Wednesday, October 31, 2018

October 31st Halloween!

Happy Halloween!
I love this holiday.
I think its because it heralds the "holiday season".
The weather is changing,
and the time is changing....
(well, not till November the 4th)
and the little ones are so excited to
consume mass quantities of sugar.
And the slightly cool occult undercurrent of it
makes for an interesting night.
Its believed that the current traditions have stemmed
from ancient Celtic and Gaelic harvest festivals
of Samhain.
They usually disguised themselves as spirits,
to ward off any ill effects during the harvest.
They believed that during that time of year,
they could convene with the dead.
It was best done around the witching hours.
They felt that most of the apparitional
experiences were sensed between midnight and 2am.
This was a Pagan celebration.
Once the Celtic and Gaelic people became
Christian, the church turned those old festivals into
 All Souls Day and All Saints Day.
So, in the years since I was a kid and costumed in an old sheet
with eye holes cut out,
a homemade witch
or a Beatnik,
(don't judge, it was the late '50's early '60's)
this holiday has been "consumerized".
Every store has decorations,
the big box specialty Halloween stores pop up
to entice parents into buying "fancy",
one time use, costumes,
and the candy makers ramp it up.
But...
I still love the goofiness of this day.
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The girls are enjoying some cut up cabbage.
That's Lucy, Sandy and Henny.
The other girls didn't partake.
They still aren't laying.
This is the second time I've had to buy eggs.
The CEO is thinking of a barbeque.....
Oh! My!
Apparently their egg strike isn't unusual.
We've been checking out various agriculture sites,
and they all say the same.
Just wait it out.
Heavy sigh........
C'mon girls give us a break!
 
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Just when we were about to write off the veggies for this year,
we got a pleasant surprise.
The vine has about 6 small Mirlitons
 .
This unusual looking plant is
Patchouli.
Its supposed to be great at repelling mosquitoes.
So far, so good.
Has that nostalgic smell too. 😁
The Stevia, mint, oregano, basil and rosemary are
doing well, because the hens don't eat them.
Yay!
The tomatoes and bell peppers didn't fare well this year,
a combination of the girls munching on the plant and the veggie,
and the weather.
It was way too hot!
 
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The best dog in the whole world wasn't doing well.
She had an eye and ear infection.
She has diabetes, so its pretty easy to get these
opportunistic bugs.
Her left eye has some drainage and her ears were itching her.
She has a cataract in her right eye and small benign
growths on her left bottom eye lid,
but these are existing conditions
and had nothing to do with her current problem.
The meds we had to combat infections weren't working,
so off to the vet she went.
2 antibiotic eye drops,
1 oral antibiotic,
and
she's back to her silly self.
She still has a droopy left eye.
Its getting better every day.
Here, she's on the prowl for dinner.
She usually eats twice a day, morning and evening.
This was taken around 6pm.
"So, Mom, where's my dinner???"
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*****still tweaking Boudreaux *****
 the Little Cajun Ghost.
I keep rewriting it.
 
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And in keeping with the holiday...
The penultimate line from an old Scottish poem....
From ghoulies and ghosties
And long legged beasties
And things that go bump in the night,
Good Lord, deliver us!
 
and
 
 
From Dante's poem, Inferno,
the inscription over the gates of hell....
"Abandon all hope, ye who enter here!"
 
(I might put that over the coop.....)
There's a lotta poop!
No hope of not getting it on your shoe.
Just sayin'
 
 
 
 
Whatever you are,
be a good one.
                                       Abraham Lincoln
 
 

Tuesday, October 9, 2018

October 9th

I got up this morning around 4:30am.
Not unusual, but I simply couldn't remember the date.
I originally thought it was my sleep deprived mind,
or my elderly brain.
Turns out, I think it just wholly stems from my
dependence upon electronic devices.
My digital clock displays the correct time, date and temperature of the room,
but I was reluctant to turn it on.
The CEO, was still blissfully asleep and the damned clock
glows an exterrestrial bright blue that would wake the dead!

I gave in to technology years ago when I purchased the clock.
First off, it's battery powered. In case of an outage, I wouldn't be late to work.
Second, it's an atomic clock. Sounds grand and slightly dangerous, but
I don't have to reset it when the time changes.
It automatically does it mysteriously at 2am.
How do I know that?
I stayed awake to make sure the clock changed so not to be late.
Yeah, I'm odd.

I digress.......
Anyway....
I consulted another electronic device, my phone.
Yay! Date and time, right there waiting for me.
What happened to the good old days of wind up, illuminated clocks,
wall calendars and dial phones???
All that gave way to progress?
Sometimes I question that.

All that got me to thinking. A kind of "remember when" nostalgia.

We didn't have much growing up, and I've touched on this before,
but we were unaware of it.
No allowance.
I don't remember a burning need for money either.
As I became a teenager, there was things I wanted to buy,
so we did chores and earned some money.
I had a part time job at 16, and gave my Mom most of my check.
As it turned out, she saved much of my paycheck so I could use it for a car later.
How clever of her.

I did love TV. We watched as a family quite a bit of the time.
Mama, Grandma, and us two girls.
Saturdays, we watched Saturday Hop
with John Plea.
He was soft spoken, tried to appear hip, and all around nice guy persona.
We listened and sang along to the current songs we heard on WTIX,
on our battery powered transistor radios.
The Hop is how New Orleans learned to dance.
That was no small feat to teach 2 teenaged girls with no rhythm.
 
Then there was Morgus!
I loved his campy show and dated horror flicks,
although my sister wasn't quite the fan that I was.
Poor old Chopsley, the strong silent side kick, and
Eric the Skull who spoke in a low baritone "Yes, Master",
peopled the slapstick scripts.
Occasionally, "guests" would be featured too.
 
Then, if a hurricane threatened our area,
we relied on Nash.
If Nash said we were safe from the onslaught,
then by God,
we were!
Yes, we all referred to him as Nash.
After all,
he came into our home every evening.
His marker was as ubiquitous as he was.
No fancy green screens,
No scripted banter.
All he needed was that map behind him.
He could have been Saint Nash,
for all my Mom and Grandmother thought of him.
The thing is.....
even before the power went out during Betsy in '65,
he never told his audience to leave.
He only conceded to remind the "low lying"
residents to make arrangements that they may have to evacuate.
 
When I was in college, we went to The Warehouse.
It was just as it sounds.
A warehouse.
No frills.
No seats,
  only a stage with lights in the rafters.
We either stood or sat on the floor.
(no idea who this is,
just a pic from their website)
The venue is no longer there.
We went several times in the '70's.
It was great. It was loud and smoky.
We saw Blood Rock,
Big Brother and the Holding Company,
and The Allman Brothers.
Funny thing is.......
I had no idea who Janis Joplin was at the time,
she was just the lead girl singer.
The Allman Brothers weren't really well known at that time either.
We didn't see the headliners.
Due to our collective lack of funds,
we went to the "cheaper" concerts.
Then, after Woodstock,
there were free concerts with mostly local bands,
in City Park at the driving range, now the Meadow.
We went a few times to those too.
Outdoors, sitting picnic style on an old throw rug.
 
All this reminiscing from not knowing the date.
Ha!
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The chicken girls are still not laying.
All are molting though.
I really shoulda collected their feathers.
They would have made a great down comforter.
I just keep sweeping them up and putting them in the trash.
Last year, my granddaughter saved a few and made a small feather duster.
It was doll sized, but I thought it was neat.
 
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My soap speaks Spanish
but it seems to be trying to tell me it's in pain.
How sad.
 
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The best dog in the world,
lays with her paws crossed like this all the time.
Just to see if it was coincidence,
I uncrossed them.
She replaced them in this position.
Silly dog.
 
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1st installment of my silly children's book
 
Boodreaux,
The Little Cajun Ghost
 
Today was October 31st.
There would be a full moon tonight.
Boodreaux was so excited.
He waited all year for Halloween.
It was his favorite time of year.
The spirits could walk with the living.
He loved the idea of Trick or Treating with the children.
They never screamed and ran from him on this night.
It was all laughter and fun.
It made him feel less lonely.
 
It was also the night of the annual All Hallows Eve Party!
Everyone in the cemetery would attend.
 
The skeletons and witches had been planning for weeks.
They had the graves decorated with Spanish moss,
and the old iron gates would groan nicely when opened.
The spiders contributed beautifully intricate webs across the tombstones.
The bats brought in dead flowers to adorn the walkways.
The fireflies would light the way.
Even the cranky old black cat agreed to be nice for the night.
It was going to be magical!
 
Boodreaux was so excited that he woke up his best friend,
ThibBoodeau.
"Wake up Thib!"
"We need to get ready!"
Thib was not as enthusiastic about Halloween.
He didn't care if the people were scared of him.
In fact he kind of liked it.
He liked to lurk behind a tomb and materialize right in front of
an unsuspecting visitor.
They'd scream and run.
Thib would roll around laughing.
The other spirits frowned on his behavior.
They said haunts should be dignified.
Not silly.
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Second installment coming soon.....
 
Critique it and let me know what y'all think.
If it turns out well enough,
I may try to self publish.
Any and all suggestions are welcomed....
 
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Monday, October 1, 2018

October 1st



Today is International Coffee Day.
On my caffeine restrictive, stomach issues, diet,
I'm not supposed to have any caffeine,
but, in honor of the day,
I'll celebrate with a small cup.
Its also National Hair Day.....
Well, that ship has sailed. Nothing much to be done there.
Oh, hey! Here's a day I can celebrate!
International Day of Older Persons!
Not sure of how to celebrate it though...
According to United Nations, back in 1990,
The good people in the General Assembly, decided to note
the achievements of seniors in their respective societies.
They felt that the valuable contributions of the aging,
to society are often overlooked.
According to their research, by the year 2030,
(in my head I sang... In the year 2525!)
the worldwide elderly population will increase to over 56%.
That's about 20%. Births are down and people live longer.
They decided to name today "UNIDOP" or,
United Nations International Day of Older Persons.
Just between us... I don't care for the acronym.
Sounds weird.
I wasn't consulted, so.......

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The CEO and I checked out a new breakfast buffet on Sunday.
(old people like buffets)

The food was good.
No, we didn't get a Mimosa or Bloody Mary.
It was a nice way to spend a rainy morning.
Typical breakfast fare, but they had pain perdu.
If you don't remember, its also known as Lost Bread
or just French toast made with French bread!
It was very tasty!
They even had seafood gumbo, catfish and red beans & rice!
Only in New Orleans.....
I recommend it.
There's also a neat little hole in the wall place on
West Napoleon called Daisy Duke's.
They serve a mean breakfast.
Fast and cheap.
Also recommended.
 
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Speaking of oldsters,
My favorite person is Betty White.
A quick wit still in her 90's.
I've been watching reruns of The Golden Girls.
Although the scenery of their home is outdated, the show
content certainly isn't.
Between the four of them,
they embody the quintessential
"aging gracefully woman".
Yeah, it has some predictable goofy one liners,
but,
you instantly know that even with the put downs,
they love each other.
From Rose's innocent brilliance, Blanche's Southern Belle conceit,
Dorothy's weary daughter/caretaker role and Sophia's mischief,
it all works.
They hit the television mother lode where few other shows went.
My favorite is the interaction between Dorothy and Sophia,
and Dorothy's quick witted lines.
Shady Pines, Ma!
 
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(my artsy picture of Lucy as a baby)
 
The chicken girls still aren't laying to capacity.
I have 4 eggs in the 'fridge.
4!
and that's from the last week!
Yesterday, we had a production meeting,
and I'm sorry to say that it wasn't well received.
Henny and Pepper didn't attend.
Hazel left before refreshments were served,
only to scurry back when the rumor that
dried worms and melon bits were on the menu.
I simply asked for fowl cooperation.
I also hinted that they'd be a raise in "pay"
for the girl whose output increased.
The girls that came to the meeting,
listened raptly.
Made me feel important.
(although, shortly after, I noticed them in a
huddle softly clucking and looking my way,
pointing at me with their wings and laughing!)
Probably planning how to increase the production.
Yeah, right.
While on an internet site that I often peruse,
Mother Earth News,
They suggested getting a small pumpkin for the hens
as a treat and a good way to get the needed vitamins and minerals
lacking in a late summer, early fall diet.
The insects aren't as plentiful as earlier.
That'll be my secret weapon.
Y'all lay eggs and I'll supply the pumpkin.
Deal?
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On aging....
You know, there's a lot to be thankful for
and a lot that I take for granted,
I just have to look for it.
For example,
right now, I'm sitting here
typing (hunting and pecking),
and thinking how nice it is that
at least, my wrinkles don't hurt.