General Discussion, Saturday, April 29, 2023


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  1. Lucille says:

    Welcome to springtime in Central America. Have a lovely Saturday, Stellars….

    Ruta de Las Flores, El Salvador….




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  2. WeeWeed says:

    Mornin’ y’all!

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  3. czarina33 says:

    Mornin’ all ya’all! Started out sunny and cool, now cloudy and grey. Might rain before the end of he day, but predictions are varied. Low 70’s at worst.

    Temporarily picked up the speech pathology responsibilities at another hospital, this one in Bay St.Louis, since the therapist there left yesterday. 12 beds, rarely more than 1-2 pts a week. It’s only 30 minutes from my Slidell hospital.

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  4. texan59 says:

    Mornin’, all. Coffee’s up. Grab a cup and sit a spell.

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  5. texan59 says:

    I saw this last night. ABC “News” decides to censor RFK Jr. because of his views on their beloved “vax”. The only thing that shocks me is they admitted it up front.

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  6. auscitizenmom says:

    Mornin’ All. It is in the high 40’s and sunny with a clear blue sky. I think I like the weather here. It is so nice out right now. I am watching the weather cross the country. Some people are going to have some nasty weather.

    Hope you have a nice day wherever you are.

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  7. texan59 says:

    If you would like to see a human evisceration occur on television, take a look at the happenings on the embedded Rumble video at the bottom of this article. I don’t know who Scott Jennings is, but he beat Randi Weingarten senseless on CNN the other day. It’s 1:06 of perfection.

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  8. Sharon says:

    It was 87 here yesterday. Headed for 80 today. And a high of 61 tomorrow. Spring in the NW, I guess. But finally 4 dry days so outside stuff could get started ….

    Just planted 25 hills of potatoes. The asparagus that I planted last year is 8″-10″ out of the ground and looking so fine. I guess this year is a light harvest, and then next year more can be taken.

    Lots of annuals and perennials are coloring up the yard, including a coupld of new sections that I beat into submission last fall with intense digging up about 6″ down so I could plant bulbs and bring a little color. Ground that has not been worked in the Willamette Valley for 25 or 30 years is like cement. It does not yield easily. But that section is really beautiful right now, and I’m well satisfied with the results.

    Last week we had two yards of hemlock bark delivered. My son carted it all over the yard and dumped in little piles everywhere it needed to be and then my job was to rake it out/smooth it around. Even on a hot day, I enjoy that because I can do it in little bits–just morning and evening if necessary.

    Gonna be planting morning glories this morning…I have a funny story about morning glories—something I learned last year, and simply DID NOT KNOW. That will have to be later. I’m on a little break right now and have to keep doing little working of 20-25 minutes, with little breaks of 20-25 minutes. Good times.

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    • Sharon says:

      Oh….and I made chocolate chips cookies last night. Yay for choc chip cookies….part of the reason for that is: son and DIL provide so much sweat equity and support with this agreement: I pay them in cookies and applesauce.

      He said last week he was talking to a coworker and said, “Yup, gotta deliver some hemlock bark to my mom this week…and be sure I collect her payment.” (He’s a bad person.) Coworker looked shocked and said, “You CHARGE your mother for the things you do for her??” Answer: “Yup. In applesauce.”

      Coworker said, as it dawned on him: “That applesauce is good, huh?” Yeah. They say it is. It’s SUCH a simple simple recipe, but he and DIL both claim it’s better than anything else they can get. I think today’s adults (they are both in their 50s) just haven’t had enough good homecooking after they left home, and they never knew how good “simple” can be. Works well for me, because I’m nearly the productive home-cook person that my mother was–so I’m not facing that competition.

      However, I DO have my “Betty Crocker Homemaker of Tomorrow” pin laying in the cupboard in the kitchen, so there’s that!! Received it in 1961 just for the simple reason that I (being the only female at Dakota Lutheran Academy in Minot, ND who refused to sign up for HomeEc classes…..)…..we were ALL required to take that test…..well, the simple reason being….it was a multiple choice test. I had been a voracious reader from the time I was about 7 years old, and it was pathetically easily to pick the answer they wanted.

      So, yeah. Out of the entire school population of females (as we were called back then) I got the Betty Crocker Homemaker of Tomorrow that year. The day the year’s awards were made, my name was called for that one–and my friends all busted up laughing. They had seen me in the girls’ dorm struggling to mend a tear or sew on a button with needle and thread. Not pretty.

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  9. texan59 says:

    Happy 90th birthday, Willie. The last men standing from what I consider country music’s Mt. Rushmore.

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  10. texan59 says:

    This hits home. I have spent several days in the last month or so going through Pop’s “stuff”, as he has moved into assisted living. Going through this causes one to go through the full gamut of emotions. From tearful reminiscence of days gone by, to utter despair and disdain when you find out they actually wasted time keeping broken crap, multiple versions of things like garden hoses, window scrapers and nail clippers. They kept 20+ years of bank statements, and a/c repair receipts from 1994. Boxes contain a small bag of change, a cassette tape, gas receipts, and a book we bought you for Christmas that had never been opened. 😦

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    • auscitizenmom says:

      Sounds familiar to me. My dad was not a hoarder, but there were a few strange things. The strangest to me was an old drill that had been duck taped and super glued back together. It had an old cloth covered electric cord so it was very old. Why he kept it, I don’t know.

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    • auscitizenmom says:

      That is an interesting article. I have bookmarked it and intend to read every word. I do have a lot of things to get rid of.

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    • Stella says:

      I kind of understand the buildup of things. As you get older, it is more difficult to clean, sort and get rid of extraneous items. I have been working on clothing and paperwork lately, myself.

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    • Menagerie says:

      T, my mother was a hoarder before it was a tv thing, and they are mostly probably amateurs. Don’t know, don’t watch. Boy have I got a funny, sad story for you, since Sharon put me in the mood for a good story.

      This is one of the gosh darndest stories of my life. Apologies all, this is a long story.

      My mother died in 1998, probably one of the peak periods of my life in terms of pressure, stress, kids still in high school, job, etc. She left a house that had a two to three foot wide path through it, with an empty spot or two on the couch, her chair, and less than half her king sized bed. No one had been able to see the kitchen table or counter for many years.

      She also had four outbuildings that had to be cleaned out. My brother declared himself “unable to deal with it yet” and in the 4+ months it took to get it done, he remained unable to deal with anything but bringing his wife religiously every weekend to plunder what I’d uncovered that they wanted.

      All my life I’d been super ashamed of how we lived, and I was even then. My two sons who were still at home would come help after school when they weren’t working. My husband did not get back from work until after 7:30 at night, so he was only able to help some on Sundays if I wasn’t at work then.

      I was working at Home Depot and I was on the cusp of getting promoted from hourly department head to my first management position. Even though I could only work off days and mornings on the days I closed, I refused to accept help except from my husband and sons, and one of his sisters.

      My mother mother would never tell me where any valuables were, and I couldn’t even find her important papers, which were not in the box at the bank. So, I could not just throw things out, especially papers, and she had all the usual hoarder magazines and newspapers from umpteen years ago, etc.

      My sister in law and I found many, many things that made us go, huh? Bags of leaves in the closet, big green garage bags. In one storage building there were garbage bags full of paper towel pasteboard centers and empty milk jugs.

      But the all time most baffling one was found in the built in wall hutch in the dining room of the old house. We opened the doors at the bottom, and the first thing I tried to remove was a smaller garbage bag. Only to find it didn’t budge, it was too heavy.

      My sister in law had a real appreciation for antiques, and quite a bit of knowledge of them, and while I was miserable, she was ever hopeful of finding great treasure. She shoved me out of the way and began speculating what we might have found, even wondering if it might be a big chunk of gold.

      So, I tore open the bag, only to find a big heavy thing wrapped in foil, tore off the foil, which was old and not tearing well. There were layers of paper towels. Our anticipation rose higher. Another layer of foil under paper towels, I’m not kidding, and one last layer of paper towels.

      At that point, even I was excited. What could she have treasured that much to have so carefully wrapped and stored it?

      Well, it was a big round, kind of flat on the bottom creek rock. I marched outside and tossed it off the porch into the grass and hedges.

      Over the years I often wondered about that rock and why she kept it. She was a hoarder, but aside from whatever causes that, she wasn’t mentally ill. Of course, I resigned myself to never knowing. And this is where it gets really weird and interesting.

      A few years later I was at work and heard my name being called. A new hire at the Depot introduced herself and explained that our mothers had been best friends. They’d met on a cruise ship, taken trips to Hawaii several times, and had lots of adventures here at home too. I became good friends with the daughter.

      Eventually one day, years later when we were having dinner and talking about our moms, I told her and her partner the rock story. She got this really amazed look on her face and said “Menagerie, I can tell you why she had that rock.”

      Every New Years the moms cooked black eyed peas and greens. I’m sure you know, it’s a Southern thang. They decided they wanted kraut. My Mama had tons of huge crocks. They made the best friend’s husband take them up Sand Mountain to a wide, shallow creek filled with big rocks.

      Apparently they spent an hour or two making him wade and turn over rocks until he found one just the right size and kind of flat on the bottom. Perfect for mashing down the cabbage in the crock. And every year they had kraut on New Years.

      My friend and I still laugh about it, and my sister in law was floored to finally have the mystery of Mama’s rock solved.

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      • czarina33 says:

        Good story, all right. Better with an explanation. Some of Czar’s stuff is still a mystery because I don’t know what it is a part of.

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      • auscitizenmom says:

        I have to tell you I was hanging on your every word. Of all the things I thought it could be, that wasn’t even one of them. LOL

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      • Stella says:

        Amazing story, but makes sense once you know the purpose!

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      • texan59 says:

        In 100 years, I never would have pegged that rock. 😀 😀 😀 The biggest frustration has been to observe what Pop let happen to him. When we were growing up, our house was orderly, neat, clean, and sh*t was not allowed to accumulate. This started with his wife who was lazy and didn’t much care about taking care of herself or apparently, her house. I think there came a time where Pop was so scared about being alone and on his own that he just gave up and joined the craphole party. While he didn’t have the single path through the house, his garage was headed there, but I say he was a hoarder with cabinets. Lot’s of hiding places. Even in assisted living, he’s still got his eye on finding someone to essentially “take care” of him. He was never on his own. Grew up, went to work for a farmer after HS, and lived on that farm, had meals covered, etc. Joined the Navy, met my mom and was married 6 weeks after mustering out of the Navy. After my mom passed, he was remarried a little after a year of her passing. Sad. 😦

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        • Menagerie says:

          I’m sorry for what you’re both going through. I hope he will find some peace i how he lives now at this stage of his life.

          We moved three years ago and I got rid of well over half of what we owned, probably more like two thirds. And we never came close to living like my mother did, we just had the usual stuff from our 40+ years. Unfortunately, my husband has the perimeter of our garage full of his stuff. Still get two cars in, and he has no junk, only some really good tools, etc. I have a few surviving totes of my paint equipment.

          But probably 60% of what he has out there has not been touched since we moved in. He ought to get rid of it. I think it would take my sons and daughters in law only a week or two to dispose of our stuff, and really, only a few days if they all pitch in.

          As far as my mom’s house, I found a small life insurance policy I didn’t know she had, and there were some small valuables, nothing huge or exciting. Some family things that mattered. About a hundred or more bottles of booze she hid from my dad, the alcoholic.

          And tiny baby shoes attached to a flat metal bar. I was born with my feet turned completely backwards. I had casts first, then those shoes with the bar. She kept them all those years.

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          • texan59 says:

            As my favorite saying goes………”It is what it is”. The process has been a good one overall. I’ve been there with both seesters. We’ve laughed, cried, cussed and discussed many things about our upbringing. It’s interesting to see the different perspectives of the same situation when looking back 30, 40, or even 50 years. I feel sad for Pop’s. I am glad that we’ve had over four years to enjoy him without the conflict that occurred while he was married. We’ve been able to express some issues and perspectives, and he’s been able to share some things, so overall, it’s been positive, but a purge is not always a pretty sight to behold.

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  11. Reflection says:

    How is Tucker today?

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  12. texan59 says:

    Apparently, the “media” left out a few important facts regarding Justice Gorsuch’s real estate sale……….such as it happened before he ever took the bench………and it was fully disclosed……….but otherwise, pretty inaccurate.

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