Jun 5, 2019

The Blogging Responsibility and Naked Spammers

So, I admit...I have neglected this blog. Sometimes I forget that there is indeed some responsibility that needs to be taken for anything that we own! A blog is much the same.

I came back today to visit after being in San Juan Puerto Rico for 8 days to find that the "naked/bad" spammers had been over to visit. I am kinda oldish and really don't want to advertise prostitutes or other such things. But...even though that is true those folks felt the need to post here anyway.

I don't imagine it gave them much business even though it did shock one of my commenting readers. At this point in my blogging experience, not much surprises me. I suppose it is a good thing.

So, stick around. Nothing is going on. I am fine and the world continues to turn.


May 30, 2019

San Juan Puerto Rico 

They say that when you are in Puerto Rico you may as well be in Cuba. The two places are the wings of the same bird. The only difference is the cars. Puerto Rico = new cars. Cuba = very old cars. It wasn’t until I looked up at the roof tops that I began to see what they meant. In this part of Old San Juan the streets are paved with ballast from Spanish ship that sailed to this archipelago 500 years ago and the power lines were put in sometime in the middle 20th century (an educated guess).

I have never been to Cuba. I am spending 8 days in Puerto Rico walking and talking while my daughter works. I am very lucky.

I had friends say once that she felt as though she were amphibious because of the humidity. It is very like that here this week. The water will begin to leak from the air before the clouds arrive. We have been treated to thunder and lightning, down pours and sunny, hot and humid. I have to say that it is the perfect Puerto Rico weather. I am loving it.

We are staying at the Sheraton Old San Juan. Our location is just across from the cruise ship docks, a short walk up the hill takes us to the Castillo de San Cristobal. This walled city is still kept like it was back in the sands of time. Cobble stone are many hundred years old and no building inside the walls can be remodeled...restoration is the catch word here.

Spanish and English are intermixed naturally...Spanglish is the lanquage and people transfer from one to the other without thinking. My waiter a breakfast came out and knelt beside me as he  explained to me that the "guacamole was no more". I turned to face him..."tell me the part about the guacamole again". I wanted to say a prayer for the poor departed guacamole. I love to travel.

At the age of 77 people are very gentle with me. I never thought I would say this but I really do appreciate their kind attention and help. Aging is turning out to be just fine. I know you will find that reassuring.

I had lunch yesterday and Restaurante Cinema 1950.  The outdoor patio looks over the lawns of Castillo San Felipa del Morro San Juan where children play with kites and families picnic. The day before we visited the Parque Las Palomas where families bring their children to feed the pigeons to boost their immune system. And so the gathering of cultural difference continue in my life. We were on a food/history tour.

I looked up to see the power lines.
I was reminded of China or Vietnam.

The Bacardi Distillery was 
A lot of fun. We took a mixology class for no real reason 
other than it sounded like a party waitin to happen.

Old San Juan at night is very beautiful and safe.

So many people that know us were telling us to be safe. One friend ask me if I was going to do good. That was interesting I thought. How would I do good here? Now my answer would be that I am visiting, shopping and learning about what could possible me our 51 state (what the Puerto Rican’s have asked for many times).

This is such a beautiful place. I wish you could all be here. Have a wonderful day.


NOTE: I am writing on my iPad and it is not a easy as it should be. Please overlook strange stuff..I tried! :(

May 16, 2019

Finding Time...it's a miracle!

Did you know that the sun comes up really early in the summer. Honestly, if you leave your blinds open, the sun will work better than an alarm.

Think of the time one has available when you get up with the sun. There is time to clean and visit with a baby and cook and even work on a crossword puzzle.

AND it is not even noon yet. There is more time. There is even a slot open for blogging and working on a children's book. WOW, who knew how much time there was is in the day when rising with the sun.

I may even give it a try...one day at a time...smile!

When or where do you find time?


Apr 29, 2019

When seeds decide where they will grow...

I had always thought that I was the one that decided where the plants would grow. I would hoe and till and plant the seeds. As I grew older, I have came to realize that that is not necessarily true.

Take the tiny library box that sits at our curb. My husband built the box several years ago and I held a happy hour in my house, provided the goodies and all people had to do was bring a book for the library. We planted the seeds in our neighborhood for sharing with each other.

It was at that meeting that we talked about what people enjoyed. It was suggested that not only books but puzzles should be put in the box. We were off and running. The seeds had been planted.

It wasn't until the next fall when my husband and I were in preparation for departure that I realized that someone would need to keep watch over that precious box. It needed to be straightened, kept dry and occasionally purged of books that nobody wanted to read.

I trooped over next door with a silicone drier and asked my neighbor if she would mind being the caretaker.

What happened next is the part where the seeds grew not in my front yard but in my neighbor's heart. The dear dear woman cleaned, rearranged and even decided what to take away. Several years have passed now and she feels that the box is her's as much as it is ours. What a beautiful flower had grown. She was the one that made the box a neighborhood gift.

Janette is 86 years old and a dear friend/neighbor. Am I lucky or what?

My life is wonderful.


Apr 12, 2019

Are You Going to Hell?

Note: I have decided to unfriend or block friends on Facebook because of their political beliefs. It is a very unliberal thing to do I know. I don’t know how to have a conversation in a world with so much hatred. Am I going to hell? Maybe. We will see. Here is the story.

I had an interesting exchange with a Facebook follower. She and I have known each other for many years. We played golf together in Oregon. We sat together with the same group for lunch and had conversations revolving around stuff that had nothing to do with life or politics.

After this last election I began to see that she was as out spoken and firm in her beliefs as I was and we did no agree. But, I also saw that even though we are different, we truly do want the same things. Our differences are in how we go about getting to a good place. And our tolerance for those that disagree with our beliefs are tenuous to say the least.

Recently I shared a quote made by our new congresswoman Alexandria Ocasio-Ortiz. Ms. Ortiz is probably a socialist and her group of supporters may have the idea of taking down everything to build a new society in the United States. It is very appealing to them. Maybe they have nothing to lose...who knows. I JUST THOUGHT IT WAS INTERESTING. I DID NOT INTEND IT TO BE A THREAT TO ANYONE’s BELIEFS.

But I digress...the part of Ms. Ocasio-Ortiz’s statement that touched a nerve with my Facebook follower was the part about "dark money". I really don’t understand what that is all about because in my world illegal is illegal no matter who you are. Two wrongs do not make either party right.

"What is George Soros funding?" she asked. I did not know so I looked this man up.

This is what Wikipedia said about Soros (including footnotes):
Soros is a well-known supporter of progressive and liberal political causes, to which he dispenses donations through his foundation, the Open Society Foundations.[15] Between 1979 and 2011, he donated more than $11 billion to various philanthropic causes;[16][17] by 2017, his donations "on civil initiatives to reduce poverty and increase transparency, and on scholarships and universities around the world" totaled $12 billion.[18] He influenced the collapse of communism in Eastern Europe in the late 1980s and early 1990s,[19] and provided one of Europe’s largest higher education endowments to the Central European University in his Hungarian hometown.[20] His extensive funding of political causes has made him a "bugaboo of European nationalists".[21] Numerous American conservatives have promoted false claims that characterize Soros as a singularly dangerous "puppetmaster" behind a variety of alleged global plots, with The New York Times reporting that by 2018 these claims had "moved from the fringes to the mainstream" of Republican politics.[22][23][24][25][26]

Please note that he helped bring down communism in Eastern Europe and supports education through a foundation. HOWEVER, when I went to check on this foundation I found it was private, unrated and indeed called "the least transparent" of all those around by some groups. Here is another incident where you really can’t believe Fox or The Daily Kos because they, like the rest of us, DO NOT KNOW!

I am all about taking the middle road...now days it is not the road traveled the most obviously because the question that came back at me was "What is the middle? Do you know?" I interpreted that to be an honest question, not sarcasm. PBS or BBC seems to be the one that comes to mind.

But, in this day and age where my Republican friends (and yes I do have those) cannot even talk with me about our world, I am very careful. I love my friends a great deal.

So, the beat goes on. Do you think we can survive another 4 years of what we have now? I do but it will not be fun for anyone because that place in peoples mind that tell them that they are right and those that don’t agree are going to hell is a very frightening place to be at least for me.

What do you think?


Mar 22, 2019

Following the Cow Path

The Path of Least Resistance

I’m sure you know why roads are as windy as they are. Back in the beginning when the world was younger, people walked or rode an animal. They took the path of least resistance. Hence the winding road across the landscape. Houses grew up along those path and communities and farms grew but the path remained the same. Streets and back roads followed in that same manner making the villages and countryside that grew around them look like jigsaw puzzles.

Times have changed but in a way that is the how we all live...taking tha path of least resistance. Humans have not changed it seems.

My husband and I are not alike in anyway. We have moved out lives around each other and live a twisted and windy life.

I had never really seen that in us until just recently. We bought a townhouse last year and built a new life here in a townhouse development in Tucson. The floor plan is different, our small backyard is not the same as anything we have ever had. And the list goes on.

My husband has always been very ergonomically correct. He never pushed his golf cart one step further than he had to. He figured out the direct route right away. I always admired his way of doing things in that regard.

I am all about the esthetics. I never have considered whether a piece of furniture was in the way if it looked good in place. If we had to walk around the end of the couch to get to the back door, I thought that was okay. You can see how my ergonomically correct husband might be put out with that way of doing things.

Once I hooked into what was going on, I realized that I just needed to put the furniture in the room and see where it ended up. If the chair kept moving across the room that is where it needed to be. Our deck now has the two chairs close to a fire pit table and not in the corner with flowers around it. I thought it looked beautiful when in actuality it did not function like it should.  It is just fine. In fact, it is better, more ergonomic and we both like it.

Lessons learned:
  • Remember, if you are going to share a space whether it be at an office or at home, compromise is the key to a happy life.
  • Happy wife, happy life is not necessarily the best way.
  • If you think a dog would be better, I am so sorry. Get a dog and see what I mean.
I know that there more lessons in life here. What do you think they are.

Have a wonderful day.


Mar 1, 2019

How Old Would You Be If...

...you. did not know how old you are? Good question don’t you think. In my age group the conversation often turns to aging, old age or an "organ recital" (you know, a conversation about how your bodily parts are working).

Is that normal? Do we often talk about some malady because that issue is one expected of a person in our age group? Do 30 year old people do the same thing about tiny wrinkles around the eyes or the loss of athletic power? I suppose so.

As a result, I often wonder how we arrive at the determination for how old we should be. Do we derive that image in our minds because of where we are raised or who we associate with? I wonder.

In at article written for the New York Times back in 2012 called "The Island Where People Forgot to Die" the author, Dan Buettner, talks about a Greek Island where men live to an astonishingly old age ( 90, 100, and older). He relates a story about how something on that island and in other places around the world happens to humans and they simply "forget to die". Buettner was writing for National Geographic at that time. The team he was working with had discovered the phenomenon of "The Blue Zone".  I was amazed by the whole story. Note: In San Diego, California Seventh Day Adventist women have a very long life span. That area is another Blue Zone studied by National Geographic.

It seems that the life style and food is entirely doable. They get up when they want, take a nap if they feel like it, work, play, drink wine (even with breakfast) and most importantly visit with neighbor in the evening almost everyday. Is that the secret? No one knows. But the truth is they are very happy content people for the most part.

I think it could be that they live so long because they forget about age. I think that the lesson here is that it really doesn’t matter how old we are or how long we live. If we are miserable and unhappy we might not live as long but it will seem that like forever. If we are happy, we might live forever but it will pass in a flash. We may simply forget to die because we have things to do.

So when I read the story about that island called Ikaria, Greece situated on the Aegean Sea my measuring stick changed. What if I do live to be 95 or 102. The island could be calling not only me name but yours too.

When I read that article, I realized how much of our life we waste waiting. Thought crossed my mind that, if I lived to be 100 for example, I had a lot of time left to do things. I actually could do some of those things that I have dreamed of or I could create new dreams and do those. I felt, well, younger somehow. The perspective was different.

So, how old would you be if you did not know how old you were? Interesting huh!


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