Don’t bother reading this, it’s a confused mess and now my head hurts…

Lots of people read the newspaper and get annoyed. I know I do, but what annoys me probably doesn’t even register for anyone else.

I don’t read the ‘front’ of the paper because my blood pressure is high enough. I see blurbs all day on the internet and if some headline catches my attention I will go to the source and read more completely. My husband watches the local news and then the world news every night. I’m usually making dinner at that time and will usually shout out to him “Wait till you hear what the asshole did today”.  Understand, the current political climate aside, I worked in commercial real estate in New York City in the 70’s and 80’s and had business dealing with the asshole, so my contempt pre-dates his current assholery.

So, moving on.

My local paper is The Washington Post. On Friday there was an extensive obituary for Roy Clark.  Sixth paragraph in starts “Raised in Washington…” My natural assumption is that he was raised in Washington state but but further on I read “Roy Linwood Clark was born in Meherrin, Va., on April 15, 1933, and grew up near a pig farm in Southeast Washington. His father, a laborer who later worked for Department of Health, Education and Welfare, played the guitar, fiddle and banjo in a square-dance group, and took him to performances by military bands and the National Symphony Orchestra.”  Oho! Do you see what annoyed me here? The ‘Washington’ the obituary writer is referring to is Washington, D.C. But he doesn’t say that – he simply says ‘Washington’. Is that an indication of chauvinism or ignorance?

Interestingly enough is that an NPR obituary is almost word for word identical to the Washington Post obituary except for the geographical description – “Born Roy Linwood Clark on April 15, 1933, in Meherrin, Va., he grew up mostly in Washington, D.C., and gained a love of all kinds of music early on. His father, who played in a square dance band, took him to see the National Symphony Orchestra and military bands.” (emphasis added)

This morning, reading a review of a tv show, I came across this sentence “Lurid, sordid, sensational — it all means the same thing anymore, in the era of fast-traveling viral news and video clips.”  My brain snapped to attention at the use of the word ‘anymore’.  I don’t think I’ve ever seen that word used without a negative nearby, a ‘not’ or a ‘don’t’ in close proximity. Comprehending that the writer meant ‘nowadays’ or ‘these days’ and not trusting my own judgement in grammar and usage matters, I looked up the word ‘anymore’. Sure enough, the second meaning of ‘anymore’ is: “at the present time NOWNOWADAYS” according to the Merriam-Webster dictionary. 

I don’t think I was consciously aware of that usage of ‘anymore’. Confusing it with the phrase ‘any more’, two words, meaning ‘no longer’.  I was wrong, the writer was correct and I learned something by checking it out.

(Oh my word – before hitting publish on this I did further research into the anymore/any more usage,  any more referring to quantity and anymore referring to time and I am now a tad confused. Archaic usage vs common usage – it’s like learning a new language – make no assumptions. Plus various sources contradict each other and my head hurts!)

Not sure what the lesson is here. I’ve had the nasty reputation of always being right and I’ve had to explain to people that before I say something IS, I try to make damn sure that it IS.  Perhaps fear of being embarrassed, fear of failure makes me cautious in shooting off my mouth, opinions aside, facts are facts and I like my facts to be factual.

The internet makes it so easy to check it out, whatever ‘it’ may be. Three cheers for the internet, it has saved me from embarrassing myself, not completely of course, because I am so good at self-embarrassment, but enough so that I can sleep a little better at night.

 

Well it’s a gosh darn beautiful day

The total yecch that was Thursday, became a Friday that dawned bright and sunny and dry, warming up nicely but still Winter-ish. We did our grocery shopping today instead of Thursday because the weather was so nasty, and therefore we missed out on our 5% senior discount, and this was a soda week too – oh well.

It’s so gorgeous today I think I’mma gonna walk up to the little market to get eggs. I know, you’re saying “But Grace you already went to the grocery store today” but the eggs in Harris Teeter are twice as expensive as at the little market. At the little market a dozen jumbo eggs from a local supplier is $2.29, at Harris Teeter a dozen large eggs from 2 or 3 states away are $4.49+ so you can see why I prefer the little market.

I don’t do holidays, particularly family type holidays like Thanksgiving and Christmas. I think both are a crock of nonsense. And then of course there is my whole family history so, you know, no fond memories.  When I worked it was nice getting all that paid time off but now I am retired and one day is pretty much like every other – every day is a paid day off.  That said…

I do like sending Christmas cards.I like getting them.  I like designing them. Okay, I just like cards in general, snail mailed of course. Last year’s card was very popular and I was hard pressed to top that this year. I don’t think I have but I designed a very nice card (I think), bright and cheerful and fun, so I’m happy.

Waiting in front of my building this morning for our Uber, I noticed that the two scraggly rose bushes on either side of the entrance still were blooming – the last gasp. Poor little frostbitten roses, determined to live and add their beauty to the world. Bless their little hearts!

OMG – How much beauteousness can you put in one package?

Y’all remember my friend Lin? Well let me tell ya – whooshies – but that woman knows how to knock it out of the park!

On FaceBook  I was kvetching that our ancient (but fancy) Scrabble game came a cropper insofar as the faux leather bag that holds the tiles disintegrated – literally. It became a pile of brown faux leather powder. I said I would have to hunt around the interwebz to try and find something to replace it. The Amazing Miss Lin says “Don’t buy anything. I’m taking my sewing machine out tomorrow and I’ll make you one.”

The package came today. My husband asked me if I was going to keep the big padded envelope it came in because – Miss Lin has always had beautiful handwriting, then she took a calligraphy course, and here is a little taste of her talent –

Now see that beautiful card? That is handmade by Lin’s cousin!

As for the bag – it’s made out of denim, and when the drawstring close didn’t work, Lin sewed in a velcro closure –

But wait! There’s more – Lin actually lined the bag! Remember this is just for Scrabble tiles – take a look at this –
Couldn’t ya just die from the cute?

And aren’t I just besides myself with happy-happy-joy-joy because – Look how beautiful everything is, including the envelope! And aren’t I just so damn thankful to have Miss Lin in my life – YES, I AM!

Silly Kitty

I am always taken aback when I see Miss Frankie lounging on the back of my husband’s super gigantic recliner. I asked my husband how she gets up there and his answer was

Floor to step stool to couch ➡︎ along couch to table between couch and recliner ➡︎ from table to desk behind recliner ➡︎ from desk to top of recliner.

(Oh, here’s the step stool the cats use to get on the couch…plus BB)

Miscellaneous Mishegoss #737.4

scratching-catCan you love a financial institution? I’ve had a Capital One credit card for umpteen million years and two years ago I opened a Capital One Savings account for a place to dump my social security check (a woman should always have a bank account in her name only). The money has just been sitting in there until recently when I needed some of it and discovered that I could only transfer a small amount at a time into our joint checking/savings at the credit union. There just happens to be a brick and mortar Capital One Bank near us and we popped over last week to get something notarized and by-the-way open a checking account. The young woman was so thoughtful, helpful and gracious and also by-the-way she and I share the same birthday (not year of course.) Anyway, managing all my Capital One accounts is just so easy-peasy and their customer service is so great (as are their security systems) and everything is free and I get interest on every penny – well, I just love them.

scratching-catLast June we were discussing buying a mattress on-line and we went round and round and decided not to but I saw an ad in Sunday’s paper, checked out the web site and I am so pulling the trigger on this – finally. I’ll put in the order either late today or first thing tomorrow morning because they have two to three day white glove delivery and hubby won’t be home Wednesday morning to help me wrangle all this and you know, just as sure as God made little green apples, if I had put in the order over the weekend the delivery would wind up being on Wednesday morning. It’s a hybrid mattress – a layer of memory foam, a layer of cooling gel (or something like that) and then the standard, old fashioned individually wrapped coils. A 100% memory foam mattress (like Tempurpedic) is like sleeping on a rock – been there, done that. Plus they are so heavy. I used to trash my back just making the bed, lifting the corners of mattress to get the sheets on killed me. And there is no give in those things, and quite frankly they smell. Of course nowadays I believe they make them with some kind newfangled eco-friendly foam but still.

scratching-catOnly 2 more weeks until the the bathroom renovation! Yeah, I know, we are spending money like drunken sailors but it is necessary. I’ve given up on the notion that I will win the lottery, second prize only thank you, and we would be able to move to a better location and therefore a more modern apartment. So that’s why all the renovations – looks like we will be here for the long haul and after six years of grossness and inconvenience, not to mention safety issues with the bathroom – it’s so time. Past time.

scratching-catAh, and I have a bit of a dilemma about my Christmas cards.  I have totally run out of ideas. I design my own and have them printed by Vistaprint.com. Last year I used my “Poem for Lin” and everybody loved it to pieces and I have no ideas for this year and I doubt I could top that one. But time is passing quickly and I have to get on this…What to do, what to do, what to do…

 

Just some pics today

I had to walk up to the dry cleaner to get my husband’s shirts and saw this Halloween display on someone’s lawn. A crap phone camera plus high winds and this is the best I got, but still fun…

I’m glad I got this last hurrah shot of my favorite tree because today it is totally leafless –

And then – a friend on FB was lamenting that her kitty had lost her favorite toy and a new one was not to be found in the stores. I googled around and sent her the links to several on-line sources for the toy. Another FB friend decided that since friend 1’s kitty loved the toy so much, friend 2 would get her one for her kitty. Friend 2 then posted photos of her kitty going batso over this toy. Now my cats are basically toy averse and Miss Frankie has no interest in catnip while BB likes it for like 2 minutes. Ever hopeful I bought one of these reputedly fabulous no-cat-can-resist-it toys and…Miss Frankie said “Get that away from me and stop annoying me”. BB said “Oh yeah, cool beans”

And his interest lasted as long as that photo session lasted. That toy has been sitting in the middle of the living room for 2 weeks now and both cats ignore it. I pick it up and dangle it in front of them and they yawn and walk away. Little ingrates!

(And if you’re really interested, if you click on the photos you can see them full size.)

Everyone needs to be more like

Lin and Grace.

Lin and I have been ‘friends’ for at least ten years now. No, we’ve never met in real life but we have been there for each other, as best and as well as we could, and I cherish her in my life.

I was actually going to write something along these lines yesterday in response to her comment on Wednesday post. That we disagree and yet …I smile at everything that woman says.

You see Lin and I are about as different as people can be. As much as we both put laughing at the top of our priority list we don’t laugh at the same things. We don’t like the same music and our tastes in just about everything (Everything!) are totally different.

I am old enough to be Lin’s mother, actually I think I am older than Lin’s mother, and our lives have been completely different in every way imaginable.

What Lin and I have in common is, (and this may sound a little self-serving) we are both warm, loving, good hearted, generous people. And yes, we like laughing best, even if we laugh at different things. We are both opinionated, head-headed ladies – and yet we can appreciate, even if we don’t agree, the other’s point of view on life, and home decor. (Oh, our standing joke about throw pillows – totally cracks me up every time we visit THAT one.)

I hope I have been supportive to Lin over the years – she had some shit she was dealing with at work that was stressing her out to the max. And she has shown me so many kindnesses over the years, I can’t count them. Just being there – I don’t think she knows how much I look forward to her blog posts, regardless of the topic. I want her to post every day because I look forward to it – I don’t know whether I find it comforting to know she is there, or what.

Just last night via Facebook she offered me a kindness – some would think it is a small thing but there is no ‘small‘ when it comes to kindness.

With all the craziness that is going on now, people need to be more like Lin and Grace – for all our differences, we care about each other’s well-being. We want only the best for each other, and we do whatever we can, however we can, to be there for each other. To be as supportive and helpful as we can to each other, even with the distances between us, both geographically and almost everything else. That ‘everything else’ just made me laugh – y’all have no idea how much everything else. And yet…

Whatever draws us together, I don’t know, only that it does and I cherish it.