Our Daily Thread 9-28+29-19

Good Morning!

Today’s header is from Jo.


And 20 years ago today my wife Cheryl and I were married. πŸ™‚



Anyone have a QoD?



87 thoughts on “Our Daily Thread 9-28+29-19

  1. Welcome to my Saturday. my feat for the day was to change my password on an official site. Very complicated. I could still get into the daily part, but not the other stuff. So I had to figure out where to go to change it. Now I can get into the employment stuff which i will need to change when i come home. Whew!

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  2. Morning! Pretty birds up there!
    It is 44 degrees outside…and foggy. Loving the changing of the season. Guys say they will stain the floors finally today…then to do the stairs and upstairs landing/bathroom…wondering if it will truly happen this time…no more renovations…this is doing me in…. 😳 But, at least is enjoyable being outdoors while they are working indoors…. 😊


  3. Lovely shot of those birds. It reminds me of a tree on Pickney Island, a nature preserve area near the bridge going over to Hilton Head. There is one tree that always has birds sitting in it like that. Why that tree? It is a curiosity

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  4. Regarding last night’s mention of the new pronouns we are supposed to learn, like ze and zir, or ze and hir, I have two questions about pronunciation, if anyone here happens to know. As Cheryl asked last night, does “hir” sound like “her”?

    On another matter of new words, I’ve seen the word “Latinx” used a few times. Wondering how that is pronounced, and what exactly is its use. Does it sound like it looks – like Latinks?

    I once saw a trans-type of man (he used his original first name, but dressed like a woman) use “Mx” instead of “Mr.” or “Miss” or “Ms.” Still wondering how that is pronounced.


  5. I actually think this might be a good idea. Having flown around the world with infants, toddlers, normal-sized children, without a husband, it’s helpful to have people around you who understand you’re doing the best you can.

    When even your infant son’s godfather chooses to sit across the aisle from you on a NYC to LA flight, well, you’ve got a 5-hour job cut out for you alone! (Of course, he didn’t have children then . . . so how could he understand?).

    The best advice came out of the NY Times Magazine years ago from a woman who described standing in the back of a NYC to Rome flight for 8 hours.

    “Everyone on the plane hated the screaming baby. I hated the baby. My only consolation was knowing I’d never see any of these people again.”

    I think of that woman often while traveling! πŸ™‚

    But while I’m on this subject–do airlines REALLY have to separate families when providing boarding passes?

    I’ll never forget two long-travel flights across the Pacific Ocean with four children on tickets purchased months ahead of time (back in the Dark Ages). No one in my family of six was sitting next to each other.

    I’ll never forget the shocked look on the gate attendant’s face on the first flight when I asked who was going to sit next to the baby, if not me.

    “What baby?”

    “The one at my feet in a car seat.”

    They found two seats together for her and me, with the five-year-old across the aisle after his seatmate had mercy on us all.

    As to my elementary-aged sons? I told them I’d see them in Honolulu. They learned to play poker on that flight . . .


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  6. I don’t know how those terms are pronounced, Kizzie, I’ve (now) only seen them in written form. We had a younger journalist on staff a while back who knew all the latest terminology when it came to the gaytrans populations.

    It seems confusing to me as there are so many varietions springing up. I suppose a particular word or words will (or could), in time, with more mainstream exposure and usage, become acceptable and part of our more broadly-recognized vocabulary. It took a while for Ms. to become a standard form of address, I believe, but that was just one term. Maybe there were others in the running at that time, too.

    There are so many nuanced categories springing up, I think the terminology will have be simplified and streamlined to win overall general population use. It leaves most of us right now just confused (hard enough, sometimes, determining whether someone is male or female, by birth or preference/dress/appearance, let alone how they might individually prefer to be addressed). Currently it strikes me that there are too many micro-terms defining the sub-categories of the gay/trans population. No one on the “outside” can keep up with that, in my opinion.

    Maybe everyone soon will have their own unique, self-identifying pronoun.

    Hey Kim, hope all is going better in your work world. How’s Mr. P doing in the wake of the loss of his cat buddy?

    Nancyjill, your post brings back memories, as did the sounds of a nearby workers’ truck unloading materials this morning as I was just waking up. Someone’s getting something done today, I thought to myself. New day, new job, new workers.

    It’s very cool here this morning on the coast, very fall-like. In a couple hours I’ll be off for the daylong visit with my friend who lives an hour north of here, but first I have to run to the store and wrap her belated birthday gift.

    Cowboy did better last night, he slept quietly and I only heard him pacing a couple times before and after I let him out for a brief 3 a.m. backyard break. We took a little bit longer walk last night so maybe that helped him feel more tired. Maybe we’ll make that more of the norm again. Our nightly walks had gone from 40-50 minutes or so to around 20-30 minutes this summer, depending on how late it was (the later the hour, the shorter the walk). But maybe it’s time to push that up again now that the weather is cooling off so much.

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  7. I work for a very large company – hundreds of thousands of employees around the world. There are many active LGBT+ support groups and a huge corporate emphasis on diversity.

    In our online employee directory we have a place where we can put our preferred pronouns. Of all the people I have ever looked up for any reason over the last few years, I’ve only found one employee who put in his preferred pronouns, and they were he/him/his.

    In other words, I’ve never seen an employee who posted that they preferred one of the new pronouns, even in a company where it ought to be safe to do so.

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  8. Oh, this could be fun, since I don’t think I’ve ever said. QOD: What company do you think I work for?

    Hint #1, already given, it’s very large, with hundreds of thousands of employees.

    Hint #2, it’s existed for over a hundred years.

    More hints to come.

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  9. Kevin, one of the oldest companies in the world is the Hudson’s Bay Company, known simply as The Bay these days. But it might be too old, as it is nearly 350 years old.

    A few Cape Breton (region of Nova Scotia) reels:

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  10. Re: Pronouns – Have yet to encounter that issue as well, and I just spent three years on a university campus.

    Incidentally, I speak a little of a language with gender neutral pronouns. There are many such languages in existence. The existence of gender neutral pronouns in language actually, if one looks at the cultures that exist alongside language that use pronouns with no gender, has no effect whatsoever on the roles of the sexes. Wolof, the tribal language I know with no gender in the pronoun, is spoken in a culture with very traditional male and female roles. The same goes for Turkish, Korean, Bengali, Swahili, Hungarian, Armenian, Finnish, Kurdish, Yoruba (Nigerian tribal language), and Mandarin, among others.

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  11. To answer Kim’s question: I have been working. I would be working today, except I had a prior appointment for a follow up for something they found when I had an ultrasound earlier this year (nothing serious, but its existence may help to explain the odd symptoms that I have been experiencing for the past couple of years). Work orientation ends at the end of this month, and then I am on my own. Gulp.

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  12. Kevin – 3M (formerly known as the Minnesota Mining and Manufacturing Company)?

    You may have told me when we met, but I’ve forgotten. 3M came to mind because of an article I read a couple or so months ago.

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  13. One thing I found out in a business situation is that a trans person who has changed their name might get a tad bit offended if you ask which name they prefer to be called by. I was innocently asking if they wanted to be called by their first or middle name, but maybe they thought I meant their old or new name. It’s all a learning experience. Some people are always on the watch for something to get offended over. Now you know one thing not to do. That was two years ago. Lesson learned.

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  14. I’ve been writing blog posts and sorting out my house. I’m finally going to move the extra bed from the large guest room back into the giggle room where it belongs and return the book shelves to the guest room. We shifted everything in June in expectation of the Finns and just haven’t been able to get it all resorted since.

    We also are storing two wingback chairs which I just moved down into the living room while my daughter-in=law decides what to do with them. That will make room in the Giggle room for the twin bed to return.

    That may be all the major exercise I get. Mr. Tree Trimmer has just returned, so I need to hear from him as well . . .

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  15. Yes, this will be my last furlough, then I plan on returning for one more year. They are talking to someone about teaching my class. I am going through the closets at school and getting rid of things. I am the only one who knows we haven’t used those things for ten years. It will all got to PNG schools. I am also always getting rid of things at home. I take things to school and put it on the giveaway table.
    I decided that 72 would be a reasonable age to retire. It is so isolated here. Grateful for you all.

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  16. We call those birds kites. In the past there have been several hanging out at school waiting for the children to drop some food. A kind of hawk, I believe. No parrots yet, I will send those photos later.

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  17. Jo, I’ve seen kites but probably not that species, and they were flying (or at least some of them). But I saw them from the car, so no flight photos, though I wanted them!


  18. My daughter learned a reel for a fiddle contest in Canada. We have several Canadians come down for contests here. They used to love the exchange rate when they won cash. My daughter won a cash prize up there. She didn’t win as much as she thought, though, with the exchange rate. We had a wonderful time, although it was a late night. It was 3 in the morning before the fiddling ended. A couple of the judges asked her to show her how to play in the western style of fiddling. It was when we got back someone told us that those judges were known as the best in Canada. Our daughter was a teen at the time. That is one of the fun things about the contests—learning from each other.

    Those were also the days when we could travel freely back and forth between countries. We brought one of our daughter’s friends with us. They were both under age, but no one cared. Things are very much different at the border now. Too bad.

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  19. The girls and I will be going out to lunch on Tuesday to commemorate the second anniversary of Hubby’s death, which is actually on Wednesday, but Nightingale is working then.

    We did this last year. As the day has been approaching this year, I wondered if it would be silly or maudlin to do it again. But then I found out that Nightingale had been thinking of it, too. I don’t know if we will do this every year, but for now it is helpful for us.

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  20. It has been well over a month since we’ve seen Chickadee. (I told you about the mix-up a couple weeks ago, which had ticked off Nightingale.)

    I understand what a couple of you have said about adult children having lives of their own, often moving away and rarely seeing their parents. But I have a couple new thoughts on that.

    For one, when I read about how beneficial the grandparent-grandchild relationship is for both, it makes me think that that is not an accident of circumstance, but that God intended that relationship to be special. Not that it is ungodly to move if the circumstances warrant it, but that that is not the ideal. In general, there is something wonderful in families being close enough to visit fairly often. I feel sad for families that can’t, for whatever reason. (I grew up away from extended family, and keenly felt the lack.)

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  21. 6 Arrows is correct. I work for IBM.

    It’s a bit ironic. (I hope I’m using that word correctly.) Until I was 38 I never worked for a company with more than 100 employees. I always said that I wanted to work for smaller companies, that I would never want to work for a big company like IBM. That’s how I said it, “a big company like IBM.”

    When we moved to MIchigan I joined a company with 750 employees and $100 million in annual revenue. To me, that was a big company. I liked that company. But in the 24 years since then the company has been bought by a large company (but 1/10 the size of IBM), sold off as an independent company again, and finally 4 years ago bought…by IBM. Exactly who I said I’d never want to work for.

    IBM’s okay, but my part in the grand scheme of things doesn’t seem as important, and the bureaucracy sometimes gets frustrating.

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  22. The other thought – and this is more pertinent to the situation with Chickadee – is that families tend to have their own kind of “culture”. For some, that might mean gathering for a family dinner every so often, or dropping in on each other once a week or so, or not getting together much at all due to differing schedules and interests.

    Until my mom died, we (my parents, my brother’s family, and us) were a family that had most holidays together (and my MIL would come along, too), and Mom and I got together fairly often. At one time in particular, I took the girls over to visit her and Dad (if he were home) once a week. Even then, they might take the girls for a visit another time in the week.

    The McK family is quite similar. They have most holidays with their extended family. When Mrs. McK’s parents alive, they would visit them fairly often, a drive of about an hour and a half, and when her parents were ill (the last few years of their lives), she – and often one or both of the daughters – would go down once a week to spend the day and help out. And throughout the years, Mrs. McK would speak to her mom on the phone every night for about an hour.

    My point being that both of our families have that kind of “culture”, and Chickadee’s infrequent visits don’t go along with that culture.

    My suspicion is that the McK daughters have convinced Chickadee that they are the ones who truly accept and understand her, and that we don’t. And Mr. and Mrs. McK seem to foster an attitude of dependence on them, so they don’t push (even gently) Chickadee to grow.

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  23. Chas, credit for the electric light usually goes to Thomas Edison, but I’m not sure there’s a company name involved. Are you thinking of General Electric?


  24. Kevin – My guess did have an M in it at least. πŸ™‚

    Your story reminds me of Hubby and banks. There was a large bank that he did not like, so he moved our accounts to another. Within a few years, Large Bank bought up that one. So he moved our accounts to yet another bank. And within a few years, Large Bank bought out that one, too. πŸ˜€

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  25. Btw, folks, I know I need to accept the situation with Chickadee as it is. That is very hard, and you know that that is because of the ungodly influence of the McK girls.

    I do pray that she will come home, but I pray that even more than that, God’s will be done in her and in her living situation, as well as in each of the McK girls. I’ve also been praying for God to give me peace about it all, to help me entrust her to Him more than I have.

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  26. K, I can play a few jigs in fiddle style, but have not yet learned to play a reel. I would like to learn what the Metis, Quebecois, Acadian, and a few Cape Breton fiddlers do, which is keep the beat with their feet, either sitting or standing, wearing clogs (I do not know how to do the correct steps, but I often find myself tapping my feet to the rhythm).
    Keeping the beat, Cape Breton step dancing style:

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  27. The floors were stained today and it smells to high heaven in here! (And they do look kind of dark…should I ask them to sand them down and make them lighter?!) Tomorrow afternoon they plan to come back put a sealer on it and start the stairs while it dries. Monday they will stain the stairs and seal them and then the bathroom and landing. Monday will be final coat and finish up stairs…yep…that’s what he said!!
    Mumsee gets the first snow!!!? Booo!!!! ⛄️
    Kevin my husband was with β€œone” company for 25 years. NCR became AT&T Global which became Symbios, which became LSI which became Avago which became Broadcom…I think I got them all and in the right order 😊

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  28. This is a humorous and touching obituary for a weimaraner dog. . .

    “IN MEMORIAM: We do not generally share these but this one moved us so…

    Gustavo, “Gus,” Klinkner passed peacefully after a courageous battle with trying to be a good boy.

    Born pure bread and all weim, he spent his first few years in and out of foster care as he simply outgrew the hearts of well-meaning humans.

    In 2011, he met the Klinkners and knew that finally someone understood: he wasn’t a bad dog, he was just really hungry.

    Proving an old dog actually can learn new tricks, Gus spent the better half of his life exploring the joys of being canine. He mastered total pillow domination, and the art of morphing to the exact dimensions of a king-sized bed. He learned to take the lid off the food bin, the lid off the garbage can, and the lid off the Tupperware container with the cinnamon rolls inside. He helped around the house by clearing and washing the dishes, even when people weren’t done eating. And he helped his owners with their weight-loss journey by clearing the counter of a pizza, an entire chicken, a pan of enchiladas, and a half-sheet birthday cake (it was not his birthday.) He couldn’t sit, shake, speak, or roll over . . . but he could lap whipped cream straight from the can and had a masterful disappearing act whenever he heard the bath water running.

    Gus took seriously his call to protect and serve. He never let a doorbell ring without his direct intervention, always warned the neighborhood when the winds were high, and restricted the squirrels to a designated tree line. He knew to never trust a solicitor in a suit or people who exercise in padded spandex. He daily inspected the foundation of the house by digging a six foot hole, and protected his family from any potential suffocation by removing the stuffing from every comforter they ever owned.

    Gus loved deeply, snored loudly, and always let you know exactly what he was thinking. His affection for his people was as intense as his affection for their hamburgers.

    Gus is survived by a headless stuffed bunny, a rattle snake sans squeakers, a de-stuffed fox, and a heartbroken family that just wishes they would have remembered to give him the last piece of bacon this morning.

    The day Gus’s former owner handed him off to the Klinkners, she sighed deeply and said, “I think I told you all the bad things about him.” However, she failed to mention that he was in fact the very best bad dog to ever have lived.

    In lieu of flowers, Gus’s family is requesting that you spend this week eating the donuts, sharing the bacon, and making room on the bed. And most importantly, spend all of your days giving second chances. Because two-legged or four everyone deserves to be loved to their fullest potential.”

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  29. A wild guess on the QoD paid off. πŸ™‚ Or maybe I should ask, what do I win?

    Same thing as Mumsee on the Pigskin Picks? My address isn’t in Idaho, though. It’ll take much less time to drive my prize here than there. πŸ˜‰

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  30. Morning, Chas. What an evening. You have to realize that I live alone and my phone rarely rings. I invited friends for dinner who had just returned. Probably the first guests that I have had in a year. It was a good visit. Then I got calls as I had emailed that I wanted to use the van in the morning for market. that was an ok so then I called the others to say that I would take them. But, it was parked at a home below me. I was just going to walk down there to get it in the morning. Then one of the gals husbands called me and said that he would go get it tonight and park it in my driveway. Ok, that would be nice. So I gave him the keys and then he brought the van up. So sweet. I am taking his wife to market.

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  31. We have some CDs of Natalie McMaster and have seen her at an auditorium near us. Very enjoyable to watch.

    I have not seen or heard the other group, so quite interesting to see.

    We have gone to the International Bluegrass Fest quite a few times as well as other Bluegrass festivals. One of the interesting things is to be introduced to new groups, some of which come from other countries. Each has its own flavor.

    I like a variety of music, but one thing I enjoy about Bluegrass is that each instrument is featured and one can really enjoy both the sound and the talent of the player.

    Ken Burn’s brings out the eventual division of Country and Bluegrass on the radio, which lead Bluegrass to not being heard as much nationally. The evolution of music is quite interesting. I am enjoying this series very much.

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  32. Happy anniversary, AJ and Cheryl!

    Kevin- Send 6 the prize we never send to mumsee on pigskin picks. No, send her two of several of them since she has 6 children. Put it on the Pigskin Prize budget.

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  33. No snow on the ground here this morning, but still flakes are coming down so it may cool enough to stick, eventually. No sign of the mountains due to low clouds and rising fog from the river valleys. They may well have a different picture.

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  34. Chas, according to Wikipedia, “General Electric was formed through the 1892 merger of Edison General Electric Company of Schenectady, New York, and Thomson-Houston Electric Company of Lynn, Massachusetts, with the support of Drexel, Morgan & Co. Both plants continue to operate under the GE banner to this day.”


  35. Happy anniversary AJ and Cheryl.

    I’m dragging this morning, I got home way too late (2 a.m.) from my friend’s and then had a very disruptive night with Cowboy who seemed especially anxious and could not settle down (pacing, obsessive pawing at things). I’m really worried about him. And that cat has been not eating like her usual self in the past couple days, though she acts like she feels OK.

    I didn’t get to sleep until around 4:30. I’m staying in from church since I only recently got up and feel like I’ve been run over by a truck. I will probably have to catch some more sleep later today.

    The visit with my friend was good, but long; she’s retired from her LA school teaching job that always caused her so much anxiety but now is doing early-morning (as in 4 a.m. due to the time difference) online tutoring as a contractor in a program that requires an incredible amount of work — and she’s one who throws herself into things, so for her it’s become almost obsessive. She and her brother, who lives with them, also have finally finished building a new wooden fence in their backyard, a project that has spanned a year and a half.

    But her husband and brother don’t get along (it’s a silent freeze between the two who barely interact) so friend (K) is caught in the middle of that tension.

    There also continue to be problems with K’s Muslim son-in-law who’s among the most materialist people I’ve seen and has made it difficult for my friend to see her grandchildren very often. She worries they’ll be raised Muslim (which they most likely will, of course) and was agonizing last night on how she could try to undermine that by getting the grandchildren to Mass. I told her that would be the parents’ call and it sounded like it wouldn’t be anything they’d agree to, that her best approach right now would be that the gospel would be heard and responded to in that household. She holds some confusion about Allah vs. God (I believe her priest told her it was the same ‘god’), whether she should someday tell her grandchildren that there are actually “two (religious) truths” by way of explanation. I also understand her sense of needing also to honor her son-in-law/daughter and how that comes in to play in her interactions with her grandchildren going forward (the boy is 8, twin girls are almost 4).

    So friend continues to be true to the Catholic faith of her birth from which she’s never wavered (though her brother, husband and two daughters appear to have abandoned it, at least none attend Mass any longer; her brother seemed smitten mainly with the “Touched by an Angel” theology via the reruns he’d been watching, from what I could tell during part of our conversations last night).

    Meanwhile, K is now serving Communion from in front of the sanctuary during Mass as part of the church’s ongoing way of bringing lay people into leadership roles. She told me their “sermons”/homilies are 5, “maybe 6” minutes long each Sunday which didn’t surprise me further drove home to me how little the Word apparently was being preached and taught publicly in her church each week (although there also are the regular readings and she seems attentive to those). She said she just loves the “beauty of the Mass.” It made me sad to hear much of this, though none of it was new information of course. Although her faith in Jesus seems (to me) to be genuine, it also appears very thinly informed when it comes to knowing what the Scriptures teach. It’s based on a lifetime of what she’s been taught through the blurred lens of the Catholic church, so a lot of mixture of truth and non-truth in there.

    I tried once to encourage her to join a Bible study class, whether BSF (I’ve sent her the contacts in her area) or some other group, but she’s such a hard worker at whatever job she has that there seems to be no time for that in her life. I was hoping she’d have more opportunity once she retired, but, like many in California, she’s found some kind of continuing work income as necessary (speaking of which, I paid $4.05 at the pump yesterday). With her penchant for throwing her all into her work, it might as well be a full-time gig.

    Back when I was suggesting BSF, she wound up instead joining an additional class at her church, but it was essentially a deep dive into the the Catholic church catechism from the way she described it to me then. She seemed to see that as pretty much equivalent to a “Bible study.” 😦 And yet she’s always responded very positively and enthusiastically when, for example, her sister-in-law takes her to their Protestant church. A friend from her LA teaching circles invited her a few years ago to hear John MacArthur (she lives near the church he pastors) for a Christmas service — she loved it.

    All this to say that I left yesterday’s visit burdened by the realization that I need to pray for her much more than I have been doing in the past.

    I also learned from a text from one of our former reporters last night that a fairly prominent person in our community died, apparently of suicide, yesterday, setting off shockwaves throughout the town. He was 50-something, married (for a 2nd time, his kids from his earlier marriage are grown), very active in the waterfront union and in Elks lodge circles. Politically he was quite liberal (and sometimes very contentious in his interactions online on those topics), but from several of his social media posts he appeared also to be a believer and one of his last posts, something he copied from somewhere but had posted twice in two months, seemed to be a plea to be more faithful. It sounds like few if any knew he was having any kind of a crisis. I’d last seen and talked to him for a story a few months ago during a walkthrough of the lodge construction site, it being rebuilt after an arson fire a few years ago.

    I’m feeling melancholy and overly tired, running on only about 4 hours of sleep right now.

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  36. I failed to mention, her online tutoring is for students in mainland China.

    It’s through a company that now uses many thousands of U.S. “contract” teachers who have signed on, most are regular school teachers who have either retired or have the need for an additional job on top of their regular classroom duties. The pace and hours sound grueling to me. While K hates the hours (and I fear she’s not getting near enough sleep these days), she absolutely loves the creative process of making up all the required crafty props (she now has drawers and drawers filled with them in her little office cubby off the family room) and working with the students — they teach the English language through various other subjects in 28-minute online segments (one student at a time, their families sign them up). She usually has 3-4 sessions stacked up, one after the other with different students, every morning, M-F.


  37. Boy’s Cub Scout pack had a chili cook-off contest last evening. Boy’s chili came in second place. He was quite happy about that. He got a neat medal for it, too.

    (Nightingale had found an easy recipe for him to follow, took him shopping for the ingredients, and supervised as he made it himself.)

    By this time two years ago, Hubby was not communicating with me via messages during the day anymore, as he was in a lot of pain and was on morphine, which pretty much knocked him out. When we visited, he had no energy for it, and didn’t want us to stay long.

    Until then, we would be sending texts or Facebook messages back and forth through the course of each day. He had stayed fairly upbeat most of the time, and liked to send me (in FB messages) these cute little “stickers” (cartoony drawings) with puppies or kitties blowing kisses or other cutesie, lovey-dovey things. One was of a pizza in the shape of a heart, since it is well-known in my family that I love pizza. πŸ™‚

    But as the pain increased (it seemed to have come out of the blue one evening) and the morphine dulled his senses, that communication ceased. I remember having a deep sense of loneliness, being cut off from him, without being able to keep in contact with him throughout each day. That was just a foretaste of what was to come.


  38. Congrats to Boy on chili cook-off ribbon.

    I left a lot of random words out of my earlier post, sorry — must have still be half asleep.

    I’ve had a very low-key day but never got back in for a nap. I’m doing some laundry now and earlier I was helping to provide sources w/phone #s for weekend reporter doing the story on our community activist who took his own life on Saturday.

    I’m glad now that I asked for a vacation day off for tomorrow. I need the extra day.

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  39. *been

    Sheesh, I’m in bad form today, not thinking or typing straight at all.

    I’m still keeping an eye on Cowboy, we may have to go in to see the vet this week.


  40. DJ, I don’t know if I’m feeling better. I spent most of the day lying down, having learned from experience that being super lazy the first day I feel sick sometimes keeps it to just one day–we’ll see. Everything above my neck hurts a bit, so I’ve basically just endured and waited to see if I’ll feel better tomorrow.


  41. aarrgh…. I am in charge of the English service offering. End of the month so I had some transfers to do. I have changed it so that folks do there own transfers, but someone likes to put funds anonymously into the English service offering account. So I had to transfer those funds to where they were supposed to go. I called folks to get the right account numbers, only the account numbers had been changed. I sent the form in, we will see if the funds actually get transfered. But it is the end of the month and I took care of my responsibility. I have an educated guess as to who is giving this money, I feel like asking them to do it some other way. Oh, well.


  42. Now off to see if there is anything interesting or that I need in the store. Our one and only store closes for stocktake after today until next Friday, a week and a half. No place else to go as most of us can’t get to the town five miles away. So we all stock up.


  43. Jo, we used to only go to the store every two weeks when we lived in a warden station in the middle of nowhere – with a family of four. It is frustrating when you forget something and then have to make do. Now we shop once a week only. There are nearby stores, but they charge “resort” prices and we can’t bring ourselves to pay that much for a jug of milk.


  44. Happy Anniversary, AJ and Cheryl. Hope you had a good one, as I see it’s past midnight where you are. (And almost midnight here — sneaking it in under the wire, if that counts.) πŸ™‚


  45. Thank you for conferring on me bragging rights, Peter and Kevin. πŸ™‚

    I will take this opportunity to brag on Kizzie, whose awesome assist apparently helped me get to IBM as an answer.

    She wrote about 3M, which reminded me of IBM (both end in M, and IBM has 3 letters). Anyway, I think that’s sort of how I arrived there.

    So, thank you, Kizzie, and if you’d like to share in the bragging rights, you are welcome to do so. πŸ™‚

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  46. After church and lunch today, we went to 2nd Arrow’s / SIL’s and visited them and Dear Grandbaby. She’s 8 weeks old already (how did that happen?), and we’ve seen her 3 times. Lots of changes always between visits. (Changes in DG’s appearance and personality, is what I mean, but her parents can verify that “lots of changes” also mean “changes of diapers,” too, no doubt.) πŸ™‚

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  47. School is out at 2:45 and they plan specials so each teacher has an afternoon to take care of things like shopping. Of course for these two terms my students go home at noon. I still find plenty to do.


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