the Pacific Northwest states. (I hear tell that it rains all the time!!)
25. Never learned to "spot". (It's a dance term.)
26. Never played a musical instrument. (I play "at" the piano and organ, but that's not the same thing at all!)
28. Never been skiing. (That's OK, I'd probably fall off the mountain.)
29. Never got a tattoo. (Yet, Just in case you were wondering.)
30. Never been arrested. (Actually I could have been arrested a few times, but was lucky!)

Never flown in a small plane.

Never stayed in a really “posh” hotel.

Never played a team sport.

Never been to Disney World in FL.

Never been in those middle US states where the wind blows all the time.

Never won anything, ever.

Never been first at anything, (except in lunch line as a grade schooler.)

Never seen Mt. Rushmore.

Peace

What I Read #69

2011-09-19T17:40:00.002-04:00

Motion to Dismiss by Jonnie Jacobs: Kali O'Brien, a crackerjack defense attorney in San Francisco is having to play her best hand in a legal battle where reality is being challenged.
Grady Barrett, a local business tycoon, is accused of rape of Deirdre Nicholas. He claims he didn't do it. Because he is the husband of Kali's friend Nina, she agrees to defend him. Things only get worse when Nicholas's body is found at the bottom of a ravine in a "tony" part of town. Now Kali is fighting the system for Grady's life.
I was so sure that by "mid-novel" I this one figured out that I even announced to my daughter that I knew who did it. I wanted so badly to turn to the back to see if I was right, but I didn't. I am glad I didn't because I was wrong.
This was my first Jonnie Jacobs novel. I give it two thumbs up. I also went to the library and checked out two more in the Kali O'Brien series, they're that good!

Happy Reading,
JE

What I Read #68

2011-09-18T11:42:00.002-04:00

10th Anniversary by James Patterson and Maxine Paetro: The latest in the "Women's Murder Club" series. Lawyer Lindsay Boxer finally marries her long time lover Joe, and all her girlfriends are in attendance. Shortly, the celebration is overshadowed when a teenage girl is seriously hurt and then it is discovered that her newborn baby is missing.
Several sub plots kept me, the reader, challenged, but as always the team of Patterson and Paetro did another good job of keeping the action happening and the pages turning. If you are a murder mystery fan, and a Patterson reader, you won't want to miss this one.

Happy Reading,
JE

Should Old Acquaintances Be Forgotten?

2011-09-17T16:57:00.003-04:00

Friday, I met with an old classmate from High School. This was someone I ran around with during our high school years, and into college. We had a hit and miss friendship then, and then life got in the way. We both married, each had two children, and then grandchildren. We sort of lost track of each other. We would see each other about every five years, if I attended class reunions. He always went. He has remained close to other classmates. I haven't. I don't care that much. My high school years were fraught with personal health issues and heartache and was the most unpleasant four years of my life. I was the "new" kid, moving into a school at the beginning of 6th grade, and was never accepted fully by my classmates. Oh, they were okay to me most of the time, but I never got into the "cliques" that are a part of those formative years. Even this classmate I saw Friday was not very kind at times.

We had a nice breakfast together, discussed retirement, our grandchildren, our kids, and some of the classmates from the past. We discussed who had died recently, and other than that, it was pretty uneventful. Am I sorry I went to meet for breakfast. No, not really. In fact, I came away feeling much better about myself. This class really tromped on my self esteem, and I found out that those I thought were so cool and successful, really weren't all that cool and not all that successful in life, either. The guy I met today never graduated from college, never had the chance to teach school like I did, never got to teach college English like I did, and really doesn't have a very happy marriage. Does this sound like I am bragging? Probably, but I don't really care. I figure after all these years, I deserve some bragging rights. I finally feel like I might just have "made the grade" with this group, if I cared enough to get together with them all and share where I have been and what I accomplished. But I really don't care that much anymore.

So maybe old acquaintances should not be forgotten, but they can be slipped into the back of the mind, and maybe, with a little luck, their memory will just slip away.

Slip-sliding away...

Peace,

Thought Filled Thursday II

2011-09-15T08:15:00.001-04:00

They say only the good die young. That's why I make sure I'm an asshole at least once a day!

Note: This one was just too good to put off until next week!

Thought Filled Thursday

2011-09-15T00:32:00.000-04:00

How will you touch the life of someone today?

What I Read #67

2011-09-12T19:54:00.002-04:00

Heaven is For Real by Todd Burpo: I simply could not put this one down. Nearly four years old, little Colton Burpo is gravely ill. Doctors don't give the family much hope as Colton is wheeled into surgery for a ruptured appendix. Miraculously, little Colton lives. And tells his story to his family about visiting heaven and what he saw while he was there.
This is a true story! Pastor Todd Burpo, Colton's dad, tells it in plain English. Just like it happened.The things Pastor Burpo has learned from his young son have inspired awe in him, and has even strengthened his belief in God and the power of prayer.
I found that this book, short as it may be, answered many questions that have risen during my Christian walk. It has also given me a new perspective on heaven.
I recommend this book to anyone and everyone, no matter how you feel about religion, God, faith, or any part of each.
It took about two hours for me to read "Heaven is For Real." It might be the best two hours I spend this year, or ever!

Happy Reading,
JE

What I Read #66

2011-09-12T13:42:00.003-04:00

Shaken by JA Konrath: The next in the Jack Daniels series. When Jack wakes up and finds herself tied and gagged and in a storage locker somewhere, she has a pretty good idea of who put her there. She's just not sure how or when it happened, but she is sure why!
This novel takes the reader back in time to when Jack first joined the Chicago PD, and then moves forward, but keeps bouncing back and forth. After a while, the reader finds himself/herself knowing what the author is trying to accomplish.
The climax is powerful with Phin and Herb part of the action. The epilogue tells us that the next novel in the series, Stirred, will be the last one. What will happen to Jack? I anxiously await for Stirred to become available.
Happy Reading,
JE

How About This?

2011-09-12T10:09:00.001-04:00

How about this for a Autumn look? It will have to do for now. I enlarged the font, Bro, so maybe you can read it a little better.
Have a good week everyone.

Busy today!

Peace,
JE

Give My Regards to Broadway! Cause I'll Never Make It There!

2011-09-11T11:34:00.003-04:00

Last night was a treat. The mixed quartet I sing in performed at our local performing arts center. Not on the grand stage in the theater, but in a small venue. We sang for the local high school's class of 1951's class reunion. It was fun.
We began our program with a rousing gospel number called, "Let All the World Rejoice." We followed up with "It Had to be You," "What a Wonderful World," another gospel medley called "Swingin' With the Saints." We took time out to introduce ourselves, and tell a little about each of us, then went into a medley of songs by Indiana composer, Hoagy Carmichael. We finished up our program with a tribute to America, which of course contained segments from several old patriotic standards.
We were a success. I figured those listening were pretty near 80 years old, and they seemed to be attentive and enjoy what we were singing.
I have contemplated giving up this group. I talked to them about it last night. Our soprano and alto were supportive of me if I decide to quit, but our bass was pissed off at me for even thinking about it. My only response to him when he snottily said, "why would you want to quit" was just that I didn't want to do it any more.
Then, while I was up there in front of about 75 to 100 people, looking out at them smiling, and tapping, some even singing along, I thought, "why DO I want to give this up?" So, maybe I need to rethink this through again. It takes a lot of energy, and I can truthfully say that after a performance, and the adrenalin rush wears off, I am pooped. I am, by far, the oldest one in the group. But I love to sing. I also sing in a men's gospel quartet. That's really where my loyalty and love is. That kind of harmony and music speaks to me. (And, I don't have to put up with the snarky bass, either.)
I will continue to ponder, and pray about this decision. It is not one I will rush into lightly, nor hurriedly.

Peace,
JE

What I Read #65

2011-09-10T13:24:00.006-04:00

Gideon's Sword by Preston & Child: This novel by #1 Wall Street Journal bestselling authors, Preston and Child introduces Gideon Crew. Gideon Crew is a renegade of sorts, dedicating himself to the revenge of the wrongful death of his father.
He is being challenged by unseen foes, powerful foes. He has also impressed people whom he just might need on his side.
I was impressed by the author's handle on crime fighting, and how to put together a mind boggling
mystery full of action and suspense. This is a "thinking reader's" novel. After several novels of "fluff and fun," I found this one not only a challenge, but a thrilling read from cover to cover. I look forward to the next Gideon Crew novel. The authors dangled the carrot just enough!!

Happy Reading,
JE

More about scents!

2011-09-10T11:01:00.003-04:00

Yesterday, on a quest for the perfect frock for my granddaughter's third birthday gift, I stopped by the perfume counter at a major department store. I wasn't buying, I just wanted to smell some of the fragrances for men. (I am trying to get away from "Old Spice.")
Let me tell you, there is a plethora of them. The perky gal behind the counter described them to me as she sprayed a sample on these tiny pieces of paper, then waved them in the air. Egads! I guess they don't spray them on your wrist anymore. There were woodsy, earthy, fruity, and moss, and air and ocean breeze! (Lions and tigers and bears, oh my!)
I found a couple I sort of liked, so I carried those papers with me, finally jamming them into the pocket of my jeans.
This morning I am sitting in my chair and asked Prof, "What is that smell? Did you spray air freshener or something." No she didn't, but what ever it was, was making the back of my throat feel raw. I looked around, and there, on the table right next to my chair,(where I emptied my pockets) were those two sample papers. I know I don't want to spend my money on either one of those scents, and they should never be combined! Ugh!
Maybe my Old Spice isn't so bad after all!

"Scentously" yours,
JE

Scents, senses, and such

2011-09-08T12:01:00.003-04:00

Bear with me here. I have these thought rambling around in the gray matter and need to put them down where I can read them.
Have you ever noticed that certain scents remind you of something or someone? There is this weed that grows between the cracks in my sidewalk out front, that when I pull it out, it gives off an odor that reminds me of being at my grandparent's farm. I wonder if they had the same weed growing near the house or something.
The smell of roses brings back memories of my mom. Her house always smelled of roses. Especially her bathroom. Prof tracked the aroma down to coming from some rose-shaped hand soaps and lotion. Nevertheless, that smell has always been Mom's.
The smell of cinnamon and chocolate bring back memories of my late wife's kitchen, and I long for the smell of Estee's Youth Dew, which was Tilly's favorite scent. Our noses work in mysterious ways, don't they.
When I took my trash out this morning, I could smell "something" in the air that brings to mind the upcoming Autumn season. Fall is definitely in the air today. At least in the middle of Indiana. That of course means the heightening of other senses, especially in my kitchen.
Autumn means chili, potato soup and other culinary delights. After a hot summer season of grilling outside, salads, and cool or cold meals, I can hardly wait until we (Prof and I) fill the kitchen, and even the whole house with the fragrant smells of Autumn. I began the "season" yesterday evening by fixing pan fried chicken, mashed potatoes, fried apples and corn. This happens to be my family's favorite "cool weather" meal. Next to that would be Prof's take on her mom's chili. I can almost taste it now. But the real "soup winner" would be Tilly's wonderful potato soup. I have never been able to reproduce it, and she must have taken the recipe with her to her eternal rest, or else she never wrote it down and made it by rote. I will try again this year. Maybe she will smile on me instead of laugh at me! LOL!
Then there is the smell of bayberry, pine and such. The smells of Christmas. Did you know that there are only 107 shopping days until Christmas? Perish that thought, but I do love the sights, sounds, and smells of the Christmas season. I love the pine boughs, the candles giving off those special holidays scents, and the beautiful decorations. I like decorating, and the gift giving and the celebrating the true meaning of Christmas. I am just so not ready yet. That also means extreme cold weather, snow and ice. But it also brings the sounds of laughter, joy, the smell of woodsmoke in the air and the clean smell of new fallen snow.
Spring is my favorite season. Not only do I enjoy the rebirth of everything after the long winter's solstice, I enjoy the smell of new flowers, damp earth. I enjoy the singing of the birds, and even the buzzing of insects as they flit from bud to bud. Warmer temps after cold weather is a delight, as well as the feel of the sun on my skin.
There you have it. My rambling on and on about scents, senses. I hope each of you experience your favorite scents and senses to their fullest.

Peace,
JE

Thought-Filled Thursday

2011-09-08T00:17:00.000-04:00

"All it takes for evil to triumph is for good men to do nothing."*

Another Questionaire

2011-09-06T09:55:00.002-04:00

Mismatched questions

1. 1. Do you believe in Heaven?
Yes, life would be too much to bear without the belief that there is something better awaiting me.

2. Have you ever come close to dying?
No, not yet, thankfully!

3. What jewelry do you wear 24/7?
None

4. Would you ever consider having plastic surgery?
Nope. It’s too late, baby!

5. What do you wear to bed?
It depends on where I am. Home, summer, not a thing. Winter, just enough to stay warm. Away from home, just enough to be decent.

6. Have you ever done anything illegal?
Yes

7. Who was the last person that you touched?
Hugged my college roomie’s wife good bye at a recent reunion.

8. Where did you eat last?
My own kitchen/dining room. Out, Cracker Barrel.

9. Besides your own blog, are there any that you routinely read but never comment on?
Yes
10. Ever been involved with the police?
No, lucky me!

11. Do you talk in your sleep?

I don't think so

12. Now a celebrity fantasy. Who would you take on a ménage à trois for a dirty weekend?
Cher and Julia Roberts

13. Do you feel that you’ve had a truly successful life?
Yes, a good long marriage, two wonderful children, and good, maybe not high paying jobs, but I liked them. Very good life.

14. Where do you wish you were?
I’m very content where I am. But I love the Lake Michigan area.

2.
15. Have you ever ridden in an ambulance?
No, thank goodness!

16. Is there any type of dancing that you love to do?
My late wife and I actually could “dirty dance.” Fun!

17. Last gift you received?
Curley bought me breakfast last week.

18. Last sport you played?
Probably tennis in college. Yes, it’s been a long time.

3.
19. Last place you went on holiday?
Dallas/ Ft. Worth in the spring.

20. Current Song?
I can’t name one current song, but I like anything Reba sings!

I just needed a facelift.

2011-09-05T11:38:00.002-04:00

Hey blog readers and fan club!
I just needed a facelift on here. So I searched around blogland and found this one. Not sure this is the one I will keep, but it is here for now. It reminds me of my Grandpa and Grandma B's house. They actually had one of those phones that hung on the wall. I could never reach it. By the time I was tall enough, Ma Bell had exchanged it for a desktop dial cradle phone. Ah! Those were the days!

Peace,

JE
Note to Tallguy: Did you save my music background for my blog somewhere? If not, when I need it again, I will have you redo it. If so, where the he** is it?

My sentiments exactly!

2011-09-05T01:06:00.002-04:00

Mellodee had this posted on her blog. I love it. It sums up my feelings about math in general and algebra specifically.
Stand firm in your refusal to remain conscious during algebra. In real life, I assure you, there is no such thing as algebra."

-- Fran Lebowitz

roflmao.
JE

Angst and Anger?

2011-09-04T22:24:00.006-04:00

Angst:

a feeling of dread, anxiety, or anguish.

Anger:

a strong feeling of displeasure and belligerence aroused by a wrong; wrath.

Kiddo planned to come home, allegedly, for the long weekend. Then he found out that he had classes on Labor Day, so he would have to cut the weekend end short, but home he came. He. like every other college kid, brought home his dirty laundry. But that's not all he brought home. He brought home ATTITUDE. I mean attitude that I have never experienced from him since he was born way back in 1993. A few minutes into our visit, I found out all the things that were wrong with the college. It was too religious, it was hypocritical, the students in his dorm were a bunch of duds, too conservative, and unable to think for themselves. The food in the cafeteria was crap, and he was sorry he went there. He likes his classes, the challenges, the instructors, and being independent. And someone stole his phone.
I felt like I didn't even know this kid. And I felt like I knew nothing. I thought about the religious college I attended, and thought it couldn't be any worse than that. And I know times have changed, and a lot of Christian colleges are becoming more liberal. I figured that was the way his college was. Evidently not. At least not in Kiddo's eyes and mind.
Then he began to "rag" on his mom. Everything that has gone wrong in the last two weeks, somehow became her fault. Like she had any control over his class load, his getting along in the dorm, or anything else he had done, or not done since he'd been gone.
I tried very hard to keep my mouth shut. He was not aiming his venom at me. BUT, I have always been of the mind that you can say what you want to me, but you'd better not mess with my "chicks." I didn't like the way he spoke to Prof. I expressed myself as such, but Prof said to just keep it to myself and let him get everything off his chest.
Evidently, he really pissed her off and got on that "one last nerve" because all at once he went stomping out of the house, and left with friends. I was in bed when he got home, so I don't know what else transpired, but he went back to school early Saturday. At Mom's request!!!
He doesn't have a job, and claims that he just can't work "working" into his schedule. Fiddle sticks! He's out of class every day at noon. That includes chapel time, too. On campus jobs pay minimum wage, and even if he would work, it would only be about 7 hours a week. But that would give him spending money. Mom doesn't have it, and she has practically walked through fire to get him into college and ready with everything he needs. Without any monetary help from his dad.
I guess my biggest gripe about the whole thing is that Kiddo seems to think the world should revolve around him and his wants and desires. And at some point this attitude has to come to a screeching halt. He must realize that not everyone shares his liberal ideas and attitudes, and that maybe, just maybe, there really are two sides to everything.
I was angry. Not so much so that I exploded to Kiddo, but this anger smoldered until it has now become angst.

What I Read #64

2011-09-02T16:31:00.001-04:00

Cherry Bomb by J A Konrath: Another in the vast series about "Jack" Daniels. This is the last one that our public library has. There are more. In this one, Jack continues on the trail of her nemesis, Alex Kork, who was supposed to be dead, but isn't.
It's exciting, but after reading all the others, quite predictable. The explosive ending is phenomenal, though.
I asked for the next one through inter-library loan, which is a fantastic service that most libraries have, but is little known to patrons. There are a couple newer ones in the series, and it is my understanding that Konrath has ended this series. I will have to read the rest to see how the author decided to end it. I hope I am not disappointed.

Happy Reading,
JE

Tooth Brush Shopping

2011-09-02T09:06:00.003-04:00

Let me preface this with the fact that I HATE going to the dentist! That being said, I went yesterday. I have a multitude of cavities, which is a result of two things. First, I don't have good dental insurance. Secondly, I don't like to go, so I don't go unless I am in pain. I have a dental plan of sorts, but I have to call them, get the appropriate form sent to me, fill it out, and mail it in. So far, I haven't received any money. It seems that I should have met the required deductible by now. But I digress, again.
Yesterday I had two cavities filled. I must admit that Dr. H. did a good job of trying to make me comfortable. But, getting shots of Novocaine still hurts. And because of where she (yes lady dentist) was working, it took several "stabs" to get me numb enough. After Dr. H. was done, she talked to me about my ongoing case of gingivitis. It's not as bad as it was, but still there. So now I am supposed to get a sonic tooth brush. It allegedly will massage my gums, and help the bleeding and so on.
So, I started researching tooth brushes on line. Wow! I have always used what ever kind of soft bristled brush that was on sale. Now, I am finding that there is a plethora (I love that word) of sonic brushes on the market. In every price range. Dr. H. gave me a coupon for a certain kind, but that sucker is over $60.00 and the coupon is for $5.00. There is no way I can afford a brush that is that expensive. So, I put out the word to my Facebook friends, and they started naming different kinds in all price ranges. Thanks to them, by the way. So, armed with that knowledge, I am off to buy a "sonic" tooth brush. I know that WalMart would be cheaper, but I am boycotting them this week, so I will try Walgreen's. Wish me luck! I wish we had Costco!
Speaking of boycotting WalMart, I have decided to boycott them one week of every month. I don't like their "overseas" policy, which incidentally goes against what Sam Walton was all about, I don't like our local store, I don't like the way WalMart, Inc comes into a community and forces small local businesses to close, and the cashiers...well, enough said! As I write this, Prof walks in the door with, what else, bags from WalMart! Oh shit!

Peace,
JE

Thought-Filled Thursday

2011-08-31T22:20:00.001-04:00

"Happiness is a choice that requires effort at times."
anon.

The Other Side of the Coin

2011-08-29T09:29:00.002-04:00

You probably read my rant about WalMart and their Customer Service. Well, the very next day, I went to the True Value hardware store and an exact opposite experience.
I bought a lamp at a garage sale on Friday while I was out running around with Curley. I got it home and found that the little bolt on the harp (loopy thingy that holds the shade) wasn't long enough to go through the hole on the antique stained glass shade that I already had. (That's the real reason I bought the lamp in the first place.) I messed around with it for a while, trying different things I had around the house, to no avail.
Saturday, I took the harp and the decorative finial and went to True Value to see if they had something that could be added to what was already there. This nice young man listened while I explained what was needed. He went to the cabinets of bolts, couplers, etc, of which there must have been thousands. No luck there. He tried different departments, checking thread sizes and I don't know what all. Finally, he came to me and said that he could take it apart, remove the little bolt, put in another longer one, cut some sort of groove in the head of the new bolt so it would fit in a flange and on and on. I sort of knew what he was talking about, so I told him to go ahead. He disappeared into their work room. I strolled up and down the aisles of the store. It's been a long time since I have really perused a hardware store. Wow! The stuff available to us today is mind boggling. Soon, Young Man comes out, shows me what he had done. Just what he said he was going to do. I asked him how much...63cents. Can you believe that? When I asked how much for his time, he said, "Nothing, it's part of the service here, just glad I could help." I thanked him profusely, shook his hand, and headed for the cashier. She was courteous, friendly, and had a smile. I asked her if I could leave a tip for Young Man, and she said that they weren't allowed to accept tips. What a store!!!
I thanked her too, and said it was a shame that they didn't sell groceries!! I will go back there the next time I have a "hardware crisis."
This store is locally owned. I know the owner and his wife. They are both civic minded, and really cool people. Brian is one shop owner that has taken a small business, made it grow, and is even in the process of expanding into the shop next door that closed (another victim of WalMart). With customer service like his store offers, it's no wonder his business is a success!

What I Read #61,#62,#63

2011-08-28T15:53:00.003-04:00

Rusty Nail, Dirty Martini, Fuzzy Navel: all by J A Konrath: I just finish reading all the "Jack Daniel" books that our library had available. There are more! All of these are hilarious, yet fast moving mysteries. Jack and Herb continue to clean up the city of Chicago, catching the bad guys one at a time.
From snuff videos, to porta-potties, the action never ceases. Jack gets into one close call after another. Harry McGlade, the bumbling ex-partner of Jack's, now turned PI, is always close at hand to either lend a helping hand or get in the way.
There is never a dull moment in any of these novels.
Happy Reading,
JE

Addendum to WalMart Post

2011-08-27T10:16:00.002-04:00

I just saw a commercial for WalMart that showed a perky, helpful, and courteous cashier helping a mom buying school supplies. Where are these cashiers in real life? I'm just sayin'...

Another Unbelievable WalMart Experience

2011-08-26T22:06:00.002-04:00

Today, after a wonderful breakfast at a local eatery, my good friend Curley and I set out for our WalMart. We strolled around the whole store. I didn't really want to spend much more money this close to the end of the month, and I didn't have anything I needed except a loaf of bread. Curley didn't have a list, but needed to stop in the yarn department, then electronics. Then we traversed to the grocery department where we picked up a few things, checked the price on booze, laughed over a shopper pushing his cart backwards down an aisle, and generally had fun just being goofy. That is until we got to the checkout. I sometimes think the entire gene pool of our checkout staff would fit in a shot glass, but today just cemented that thought into reality. Being the typical WalMart, only 6 of the 22 checkout stations were open. And of course, they were all busy. So, we stood in what had to be the slowest line. I have experienced this cashier before. He is so slow, it's like watching a slow motion film seeing him check out merchandise. But I digress! Finally, it was our turn. I only had 3 items (why didn't I use the Express Lane...DUH!) So I went first. No problem, except for Slo-Mo. He was just slow!!! Then it was Curley's turn. She stood there as Slo-Mo checked out each item. I watched him and he sort of caressed each item as he checked it through the scanner. That was just weird! He said an amount, and my eyes got wide, but it was Curley's stuff and she was paying with her debit card, not mine, so I just stayed quiet. She said to Slo-Mo, that she thought he made a mistake, charging her $92.35 for a package of day old cookies marked $1.94. He gave her a superior look, and said that she would have to take it up with Customer Service since he had already rung up and cashed out her merchandise! Well, I was pissed!!!!! As we walked towards the customer service area, I was ranting and raving about Slo-Mo's stupidity, his ineptitude as a cashier, his ugly "S" shaped posture, and especially his just being an asshat!!
We waited our turn at CS and finally got to see a CS rep. Curley explained to her what had happened. She was very apologetic, and proceeded to take care of the problem. I was still ranting and said that Slo-Mo was a blight on WalMart, which was already blighted in my opinion, but was the only general merchandise store in town, and what choice did we have, and on and on. Then, the CS rep couldn't get the computer to do what it had to do, for when Slo-Mo rang it up, he screwed up the UPC code some way or another, and the CS computer wouldn't pick up the same thread, or some such lingo. Curley, who has plenty of patience, suggested that they just refund the mistaken money, and resell her the cookies at the regular marked price. I was really getting hot about this time and just started to rant again, and Curley turned to me and very nicely said, "why don't you take the cart and go sit on that bench or, you could wait in the car if you want to." I shut up, took the cart, and went to sit on the bench at the edge of the CS area. Fifteen minutes later, here came Curley. She was still smiling and wasn't upset. Just glad she got her $92.35 back. We went on to the car, put our stuff in and sat down. Curley said she thought they gave her back too much money. Turns out that the cookies are a non-taxable item because they are food, and when they refunded Curley's money, they also refunded the 7% state tax on $92.35!! Curley said that maybe she should take it back in. I said, "Hell no!" put the car in gear before she could change her mind and got the heck out of there. She has to go back on Sunday for her regular grocery buying, and knowing her like I do, she will probably cave in and take the receipt and the extra money back. I would just consider it a service charge.
I needed to chill out and relax,so we went to McDonald's and I had a sweet tea!
I am not done, I am composing a letter to WalMart Corporate to tell them about this whole affair. Slo-Mo better watch his "P's and Q's" because I am out to get him. I am just so tired of being treated like crap at their check out counters. I think WalMart sends their cashiers to "Nasty School" before they can become a cashier. I have already shifted my prescriptions to another pharmacy just because of their service at WalMart pharmacy. Kroger Pharmacy has the same low cost prescription program, and are a lot more friendly and efficient.

Rant over, but steam still rolling whenever I think about it!

Peace, (well maybe tomorrow)
JE

Thought-Filled Thursday

2011-08-25T00:02:00.000-04:00

Life isn’t about waiting for the storm to pass. It’s about learning to dance in the rain.

What I Read #60

2011-08-23T19:11:00.002-04:00

Bloody Mary by J A Konrath: Jacqueline Daniels, officer with the CPD, is again faced with finding a psychotic murderer who is wreaking havoc on the city of Chicago. Enlisting the help of her partner, Herb Benedict, Jack begins the manhunt. When tragedy strikes very close to home, Jack is bound and determined to find the killer. While trying to do her job, she is also trying to get her love life in order, and deal with her mom, a former cop herself.
Told in a manner that will bring smiles to your face, even a laugh now and then, this story is still a spellbinder, and some passages are not for the faint-of-heart.

Happy Reading,
JE

What I Read #59

2011-08-23T18:57:00.003-04:00

Whiskey Sour by J A Konrath: The first in the Jacqueline "Jack" Daniels mystery series. Jack is a lieutenant with the Chicago Police Department. She is in her mid forties and feels like she is missing the best part of her life being "married" to her job. Her ex-husband left her years ago because she spent too much time on the job, not in the home.
There is someone stalking and murdering women on the streets of Chicago. It is up to Jack and her partner, the always noshing Herb Benedict. Together they begin to put the pieces together that are needed to catch this psycho.
Told in plain language, with generous helpings of humor, even the most serious reader will find moments when he or she laughs out loud.
This is one series that I think I will enjoy. In fact, I have begun reading the next in the series. They are all names after bar drinks, which in itself his humorous.

Happy Reading,
JE

What I read #58

2011-08-19T17:04:00.003-04:00

Wildcrafters by Sky Kathleen Moody: Venus Diamond, a Fish and Wildlife Service agent is on her honeymoon. She is called back to work when a small child goes missing on an Indian Reservation in western Washington State. Clues tell Venus and her crew, that little Paris Nighteagle was taken by a wild animal. But those in the area that know that animals are creatures of habit, think differently.
While delving into the mystery, Venus encounters those of the native tribe that are "wildcrafters," or people who harvest the natural products, including herbs, and wild mushrooms, and sell to the outside world. It seems that someone is harvesting more than that on the reservation.
Wildcrafters gave insight to a little known craft of the woods. One that has been passed down from generation to generation. Ms Moody tells the story well, and lets the reader learn as they read. I give this one a definite "thumbs up."

Happy Reading,
JE

Thought-filled Thursday

2011-08-18T12:08:00.000-04:00

The world will pass away, but love and beauty will remain.
~ Scottish proverb

Peace,
JE

Friends I Have Never Met

2011-08-18T09:06:00.002-04:00

In this age of technology, I am constantly amazed at the things we can do with computers. But, the most amazing thing is getting to know people from other places.
Many years ago, my late wife Tilly got connected to a "chat room" called "Neverland." It was one of those chat rooms with rules you had to abide by or the monitor could kick you off. No swearing, no slam dunks to others, no racial slurs, etc. She would spend hours after supper on there visiting with people from all over the world.
There were Bub and Glint. Bub and Glint were a youngish couple with the desire to see America. They lived in New Zealand. They had three pre-teenage children. One summer, they hired an aupair to care for their children, refinanced their home, and flew to America, where they rented a car, and traveled the USA visiting all their friends that they had made on the internet. Yes, we opened our home to them for three days and nights. We took them on a tour of the historical sites around our area, out to eat, to visit the rest of our family, and generally had a good time. What a leap of faith for all of us. They could have been "axe murderers" for all we knew but then, we could have been scary, too. We heard from them after they got home, but then life sort of got in the way, and we ceased to keep in contact.
There are also Gary and June. They too live in New Zealand. They are my age, retired, and living in Wellington. The nice thing about Gary and June is that, after all these years, we still keep in touch. I know what they are doing, and how they are doing. They don't have grandchildren, so are always anxious to hear about mine. When Tilly passed away, Gary and June were on the list of people whom I felt a need to notify. They were indeed saddened, and sent a beautiful card of condolence. I know Gary likes to garden, and has beautiful flowers. I know that June likes to bowl and has trophies. She also likes everything Christmas, One year we sent her ornaments for their tree from here. Stuff they cannot get there. We also sent her a catalog from Bronner's Christmas Wonderland in Michigan.
As a matter of fact, I just got snail mail from Gary yesterday bringing me up to date with his recovery from a stroke and consequently, brain surgery. He is doing well. Their computer crashed some time ago, and they haven't replaced it, so we use snail mail quite often to keep in touch. We exchange pictures, so it's like having relatives in another land.
Then there is Mellodee. Mel and I have been blogging buddies now for most of 2011. She and her hubby are about my age. They live in Austin, TX. Mel and I have so much in common, that we laugh about being twins separated at birth. We blog and comment on each other's blogs, and we also send e mails to each other. I know that Mellodee is not her "real" name and she know that I am not really "Jimmieearl." (Who would actually name a boy that, anyhow?) I know that no matter how I feel about a subject, I can always say what I think on Mel's blog and she will not be upset with me, and vice-verse. We have even talked about meeting for coffee sometime when I am in Texas. My brother only lives about 3 hours from Austin, so it is a possibility.
I have about 35 followers on my blog. Most of whom I don't know. Some comment, some don't. But it is nice to know that out there in cyberspace, there are some people who share the same interests or hopes or dreams that I do.
Yes, a computer is a marvelous invention. It has made our world so much smaller. It has made living easier, and friends and relatives closer. If I can find any fault, it would be lack of actually writing a letter, and that I spend way too much time sitting in front of a computer screen. But, on the other hand, oh gee, I'm retired and have the time to spend!

What I Read #57

2011-08-15T13:55:00.002-04:00

Deeper Waters by Mary Morgan: Attorney Noah Richards is renting a beautiful home on the shores near Seattle. He is thinking seriously of buying the house until a Native American's body is washed up on the beach near it. Noah had just met this young man earlier that day.
What he finds as he investigates the young man's demise is a mini civil war between the developers of the Seattle coastline and the Native Americans.
Without adding a lot of extraneous detail, Mary Morgan develops her characters and their places in the story.
I enjoyed Morgan's writing style and story-telling ability.

Happy Reading,
JE

What I Read #56

2011-08-15T13:46:00.002-04:00

Breach of Trust by David Ellis: Criminal Defense Attorney Jason Kolarich returns in this suspense filled novel. A novel of political corruption and action, it is guaranteed to be thrilling to the end. You won't want to put it down until the last sentence is read.

Happy Reading,
JE

Thought-filled Thursday

2011-08-13T14:07:00.003-04:00

Oops! I forgot about this, so I am posting this late:

“To live in this world, you

must be able to do three things:

to love what is mortal, to hold it against

your bones knowing you own

life depends on it, and when the time comes

to let it go, to let it go.”

Mary Oliver (American poet)

Peace,

To Dog or not to Dog..That is the QUESTion!

2011-08-09T09:50:00.002-04:00

Since I was a child, except for brief respites, there has always been a canine around the house. When I was very young, we always were getting a new puppy, because we lived in the country, next to a state highway, and our dogs were always escaping the confines of the fenced-in back yard, and running away, or meeting their fate, unfortunately, under the wheels of fast-moving vehicles.
We had several breeds, but the one that comes to mind is the Boston Bull Terrier. Cute, loveable, and well behaved. We had two of that breed, one after the other; the first one living over 16 years.

When I married, I talked my new wife into getting a Border Collie. That was a fun dog. Intelligent, again loveable, and a good watch dog. When we moved off the farm and into town, we gave "Brandy" to some friends who lived in the country so she wouldn't have to be confined to our small back yard. She lived a long time, finally succumbing to old age. We then owned a Poodle, who hated me, a Schnauzer who didn't like Kiddo being around, and finally a Pug. The Pug was Tilly's dog from day one. And, strangely enough, about six weeks before Tilly passed away, she decided to find the Pug a new home. She interviewed several families, and finally settled on one. I still think Tilly had a premonition that she was going away.

Since then, I have been dog-less. I keep saying, "I don't want a dog. I don't want the responsibility of house training a puppy. No! No! NO!" But in truth, as I grow older, I think I wouldn't mind having a pooch around. Now, that being said, I am still in the thinking stage. I KNOW that I don't want some tiny, yappy, "wannabe" dog. What I want is a Black Lab. I am thinking a female, who has already been "fixed" and is house trained. I don't want to begin in the puppy stage again. I have new furniture, and carpets and I don't want them ruined, so house-trained is a must. I want a dog who likes to walk with me on a leash. Yes, that might take some training, but I would be okay with that.

The big thing, and this is a big thing, is what to do with said dog when I travel. The last thing I would do to my brother and sister-in-law is take a dog into their home. I fly many of the trips, so taking a dog along would be either out or too costly. As long as Prof is still living with me, she would probably be willing to care for a dog, but she doesn't particularly like dogs, so I would hate to ask her, and Lil Bro has two children, going to school, a home of his own, and a full-time job, so asking him to dog sit is completely out of the question. I have a friend who runs a kennel and k-9 training school in a nearby city who would be more than willing to keep my dog, but that's another expense. So the quandary continues. Do I go ahead and adopt a Black Lab when one comes available, or do I remain dog-less? If I do get a dog, I will name her Bernice!

Technology Overload

2011-08-08T15:00:00.000-04:00

Okay, this is just my opinion, and my complaining, but after all, it's my blog, so I can whine if I want to. (Brings back a song lyric, "it's my party, and I'll cry if I want to..")
The school where I taught, a middle school consisting of grades 6 through 8, has written a grant and gotten money to allow each and every child who enrolls to have a lap top computer. Along with the purchase of said computers, came the software and hardware the school needs to run the entire program.

This all sounds well and good, doesn't it? And since I am no longer there, I am out of the loop. But, I do know, and I can see it at my own house, that already kids spend too much time in front of a computer screen. I read recently that by the time a male reaches age 21, he will have spent over 10,000 hours just playing video games. I don't know who did this survey, but that is some scary stuff. (I don't know what the girls are doing, this specifically mentioned guys. Girls are probably texting and spending Facebook time!)

My big concerns are that we are making our students lazy. They no longer will have to "write" anything on paper, trips to the library will become less frequent, for there is all the research material they need right at their fingertips. Homework can be emailed to the teacher, etc, etc. And speaking of the teachers, I talked to a few who were complaining about having to spend so much of their summer at school rewriting lesson plans, learning how the new system is working and so on, but what they neglected to add was that they were getting paid handsomely for every hour they were there, above and beyond their usual salary.

Another thing, though the parents had to sign a user contract, and so did the students, I have seen students, especially my "special ed" ones have melt downs and throw their books across the room, and have a "tizzy fit." What happens when they throw the laptop across the room. Oh, there is insurance for damage, and the most a parent can be responsible for is $100.00! Well, since over 50% of our kids are on free or reduced lunch, and tuition, and lots of them have never had to pay anything at all, and have even had library fines excused, how can the school expect them to come up with a damage payment. How about having them pay a $400.00 refundable deposit at the beginning of the school year? Sounds good to me.

It will be interesting to sit back, at home luckily, and see what happens. I have heard of other schools that have had great success, and I really hope this goes well. I hope the teachers take the ball and run with it. I saw "smart boards" come into the classrooms while I was there, and was amazed at some of the teacher's attitudes of not wanting to learn how to use them. Lots of money wasted there, and I sincerely hope, in this day of reduction of spending on education, that these same teachers will at least take advantage of this opportunity. I have seen lots of teachers lose their jobs around our area and across the nation, and I wonder if this "grant" money could have been spent more wisely at this time.

Okay, enough griping, I will shut up now!

Peace,
JE

Lots to Choose From

2011-08-08T09:23:00.002-04:00

Last week I changed my carrier service for my internet, cable, and phone. I can't remember when my late wife and I subscribed to the one we had, but past billings showed that over the years, the price had nearly doubled. So it was time to go cheaper. It's the only utility that I can have any say-so on how much I am charged.
I called a new provider in town, got a quote, and made the change. After I was all connected, the technician handed me a sheet with items circled. The items circled was what came with my new cable package. Wow! I didn't even know that many channels existed out there on the air waves. I can watch all kinds of cooking shows, numerous sports channels, lots of movies and of course, my favorite, Create, a channel for crafters, gardeners, and cooks, with some travel thrown in. I even have this new box included in my package that lets me record stuff automatically. A DVR. Wow, again!
Now I have to figure out how to run a new remote, and where to find my most watched channels. CBS, my favorite, is no longer found on channel 2. It is now on 15. I haven't even found the Fox network channel yet, but have to do that before the new season for Glee comes on. I did find lots of Major League Baseball games on Saturday. Wow! Once again!
I can even watch old Country Music videos, and listen to all kinds of music. My brother will be in "bliss" the next time he comes to visit, for now I have the Western Channel.
Lots to learn, and for a person who watches very little TV, maybe it's over the top. But, hey, it was the cheapest, on special, deal they had, and the price is locked in until January, 2013. Who knows, maybe they won't raise the rates even then. Yeah, right. But until then, I can enjoy all this and more, and be saving $35.00 a month in the process. Go me!

Technically challenged,
Peace!
JE

Did I Say"Crochet?"

2011-08-04T09:57:00.002-04:00

Yes I did! Last winter I was bored, and housebound much of the time, simply because it was too cold to get out and to much snow to get about. So, Curley taught me to crochet. Does this make me a sissy? Oh, I don't think so.
In my research about crocheting, I found it interesting that there really isn't much history about crochet. But I did learn that in earlier times, while women actually did the spinning of the wool into yarn, men would crochet the yarn into usable cloth and clothing. Those beautiful Irish sweaters were often knit by men, too.
For centuries fishermen have mended their own nets. Yes, they use a shuttle-like bobbin instead of a hook, but the basic series of loops and knots they use are the same as the "fillet" stitch used in crochet. I wonder if that is why it is called "fillet." Interesting.
I wonder why our society puts so much stock in what is stuff that women do, and what is stuff that men do. I also do laundry, cook and clean. So why do I feel like I need to keep the fact that I can sew, and crochet a little quiet? Might someone think lesser of me? Maybe, but at my age, I shouldn't care. And, really I don't.
Word is getting out, though, because I have donated several pieces to my church's prayer shawl ministry. I also have made them for friends and family.
This is an interesting hobby, not too expensive, and one that is pretty rewarding when I see the finished product. I do find it hard to stick to a set pattern. I want to change little things along the way. Creative and fun! What more can an artsy ask for!!

Rain and Other Stuff

2011-08-03T08:37:00.003-04:00

It rained last night. I have no idea how much, but there are puddles out there! The lightening was beginning to flash as I turned off my bedside reading light, and I struggled to stay awake to see if it would rain. But, alas, I fell asleep and missed it. (Good thing though, because last evening I told my daughter and grandson that if it actually rained, I was going out on the back step and sit in it in my underwear...without an umbrella!) Things look a little greener, and now the weeds will continue to grow. Maybe the grass will too.
Right now it is gray and gloomy and I am hopeful that we might get a little more of the wet stuff. I am getting a new internet, cable, and phone provider today, and I don't know if they are too keen on getting on the truck lift to string wire if there is lightening in the area. I know I wouldn't be.
I am fighting another ear infection, or what feels like one. I can hear the "thump thump" of my heartbeat in there, and it snaps and cracks, and has some drainage. I have a new med that I am suppose to use at the first sign, so maybe this will be the one that works.
I am not looking forward to the biopsy that is coming up in just 14 days. Guys that have had them tell me that the discomfort is minimal, but that doesn't allay my fears too much. More, I am concerned with what the Dr. will find once he gets there. That is the scary part. I correspond regularly with an old friend who is wife to a physician. She talked to him, and he passed along the advice that this type of test is the only way to be sure there is nothing wrong with the prostate, and the PSA blood tests are not always accurate.
We must all be careful out there on the streets now. School is beginning in many areas, and kids are once again afoot. They seem to think that the crosswalks and signals and signs are for everyone else but them. So, please watch out for the kids!
I continue to crochet. It is a good pastime for sitting in the AC, and we all know just how much time we have spent in the AC this summer, and my recent electric bill, which I received this AM reflects it. Ouch! I want to say that it is worth every penny of it, but those are mighty precious pennies. The utility companies have us all by the short hair in this day and age. But that's fodder for another blog, another day.

Peace,
JE