Some Hope

You never know what a day will bring, but we finally got some good news.

After all the setbacks to our attempts to qualify for a home loan, and our painstaking work to rebuild and maintain our credit scores, our patience and diligence has paid off.  We are that much closer to our long-delayed goal.  It’s a ray of light at the end of a dark tunnel.  It hasn’t been easy.

Here are dog and cat biscuits E made, to celebrate a taste of victory.

A Tale of Two Families

Two funerals, one day, two very different families and legacies.  (No names used, to protect their privacy.)

In the first, hundreds of extended family and friends showed up to be supportive of each other in their collective loss of someone too young to die of cancer.  Relations had not always been perfect, but past differences and phobias were forgotten, in the face of such a loss to her young children, husband, mother, brother, and many others.

In the second, a lifetime of vindictive feuding and estrangement could not be set aside or let go, even in the face of death.  A beloved grandmother and grandchild were forced apart and communications severed from a young age, because of some petty vendetta and dysfunction of the parents.  The ugly feud triumphed and outlived death.  Many family members, including great-grandchildren, suffer damage done by this legacy.

Human life at best is uncertain and fragile, and there is no time or excuse for prolonging mindless  hostility and division.  Break down walls while you still can.



Endangered Psycho-phants

Some topics are just too repulsive, so I won’t rant about killing endangered elephants for fun and profit.  More qualified commentators can address such disgusting behavior.  It’s just one more sign of trump’s depravity and instability.  And all his sick sycophants (psychophants?) and hypocrites can go to hell with him.  Do they think we’re so stupid as to be decoyed from what’s really happening?  Maybe the endangered elephants are themselves.

Oops, was that ranting?

Meanwhile, back at the real world, we’re just hoping we can fly under the lunatic radar long enough to survive and make ends meet.  We’re not alone there.  The majority of Americans will suffer profoundly for years to come if these tyrants have their way.  It will become hard to distinguish the US from the very dictatorships we claim to distance ourselves from (or are in bed with).

We’re as endangered as the animal kingdom, being a part of it and dependent upon it.  Let’s hope the natural world survives us.

OK, I lied, it was a rant, fooled you.







Whitecaps on Black Lagoon

It’s a strangely warm, extremely windy day, with t-storms threatening.  There are practically whitecaps on the literally black lagoon i.e the abandoned swimming pool that the neighbors never used.  Soon the weed jungle will conceal it.  I mean, who does that?  Hillbillies.  I keep expecting to see bodies  floating in it.  An old white rag is hanging from a tall weed, evidently indicating surrender to the elements.

Hopefully the strong winds will blow all the leaves into the corner of the yard, so I won’t have to rake.  My favorite kind of leaf blower.  Not that it would matter if I didn’t.

It’s that sort of a day.  I can let my inner Eeyore out.




It’s hard to feel at peace or secure when so much is going horribly wrong in the world, country, and the lives of people close to you.  It’s hard to make sense of all the senselessness.  It’s easy to just shut down and withdraw from the overload.  I know because I’m there, so if you are, too, I understand.  I don’t have a lot of reassurance to share, but what I have I offer.  I wish much peace and relief to my close family members and friends who are grieving for many kinds of loss.  Your tears won’t last forever.


Two members of my extended family just died within a day of each other, against a background of sad circumstances.  I did not know either one personally, but I know how much they meant to their respective families, and how devastating their loss is.  This is just a brief tribute to them, and empathy to those left behind.  May their survivors find some comfort and healing.


I just want to add, separate and aside, that life is too short to perpetuate the cycle of petty phobias and ignorance which divide and destroy families for generations.  You can’t control everyone or thing, all you can do is resolve to break the cycle in your own life and family, so future generations don’t suffer ostracism, intolerance, or estrangement.

It Can’t Rain All the Time

The sun made a vain attempt at dawn, then gave it up to a cold, rainy November-like day.

Sometimes it’s just dark and stormy, and there’s nothing for it but to weather it and be here now with the ones you’ve chosen to share a life with.  You can’t control the weather or other people, but you can choose to be a small part of the climate solution down on the ground where you are right now.

Until the next ice age is upon us, the sun is usually just around the corner, and the moon still comes out eventually.  And you’ll be relieved to know I’m done with the bad metaphors for now.

“Oh it can’t rain all the time.
The sky won’t fall forever.
And though the night seems long,
Your tears won’t fall, your tears won’t fall,
Your tears won’t fall forever.”
Jane Siberry


There’s not much to do around here, so for a cheap pastime away from the stuffy apartment, we wandered the vast halls of a huge antiques mall.  It’s like a museum of antiquities, only with stuff for sale.  We found a few obscure little kitchen gadgets and gifts we needed, but mostly we just explored.  I feel like an artifact myself, doing it, but it’s fun to try to figure out how people used some to the strange torture implements.

Here are some ancient Asian sculptures in marble and bronze, and a crazy chandelier.




World Screen-Sharing

After a lengthy tech support session with a nice Sikh person in India, during which I’m pleased to say I kept up at my end, “we” got to the bottom of the glitch that was indicating some security risks on my Mac.  I have only a vague idea of what she explained about the issues, but I did all the things.  I’m still a tech dummy from yestercentury, but at least I know how to follow instructions.

Sometimes during these texting chats, while we’re waiting on a long download, I get to have a nice conversation with someone in Bangalore or Mumbai or Chennai.  I keep in mind the vast cultural differences and language barriers being bridged.  I picture some cramped office full of tiny cubicles, where low-paid workers struggle to make a living and to make some sense of spoiled Americans, irate at the tiniest inconvenience.

India has come a long way, but it’s still a very different world from the one we take for granted.  A lowly  IT technician there feels privileged to have a job and modest income like that.  It probably has to support a large extended family.  There are no frills or security as we know it.  Indians are often trained to speak better English than the average American, because they must.  Their IT skills are very competitive and affordable in the business world.  There’s a reason we outsource to India.

I think of all this while sharing a screen remotely with someone from another world, as we interact, remove, download, reinstall, and work together like tech detectives, rooting out the insidious evils.  At the end, we congratulate each other on a job patiently well done.  It’s not a robot, it’s another human trying to do a job well in a tough world inhabited by idiots.  It doesn’t take any effort to be courteous and respectful back, something they unfailingly are.  I can’t imagine the ignorance they have to put up with on a daily basis.

I know this is not a new or original thought, but it always amazes me to think of how interconnected and interdependent our world has become, and how we can’t afford to insulate ourselves in a self-deluding bubble, endangering the whole planet.  Each and every trivial contact and interaction we have can improve relations, or break down communications, so vital to our survival.  Just a little more personal civility and self-education can go a long way toward making our world more livable.

Apropos of nothing, here’s a view from semi-hibernation.  Since most of the adjoining yards feature junkyards, brush piles, and a disgusting green lagoon [swimming pool], I believe a few maple leaves on the ground won’t harm anyone.  I think they look nice.