My dear Joon...

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Re: My dear Joon...

Postby shireling » Wed Feb 17, 2021 8:47 am

At the Zoom meeting yesterday, I told my friends about the neighbor visit. There's a free site called Duolingo and I subscribed to it last evening. So far I've had one lesson in Spanish...

In other news, we still haven't gotten our vaccines, but I'd just as soon wait until we can go to our pharmacy for them. The year is speeding by so quickly that June should be here by next week, but seriously, as long as it's so cold and we've got snow up to our knees, we can wait. I was able to clean off the car, mail some bills, fill up the tank and get us some Steak 'n Shake for lunch. As long as Girlfriend has a full tummy, I don't need to worry about the battery as much. And I broke my mandate and bought a statue of Moses.

I wanted something of Judaism to complete my collection, and there was nothing except menorahs. Manifestations are not to be depicted in any way, and I was able to keep to that until this. I could have gotten a menorah, now that I think of it, since we have a fire urn for Zoroaster. I just realized that I could veil the face, like is done in Islamic art, and you would still know who it is. It shows Him as He appears to the Israelites holding the Twin Tablets, and if I create a veil to cover Him from the neck up, that would work. Actually, the head is very disappointing; the features lack the fire and fury I'd expect to see at that moment, and it makes me think of a baby with a beard. It should be here by the end of the week or so, and I'll have a better idea once it's here.

There's a dental appointment at 1:30 for Duane, and no sign of it being canceled. I hope the roads are passable by then. We got stuck in our parking place for a minute or two. All those years of living with this kind of weather is still part of me, and I just switch to auto pilot. As long as I can get up and down the stairs, and yesterday was the worst, I can clean off the car...

Well, my PC wants restarting, so have a good day or just the best you can.

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Re: My dear Joon...

Postby shireling » Fri Feb 19, 2021 9:34 pm

I don't know why I do this...

Yesterday I got a call from one of the folks of St. Helens. We were having a wonderful conversation about how much she appreciated my being infirmarian (it's going on six years now.) The conversation was going along just swimmingly, and then I made a comment about the previous regime. I can't even remember what I said! This is a nice lady, very devout and told me that she wept uncontrollably the night of the 2020 Presidential Election.

Because it seems that now we are just going to let anybody into this country, and that the 'colonial spirit' of the past regime was what was called for. Women don't know their place - I suppose that means the same for African Americans and others, though she didn't say so - and that 'Catholic' that's in there now, is just letting women do whatever they want. Abortion is killing, it's murder and I don't disagree that at times it's done out of selfishness alone, but I think you get the gist of how she feels. We are becoming Communists, or Socialists. This is a cradle Catholic, and I haven't seen her car but I can easily imagine that there is a bumper sticker proclaiming that she votes.

I would like to have asked a few questions, just for my own information and to help me shut my mouth better. But, I have the bounty and curse of not living alone, and the Honey was whimpering over the torn A&W Root Beer carton. The cans were rolling toward the sink and into the garbage disposal so I had to say goodbye. I'm sad about that, but she has every right to believe whatever she wants - nuts as that is.

I just had to have a spot of venting. It's not a much as I would like but, I need to grow up, and at 66 it's about time. So. take care, enjoy the weekend and know you are loved by a short, chubby woman with thinning hair and a thickening waist.

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Re: My dear Joon...

Postby shireling » Sat Feb 20, 2021 3:46 pm

I'm fighting depression.

It's a never ending battle, what with the state of things and not being able to find any lasting peace. I bought Duane some wireless headphones, but when he chooses to recharge them at 2 in the morning and can't control the volume on his computer while they're not available...he's coughing right now. That hard barking cough that makes me think his head's about to bounce across the floor. The people upstairs have left, it seems, and I can't help but worry about any new folks.

I miss Amy so much, too. And the Zoom's aren't helping like they were. There's a choir meeting at 10:30, and I haven't been practicing. My one joy has been my poetry, and that's been tough to bring about. I was asked to write one for Naw Ruz, and it came so easily, I was pleased. So far, one person in the Holy Day committee is liking it, but a friend thinks it might not be understood, what with the tethered and free, the hare and henfruit.

Spring's newborn references are the plants (tethered) and animals (free). The rabbits and eggs are of Easter, and its approach, and because it's Persian New Year, I felt Zoroaster, who is responsible for it, needed mention. I hope it's good enough. And I hope that everybody Duane woke up has been able to go back to sleep. I have no business complaining. If we had stayed in Texas, I know what I'd be doing to try to keep warm, not to mention dry, if that's even possible. As much as I miss Amy, I'm glad that I just have the Honey to contend with right now.

I missed supper. I got a small grocery order, just some new heads for the electric toothbrush, and some bakery. I might as well have a bowl of cereal as soon as I get done here. The Zoom's are wonderful in that I get to see everybody, but I can't seem to follow what's going on in the books and I can see that I'm disrupting the programs. Why I can't just shut up and listen, I don't know. I'm like a toddler, seeking attention and I didn't used to be. I can't remember when this first started, and the Friends are being so accommodating...*sigh*. I've got chills this morning, and a few other cold/flu items that you need not hear about, so I'm passing on singing. I love to sing, but I want to sing what I want to sing and I don't care for parts. I have no discipline.

I was watching The Dog Whisperer yesterday, and right away I thought of Eric Cartman being made to heel. I need a Woman Whisperer, my kind of woman anyway.

Well, it's 10:44 and I am ready to go put a lunch in the oven. Please be careful on the roads, joons.

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Re: My dear Joon...

Postby shireling » Tue Feb 23, 2021 8:39 am

I hate these ulcer pills.

They're pink - sort of a Tsarina Alexis Romanov boudoir shade of pink. Actually, I think her bedroom was puce, or maybe mauve. Anyway, they are a pretty color. Other than that, they choke me. I tried earlier to take one with water, and it would not go down. I coughed it up, and now my throat is raw from that. So, I'll try again closer to daybreak, with the Glucerna. That is the only thing that worked before, and now I see that's all that works. Why make these things so big? It's the eternal question.

I don't think I've mentioned that we're reading Caste. Yesterday we covered the chapter concerning honorifics, and how one man named his baby daughter 'Miss' so that she would have to be called that. Really. And that was because African-Americans were to be called 'Auntie' or 'Uncle' or maybe by first names, literally anything but Mr. or Mrs. or Miss. Now that was genius, pure genius on her daddy's part. And I'm thinking, how anal can people get? To be that hateful and nasty as not to give respect to others because of the color of their skin.

I hate white people. Duane said, but you are one and I know that. So is Mikey and he. But I'm fed up with being lumped in with these Yahoos - past, present and last month, storming the Capitol. And quite frankly, I'm also fed up with books like this, and conversations like that. And I'm done with race. It's a social construct anyway. There is only one race of people on the earth and that's Earthlings, or humans, human beings, folks, etc. At the end of the day, it all comes down to color. That's the first thing noticed, and it's a beautiful thing, something that I want to see more of, because diversity is the spice of life. Those that wish to make such a big deal about it, well verily they will have their reward - with croutons - because I have had it.

You know who doesn't see color? Michael. He loves people, always has. Never met a stranger, right from the womb, and that's what's so remarkable about my kid. All those years of being in Special Education opened my eyes like nothing else has, seeing the world through Mike's, and life has never been the same, thank God. Anyway, that's how I feel.

The throat is hurting less, but it still does. At least it is less. It's 3:38 AM, and I need to get back to sleep.

'night...
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