Another Something Something to Stream

Last night, we dipped our tv toes, into the new Netflix series on and from Colin Kaepernick. We're only one episode in, but it got us talking as we watched--like a good show or book ought to do. Have you turned it on yet? Just curious. Love, K

That Was a Hoot

Last night, as N and I watched TV, a cousin (who lives in another state) sent a text asking if I wanted to go for a walk in the morning. Naturally, I immediately assumed cousin Larie meant to text one of her local friends, instead of me. So, I answered, "Of course!!😂", thinking that might make her pause and realize what she'd done, but no. She knew exactly what she was doing.

We decided on a time and agreed to meet up the next morning . . . each of us in our own homes on our own treadmills, chatting away on a video call. And now, after we've experienced our first walk "together", we've agreed to make it a regular date. Larie has a good point. We've enjoyed many good long video calls during the pandemic, but we've sat on our butts for all of them. Now we'll benefit from a warm conversation AND a good brisk walk. Thanks, Larie. Love ya always 💓 

Love, K

Repeat Ear Worm Mystery Solved

I finally realized why the song verse, "put the lime in the coconut", has been playing in my head off and on for the past year. All due to the proverbial light bulb lighting up over my head, on the treadmill today, when I heard Dr Bailey on Grey's Anatomy say (once again), "now let me get this straight...".

Love, K 

"Brudder bought a coconut, he bought it for a dime

His sister had anudder one, she paid it for de lime
She put de lime in de coconut, she drank 'em bot' up
She put de lime in de coconut, she drank 'em bot' up
She put de lime in de coconut, she drank 'em bot' up
She put de lime in de coconut, she called de doctor, woke 'im up

And said "Doctor, ain't there nothin' I can take?"
I said "Doctor, to relieve this bellyache?"
I said "Doctor, ain't there nothin' I can take?"
I said "Doctor, to relieve this bellyache?"

Now, lemme get this straight
You put de lime in de coconut, you drank 'em bot' up
Put de lime in de coconut, you drank 'em bot' up
Put de lime in de coconut, you drank 'em bot' up
Put de lime in de coconut, you called your doctor, woke 'im up""

~Harry Edward Nilsson 

Cause and Effect: First, They Reduced Our ...

In my lifetime, I've heard GOP members (whatever their position in whatever office), talk about reducing government--using all their catchy phraseology, meant to grab our ears and minds. 

My first memory, is of Reagan, talking about slashing taxes, etc. And then there were the groups, that would go exert their views, in individual states. The end result--instead of people complaining so much about taxes, they began to rant about the state of their roads and how long it takes to get a government employee on the telephone.

And all of those tax reductions, what the anti-taxers promised, did not get rid of what they claimed was waste, they got rid of people manning the phones and doing the necessary jobs. Particularly, the state workers who were posted in the less populated parts of the state--reducing the availability of getting any kind of assistance to the rural folks AND taking away the paychecks, that were once spent in those rural communities. 

People in rural counties are angry? Why weren't they paying attention? Why were they drinking the anti-tax Kool Aid? It's not government, people, it's the people who want to strangle the government--they're your enemies. They're your BIG business owners--not wanting to pay workers and not wanting to pay their way. So . . . they make the government the enemy. And, those of us who were listening in school, the government IS the people. 

Stop listening to the folks guarding their stacks of dollars. Listen to each other AND listen to reputable news. Love, K

Welp . . .

I guess the hairy experiment is over. It was "fun" and it gave me the chance to revisit the issues I'd forgotten along the way. Like . . . how long it takes to dry my thick hair when it's longer and how much I hate having hair in my face. Is that all, K? And all those products! Seems like more, much more to recall. K reminds self, that she CAN edit later. 

My L, gave me a great cut, back in early July. When I began to beg for a second, I discovered that once was enough for them. So . . . off I went--back to the place I used to frequent, before I discovered Karyn-who-used-to-cut-the-hair. 

Mandy, massaged this bumpy, lumpy, head, trimmed, layered, compared, and then more soothing with the diffuser. And now, I'm left with what I used to enjoy--a shorter, layered bob, that dries quicker, but sucks at keeping the sleeping cap on. 

And after all of this, as I sit and muse--if my hair is back to normal, can that possibly mean that the world is not far behind? Clicking my ruby slippers together, just in case. How about you? 

Love, K

Tonight's Theme Song

 

"This Be the Verse" ~ Philip Larkin

Happened across this poem, while reading Ty Burr's review of the recent season of Ted Lasso. New to me. How about you?  Love, K

 

Moments to Savor

Thanks to a recent cousin chat, I've been savoring an old memory this afternoon. 

My Mother's older sister, lived in the Tacoma area, with her husband and five children (eventually six). They would drive down to visit us and we'd drive up to spend a day with them. I have no idea of how often it occurred. Maybe one visit a month? I can remember Mom's mood brightening, when Aunt would make the phone call saying they were on their way. 

Such a tiny house, our family of seven lived in, incredible what you can make do with, when that's all you have. Our dining room table expanded to it's maximum, with its three leaves, adding to the length for dinner. A board, spanned from one chair to another, provided needed seating for the youngest, with a Sears or Monty Wards catalog added, in case one of us littles wasn't quite tall enough to reach the table. 

When we'd drive up to see their family, by the time I came along, only my older brother and me would be in the backseat. (I wonder what those three teens left at home were up to? Something that just popped into my head.) My brother, probably enjoyed being "the oldest", on these drives. Probably why he was territorial, when it came to where I was allowed sit and squirm. 

The drive back, from what my faulty memory tells me, was usually in the dark. Perhaps it was to avoid being teased and prodded by older brother, or perhaps it was soothing, since I was exhausted from a full day. Whatever the reason, I'd curl up in the foot well, on my side of the backseat. The vibrations from the tires rumbling on the seamed concrete highway, the trusty thumb in my mouth, would send me into deep sleep, all the way home.

Love, K

Cravings ...

 

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