Forward to the Past

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I scanned this old Sunday this morning, just for you. I drew a lot bigger back then! It took two passes on my 11X17 flat-bed scanner to get it all. That is the very reason I began drawing smaller, shortly after this cartoon appeared in 1995. It was about that time I started scanning the daily cartoons and digitally transmitting them to my editors in New York. I started drawing smaller so I could scan a cartoon in one pass of the scanner. It was sometime later before I began transmitting the Sunday cartoons, because they simply were too big to transmit by dial-up modem. As it was, I remember it would take 12 to 15 minutes to transmit six daily cartoons. Now, it takes about three seconds.

314 thoughts on “Forward to the Past”

  1. Good morning, Villagers. No frost here, not even in the fridge. 82 and cloudy outside, kind of sultry. *squashes urge to quote Byron* Had a great run this morning,with a red sunrise. We only had a small case this morning, rounds went well except for a bothersome temperature elevation in a patient we wanted to send home. First patient is sitting in the waiting room for her 10:00 appointment. “Do you think she will see me early?” Everybody looked at me to go ask The Boss Of My Life. I just said, “Why don’t you just have a seat? She’ll be with you shortly.” Like at 10:00

  2. I’m with Arlo on this one. Quite often I find that reruns of old shows are better than whatever is new on the boob tube. [no, Ghost Sweetie, not *that* kind of boob. ;-)]

  3. The Dark Side sometimes has a nice hint:

    “He Went To Paris”
    He went to Paris looking for answers
    To questions that bothered him so
    He was impressive, young and aggressive
    Saving the world on his own.
    But the warm Summer breezes
    The French wines and cheeses
    Put his ambition at bay
    And Summers and Winters
    Scattered like splinters
    And four or five years slipped away.
    Then he went to England, played the piano
    And married an actress named Kim
    They had a good life, she was a good wife
    Bore him a young son named Jim.
    And all of the answers and all of the questions
    He locked in his attic one day
    ‘Cause he liked the quiet clean country living
    And twenty more years slipped away.
    Well the war took his baby, the bombs killed his lady
    And left him with only on eye
    His body was battered, his world was shattered
    And all he could do was just cry.
    While the tears were falling, he was recalling
    The answers he never found
    So he hopped on a freighter, skidded the ocean
    And left England without a sound.
    Now he lives in the islands, fishes the pilin’s
    And drinks his green label each day
    He’s writing his memoirs and losing his hearing
    But he don’t care what most people say.
    Through eighty-six years of perpetual motion
    If he likes you he’ll smile then he’ll say
    Jimmy, some of it’s magic, some of it’s tragic
    But I had a good life all the way.

    And he went to Paris looking for answers
    To questions that bother him so.

  4. Here is to hoping that you can see this drawing that my sister ( did 13 years ago.

    We leave at 5:45 for Italy. I am not worried about the flight at all, but with ISIS and pickpockets, I have a bit of anxiety. Two different types of worry, but I guess, I need to trust that everything will be OK.

    Last night we had a heavy rain again and I found some water in the furnace room. After looking at the pattern, I realized that it was coming from the dehumidifier, which was making a lot of noise. I posted on Facebook that I would probably have to replace it when we got back. A girl from high school messaged me as she works in dispatch for a Heating and Cooling company. She told me that it might just be plugged up. On MAN, was it! 17 years without servicing left quite a mess. However after a cleaning, it is running smooth.

  5. Arlo and I have the right idea. About 1 year ago I started to record to DVD some classic B/W show from the 50’s & 60. Leave it to Beaver, The Honeymooners, Dick Van Dyke, Danny Thomas, Route 66, Have Gun, Will Travel, The Rifleman, The Fugitive etc……so now I have a large collection of them and most have the commercials cut out. Our cable has “ME TV and Cozi tv channels, and EnCore has the Westerns.
    The way I figure it when I am in the “Old Folks” home the attendants can play a DVD every 4 hours and I will be back in my childhood years, and not worrying about current events of the day or how much drool I have on my shirt!

  6. When we are abroad The Man In My Life uses a money belt and a pocket clip. The minute we get to the hotel, the passports and jewelry (not mine, I don’t bring any but a gold crucifix necklace that I always wear, even in the shower) go in the safe deposit box. I carry what little money I have in a little silver cylinder intended for nitroglycerin pills on my keychain. Fashion and fit be darned, when I am in Europe I wear running shorts with pockets.

  7. Jackie, regarding yesterday’s postings, I was engaged to my husband, now of 35 years, when I lived with a French family completing my college degree. Every where I went, everything I saw, I was longing to show and share with him as soon as we could get back, expecting it to be the following year. I guess you’ve guess it, 35 years later, life intervened, no one bank rolling our life, and we have yet to go. Sigh. There’s always the possibility of next year! Ever the optomist!

  8. Lilyback, love that song. One of my long time favorites for the two obvious reasons, (1) I love Jimmy Buffett songs and (2) I love Paris! and going to Paris! and I’m always looking for answers to questions like, Which is my favorite French cheese, Brie or Camenbert? How do I find that little known restaurant treasure not even in the Michelin guide? … etc.

  9. Carl Reiner said they wanted the show to be timeless, so it’s not topical, just people and real human interactions that everyone can relate to, they even took into consideration Rob’s clothes, the cut of the coat may look dated, but not silly or way strange, like today looking back at so much if the 70’s. .. I watch a lot of youtube, almost any show you can think of and short lived, obscure things, someone has put some of on there.

  10. Learn something every day! [Whoops: I’ll go back and get the website.]

    I’d seen [but never bought] Groton’s seafood products, but had never heard of Mrs. Paul’s. The two lines look to be about equally attractive.

  11. The trio portrayed, by Belgian painter Gallait, is called ‘The fisherman’s family’ and is shown in catalogs both facing left and facing right. The original is in the Hermitage, which I don’t expect to visit anytime soon. Peace, emb.

  12. “Old Faithful Geyser is predicted to erupt at 1:05pm ยฑ 10 minutes Mountain Time on September 11, 2014.” Sorry, I have an appt. then.

  13. Ah, back in the office after a lovely art class. I am learning to use watercolors. They are harder to use than acrylics because they are transparent, but you can get some really cool effects.

    I asked The Boss Of My Life if we were going back to France this summer, but she was noncommittal.

  14. The Dick Van Dyke Show was one of the most formative experiences of my young life. I used to sneak out of bed and hide behind my father’s chair to watch it over his shoulder (he usually dozed off so he never knew I was there).

    Like many, perhaps most TV writers of my generation, The Dick Van Dyke Show is what led us to chase the dream. We wanted to work on a cool show in an office full of great, funny people and have a wonderful spouse to come home to.

    And some of us had that come true!

  15. In between good music, MPR announcer said a major solar flare has sent extra radiation our way, which may disrupt various electronics, but also result in > auroras > usual. Of course, it’s mostly cloudy out now. Enjoy. emb

  16. Today was hot but nice with a little shower in the middle of the afternoon. Overall I would say that we’ve had worse 9/11’s. I wonder how many people who had relatives in the WTC wish that their family had lived well past 50. All of them I expect. Life is hard to live and hard to keep, but there are people who have gone or would go through hell for one more minute with their son, daughter, wife , husband, father, mother, and so on. I’m lucky. I’ve beat cancer twice without radiation or chemo. Everybody says that they wouldn’t do it and a few don’t, but I remain curious what tomorrow will bring and I don’t want to die with the winning lottery ticket in my pocket.

  17. Heh, I have won the lottery metaphorically speaking twice, maybe three times. I gave away my rabbit’s foot and am never gonna gamble again. I figure I’ve used up my luck! ๐Ÿ˜€

    BTW, I have just thought it over and realized I have never listened to National Public Radio in my life. I tried to get it once to listen to “Car Talk, but gave up and never tried again. Of course, you have to realize that I last listened to radio over a year ago

  18. Wife hated Car Talk. I liked it, and listened when I could at the hospital gym where I work out. I have public radio on most of the time, the nearby MPR classical music station. They sometimes broadcast NPR programs, including brief news bites.

    Frost advisory again tonight, then a warmer weekend, highs in 60s F. Rain on and off today, bit of sleet just after we’d entered a coffee house for lunch. Good paninis, good coffee.

  19. I’m enjoying Car Talk the second time around. Listening to them is like sitting in a truck stop, minus the smoke and the bad coffee. And I also enjoy A Prairie Home Companion, except for the rare moments when Keillor gets too political.

  20. When you’ve finished with JJ’s work today, check out today’s “B. C.” and “Chuckle Bros.” cartoons. Don’t believe I’ve seen either gag before. (Make your own jokes about “good taste”).

  21. Good Morning Villagers…..

    Heh…where’s the strips on Go Comics….comments are there, but no strips….hmmmm.

    Miss Charlotte….thank you very much for the compliment and the “atta girl”…made my morning, lady. Never was the one who followed the old adage of when the going gets tough, the tough go shopping ๐Ÿ™‚

    Watched a classic movie yesterday, “The Long Hot Summer” with Newman and Woodward, they made a beautiful couple. Then saw a movie called “Mud” with Mathew McCaughnahy…good movie…. especially when he took his white shirt off ๐Ÿ™‚ You there Jean…got to watch that movie.

    Gotta go…big man coming in from the Corp to look at “problem” of “dirty” eggs….I’ll say one thing though….he’s nice to look at….heh, I’m 61, but not dead!!!!

    So in the meantime to feed your addiction to comic strips, I’ll leave you with this good one:

    Ya’ll have a blessed day….and it’s PAYDAY!!!

    GR ๐Ÿ˜‰

    Where’s Mark been?

  22. I was given the complete Dick Van Dyke Show DVD for my birthday last year and DW and I finally finished watching the run of shows last month. Still hilarious after 50 years and funnier than 95% of what airs today- all with no gratuitous sexual innuendo, crude language, mean-spirited put-downs that pass for “comedy” these days. Of course, Laura Petrie and her capri pants still look great!

  23. Berk Breathed (sic) used to ride in the freight airplane that flew his comic to his publisher (Washington, I believe) drawing during the whole flight. On landing he handed the comic to a messenger at the airport and rode the plane back to Austin.

  24. Good moring, Villagers. Great run this morning, the cool is really invigorating. I did nine miles out of sheer lightheartedness, making me late for morning rounds. The Boss Of My Life was already dressed and patting her foot when I got home, so I had to run through the shower and air dry my hair on the way to the hospital, which results in its looking like a rat’s nest. I am going to re-wet it in the bathroom and re-dry it.

  25. TruckerRon, there is nothing else out there like Prairie Home Companion, is there? It’s being snuggled up in your favorite sweatshirt on a cold winter night, with your feet up on the sofa, and just one light on to keep back the darkness.

  26. About today’s rerun of Arlo on couch watching Dick Van Dyke:
    it is the rerun of Arlo’s life that he is talking about, not just the tv show. Comment isn’t pertaining to reruns on tv but that Arlo is doing same thing over and over and his life isn’t the exciting events he thought it would be when he was a kid and dreaming.

    Only had time to read everyone on today’s comments, so have no idea what else anyone has said. Jimmy Buffett’s “He Went to Paris” is not only a classic to us Buffett fans but also one of the saddest and most poignant songs ever written about life by any songwriter.

    When our oldest daughter was in high school we sent her to France as a language exchange student for a summer. She lived on French breads, cheeses and high content ice cream. We did not recognize her at airport, as she had left Houston a skinny, hollow eyed waif whose clothes fell off her and returned round faced and “normal looking.”

    Later we were on Main Street in Disney World that year when a young French tourist was asking where to buy the type film he needed for his camera. I understood him, clerk did not, I urged daughter to tell him to go to another shop where he would find it.

    She could not tell him! So much for language exchange programs, I think I ended up telling him in Spanish which he also spoke.

    Running late in life today, was supposed to be 50 miles away by now buying all the “distressed” perennials at Lowes nursery for $1 a pot by 9 a.m. this morning.

    Love, Jackie Monies

  27. Heh, run, Jackie, run. That distressed nasturtium isn’t gonna wait all day ๐Ÿ˜€

    Since I speak Spanish, I am often called on to be the “Office Translator”, though my Spanish classes didn’t include medical terms, I have a little dictionary that helps. What was fun, though, was standing next to a French tourist at NorthPark Nieman’s and getting to translate for her to the clerk about make-up items. We went and had a drink afterwards, and she was chattering away in colloquial French which was hard to follow. But I remember what she said when I ordered a Margarita instead of wine. “Mon Dieu, vous serez tous en รฉtat d’รฉbriรฉtรฉ!” I laughed and said “Il faut beaucoup plus d’une Margarita pour me faire ivre.” She ,made a face and said “Les cocktails je les dรฉteste.” Same planet, different worlds!

  28. Since everyone seems to be gone, I have to invite you all to watch ESPN College Game Day from downtown Fargo tomorrow at 8-11 central time. GO BISON

  29. Actually, I plant my nasturtiums from seed, one of my favorite flowers.

    I did, however, score $1,800 plus/more or less perennials and grasses from Lowes for $81 and held up a lot of annoyed customers who I kept apologizing to. They sold me all the carts, with three shelves of perennials I wanted for $15 each and the pampas grasses for $1 each and all the one gallon rudbeckia’s that were left for $1 each, which were about 18 of each plant.

    And I got to pick the ones I wanted and reject any I didn’t, had a customer service rep helping me, then four other customer service reps to help shove them in truck. And the rep kept calling me “Miss Jackie” which is fine with me!

    Front yard will no longer have grass, just the rock walls and ditches and some built in rock beds. Whole thing will be reseeding wildflowers, low care hardy perennials in drifts, ornamental grasses, daylilies, iris, herbs spilling over walls, etc.

    Then when the neighbors weeds and grasses make it into my yard and flowers, they won’t be as obvious and the Johnson grass will just look like part of the native/natural grass look! It likes my yard and gets 6 feet tall, what with the fertilizer.

    Next summer I will have hummingbirds, butterflies and birds back in force enjoying it all, which I in turn will enjoy. My wildlife garden used to be the one I look out of from office but that one is going to be roses, hydrangeas, daylilies and iris now, plus another wooden deck to replace grass and dirt.

    Janis looks like a wimpy gardener compared to my insanity.

    Love, Jackie Monies

  30. Well, this has certainly been a fun and exciting couple of days. (Where did I leave that damn “sarcasm” emoticon?) My Mom (following the needle biopsy of her lung I mentioned last month) is about a quarter of the way through a course of radiation beam therapy for a lung nodule that turned out to be adenocarcinoma, but localized (thankfully), and with no evidence it is metastatic either to or from any other location. She is doing so well with her treatments that her attitude can best be summed up as “What’s the big deal?” Which phrase she actually uttered to the radiation onc guy during his last weekly check of her progress.

    However, she does have to go in each day, Monday through Friday, for her treatments, and she no longer drives. My brother-in-law and I have been trading off carrying her to the oncology clinic for them…until he slipped in the tub and had a run-in (literally) with a glass shower door the other evening. One might say he won the confrontation, as the door was shattered, but only if one overlooked the total of 20 skin staples it took to close the lacerations on his head and right arm, and the not-insignificant number of square inches of epidermis that were shaved off this left arm as a parting shot from the shower door. Oh, and the concussion he suffered as an extra special bonus prize when he sailed out of the tub and executed a tile-floor face-plant, apparently performed without any loss of style points.

    The concussion appeared to be serious enough that as soon as the doc finished stapling him back together, the ever-zany ER crew packaged and shipped him by ambulance to the nearest facility with a neurosurgeon on staff, where he was held overnight for observation. To say that my schedule the last couple of days has suffered greatly from on-the-fly-ism would be significantly understating the situation. The good news revolves around the fact that his concussion appears to not be as serious as initially feared; his out-of-state daughter and son-in-law arrived, picked him up from the hospital and delivered him home a short while ago, saving me a pretty good drive to retrieve him; and that it’s Friday. Where did I leave that damn bourbon bottle?

    It just struck me that the above sounded much like something Lady Mindy would post. Except with rum at the end, rather than bourbon. ๐Ÿ™‚

  31. Don’t touch my rum Ghost. ๐Ÿ™‚ Wow, what a week for you! Glad everyone is doing okay-ish. I’ve met shower doors like that, but without the bloodthirsty streak though. My grandparent’s glass shower doors often played the delightful double prank of dropping their handles AND coming off track at the same time. Wonderful fun. Really glad your mom’s treatment and prognosis is so positive.

    Early morning wake up – night all!

  32. That was a pretty good OF blow, I’m guessing with the webcam unsupervised, because it never angled up above the crowd to get the tops of the higher jets.

    / my “1853” mention above, Sol is still up here, lighting up cumulus clouds to the south. Frost advisories around I Falls tonight. MN is mostly west of the 90th parallel, so sunset on 22 Sept. w/b 5-15 min. or so after 1900 hrs.

  33. Best wishes and a prayer for your Mom, Ghost

    Nobody here at our casa will let me forget that at a party shortly after I came to work here, I was carrying a tray of hors d’oeuvres to the back yard which was full of people and forgot about the glass door to the deck (which has now been changed for French doors for entirely unrelated reasons) and ran into the darned thing, spilling hors d’oeuvres all over the floor. And I was drunk. Very.

  34. Glad your mom is handling everything OK. Guess that is where you get your intestinal fortitude, which you have sorely needed! And… glad that your BIL didn’t suffer worse consequences. Hang in there, good buddy…

  35. Ghost, I have been worrying about you but had hoped it was something much better, like a girl friend to visit. Woman, not girl, anyway romance and relaxation.

    You are a wonderful son to your mom and a good family member to all I suspect. They are blessed to have you.

    I miss your wonderful writing. I have decided I write better than I speak but I think you are equally proficient with proper language.

    Hate glass doors of all kinds, they are a hazard to all forms of life.

    Take care of you, which is what everyone keeps telling me and I ignore mostly! Are you and brother-in-law all that remain to help out? My daughter (the younger) has been a Godsend for which she has been rewarded, so perhaps your mom knows how fortunate she is to have you.

    Love, Jackie Monies

  36. Lily dearest, I do actually worry about you and the drinking to excess. Right now I am employing a lady gardener who is an alcoholic and a felon who could not of course get work. She is sober and clean so far as I know now, works like a proverbial dog and takes pride in her work.

    I have immediate family members who died of alcoholism, friends, acquaintances, business and customers, so I am hardly sheltered nor have ever been.

    The younger daughter I am so proud of is a rehabilitated anorexic who once weighed less than you, exercised as much as you and ate like you (but not the drinking). She got a degree in psychology as appreciation to the psychologist who got her eating disorder under control and saved her from starving herself.

    I understand totally why you do what you do, that is not the issue, but rather that I am afraid you are going to do some serious damage to your body and won’t be repairable.

    Off to bed, I feel like heck myself!

    Love, Jackie Monies

  37. I finally got myself fed and watered (Did I have lunch today? No matter.), and caught up on the past day and a half of the goings-on in the Village, which is for me a longer than usual span.

    Debbe ๐Ÿ™‚ Glad to see you’ve bounced back, hon, as I knew you would. As I’ve said before, what doesn’t kill you makes you stronger…even if it does often piss you off while doing it.

    Thank you, Charlotte. My sister would have enjoyed knowing you (you remind me of a favorite aunt of ours), and you would have liked her. Everyone did.

    Jean dear, I don’t need the “boob tube”…remember, I have a pulchritudinous hair stylist. She was last seen (by me, the other day) wearing what I would still declare and swear to be a pair of men’s boxer shorts and a low-cut, filmy top of some sort. Fortunately, she has both the wheels and headlights to carry off that look.

    Jackie, I once ate at a faux-French bistro on the Gulf Coast (said eatery itself having since been eaten by Hurricane Katrina) wherein I was served a green salad which included what I was given to understand were nasturtium petals. My first and last encounter with such…quite peppery tasting as I recall, and apparently all the rage amongst yuppie diners at that time.

    And this may say something about your daughter’s POE…

    Matthew McConaughey took off his shirt in a movie? Wow, who could have seen that coming?

    Hi, Denise. Good to see you posting again. Thanks, Lady Mindy. Thanks, Gal. Thanks, Munchkin. Thanks, Jackie. (And “Aw, shucks, ma’am, you make me blush.”) Yep, my Mom, BIL and I are it in this area now.

    Got about 3.5 hours of sleep last night, a problem I will remedy tonight, hopefully after having made it to the end of the Braves/Rangers game.

    Missed you guys.

  38. Ghost and Jackie, I appreciate you worrying about me, but when I consider the alternative of living as long as y’all seem to want me to, and drinking…well, I’ll have another margarita. Y’all remember, I have no intention or expectation of living a long life. ๐Ÿ˜›

  39. Lily:

    Me too. I am close to someone who has been sober > a decade, and later smoke-free too [and says quitting cigarettes was harder than booze], and am both relieved and proud. He was, pardon my frankness, as brash as you are about it, before he got arrested for DUI and sentenced to time but parole instead and AA [5 yr., I think]. No matter where he goes, he seeks out the local AA chapter, and sets an example for many. BTW, he has been enjoying life past 50 for > 8 yr. You should try it.

    Love and peace, emb

  40. Dear Ghost, wondered what had become of you, yesterday, but couldn’t have imagined the upsets that kept you away. Your mother must be someone who everybody likes and cares about — good that she can be so good-natured about the treatment. You are good-natured too, and as Jackie points out, a fine writer and thinker. Much sympathy to your brother-in-law for the awful accident, and hoping he will get back to normal okay. I think tile floors are dangerous and would never want one. As for the glass shower door — shudders — I plan to tell my family what happened, and point out the safety issue. We just have a plastic shower curtain, myself.

  41. We are born to well-wishers who beckon us and stand ready to take us in their arms when we reach the light at the end of the tunnel. It has been reported by some that this is what they saw before they returned from that twilight zone of dying. It strikes me that this may be more than coincidence.

  42. “Ah, make the most of what we yet may spend,
    Before we too into the Dust descend;
    Dust into Dust, and under Dust to lie,
    Sans Wine, sans Song, sans Singer, and – sans End!

    For “Is” and “Is-Not” though with Rule and Line
    And “Up-and-Down” by Logic I define,
    Of all that one should care to fathom, I
    Was never deep in anything but – Wine.”

    emb, I have studied the Twelve Step Programs. I have never attended an AA meeting because they are for people who want to stop drinking. And that is not me! Besides, I would rather be a drunk than a SmoKer.

  43. “Work like you don’t need the money, love like you’ve never been hurt, and dance like no one is watching.” – Randall G Leighton

    Personally, I have trouble with only one of those three.

    Now, “To sleep, perchance to dream”

    And if there is any justice, Natalie Portman will be in my dream when I arrive. ๐Ÿ˜‰

    (I usually look for Mila Kunis, but at last report she was still trรจs enceinte et trรจs amoureuse.

  44. Dear Lily, I too have often sighed over the magical, wonderful poetry of Omar Khayyam. Maybe you are right to use his verses to help you along the path of life. Now that I’m thinking of it, they are lots more appealing than some creeds, and may have influenced my philosophy more than I’ve given them credit for.

  45. Ghost, I wondered why you hadn’t made your usual snarky remark about my sally, and I’m sorry your days have been so hectic, but I am glad that things are turning out alright. I’m sure that by the time I read your post you were safely in the embrace of Morpheus, so I hope you slept well and had good dreams!

  46. Munchkin, your hors dโ€™oeuvres story reminded me of a time during my high school days when my date and I, along with another couple, were seated at a table in a nightclub and got up to leave. To this day, I’ve never come up with a plausible theory to explain it, but somehow the table cloth attached itself to me, and when I stood, the cloth followed me, dumping glasses, ash trays, candle holders and other miscellany onto the floor. Joe Cool, I wasn’t. Plus, my date and I were both on the wrong side of the legal drinking age, so the last thing I wanted to do was call untoward attention to us.

    Fortunately, the nightclub was in a resort area, and I assume the wait staff had some degree of experience in dealing with such minor disasters. A waiter and waitress appeared from nowhere, made a few magical gestures, and the wreckage disappeared–poof–just like that. Callow youth that I was, I still knew enough to palm a five-spot and slip it to our waiter (thereby restoring a measure of my Joe Coolness) and to keep on walking.

    Ghost out.

  47. Good morning, Debbe, I figure you are up soon or already with the chickens. Or is it going to bed with them that is joke?

    Ghost, et al, if you “et some nasturtiums” it would have been better or as good to have eaten the leaves in salad. They are peppery, like strong watercress. Calendulas , violas are also edible and salad ingredients. Squash blossoms are fantastic if stuffed a little, dipped in batter and fried.

    OK, who is guilty of being a foodie here? Not me!

    Hope the crashing noise that woke me up was a cat, possum or other critter outside and not someone falling/searching through the pile of deck furniture, etc. out behind my end of the house where we left it to clean up. it sounded like a possum falling on the roof of my bedroom!

    Lily, Lily, you remind me of myself fifty years ago or so. I named my cat Khalil (loved that cat so much). Named my dog for Baryshnikov. Even your reading materials seem to duplicate my teenage and college days, along with your expectations of life! And here I am fifty years later and still alive? Who’d have thought it?

    Not me. There is a reason I am alive even if I may not know it and I live my life that way, so should that purpose present itself I won’t miss it. A good friend who I respected as a Christian example told me I didn’t have to go to Africa to be a missionary, that I lived everyday right here serving as one.

    Think about that. I was about 40 at the time and almost daily for the last 30 years I remind myself of her words. I am no saint, just a flawed human but who knows the lives we may touch?

    Love, Jackie Monies

  48. About margaritas, I love them and never, never drink one. I buy sugar free snow cones once and awhile and have them sprinkle them with salt and fresh lime juice, delicious and no alcohol. I assume this is the sugar free mix you mentioned? The alcohol will add calories on its’ own.

    The last and only time I made huge quantities of margaritas was back in my “socially acceptable” days when I was in charge of the women’s club big annual event in the late 1970’s or early 80’s and Mike was in liquor/wine business. They ended up drunk and even pushed the mariachi band into our yacht club pool, along with all the women’s club members.

    Then there was the middle aged woman guest at a dinner party who fell into my flower beds and I was banned from inviting her again. Mike said he wasn’t serving Chateau Petrus to drunks!

    My sober gardener says she thought blacking out and not remembering what she had done the next day was normal.

    Love, Jackie Monies

  49. Good morning Villagers….

    Jackie, I usually take a quick nap around 5ish, get up around 7 or 8 and go back to bed around 10… internal clock wakes me up anywhere between 2ish or 4ish.

    GR ๐Ÿ˜‰ bless your heart. You seem to handle stressful situations rather well, under control, and with love. I’ll keep you and yours in my thoughts and a prayer……………………Amen.

    Well my son flunked Laundry 101. I through in the laundry soap, he added the work clothes….and some bleach. I now have a burgundy T that looks as if it has been tied dyed and a pair of LL Bean jeans with bleach spots….his retort: “you know people pay high dollars for that look” Son, I said, come sit beside me……(there’s a song there), but you don’t add bleach to colored clothing. But he thought it would get them cleaner….(think I’m going to build that basement ๐Ÿ™‚ )

    And again we had to use paper towels to remove the mineral oil and rust off the underside of thr rod conveyor and The Boss was there to help….then I had to pack……eggs are getting bigger. The Corp gentleman arrived towards the end and said they were looking better. The younger hens are at the back of the building, so their eggs are still quite small and have a “smashing” ratio of 2 going through the packer. He made some adjustments and it has eliminated two of the small eggs trying to get through at the same time.

    Indy Mindy….little nippy in your neighborhood today, getting settled in I hope. And how is Blacklight enjoying his new surroundings? We’re supposed to get down in the mid 40’s tonight

    Yup, been there and done that with sliding glass doors to a patio. Roommate had left the door open all evening as we were running in and out to the patio deck fixing supper. I went back inside to get some veggies and ‘bamb’ ran right into the closed patio door. There I stood holding this large piece of glass in my hands…that was some 30 years ago, I was bullet proof then ๐Ÿ™‚

    Jean…yes, yes, yes… ‘Mud’…let me know what ya think.

    Ya’ll have a Happy Caterday….I’ve got the ‘teens’ today. (Swish….snap goes my whip)

  50. Just read a ton of reviews and synopsis of “Mud”. Got 98% on Rotten Tomatoes which is unheard of. I think I am going to have to see this one but don’t know if I can handle the falling into a pit of water moccasins, as I am phobic about snakes and dream of them with night terrors. Plot seems pretty right on for Southern genre coming of age movie!

    Love, Jackie

  51. Debbe ๐Ÿ˜‰ Dressed? Thanks for the prayers, hon. Like money, you can never have enough…but they’re easier (and better) to come by.

    As much as it pains me to say it, the level of discourse over on The Dark Side may have actually improved a bit. (A smidgen?) Perhaps inspired by my occasional presence there? ๐Ÿ™‚ Not to say, of course, that there aren’t still those who seem to not actually read (or at best, misread) the cartoons, much less the other comments.

    Jackie: Sometimes a snake is just a snake. ๐Ÿ™‚

  52. Yeah, Ghost, I have learned how to kill real snakes with a shovel or hoe since moving to OK. My gardening lady has killed a bunch of real ones in clearing the Back 40 this year, small copper heads mainly. The mulch mountain was full of them apparently which did not surprise me, they love it.

    It is the ones one the floor in my bedroom or crawling across the bed that scare me. Thank God I do not drink or I’d have delirium tremors from hell!

    Love you and by proxy your Mama too, so keep taking good care of her. All mine has is me, my husband and one granddaughter to keep her on path to 100. We figure great grandson at age two won’t be much benefit unless she becomes “Oldest Living American” and then he can take over with care!

    Love, Jackie Monies

  53. Good morning, Villagers! Such a great morning. It was in the sixties when I ran and I did ten miles from sheer exhilaration. I felt great till The Boss Of My Life Caught me liming, measured my knee, and said no run for me tomorrow. ๐Ÿ™ Patients are nutso this morning. “What can we do for you this morning?” “A vending machine fell on me and I want her to look at my back.” Uh, okay

  54. Durn, those Dark Side people ARE getting better Ghost! It is you being the early and first poster to set the standards probably.

    JJ has totally nailed the restaurant business (and mom and pop motels) from the beginning, as he has sailing, boats, gardening and many, many other topics.

    If people don’t “get it” that is their loss.

    Love, Jackie

  55. Lily, don’t you know that studies show that falling vending machines are a leading cause of requests for pain meds?

    A nurse who worked in Urology told me of the patient who brought into the clinic a kidney stone she had passed as proof she needed a refill for hydrocodone. The stone analysis results came back from the lab as basically “parking lot gravel”.

  56. Debbe – Blacklight is settling just fine. She has turned into the biggest kitty busybody! The last couple years at the apartment, the windows held no interest for her. Once she got accustomed to being so close to the activity, she spends most of her time on the porch, nose pressed to the glass, watching the world go by. I am slowly making headway in the house. And this weather is perfect. No warmer and no colder. I wish.

    One of these days, I will have to get the laptop on in time to watch OF, neither of my handheld device do flash.

    Jackie – Snakes are fine. Spiders… not so much. This year has been a banner year for spiders too. My store is full of them. My clerk found one on her head! I would not have survived the encounter. Along with the questionable wiring, leaking roof, corporate doesn’t appear to be too concerned with them. (Until one finds its way into a customer’s bag, I’ll bet.) Then again, my district has several managers ready to retire, one who may or may not have quit, and no one ready to jump in. Would not be surprised to be moved again. Mercifully, I was on vacation the week the last manager quit. Didn’t really want to drive an hour to work every day.

  57. Speaking of pain meds, my Mom has already taken herself off the Norco she was prescribed for pain related to her lung problem, which were definitely affecting her memory and cognitive functions adversely. So, “Yay, radiation therapy!” And, “Yay, getting my mama back!”

    Forecast for today here calls for a high in the mid-80’s, which is seasonable for us. No big deal for those in you more northerly climes, I’m sure, but it will be the first day this week our high hasn’t bumped 100. I may even go to the range this afternoon and ventilate some targets. Take that, you wasically paper wabbit!

  58. Just had an automobile video ad pop up on my computer. Apparently they now build cars with “driving aids” for careless, clueless, distracted, oblivious, driving-around-with-their-heads-up-and-locked drivers. About time, I’d say.

  59. Ghost: We had one of those who claimed to pass a stone in the hospital for another thing. Analysis showed “chewing gum and dirt.” One problem these fakers have is they don’t realize how small real kidney stones are. Oh, and I glanced at The Dark Side, saw somebody had commented, “Take her skinny dipping Gene,” muttered a bad word, and saw it was you. So, it you felt your ears tingling five minutes ago, you’ll know why ๐Ÿ˜›

  60. Husband came back from urologist visit yesterday, after x-ray, ultrasound and two office visits in one day he has two stones stuck too large to pass. Has to go next month and have them crushed to pass. He has NEVER taken pain meds unless in surgery in hospital!

    If you want to see bogus medical claims, go be a workmen’s compensation adjudicator! It is a way of life for many.

    Mindy, the convenience store management/owner concern level seems low nationwide, honey! Did I tell you about years ago when the hurricane blew out all the walkway roofing, allowing the big rats to jump out of attic areas of the one in our strip shopping center? We had wrapped a wedding gift for customer, one flung himself out of attic and bounced off the big package. She never saw it!

    Anyway, that same strip center is still there 25 years later with a convenience store in same location and I’ll bet same sanitation level or worse!

    Love, Jackie

  61. Right now, Jackie, I have a bladder stone and it’s not getting broken up by a laser for several weeks. At 3 cm, they’re not asking me to pass it, but there are no symptoms, so no hurry to remove it. It did cause a rather nasty infection, but as long as I keep properly hydrated, that shouldn’t be a problem in the short run.

  62. Lily: Heh. I just thought it was getting a little too serious over there on TDS. And was the bad word related to sex, ancestry or an anatomical feature? ๐Ÿ™‚

    Jackie, per a urologist I know, the magic number for a passable vs. non-passable kidney stone seems to be 5mm. But that’s not carved in stone, so to speak.

  63. I married kidney stones! Mike has had since a teen, has two or three different kinds, his mom and dad had, now both our children have them, my one son in law does, so I figure grandkids will be blessed. I do NOT have them, something I ascribe to the drinking of large amounts of nonsweet iced tea with about half a lemon or lime, all day long.

    It has of course made me wonder if our diets have done this, along with maybe bad DNA? I have been giving gout advice to gardener, who has it (beer drinker and eater of lots of things like sardines, processed meats, etc.) but that is nothing my husband does/did. Same things affect kidney stones with purine high foods and beer, alcohol. Moderate amounts of wine are OK but high fat cheeses, dairy, beef, bacon, sausage, all that kind of stuff are bad.

    Only bad veggie I know of is asparagus and mushrooms for purines. I sent gardener a big plate of fresh fruit, potato salad, lettuce and tomato salad and low fat smoked turkey and provolone hoagie.

    (I am baby sitting grandson, so time on my hands here.)

    LOVE, Jackie

  64. Jackie, The Man In My Life had a terrible gouty attack after making a pot of beans and eating too many of them. Dry beans are a precipitator of gouty attacks. Poor baby, I had to give him two shots of Decadron to keep him on his feet. Like he says, gout is funny only if you don’t have it. (Mea culpa, I gave him a “gout stool” for Christmas one year. Well, he is so hard to buy for!) Milton said that if it were not for gout, his blindness would have been bearable. Great picture by Gilray showing podagra :

  65. Meat, eggs, fish–in other words, animal proteins–are the biggies for purines. Were the beans seasoned with animal fat?

    My personal theory is that most everyone produces kidney stones, but a high liquid intake can help flush them out before they become troublesome or even noticeable. Avoiding spinach helps prevent formation of calcium oxalate stones. Wish I’d known that when I was a kid, when my Mom was making me eat it. Of course, now I like it. ๐Ÿ™‚

  66. I didn’t mean “seasoned with lard”, I meant “seasoned with evil-devil-bacon”. I’d think there’d be some protein in it somewhere. ๐Ÿ™‚

    From If it’s on the InterWebNet, it must be true. ๐Ÿ˜€

    “Recent research by Choi and others has shown that the impact of plant purines on gout risk is very different from the impact of animal purines, and that within the animal food family, purines from meat and fish act very differently than purines from dairy. Choi’s work has demonstrated that purines from meat and fish clearly increase our risk of gout, while purines from vegetables fail to change our risk. Dairy foods (which can contain purines) actually appear to lower our risk of gout. In summary, this epidemiological research (on tens of thousands of men and women) makes it clear that all purine-containing foods are not the same, and that plant purines are far safer than meat and fish purines in terms of gout risk.”

  67. Having just researched gout diet/precipitators for gardener, the conclusion I came to was a vegetarian/fruitarian diet high in whole grains, low fat except for good fats like avocado, olive oil was best thing. I gave her the Mayo advice with 2-3 oz. of animal protein, like chicken, turkey per meal and she nearly fainted.

    Dr. Johnson and his gout was my initial introduction to the disease, as Boswell documented. I think he was addicted to oysters?

    While visiting the DuPont homes, one of the owners, builders, had a gout chair and stool and a small room he stayed in and looked out onto his gardens from. Or he went by carriage to view estate.
    I didn’t see any early wheel chair around but no one mentioned any.

    Of course, in historic days everyone drank beer, even children. In fact, we visited my SIL’s grandmother in PA and she was from family of 12 living children, told us they could not afford milk so all children drank beer, once weaned from mother. I do believe her!

    I usually drink a gallon to two gallons of liquid per day, so those stones don’t have much of a chance!

    Love, Jackie

  68. Jackie, The Man In My Life continues his beefiverous existence and hasn’t had a gouty attack since then, seven or eight months ago? And he drinks wine and Scotch like a fish. Beans are his downfall. Note, though, he takes 300 mg of Allopurinol a day.

  69. Drink water, with or without limes/lemon, drink unsweetened iced tea thinned down to stained water with a ton of lemons, drinks Diet Coke. Nothing else, no juices, nada.

    I actually shoot for 240 fluid oz. per day. Instruction from cardiologist was “if you are awake, I want liquid in your hands and you drinking it.” Meaning above choices.

    He told me if necessary to move my office into the bathroom!

    Love, Jackie

  70. Heh, I just read that to my doctor (AKA The Boss Of My Life) , and she glared at me and just said, “No booze before eight o’clock. And I am coming upstairs to inspect your bathroom.” Guess where I am going now? ๐Ÿ˜›

  71. Dad drank almost no EOH, lotsa water, some whole milk [’30s-’40s], didn’t take in many of the no-nos mentioned, but developed a large bladder stone. When the VA hospital took it out [’40?], said it was large as a light bulb. Knowing him, I’d guess a Chr. tree bulb. But removal improved his bad temper some.

    Sardines? I do two cans/wk. of water-packed ‘lightly smoked’ sardines on toast [typically M & F breakfasts], occasional spinach in one form or another, rare other smoked fish, little beef, bacon, or sausage, maybe 3-4 brats a year, occasional eggs, 3-4 good beers a week, qt. of skim milk a day, 2-3 mugs hot tea / day, 2 decaf, occ. real coffee, 7-9 serv. fruit or veggie / day, about 40 g. total fat-all sources, keep a fat log. No known k. or b. stones.

    Glad Jerry saw OF while I was in la-la land.

  72. ok, I need help. Susie, what is “liming”? And anyone else, what is purines? At first I misread it and thought “purina? the pet food?”

    Jimmy, you make me laugh every day- thank you!

  73. Yeah, I meant limping. Stupid autocorrect thought that was right and I didn’t notice till I hit “Submit.” Naturally.

    Purines are nitrogenous compounds found in many organic materials. Purines and pyrimidines make up the two groups of nitrogenous bases, including the two groups of nucleotide bases. Two of the four deoxyribonucleotides and two of the four ribonucleotides, the respective building-blocks of DNA and RNA (adenine and Guanine), are purines.

  74. Stones? The Stones? I like’m. Always have. Speaking of stones I have a problem with stones in the salivary glands. I had to have a gland removed several years ago and I haven’t had too much trouble until this week. Under the chin, both sides are swollen and tender. I hope that I don’t get a total blockage. When that happens you get the worse case of the mumps in seconds and have to wait a few minutes for it to go away.

  75. Just back from great bar-b-que feast with family where mom ate fried catfish, daughter ate brisket, Mike ate a rib and I ate a half order of burnt ends and brought rest home for his lunch. Love those burnt ends, which I believe at this one comes from their prime rib exteriors. Maybe brisket? But big chunks and tender.

    Grandson slept thru it all in his mom’s arms until deserts arrived.
    She said she’d bet $5 he’d wake up for cobbler and ice cream. It was actually the chocolate cream pie with meringue that got him.
    His head popped up like a marionette!

    Mike watching OU play, as in Oklahoma! I am going to order some really good bearded iris deals and go to sleep with cats and a dog.

    Love, Jackie

  76. Sleep well, Jackie. “Burned ends,” eh? Never saw them on the menu anywhere. Must be a house special or maybe restaurant insiders jargon. Anyway, the bar is open so I thought I’d look in on y’all before my laptop gets turned off.

  77. Technically, the term is “burnt ends” and yes, they are often served in some good smoking and bar-b-que joints. Calvin Trillin used to write about them back in the 70’s before we became such joint chasers ourselves. In some they use the ends of ribs with bone in them, which is how I have usually eaten them. Kansas City does a lot of burnt ends up there.

    Anyway, he was a great food writer and the idea of burnt ends intrigued me, so when I got out of Texas I started looking for them. A lot of people (me included) think they are best part of the Q.

    I will see if I can find a link about them and post here.

    Love, Jackie

  78. I hope will take you to an explanation of burnt ends.

    My restaurant tonight (Runts in Muskogee, home of Okie from Muskogee fame) does the best burnt ends I have ever had, they are so tender and delectable I thought they were cutting off parts of prime rib but I guess brisket. I actually don’t much like brisket.

    Burnt ends are considered prime eating, like filet mignon of bar-b-que.

    Love, Jackie

  79. This is a great blog called “The Meatwave” which explains all about burnt ends, Calvin Trillin (food writer for the New Yorker) and the article he wrote back in 1970’s about Arthur Bryant’s burnt ends in KC.

    The Food Network’s Bobby Flay cooked a version of this recipe on FN but photos don’t look all that good on his.

    Since 1970 when I began chasing burnt ends I have eaten them out of pork, pork rib scraps, beef. I love the beef ones like I had tonight but they are all good.

    Any other Q fans out there? Besides Arlo, of course, whose grilling and smoking and barbequing I love. I bet he’s eaten burnt ends, they do them in Alabama and north Mississippi too.

    I am going to bed now!

    Love, Jackie

  80. This is a great blog called “The Meatwave” which explains all about burnt ends, Calvin Trillin (food writer for the New Yorker) and the article he wrote back in 1970’s about Arthur Bryant’s burnt ends in KC.

    The Food Network’s Bobby Flay cooked a version of this recipe on FN but photos don’t look all that good on his.

    Since 1970 when I began chasing burnt ends I have eaten them out of pork, pork rib scraps, beef. I love the beef ones like I had tonight but they are all good.

    Any other Q fans out there? Besides Arlo, of course, whose grilling and smoking and barbequing I love. I bet he’s eaten burnt ends, they do them in Alabama and north Mississippi too.

    I am going to bed now!

    Love, Jackie

  81. This is a great blog called “The Meatwave” which explains all about burnt ends, Calvin Trillin (food writer for the New Yorker) and the article he wrote back in 1970’s about Arthur Bryant’s burnt ends in KC.

    The Food Network’s Bobby Flay cooked a version of this recipe on FN but photos don’t look all that good on his.

    Since 1970 when I began chasing burnt ends I have eaten them out of pork, pork rib scraps, beef. I love the beef ones like I had tonight but they are all good.

    Any other Q fans out there? Besides Arlo, of course, whose grilling and smoking and barbequing I love. I bet he’s eaten burnt ends, they do them in Alabama and north Mississippi too.

    I am going to bed now!

    Love, Jackie

  82. This is a great blog called “The Meatwave” which explains all about burnt ends, Calvin Trillin (food writer for the New Yorker) and the article he wrote back in 1970’s about Arthur Bryant’s burnt ends in KC.

    The Food Network’s Bobby Flay cooked a version of this recipe on FN but photos don’t look all that good on his.

    Since 1970 when I began chasing burnt ends I have eaten them out of pork, pork rib scraps, beef. I love the beef ones like I had tonight but they are all good.

    Any other Q fans out there? Besides Arlo, of course, whose grilling and smoking and barbequing I love. I bet he’s eaten burnt ends, they do them in Alabama and north Mississippi too.

    I am going to bed now!

    Love, Jackie

  83. This is a great blog called “The Meatwave” which explains all about burnt ends, Calvin Trillin (food writer for the New Yorker) and the article he wrote back in 1970’s about Arthur Bryant’s burnt ends in KC.

    The Food Network’s Bobby Flay cooked a version of this recipe on FN but photos don’t look all that good on his.

    Since 1970 when I began chasing burnt ends I have eaten them out of pork, pork rib scraps, beef. I love the beef ones like I had tonight but they are all good.

    Any other Q fans out there? Besides Arlo, of course, whose grilling and smoking and barbequing I love. I bet he’s eaten burnt ends, they do them in Alabama and north Mississippi too.

    I am going to bed now!

    Love, Jackie

  84. This is a great blog called “The Meatwave” which explains all about burnt ends, Calvin Trillin (food writer for the New Yorker) and the article he wrote back in 1970’s about Arthur Bryant’s burnt ends in KC.

    The Food Network’s Bobby Flay cooked a version of this recipe on FN but photos don’t look all that good on his.

    Since 1970 when I began chasing burnt ends I have eaten them out of pork, pork rib scraps, beef. I love the beef ones like I had tonight but they are all good.

    Any other Q fans out there? Besides Arlo, of course, whose grilling and smoking and barbequing I love. I bet he’s eaten burnt ends, they do them in Alabama and north Mississippi too.

    I am going to bed now!

    Love, Jackie

  85. Wow, you are making me hungry! All theoretical as there is none of that stuff around here, and I’ve sworn off red meat anyway, but you sure make it sound delicious!

    Two of my children have had kidney stones, but none in my generation or any previous ones. One of these kids has been a vegetarian for lots of years.
    I’ve never liked spinach all that much, because of the strong oxalic acid flavor — it “sets your teeth on edge” and makes them feel funny. Now I’ve figured out that if I cook it in a whole lot of water, it seems to eliminate that feeling, and is better for good health. I drain off all that water and discard it, and squeeze the leaves as much as possible. I’m glad now that I never ate much spinach over the years.

  86. Dear Jackie Monies, sometimes our computers hate us and are evil. It’s not your fault! And the Web site isn’t broken, I was able to post these … I was typing my spinach advice while your duplicates came up, apparently.

  87. Jackie,

    I love cooking my own smoked brisket. I’m also a fan of burnt ends. Normally, I’m full by the time I get the brisket sliced at home. I eat all the burnt ends while I’m slicing, so there is rarely anything left by the time supper is ready.
    I cook brisket with a dry rub, and normally a mix of oak and mesquite wood smoke. I’m a proponent of “low and slow”, so I smoke at about 200 degrees, for 12-14 hours. I’m not a “true” Texan, because I also like to smoke pork. A pork shoulder smoked with hickory and pecan for about 15 hours is perfect, falling off the bone tender. Smoked ribs are good too, but they take much less time to cook.

  88. Jackie, some kidney stones are caused by calcium too. Mine have been calcium oxalate (think that’s what the urologist said).
    Debbe, I have been on vacation, but might just as well have stayed home. Strained my back carrying 2 suitcases in one hand while descending long steep flight of stairs and holding the rail with the other. Didn’t notice anything wrong till later that night, then walking became very problematic. So had a nice view of my hotel room for the past week (glad I picked a nice place).
    The train ride from Chicago to California was a blast and I would recommend anybody to try it once and see how they like it.
    Sorry to hear your family is having such a run of medical issues Ghost. Here’s hoping they will clear up soon!

  89. This is a great blog called โ€œThe Meatwaveโ€ … Sorry, I’ve been out of the country for a few days and though all blog posts had to start that way. ๐Ÿ™‚

    It has been interesting trying to get around Rome and keep getting the wrong directions. I mean completely wrong. We got off a bus and started to look for the Spanish Steps. A kind older couple saw us and gave us great, concise directions. We started talking as he was from Ohio. When he started mentioning the um/osu rivalry, I told him that I did not care, I went to Purdue. He stuck out his hand and said “Class of 62”. I told him no wonder his directions were so good. The first and last men on the moon were Purdue Alumni

    Of course it was a Purdue man (me) who got lost in the first place…..

  90. Oh Jackie! You’ve done it now! You are going to hear all about barbeque. This joint loves it. Guaranteed topic changer (that and eggs, or food in general…). That said, I had some EXCELLENT smoked pork last night at my friend’s wedding reception. And the au gratin potatoes were fantastic too. Bride and groom did all of the cooking as wedding was in their beautiful back yard and by the time the reception started, it was blue jeans and sweatshirts. (Wedding was immediate family only, reception was the party and low temperatures ensured sweatshirts.)

  91. That was the most spectacular and long lasting eruption. False alarm a few minutes back, but give the geezer a break. It’s almost 150 years old.

  92. Good mrong, Vilagers. I cut Sunday School and am in the choir rehearsal room to get some extra pa=ractice in as I have a solo today,”Under His Wings.” Tried to run this morning and got busted because of my dumb knee and lay back down after I took Neeshka out. “No run today? Okay, Mommy, whatever you say. Have I told you laely how wise and smart and brave you are? Ooh, breakfast. Nomnomnomnomnom.”

  93. Have been over on Wooden Boat Forum putting up information on the various boat designers who will be coming to our little backyard party, got so frustrated with the posting I almost smashed my keyboard. Grandson took the keys off my $100 keyboard and his mom replaced it with a $10 keyboard. I was screaming and threatening to take a hammer to it, she sensibly asked “Would you want him taking apart another $100 one?”

    Funny thing is, the keyboard works fine here! It doesn’t like Wooden Boat!

    About smoking and barbeque, I borrowed a huge smoker about 12 feet long from my cousin, a competition smoker he borrowed from an oil field supplier of his. I dragged it from Louisiana to Oklahoma, chased all the way by people who pulled up alongside or whenever I stopped to ask where I cooked.

    My boating bunch are going to be sorely disappointed this year!

    Love, Jackie

  94. Have been over on Wooden Boat Forum putting up information on the various boat designers who will be coming to our little backyard party, got so frustrated with the posting I almost smashed my keyboard. Grandson took the keys off my $100 keyboard and his mom replaced it with a $10 keyboard. I was screaming and threatening to take a hammer to it, she sensibly asked “Would you want him taking apart another $100 one?”

    Funny thing is, the keyboard works fine here! It doesn’t like Wooden Boat!

    About smoking and barbeque, I borrowed a huge smoker about 12 feet long from my cousin, a competition smoker he borrowed from an oil field supplier of his. I dragged it from Louisiana to Oklahoma, chased all the way by people who pulled up alongside or whenever I stopped to ask where I cooked.

    My boating bunch are going to be sorely disappointed this year!

    Love, Jackie

  95. Jackie, I thought boating was supposed to be relaxing. My only prolonged boating experience was on the barge in Burgundy, so I may have the wrong idea. I won a professional massage once on that trip and that is the most relaxed I have ever been (though parts of it hurt)

  96. Only to those not doing the work! Putting on my four day event single handed is actually a LOT of work. Mike doesn’t do much, even if he doesn’t have lung cancer, he builds boats and sails them, putting on any kind of regatta, boat show or festival, even a laid back one like ours is a ton of work.

    First of all, we don’t really “hire” too much, as we don’t charge anything to come. Some people don’t contribute anything, some do, so it takes a lot of money and DIY to cut costs. Musicians cut costs to us, designers pretty much just get room, board and I try to help with travel expenses. It costs a lot to come from Australia, New Zealand, Canada or even East and West Coasts.

    Years past I catered all the food but this year I just can’t do it and yet I will have to do some it looks like.

    Right now I am working on publicity, which I am WAY behind on due to going out of town for two weeks and car shopping with daughter for another week. I need to get out press releases to local newspapers, t.v. stations. My editor on-line magazine is holding a spot for me.

    I totally LOVE the people who come for this event. They are the greatest people on the earth, like having a 300 member family reunion. That is the reward.

    Just wish I were younger. At 70 my body and mind are going faster and faster! But this keeps me going. It is funny, when we began this 5-6 years ago people on Wooden Boat Magazine’s blog/forum would ask if we had water in Oklahoma?

    Today a boat builder friend from Oregon coast was congratulating us on creating the premier event of its’ kind, “in Oklahoma, of all places!” Actually, it is probably the ONLY event of its’ kind but that is the fun of it.

    So yeah, I work hard to do something for no monetary reward but I am rewarded, no doubt about it.

    Love, Jackie Monies

  97. Good for you, I hope it gives you a boatload (hee! ๐Ÿ˜€ ) of warm fuzzies. Wish I had the moxie to motor up there from our casa to watch the fun, but I don’t. ๐Ÿ™ Long drives alone scare the pee-diddledee out of me. I have to have company,non-dog company, when I drive more than an hour or so or I get a panic attack.

    We had a great brunch in Dallas. I had brie soup and steak tartare and three glasses of champagne, which made for a fairly hilarious drive home

  98. I dunno, I don’t know much about cats, except that one did its level best to make my life miserable when I was a kid. Neeshka, I think, regards me not as furniture but as The All-Seeing Hunter Who Never Fails In Her Hunt. She regards The Boy In My Life as an annoying but sometimes fun pack mate

  99. Didn’t get over 78 all day, time to put the Christmas tree up. …. …. just bought on Amazon Prime A Million Ways to Die in the West, loved it, lush almost Aaron Coplandy musical score and Sarah Silverman as a prostitute, highly recommended

  100. The New Yorker article may have been “about” jokes, but it wasn’t exactly a knee-slapper. And frankly, neither were the referenced jokes. (Perhaps stand-up comedians didn’t have to work very tough rooms back in those days.) I agree with the premise that many “modern” jokes have ancient origins, but that doesn’t necessarily make them funny today…if then.

    “Sarah Silverman as a prostitute”…there probably is a joke in there somewhere, but I’ll pass.

  101. Oh, and the Reuters story above says, “The study was commissioned by (UK) television channel Dave.”

    A TV channel named “Dave”? Now that’s funny. One wonders if it’s locked in a rating race with channel Bob and channel Hermione.

  102. I took a short break from my self-imposed moratorium on television watching a bit earlier, to watch the broadcast (no pun intended) of the 2015 Miss American Competition. Well, the swimsuit portion, anyway. My, my, my. I saw sixteen lovely young ladies (all of whom were almost ridiculously tanned, toned and pneumatic) strutting their stuff in what were definitely not the official “flak jacket” swimsuits I remember from my youth. These were rather skimpy two-piece suits that left them 94.8% naked. (Wait for it…wait for it…I did the math.)

    Believe it or not, this was the first time in many years I’ve watched it. And I understood some years ago that some women’s groups had protested this part of the competition, even back in the flak jacket day. But from what I saw tonight, the current ownership of the contest apparently has not yet gotten the memo on that.

    The Southern states seemed particularly well represented in that part of the contest. Not surprising, as I recall several of my female high school classmates who attended college at a well-known party school and, as best as I could tell, majored in tanning. Or “laying out”, as they called it.

    Jackie, did you say you had gone the beauty pageant route in your younger years? Or in prepping young ladies for them? That still seems to be a growth industry in the South (gowns, hair, makeup, etc.).

  103. Nope, Ghost, I did not do any major beauty contests, never stayed in one place long enough to gain any financial supporters, like my local car dealership. Among my friends who did, that seemed to be the route in the 60’s, being “discovered” while hoeing cotton or twirling your baton at age 13 or 14.

    Anyone see “A Face in the Crowd” with Andy Griffith, a true Southern classic and movie classic. Totally accurate too.

    Seriously, back in the day I had a pack of friends and roommates who did beauty contest/pageants including Miss _____State and Miss America. It was not the production then that it is now, more of a DIY industry of college girls and no fake tanning or plastic surgery.

    One of my classmates played the trumpet on Ed Sullivan, her talent in Miss America. One of my friends, roommates was worried her talent wasn’t unique enough. I told her to take a cow and milk it onstage, she had to get up at home and milk for family.

    I thought about all these girls during “Miss Congeniality”, a movie I happen to like a LOT and is awfully accurate!

    The extent of my beauty events was things like competing for Aggie Queen or in court of this fraternity or that, military courts, so on, very minor stuff. I did, however, wear a lot of evening dresses that had been in Miss Louisiana and Miss America, as my friends would loan them out to me after they were “retired”.

    I saw a photo of me not too long ago in one, size 18 inch waist, for real and borrowed. My upper thigh is bigger than that now!

    Love, Jackie

  104. Forgot, Ghost you probably flew into Monroe, LA airport sometimes and used Fleeman Flying Services. He owned the Miss Louisiana franchise and based it out of Monroe and held contests there. I worked there for awhile as hospitality hostess and office coordinator of services for those flying in, ordered gas, services, taxis, whatever.

    That was 50 years ago and he just died, having had the pageant franchise the entire time! His hostesses were always smiling, good looking and polite! And wanted world peace.

    Love, Jackie

  105. Another thought on manufactured beauty queens, there were coaches and such even back in 60’s but not like now, when the kids begin at birth and in diapers! It is big business now.

    In my teens and college years, no artificial anything, you were on your own assets even hair, no hair pieces, no padded bras or swimsuits, top or bottom was your own, tan was yours, nothing that squeezed you larger or smaller.

    Funny thing I remember is girls not being pneumatic as I honestly was usually 34-36 on top, 18-20 in middle and 32-34 bottom. That was about standard “accepted sizes” for evening dresses, swim suits and why we fitted each others’ clothes. That was what airlines wanted for stewardesses and a company wanted to sit at a front desk.

    Standard issue! People like the Kardasians would be considered freaks in 50’s-70’s I think? I was a tad short for beauty queen route at 5 foot 2 inch but still fitted body shape.

    Anyone else remember even Hollywood’s version of women from that period?

    Love, Jackie Monies

  106. Caught a few trips to Monroe, Jackie, but they would have been a while after you were there. But I do remember the very nice hostesses. I also remember a period of time when I made weekly flights into Mobile Downtown (the former Brookely AFB), where the FBO’s “line girls” would drive out to the parking area in a van and pick me up. Cute little things they were, especially in their hot pants and go-go boots. (Nothing says professional aviation like hot pants and go-go boots!) I usually got there about lunch time, and they would drive me over to a restaurant where it was the day a ladies’ boutique would be having some local models put on a fashion show…sometimes of lingerie. Pay for that job wasn’t so great, but it did have some benefits. ๐Ÿ™‚

    My BIL is healing but still not able to drive yet. Five treatments for my Mom this week, plus she has one other doctor’s appointment. Gonna be a busy one.

    Debbe ๐Ÿ˜‰ I’ve linked this to you before, but it’s a good one and always reminds me of you. Have a good week, hon.

  107. Nope, Lily, didn’t notice that was slide show until I just went back and looked. Yeah, the orgy one was good. (‘Course, what would be bad about an orgy? ๐Ÿ˜‰ ) And an orgy cartoon in a Sunday School class? You’re braver than I am, Munchkin. ๐Ÿ™‚

  108. Read a funny joke on Chateau Petrus, one of world’s most expensive and smallest supply of wine. Waiter was told to go get a cheap wine out of cellar and pick one with a short name, as they were usually of lessor quality and cheaper.

    He brought a bottle of Petrus out to guest, who drank it, was asked if it was suitable? He said sure, bring another, it was drinkable.

    You’d only find this funny if you were in wine and knew1) waiter was ignorant 2) Guest was even more so!

    That bottles of Chateau Petrus we drank in the 70’s are now worth thousands of dollars and I wish we hadn’t drank them!

    But it is often done, switching to cheaper wine when their taste is all ruined anyway due to being drunk.

    Often, the maรฎtre D or the wine sommelier would drink the good stuff and pour something else after awhile.

    I thought that was funniest joke, Lily, out of series.

    Love, Jackie

  109. Okay, I am glad that when the”girls” were wearing hot pants and go-go boots, I was in the Quarter playing my guitar for spare change. Autumn Mist was my name. Not really, but a girl deserves a fantasy life. ๐Ÿ˜›

  110. emb, when I was 18 and in the Navy, Dave’s not here was pretty funny. Although I was not into that lifestyle, Cheech and Chong were different enough to give me a lot of laughs. My appreciation for “modern” standup has pretty much evaporated, except for the guys on the Blue Collar Comedy Tour.

    goodnight all. As Lilyblack would say, “sh-sh-sh”.

  111. Jackie, most of the young ladies in knew in HS and college seemed to be about five two, and I believe I mentioned that the majority of the women I’ve dated over the years have been five two to five four in height. (Don’t feel bad, Jean dear…one of my favorites was six feet tall.) And the majority of them I do not remember as being particularly busty. Perhaps that’s why I really don’t fine the “obviously enhanced” look attractive.

    One of my lady friends and I used to have a routine when we saw an obviously enhanced female…I’d ask, “Do you think those are real?” and she would say, “No, but I’ll bet they were real expensive.”

  112. Biloxi, Mississippi. Fiesta at the Fiesta. Go-go girls in cages. Wearing go-go boots and hot pants. Band playing “Devil with the Blue Dress On.” Sexy bartender and older male customer (intoxicated) going through an obviously regular routine as she served him a drink. He: (with a leer) “Would you?” She: (with a smile) “Could you?”

    [Sorry; a little flash back there.]

  113. Lily, in the 70’s and late 60’s I often wore bell bottom hip huggers and cropped tops that left your stomach and abdomen exposed.
    I had a friend in Weight Watchers who was trying to get small enough to wear something like that.

    When someone cautioned her against losing too much weight, it might kill her she replied “Yes, but aren’t I going to look lovely there in my coffin wearing those purple hip huggers and halter top?”

    You were probably wearing something like that.

    And yes, Ghost, I was a devoted member of Weight Watchers, knew Jean Neiditch and almost bought the franchise for Mississippi, which had no owner at the time, what with Weight Watchers being in their infancy. Talk about lost opportunity!

    We also almost bought a Weight Watchers restaurant franchise to open an approved restaurant, another early WW idea, but Mike and I decided people talked diet and ate fat! So, I got to meet the early WW chef and FB director way back then. It was HARD to do WW in 60-70 period because of the no carbs from breads, no frying stuff, all the substituting required and Mike decided it was just too hard to maintain the “legal” menu.

    Those very large Hawaiian ladies did not want to give up their poi and Spam and could not understand what a 5’2″ haole who weighed 103 # was doing at WW anyway?

    Love, Jackie

  114. Jackie, I once saw a WW map that shows a franchise area of something like “Greater Mississippi, Southern Alabama and Northwest Florida”. Just think. Someone is probably pulling down some serious coin.

    My training flight in the AF was about half native Hawaiians. Crazy bunch of dudes but a lot of fun to be around.

  115. Talk about flashbacks, we are having them! Remember the Southwest Airline stews in the hot pants and white go-go boots?

    I never owned white boots but did wear some leather ones as I recall and some dresses so short they look like shirts nowadays, barely cleared our tail feathers.

    How about Nancy Sinatra and “These Boots Are Made For Walking”? Mike got to serve her and dad, Frank, and entire family as they’d take a floor at Kahala Hilton for family time.

    Or Goldie Hawn on Laugh in?

    Bet Lily would wear those dirty ripped up jeans, crocheted vests and hippie blouses, bare feet and long stringy hair with a cigar box for the change tourists tossed (if they did at all, tourists not being too generous to hippies) Then police would tell her to get off the curb and move on!

    Love, Jackie

  116. I was asking myself when I typed that if the franchise hadn’t included Alabama as well but couldn’t honestly remember. As I recall it was going to cost me something like $20,000 and I cannot believe I did not do that! Think of how rich and thin I would be now!

    But in that time, that was a lot of money, which I had but wasn’t seeing what WW would become today. I got pregnant (that was from being skinny) and took a transfer back to Mainland and a promotion with government, thought we needed to be near the grandparents.

    Funny, we didn’t see what Disney World would become, so turned that one down and WW phenomena and turned it down. Youth is often wrong, remember that mantra Lilyblack!

    Love, Jackie

  117. Jackie, today a 5’2″ female would have to weigh at least 115 pounds to even join WW, due, I’m sure, to concerns about individuals with eating disorders.

    Don’t feel too bad. Back in the 60’s, before I knew him, a former boss of mine had a chance to buy the KFC franchise for his area. He was a great business man, but he blew that one…he decided it would never be successful, because when people in the South wanted fried chicken, they just fixed it at home…of course. Last I heard, the man who got the franchise now owns about 20 stores in three states, and has airplanes, condos, a million-dollar motor home, etc.

  118. Talk about youth, just read today’s A and J, for Monday. Mary Lou is off on the bistro. I used to have a favorite saying when I did stage shows for florists, over 250 before I quit counting! It was being a “little florist” or part time florist was like being a little bit pregnant. You were going to have to carry the baby to full term and things were going to be the same, there was no such thing as what Mary Lou thinks can happen!

    Love, Jackie

  119. Not saying I was without eating disorders as a young person, Ghost. When I was really young I mostly lived on Cokes, which were NOT diet then, and almost no food. Ditto in college, Cokes, cigarettes and almost no food. Gave my meal tickets away to some fortunate male friend and never ate in cafeterias.

    I probably ate better with WW then I did on my own, I joined in New Orleans before my weight got down again. I married Mike at about 110 lbs. at most and size 6=ish, then blew up like an inflatable raft when I began to cook and eat!

    Bleeding ulcers got me skinny, skinny again, but before that I had lost weight thru serious medical dieting and exercise daily at gym.

    Lilyblack, I understand your eating and exercising girl! Been there, done that too!

    Love, Jackie

  120. Jackie, your mention of floral stage shows reminded me of once years ago when the friend I mentioned with a hair care products distribution business put on a big stage show, featuring some big name stylist he had flown in from Dallas. I worked door security (in a tux no less) and spent the whole day on my feet, for no pay.

    But I did get to meet and spend most of the day with all the cute little hair models that had been recruited for the stylist to use on stage. As I said, some jobs don’t pay well but have other benefits. ๐Ÿ˜‰

  121. Glamour life, fly-drive into some city, ride in a delivery van to wholesaler, work for 72 hours straight creating fantasy floral designs that about 6 people in audience could do. Change in a bathroom to go on stage looking “dressed” and hope deodorant works. Do same thing next weekend, eight hours often onstage, all day shows.

    Unless it was in a hotel or a big wedding show, pretty much same glamour except working in a big conference room of flowers to get a stage show done in too little time.

    I did do hair show modeling a little in college, recruited by my hairdresser/designer who was a show designer himself. My current hair dresser in our tiny town here worked for such a big company down in Florida and traveled doing shows. She burned out really fast and works out of tiny shop alone but she is still fast, fast, fast and I know she isn’t kidding about what she used to do.

    Love, Jackie (who has read all the comics for Monday and is heading to bed again)

  122. Thanks to modern technology, I was able to “see” Pope Francis deliver his Sunday address at Sr. Peter’s Square. I brought a decent camera to Rome and I was able to use the zoom feature. The Mass inside was in Italian, but we were able to kind of follow along due to the universal nature of it. At the sign of Peace, I was able to shake hands with 3-4 nationalities

  123. Good morning Villagers….

    Steve, I’m excited for you and yours. To be in a throng of so many people with a common love for their Savior. Also, I went back and double checked your link of your sister’s artwork…eggcellent job done! Stay safe.

    Good morning GR ๐Ÿ˜‰ thanks for the link….Bonnie also does a good re-endition of Winwood’s “Can’t find my way home” There’s a link to that song on that link you posted. Forward to three minutes, that’s where it gets good. The first three minutes are comprised of tuning and chatting.

    AND I do remember Dave! And Sister Mary Elephant. And so on….. Common joke around the chicken houses is that the soon to be ex-son-in-law’s name is Dave (I’ve known that young man since he was a child) Any hoo, The Boss would phone in and ask if I’ve seen Dave….and you guessed it “Dave’s not here.”

    Had some loose hens running around at the end of one the aisles…where there’s a big opening down into the pit. Two cage doors were left open. Counted the one left in the cage and the ones running loose made four hens (there’s 5 in a cage)…leaned over and peered down into the pit and there lay a hen, drowned in chicken poop….I don’t like loosing hens that way. But much to my surprise, one of the ‘hens’ I grabbed was Mr. Rooster….I knew he was somewhere back in the back as I could hear him crowing. Now he is happily on the top tier…where I can keep an eye on him.

    Mark…sorry to hear your vacation didn’t turn out as well as you wanted, but I hope room service was good.

    Today’s grin…..and I’ve done this too….

    Ya’ll have a blessed day…and GR, don’t spread yourself too thin this week…..keep us posted on your mom’s well being and BIL.

    Indy Mindy….I have a throw blanket just like that ๐Ÿ™‚ With the cooler weather now, the cats have to get on my lap on top of my blanket…..

  124. New Yorker orgy cartoon in Sun. school? Why not? I once used a beer bottle to illustrate a point in a sermon. When I showed it, I said [approx.], “Most of you will forget what I said today, but will remember that I brought a beer bottle to church.” They still let me attend, and do stuff, even help serve communion.

    As you might figure, I cannot now remember what sermon that was, but may be able to find it and report back.

  125. I found it. Sermon was the Sun. before Labor Day, 2001, and the sermon was on work, incl. James 2:18, a favorite verse of mine. One paragraph of a 15-18 min. sermon:

    “The [UMC] Social principles also hold that consumption of goods and services should be restrained, and should involve minimal damage to the environment. That last raises some difficult issues. Sometimes protecting the environment may mean the loss of jobs, or so it is claimed. (Often, it turns out that creative measures incorporated into environmental protection can avoid job loss, or even create jobs.) Here is an example, a non-returnable beverage bottle. (Often one hears that a sermon was good, but people cannot remember what was said. They will remember, however, that he brought a beer bottle to church.) This bottle’s glass is too thin to stand the jostling that would occur if it were repeatedly refilled. Nonetheless, there is a deposit on it in some states. Its label says, “CT-ME-VT-DE-MA-NY-IA 5 cents, MI 10 cents REF; CA cash refund.” (I presume California’s law has a variable clause built-in to cover inflation.) Such laws are designed to prevent littering with throw-aways, and they work; there is less roadside littering of beverage containers in these states. They also encourage recycling of the glass; you can melt these down to make more brown bottles. But that’s only 9 states out of 50. How come MN is not there? Every attempt to get such a law through the MN legislature has been defeated because of fear of loss of jobs.”

    They liked it. None of us knew what was going to happen in lower Manhattan, D.C., and PA several days later.

  126. One of my favorite sermons, which I wish I still had, was delivered by a favorite professor, a Unitarian. “John Donne and the Flea”. He gave me a copy, I still remember it and him but not HIS name!

    He said I was a born Unitarian.

    Love, Jackie

  127. Good morning, Villagers. Jackie, well, that explains a lot. I was of course, speaking on John 2:10: ” Every man at the beginning doth set forth good wine; and when men have well drunk, then that which is worse: but thou hast kept the good wine until now.”

    Had a great run this morning. I could get used to this weather, but I know it’s gonna change, thei is Texas, after all.

  128. Like Lily, I became an Episcopalian, not an easy thing to accomplish. You have to take classes and study, unlike some religions that are easy to convert to.

    Once during a fund raiser we were raising money for the building fund and it began to rain. We moved the event into the sanctuary which was only place that would hold crowd. After a few minutes of thoughtful prayer, priest decided we could serve the donated wine there as well. We raised record amounts for the church, so we had the bottles AND the beverage in church!

    Shouldn’t have been surprised but saw lots and lots of Anglican churches on trip to east coast last month. I prefer Anglican services or “high church” and would have loved to have visited some of them.

    Love, Jackie

  129. Ghost, don’t worry, I understand. ๐Ÿ™‚ When I was in high school and taller than the captain of the basketball team I realized that even if a boy did get up the courage to ask me out (which did not happen) I would most likely have said no because I preferred intelligent men even then, and not a boy who could only discuss the football game. College was better. At least the guys wanted to be there and learn something. Some of them still had the problem of being a bit afraid to ask The Amazon to a movie, though.

  130. Jackie: We are very “High and Holy”. We caused a scandal in our town by having a “Bloody Mary Contest” in the Fellowship Hall one New Year’s day. You should have heard some of the comments!

  131. Jackie: We are very “High and Holy”. We caused a scandal in our town by having a “Bloody Mary Contest” in the Fellowship Hall one New Year’s day. You should have heard some of the comments!

  132. Jackie, I didn’t realize it was so difficult to be an Episcopalian. Then again, my mom’s family switched from Methodist to Episcopalian long before I was born, so I was born and raised there. While I do love the pageantry, I think the Baptists have better hymns. They’re easier to sing.

  133. “John Donne, Anne Donne, Undone.” At times, I’ve been able to identify with old John.

    A HS girlfriend’s Episcopal priest was once seen by a young parishioner at the market with a cart full of beer and was for evermore known to the kids in the parish as “Father Suds”.

  134. Their loss, Jean.

    Come to think of it, I got really buzzed one time attending a Madrigal Feast at the local Episcopal church, on their version of whatever medieval drink they served with the meal. Wassail!

  135. Jean, raised by Southern Baptist grandmother, I would agree on the hymns. I can still remember the words and tune to most of them. Cannot say same for Episcopal hymns which are difficult to say the least.

    Early pioneer churches had few if any hymnals, so words and melody were simple. A song master stood at front of church and led congregation, singing a line or stanza, then he’d wave arm and congregation would repeat what he’d sung.

    This was called “lining” and was done for lack of hymnals, organs, inability of congregation to read words, much less music! It was still being done that way when I was young.

    Granny could read music and words, played a pump organ for the services held in our farm house. By the time I was kid we had some hymnals for church also, a couple for our home services.

    My husband says that Episcopalians are not an evangelical bunch and hence a diminishing faith unfortunately. Too learned and stuffy possibly? Although I like the pageantry personally and love Catholic services in cathedrals with all the beauty around honoring God.

    Love, Jackie

  136. Oh, Jackie! My waist is 24″.

    Some Episcopal Churches are declining, true. Ours isn’t. That is why we work so hard at welcoming visitors and making them feel welcome. One of the few things I regret about being in the choir is that I can’t welcome people and invite them to sit with me and mine.

  137. I know the 50’s and 60’s were worshipping hour glass bodies, but ours were “normal” proportions, Read about Kim Kardasian wearing special corset to train her waist to be 20 inches, along with those bulbous breasts and butt!

    If you look at Marilyn Monroe, she was thin and did not have large breasts or hips. Few celebrities looked like they had been overly fed! You also didn’t see fat celebrities.

    When I say there was a standardized size for women of my period, I mean it. I used to buy most of my clothes from the trunk sample sales of salesmen who called on women’s departments. They were all uniform sizes to fit models who did the shows to sell dresses/whatever to the buyers. At end of selling season for wholesale, they dumped samples.

    Lily mentioned getting to do this kind of sample modeling, so I assume the samples are still all one size.

    I am off to buy a clothes dryer, laundry piles are at critical stage.

    Love, Jackie

  138. Booze:

    UMC Book of Discipline recommends abstinence for all, and particularly enjoins clergy from drinking. I know some laity that abstain, and at least three pastors, one recently deceased [who never drank, since his ordination at least] and another 2 in recovery, sober for 2-3 decades. A lot of others I don’t know which, but do know several who drink in moderation [no relation to being in moderation in this blog].

    That wasn’t a bad OF blow, but wind often blew twd. camera, obscuring the jet. Time to go work out.

    Peace, emb

  139. A friend, who was raised Baptist, once told me that when he attended a Methodist church with a friend, nearly choked during Communion because the friend had not warned him that real wine would be served for the Rite. Poor boy was used to Welch’s grape juice. ๐Ÿ™‚

  140. Happy Birthday, sideburns! ๐Ÿ˜€

    Quote of the day, from the “Buffy the Vampire Slayer” episode ‘Pangs.’:

    Buffy: But even though it’s hard, we have to end this. Yes, he’s been wronged, and I personally would be ready to apologize, but I…
    Spike: Oh, someone put a stake in me.
    Xander: You got a lot of volunteers in here.
    Spike: I just can’t take all this mamby-pamby boo-hooing about the bloody Indians.
    Willow: Uh, the preferred term is…
    Spike: You won. All right? You came in and you killed them and you took their land. That’s what conquering nations do. It’s what Caesar did, and he’s not goin’ around saying, “I came, I conquered, I felt really bad about it.” The history of the world is not people making friends. You had better weapons, and you massacred them. End of story.

  141. Lilyb – We Lutherans are also OK with alcohol, in moderation, naturally. At Communion, provision is made for those to whom alcohol is a risk by having some non-alcoholic “wine” available. In one church familiar to me, the non-alcoholic looks more like a white wine, while the regular is usually red.

    I must admit it has been a while since my waist has measured only 24″ or I weighed only 115 lbs.!! No doubt my acquaintances appreciate my non-usage of hot pants & white boots, lest their minds’ eyes be permanently maimed.

  142. Our UMC serves only grape juice, but does have gluten-free bread handy. At least one ELCA church has both juice [purple] and wine [‘white’] available. Considerate of them.

  143. c x-p was posting while I was writing.

    In that sermon paragraph above, there should be a capital P: “The [UMC] Social Principles also hold . . .” Like the Book of Discipline, the S.P. is an official document of the UMC, subj. to possible revision every 4 yr. at General Conference. Not sure if a simple majority is enough to revise either one. At both General Conf. and the many geographic Annual Conferences, it’s about half laity and half clergy. Guess which averages more conservative?

  144. emb, I don’t have to guess. Just from my interactions with my spiritual leaders, I know they are much more liberal than our congregation. Our Vicar has sat me down many a time to lecture me on tolerance and the need to pray for our enemies. The last time he did that, I concluded with, “Okay, I’ll pray for them, but I don’t like them.” He smiled at me cherubically and said, “That is not required.”

  145. Happy birthday Sideburns! Sixty-five is not old yet, keep on rocking and laughing. Look at the Stones! Rolling, not kidney!

    Found a great deal on a gas dryer, sample sitting on floor, nice middle aged lady whipped me over, pulled off tag, wrote it up, sold it to me, delivering free Saturday, all in about 5 minutes. All buying experiences should be like that.

    I was so happy I took the money I saved by NOT buying it from Sears, who blew me off, that I went out and spent it on hostas and shrubs and White Swan rudbeckias. Then realized I could have bought another $100 worth and still not be at Sears’ price, so I may go back.

    Love, Jackie

  146. Lily: Good man.* Just because you are supposed to love them doesn’t mean you have to like them, or not defend yourself and others against them. Each [or at least some] of the duped 9/11 terrorists believed 32 [?] virgins awaited him in Heaven, I think. But they were misled, perhaps by others who also believed that. Besides, what’s preferable about inexperienced virgins? Wife and I both improved with time. I digress.

    *You have my permission to show him this, and also the sermon extract above.

  147. emb: Yes, I know he is a good man. That is what is so provoking about him. He is always rebuking me for lack of Charity when he catches me making fun of other churches. He likes to come up behind me when I am talking to a laughing group to check out what I am saying. Last time, he caught me quoting the old saw about Unitarians believing in the Fatherhood of God, the Brotherhood of Man, and the Neighborhood of Boston. I am a bad girl. ๐Ÿ™

  148. Who is watching PBS and the Ken Burns special on the Roosevelt’s? Mike is recording it for me and watching it now. I am going to put clean sheets on my bed and go get attacked by kissing cats and kissing dog.

    Forgot to mention I got all my perennial plants, hostas, shrubs today at 75% or more off, something I totally LOVE to do. I once said I wished I could just call a landscaper and have a truck deliver it all at once. Mike said it was the thrill of the kill that turned me on and if I could afford it, I’d still do it the way I do.

    He’s right of course. I have NEVER gotten over the hosta rustlers who dug up all my huge hostas and stole them, so I bought flats and flats of hostas today and we will have hosta beds again.

    One of my gardening friends, from Kansas, asked who in the world would rustle a hosta? He said didn’t they have friends who needed their hosta beds divided?

    Good night, early!


  149. Sideburns: Happy birthday.

    c x-p: Congratulations. It’s quite a sight, and made more awesome when we know what’s going on downstairs, and what the Yellowstone caldera has done in the past.

    Lily: “the old saw about Unitarians believing in the Fatherhood of God, the Brotherhood of Man, and the Neighborhood of Boston” is a hoot. I’ve sent it to my blind-copy theologs group.

  150. Jackie, I have been watching the Roosevelt’s documentary (so far). It is very interesting and a little sad to hear about some of the disfunction and trouble in their families. Ken Burns makes history come alive, and I really enjoy seeing the photos and film clips. I have learned a lot that I’d not heard before.

  151. Didn’t go to bed, went in and watched Ken Burns’ special, of course. I had never realized most of this stuff, Teddy Roosevelt was more brilliant that I’d ever given him credit for. The bombastic personality probably overwhelmed the reality?

    Sad people I thought and I expect it will become sadder.

    Love, Jackie

  152. We have read extensively about all of the Roosevelts. Trust me. They’re hitting the highlights and downplaying the lowlights. These are our idols of course. It seems we have a large waterspout moving onshore. They like the flatlands so I think that I’m good.

  153. I have read “Mornings on Horseback”. “The Rise Of Theodore Roosevelt,” “Theodore Rex,”
    “Eleanor and Franklin”, “Roosevelt and Hopkins”, “Hitler Vs. Roosevelt,” “Mr. Roosevelt’s Navy,” and “Roosevelt’s Lieutenants.” YOu will excuse me if I don’t watch Ultraliberal Ken Burns’ take. ๐Ÿ˜› May the fleas of a thousand camels, etc

  154. How did I spend by birthday? Not doing much of anything, which is just what I expected. At least there weren’t any medical issues or other nasty surprises, and that’s about as good as it gets sometimes.

  155. The excitement of going to look for more distressed plants was too overwhelming and I woke up early. That and cat that kept insisting on looking out window and rattling the wooden slats on shades so violently I kept thinking someone was breaking in!

    Stone mason just waved at me thru window. There is hope of seeing his “retirement project” completed out there so I am buying plants and planning replacement garden for all the stomped plants.

    Truthfully I am excited about idea of front yard which is going to turn into a wildflower and perennial solid mass of plants, no grass except all those ornamental clumps from 6 ft. to a foot high! Then when the neighbor’s weeds move in they will blend well.

    I got shipment of wildflower seeds to plant in mail yesterday. You plant in fall for the spring, so he has to move out!

    Indeed, I am worse than Janice on plants, seeds and gardening, but no Arlo to help out. I love that he goes to garden centers with her, gets out in yard and helps her.

    Love, Jackie Monies

  156. Just read today’s current A and J. Forgot to look at Dark Side to see what Ghost said. Poor Gene, Mary Lou is me 35 years ago!

    I ended up going into sales, of course, for a third or fourth career.

    Love, Jackie

  157. Debbe ๐Ÿ˜‰ Perhaps I’ll try bourbon on corn flakes for my birthday.

    Good morning, Jackie. Just don’t let it turn into “The Yard That Ate the House”.

    If you’re interested in TR, you should read โ€œIsland of Vice: Theodore Rooseveltโ€™s Doomed Quest to Clean Up Sin-Loving New Yorkโ€ by Richard Zacks. Also if you’re interested in knowing how NYC got to be the way it is. (And why Tom Selleck’s NYPD Commissioner has the picture of TR on his office wall.)

  158. Just looked at fall veggie garden, there are baby squash all over the squash plants, flowers on green beans on trellis’ and greens like mustard and turnips ready to cut and cook.

    There are also big holes where we need to replant!

    You have to remember, this is a four section lot, which means four lots all together, so there is fair amount of land. Although I have been decking and covering the grass pretty seriously! And the stone mason guys have been pretty assiduous in killing the plants!

    Love, JaCKIE

  159. Good morning, Villagers! Jackie, we are on an acre lot, but our (my!) garden is a lot smaller. The rest is St. Augustine and the yard man’s responsibility. We have flower beds around the house, mainly the rose garden on the south (hot!) side. One of my favorite things to do to The Man In My Life when he is out there pruning or spraying is to walk up with my hands on my hips in my best Maureen O’Hara Irish voice and say, “Never a potato or a turnip!” I get glared at usually, which is good for a giggle but sometimes I am set to weeding for “cheek”.

  160. About St. Augustine, doesn’t grow well north of Dallas, doesn’t grow way up here (another zone higher) at all. Houston, Dallas and south cannot live without St. Augustine in their perfect yards.

    I met a sweet older lady in a garden center here who lived in one of Houston’s oldest and most exclusive neighborhoods on a couple of acres. She wistfully commented that her husband kept talking of retiring and returning home to our area of OK. She said she’d waver about it until she remembered Bermuda grass and the total lack of yardmen and landscape crews.

    Only Tulsa really has any semblance of that civilization.

    Love, Jackie

  161. Thought about that for about 5 seconds while typing it, that some would think it was like burying St. Joseph upside down in your yard to sell your house.

    Maybe that is the answer for the fungus that plagues the grass down in Florida, bury a statue of St. Augustine upside down under the turf to get him to cure the grass!

    Heck, I just want to kill all the Bermuda, etc. in yard and install rocks like they do out in El Paso and New Mexico, Arizona! But I know no matter what I do the neighbors’ will contribute poison oak, poison ivy, Johnson grass and a host of thousands of weeds due to wind, birds, washing rain flow, etc. I had a grass spraying company turn down doing my yard because they said I’d blame them!

    Probably would, too.

    Love, Jackie

  162. I remember reading a bit about a lady who was trying to sell her home. She bought a St. Joseph to help, but kept getting varying accounts of how to place it. She tried all of them to no avail. She finally got annoyed and chucked it. Two weeks later, she read in the paper the local landfill sold.

  163. That is funny! Daughter buried St. Joseph, house took forever to sell, she moved, didn’t unbury St. Joseph, had to go back and sneak into yard and unbury him, clean him up.

    Idea seems to stem from superstitions about “torturing” or “punishing” Saints to make them grant your appeal. Never having done so, I have no idea but you can even buy St. Joseph “Sell Your House Kits” on line shopping sites.

    Love, Jackie

  164. Was anyone else as amused as I by Gene’s “deer in the headlights” expression in today’s (3-16-14) cartoon? I can think of a couple of reasons why he might look that way. Anyone else have a thought on that?

  165. Good morning Villagers…..

    Sideburns….you don’t, I was being facetious (there’s ya a $50 word for the day ๐Ÿ™‚ ). I thank you for serving our country and I am glad the government has instituted the VA to take care of our veterans. It beats the alternative….which I am still toying with, Obamacare!

    My husband is disabled and draws Medicare, but he does not qualify for any Medicare supplements until he reaches 65. He qualified for disability benefits immediately without any hearing. Yesterday, he went to see a bone specialist, had X-rays taken, and they found two dark spots on his hips. He is now scheduled for an MRI…..we have to pay the remaining 20 percent. That hurts when one is also on a limited income.

    Enough of that……

    TR….you nailed it, couldn’t have said it better.

    Read the comments this am over on Dark Side, and GR got them started. one is saying the third panel (which shows a bird flying) may signify a stork….gosh, what kind of coffee do they drink?

    GR ๐Ÿ˜‰ I don’t think bourbon on Cheerios would be tasteful, in more ways than one. But now Kahlua is a different story…and that’s a story from some 40 years ago. Man, those were the days.

    Jackie…you have to figure out how to post pics when your flora fauna is completed. I love wildflowers, and you belong among the wildflowers (yeah, I know, there’s a song there ๐Ÿ™‚ ).


  166. Debbe, I also am disabled and on SSDI because of my weird heart arrhythmia. In my state I have the option, which I chose, of selecting a Medicare advantage plan. It is better than most traditional Part B plans; it limits the out-of-pocket expenses with a lower deductible and reasonable co-pays. This year the premiums for it are withheld from my SSDI before I ever see it and are costing me just $109 each month.

  167. Sandcastler, “The Rendevous” was also a club we used to go to when I was in college but it was set up as a supper club and night club for the more affluent citizens of Monroe, LA, not college kids.

    Something’s never change! Trite names for southern towns’ locals, I guess. Fifty years later.

    Blue Heron or something like that is more creative.

    Love, Jackie

  168. For last six years, Mike has been wanting to build another larger boat but one to take down Mississippi, in Intracoastal Waterway, into Great Lakes, that kind of boat, not to cross the oceans. We have a friend in New Zealand who has been working on it during this time but boat has changed.

    First reiteration of boat was called The Rendezvous, a name I totally hated! Liked boat, hated name. Current rendition is a smaller power cruiser, not a sail boat, and named “Footloose” for the movie and song and hopefully won’t take as long to get built.
    All the materials are in our boat shop already, just waiting for plans.

    Designers usually name boat plans same way people pick restaurant names, to appeal to theme, or to help sell the boat.

    My friend has dozens of boats that sell all over world, Navigator, Pathfinder, but he has one I thought was a naming mistake: “Sweet Pea”, a good design but doesn’t sell well. (Mike likes it and wanted to build one for himself, did build one for a friend) I wrote friend and told him a boat named for a flower would not appeal to Americans much and he would be better to rename it something more

    Turned out boat was named for “Sweet Pea” the cartoon character baby in Popeye, the Sailor Man. My friend said that the baby was always so fast, he’d crawl off faster than anyone could catch him.

    Anyway, a good name can sell a restaurant, a boat or any other business. Somehow managed to weave all that together, stayed on topic, as Ghost would say.

    Love, Jackie

  169. Debbe ๐Ÿ˜‰ Well, perhaps Southern Comfort on my corn flakes in place of regular bourbon. And I’ll bet your Kahlua-from-long-ago story would compare with some of my tales. ๐Ÿ™‚ (The link below is to an animated picture–you may have to wait a moment for it to start animating.)

    If the bistro is to be anywhere near the Redneck Rivera, I still like “Le Cafรฉ de Cou Rouge”.

    I usually just do a “drive-by” post on The Dark Side late at night and never bother to go back and look during the day. (Although I did a couple of days ago, for some reason, and commented again about what I think may be the basis of ML’s current behavior, because some there seemed to piling on her, and I like her.) But yes, many over there seem to try to put much too fine a point on elements of the story line. Others seem incapable of letting go of their pet theories, no matter how thoroughly overtaken by events they may become. And a few seem to be following an entirely different cartoon than the rest of us.

    But I think what that may demonstrate as much as anything is Jimmy’s genius for crafting an illustrated story that captures and holds the attention of such a wide variety of people. Including mine.

  170. Good, no make that great, analysis, Ghost! I never read them until about lunch after I get up, if at all, so I get full effect!

    I have decided Jimmy is genius in his art and story telling and has been for a long time. Look at the retro one up here for awhile— look at the various perspective of character, poses, the leg over couch. No talking heads here.

    Did anyone else notice that in last “new” strip the couch was longer, perspective had changed in distance Arlo and Janis were sitting apart?

    Love, Jackie

  171. Good afternoon, Villagers. I have been a busy Susie, we had overnight housepests and this woman seems to think I am a personal valet/maid for her.
    Ghost, there is a persistent element of The Dark Side that keeps insisting that Mary Lou is pregnant! Or might get pregnant! Those were the ones that mistook the heron for a stork. They have been doing that since the strip when Gene talked about “food for five,” even though it was obvious to most sane people that it was a poke at Arlo’s appetite.

  172. Wondered about you Suzie Did she thank you or offer a tip? I always accept tips, comments, say I will report it to the boss if they will give me their card? Or hand them a card and say please call this person here!

    Strange thing, coming back from grocery just now I saw a flock of around 20 birds soaring and circling over the lake, looked just like JJ’s bird, huge wing spans, white bodies with black under wings, tops of wings seemed white. No flapping of wings.

    We are on pelican migration routes and sometimes you see big flocks floating on lake. We get gull migrations, geese, ducks but these were huge birds and looked more like herons to me?

    I was in truck and almost ran off road!

    Love, Jackie

  173. Lily, I meant that under MOST circumstances I was the boss, so I handed them my own card and told them to call that number! Then if they did, I talked to them about whatever complaint they had about my “employee”, knowing I had already heard it!

    When people offered cash, I took it and said “Thank you”, never mind saying “No thank you, I’m the owner.” That is false pride.

    Love, Jackie

  174. Lily, I meant that under MOST circumstances I was the boss, so I handed them my own card and told them to call that number! Then if they did, I talked to them about whatever complaint they had about my “employee”, knowing I had already heard it!

    When people offered cash, I took it and said “Thank you”, never mind saying “No thank you, I’m the owner.” That is false pride.

    Love, Jackie

  175. Jackie: ‘flock of around 20 birds soaring and circling over the lake, looked just like JJโ€™s bird, huge wing spans, white bodies with black under wings, tops of wings seemed white. No flapping of wings. . . . in truck and almost ran off road.’

    Both white pelicans and whooping cranes can fly like that, if the thermals are right, but both have some black atop wings. Sounds like this was a brief [almost not brief enough] observation, and that you missed black atop wings. It’s easy to do that / short glimpses. I have the same problem, bird-watching while driving.

  176. Long, drawn out overture, but a decent eruption.

    Great Blue and Great White herons are considered the same species, the all-white form being > common in the South. Great Egrets are smaller, Snowy Egrets smaller still, and Cattle Egrets still smaller. CE were strictly OW birds but crossed the Pond at its narrowest, Afr. to SA, on their own, early in the 20th C. [maybe late 19th] and are now the most numerous heron in NA, I think. Do a search.

    Don’t know about the flocking behavior of herons and egrets in general. . Living where he does, JJ might know his wading birds pretty well, but we don’t know if he meant a particular species or ssp. He may not have had a specific gull in mind at the kids’ wedding.

  177. On a VFR flight down to Brownsville some years ago, I crossed over large fields with so many egrets flocked on the ground the area appeared snow-covered. Impressive.

    As was the TexMex dinner I had during my layover that evening. No lingerie floorshow like the ones in Mobile, but the food was wonderful. ๐Ÿ™‚

    Here’s an idea for ML’s new eatery…French-TexMex fusion food. Chez Chipotle, perhaps?

  178. For a mixed European-style place, adapting a name from Bizet’s “Carmen”, how about “Chez Pasta”? One has the French “chez”, the Italian pasta, and the place in “Carmen” is Sevilla in Spain.
    From memory, the line goes “Pres des ramparts de Sevilla, chez mon ami Lillas Pastia….”. Yep, there is an extra “i”.

  179. About 40 years ago, a “Real” provincial French chef opened a small bistro in an old motel, across the lake and on wrong side of New Orleans across the long bridge. Grew lots of his own veggies, served great wines and simple farm foods. “La Provence”.

    We loved it and took one of our best friends, a man who went all over France several times a year hunting real French food (he owned a chain of department stores, so business expenses) Anyway, we wouldn’t tell him where we were going. He was terrified we were taking him on a snipe hunt and were going to shove him out in the swamps and leave him there.

    Skip forward some, chef took in young local farm boy under his wing who wanted to learn about cooking and food. That boy is now John Besch, the absolutely most famous chef Louisiana has today, “La Provence” became his restaurant (among many he now owns) and John continues the local food movement in Louisiana and New Orleans.

    Of course, it is now forty years later!

    Love, Jackie

  180. Sorry Lily, but we spent 27 years selling the most expensive wines in the world to the most expensive/trendy/foodie chefs, owners and wine and food snobs of Louisiana and Texas, along with 13 other states.

    Emeril is not from Louisiana and Prudhomme just did Cajun pretty much, Neither did authentic French nor authentic bistro style foods. John Besh is a native son and a food activist for native foods and food to table movement. La Provence is exactly what Mary Lou has in mind opening except it opened 40 years ago out in country, miles and miles from New Orleans

    Forgot the website link, It has acres and acres of on site vegetables grown for the bistro.

    My Mike set up all the original wine lists there back in the day and wines are still an important part of the mix.

    John Besh is a pretty hunky ex-marine and has a boyish charm about him, actually Gene looks a lot like Besh. Hope JJ does read this stuff we drivel on about!

    Love, Jackie

  181. And a pretty good one on the pigs and chickens,

    There are hundreds and hundreds of reviews and blogs and articles on John taking it over after the death of his mentor and great influence (who was our friend) and restoring it, revitalizing it with the farm. It is the only true French bistro I have ever known of in Louisiana but there may be others on the Gulf coast now?

    JJ lived only a short drive from this restaurant, is known to like/love good food and cooks himself. And make his own wine! I would bet money that he has eaten more than one meal at La Provence. There would be no better French bistro to use as a model for a Gulf Coast fictional spot for Mary Lou and Gene.

    Did I mention Gene even looks a lot like John Besh? Of course, John also went to CIA before he served in the military I believe, unless he went on GI educational benefits.

    Love, Jackie

  182. Jackie, that’s all news to me, and I have been down there many times. I love Paul P.’s Louisiana Kitchen, and have sat next to his table by the kitchen with his, erm, king-sized chair and had one of his Cajun Martinis. If I were allowed one last meal, I would probably go to Mister B’s Bistro and order the Gumbo Ya-Ya. It is to die for. I asked The Man In My Life and The Boss Of My Life and they had never heard of John B. *shrug*

  183. Sorry Lily, we also helped Paul P. open his first restaurant and knew the family before he moved from the south Louisiana area.
    Glad you like Cajun.

    We are talking French bistro here and trendy. Paul is old and dated and so is Emerile. But then so am I! Emerile was a sous chef when we first knew him and too insignificant to be part of any food groups. Glad he succeeded too.

    Even if a comic strip, neither chef would be anyone Mary Lou or Gene wanted to imitate now- a-days. They are young and upcoming hopefully in restaurant business and you want to do what young and hot chefs are doing, not old and worn out.

    But it is just a comic strip, not life. Life is full of old people, like myself and those you live with.

    Dang, some times I do miss the wine and food!

    Love, Jackie

  184. Good morning Debbe and any other early risers, I am off to bed. Just took my tranquilizer and antidepressants and two Benadryl! LOL there.

    The rock work is nearing the end, hallelujah! I can go out and tackle killing grass and weeds after they jack hammer up all the spilled concrete, it is too high for a stone sitting area. Shipment of grass seeds is spilling over my desk here and helper has the grasses and “dead” perennials cleaned and ready to plant. Can’t plant without proper prep of beds of course, so we aren’t close yet.

    Over heard a customer ahead of me in local Ace hardware at 8 a.m. this morning going on about big city restaurants and living in little country towns being so awful. I waited until she left to tell manager I traded that all for a little town where people cared about me, knew my name and took care of my needs. True, she asked about Mike, she was afraid he’d died as she hadn’t seen him.

    Went on to grocery, ran in and out, they joked “I’d made it back after all”, carried my few sacks out and loaded, always know my name, sweet people. Ask about my health, my husband, mean it.

    You can always drive to a restaurant or gasp, cook!!!

    Ghost, I am worried about you. How is mama?

    Love, Jackie

  185. Good morning Villagers….

    TR, not sure how old you are, but my husband will turn 62 in December, and he is only qualified for basic Medicare for now….not until he reaches 65 does he qualify for any of the other ‘B’, ‘C’ and “D” plans….it’s so confusing. May have to do some research to see what qualifies him in this state….thanks for the info. He has a prescription plan, WellCare, I think.

    Good morning Jackie….I too partake in a bedtime ‘cocktail’ such as yours….benedryl and a benzodiazipine…works for me. Early to bed and early to rise. Less BS I have to put up with when there is a disturbance in the force here at home. No antidepressants…yet…husband and son take them…I think they need to be re-evaluated….especially my other half! I’ve read that sometimes two antidepressants are needed to battle depression.

    Today’s grin:

    GR ๐Ÿ˜‰ I’m like Jackie, know you are busy being a caretaker for your BIL and Mother….be sure and take time for yourself. And oh, love the little video….thanks.


  186. Observation…..has anyone else noticed lately Jimmy’s third panels in the daily strip just speak for themselves….the tossing of ML’s hair, the silhouettes, the bird, and the mom putting child to bed. Just saying….

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