Hair Today, Grown Tomorrow

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I know service has been a bit spotty around here lately, so I’m trying to make it up with this little three-day series, presented without interruption for your viewing pleasure. Thinking of a title for today’s post, it occurred to me that no variety of establishment goes for awful puns in a name more than hair salons, at least around these parts. It’s always something like Mane Event, A Cut Above or Hair It Is. You get the idea. When I was a boy, my mother worked as a hairdresser in a shop named Beauty Unlimited. It certainly was a disingenuous name, but at least it wasn’t a lame attempt at a pun. Me, I got my hair cut at Ozzie’s Barber Shop.

189 thoughts on “Hair Today, Grown Tomorrow”

  1. That one has to do more with American movies’ abusive morals. At least it would never be accepted at a real hair salon, except perhaps in a very abusive neighborhood. But too many don’t know any better than the more innocent—thankfully—but still bland puns such as “A beary nice day.” On a positive note, we still have plenty of comic strips that have puns strong as good coffee, Hart’s B.C. among them.

  2. My dad always referred to the place where my mom had her hair done as the “beauty saloon”. I was probably 10 or 11 years old before I realized that the correct word was “salon”.

  3. Good morning, Villagers. Janis, us Pixie wearers know that it is a lot better to be an attractive girl in a short haircut than have long hair that is thin, draggly, or has split ends. Not to speak of all the time it saves getting ready. Whenever I see an older woman with very long, thin, draggly, etc. hair, I always remember a New Yorker cartoon at my hair salon where a woman is being described as “too old for her hair.”

    PS, “saloon” is just a variant of “salon,” both deriving from the French, 1720 or thereabouts. According to my dictionary, anyway.

  4. I have had my hair trimmed at the same place for many years. A cozy little joint with only one hair stylist, but she is a cute little dish with a quick wit and a biting sense of humor.
    The place is known as “the kitchen”, and I always wait until after fixing dinner for my haircut.

  5. I get my hair cut in a shop where my grandfather took my brother and I as kids. The current owners say it’s the oldest barber shop in the county, been in the same spot around 100 years. No cute dishy stylist, but a good, dependable haircut. My old shop got blown away by the big tornado in April of 2011. Tried a couple of the chains, but when I have to remember what cutting guide they used the last time, it got to be too much hassle. At the Northport Barber Shop, when you ask for a short haircut, they know what you mean, and you get what you want.

  6. Curl up and Dye is the name of a local one here. Where my better half went changed hands after the original owner retired because of illness after 45 years, and basically it was a 2 hair dresser shop. So when my better half gets desperate for a hair appointment now she gambles on the one inside Stuff Mart.

  7. As I have noted previously, my hair stylist is both pulchritudinous and curvaceous, and her clothing is always a bit on the exiguous side, which suits me just fine, and earns her gratuities of 50%. Oh, and it doesn’t hurt that she is a good hair cutter, too.

  8. My stylist is very slim but voluptuous and though she has very pretty hair is always doing weird things to it. She is always trying to get me to try a different cut, especially in the summer when I quit paying her to airbrush tan me.

  9. Mark in TTown, if you ask for a short haircut and he cuts it too long, you can always cut off more. Time and again, when I’ve gone to a new barber and carefully explained that I like it on the long side and just want it neatened up, the a**h*** makes me look like an Army lifer. This happened again last April, and my hair is just now starting to look close to decent. About May, I met a new friend who is a barber, and I haven’t been able to patronize my friend’s business yet.

  10. Corporate America’s idea of a snappy name for a hair salon chain: Supercuts. Or Cost Cutters.

    Well, no one ever said that Corporate America had much of a sense of humor.

  11. I’m starting to get the dreaded Dilbert pointy haired boss look. As I get balder on top, I’m fighting that thick ring of hair look, where the remaining thick starts on the side next to the bald top always looks funny unless you just buzz it all the way

  12. Good morning, all. LOvely day, here. Run went fine, back in The Office Is My Life. For a few hours, anyway. Reread today’s vintage A&J and decided I don’t get the second strip. Is Arlo riffing on Lugosi’s patent-leather hair of the original Dracula or is he excited by seeing the nape of Janis’ neck? Inquiring minds…

  13. Munchkin, I took it as a combination of both.

    It was the third of the cartoon trilogy that got my attention, reminding me of the long-ago day of elaborate hairstyles when women went to the beauty salon every week to get their ‘dos done and then did their upmost to preserve them until their next weekly visit. It was in that context that a lady friend told me that the definition of a nymphomaniac was a woman who would go to bed with a man just after she’d had her hair done.

    Hey, SF. Symply fargone good to hear from you. I take it, then, that you too have a pulchritudinous, curvaceous and exiguously clothed hair stylist. Must be a feminine sub-type. 😉

  14. And on another front, “Stone Soup” today got demoted from the “Webcomics” folder to the “Annoying Webcomics” folder, which consist of comics that have made me say, “Oh, shut up!” out loud at least twice. Promoted to her place: “That Is Priceless”

  15. Used Book Stores (a dying breed, I know) also go for the puns. My favorite, from Farmington, Maine is “Twice Sold Tales.” Brilliant! Almost as good as JJ’s puns . . .

  16. Ha! My second-favorite email Subject Line found in my Spam Bucket: Perchaser Medicamentk Onlinex. Well, I guess that Russian “Wiagra” won’t sell itself.

    Be advised, Munchkin, by following TIP regularly you will be exposing yourself to portraits of a certain number of chubby, untanned, long-haired females who are 99-100% naked. (I did the math.) I certainly don’t mind exposing myself to such (wait, did that come out wrong?), but I just wanted to give you a heads-up. 😉

  17. Ghost: I am a student of pictorial art. I have already noted the peculiar weakness of Renaissance, Baroque, and Rococo artists for dumpy females in inadequate clothing. I am immune, as I go to the local Wal-Mart at least once a week and see worse.

  18. When I was in high school my mom would take me to her hair stylist, a lady who had her shop in a room in her basement-one sink and two dryers. Once I was in college I vowed never to cut my hair again (the occasional trim for neatness, but that’s all) and Mom’s friend retired, so I have not been to a stylist since.

    On Arlo’s comment in the first panel, when Husband has been to his stylist (the same shop Bryan and Indiana Sam go) and the people at work go “you’ve had a hair cut” his answer is “no, I’ve had a LOT of them cut!”

  19. ^°^°^°^°^°^°^ has memories of two young stylists that did his hair in the early to mid seventies. They called their shop “The Top Off.”

  20. Jackie you are probably familiar with this quote I just ran across, but in case you are not…

    “The pessimist complains about the wind; the optimist expects it to change; the realist adjusts the sails.”

    –William Arthur Ward

  21. Actually Jackie just got back late last night from a trip with entire family by auto to 1) see the Downtown Abbey and Upstairs Downstairs exhibit in Delaware because it was only place in
    America it was showing. And then daughter rushed me out before I saw all the exhibit! 2) Tour the Longwood Gardens, on my bucket list, and daughter rushed me out after about 3 hours!
    3) Daughter and husband toured all the Dupont homes. My conclusion, they had entirely too much discretionary income! Duponts, not my family. 4) All the Duponts were obsessive collectors and spenders and gardeners but at least they left museums and endowments it seems.

    No one but me loves the art museums, so they skipped all three we had passes to, along with all concerts of music. Only Wyeth’s
    I saw were in a diner we ate in with gorgeous landscaping, lots of original art and bad food. Ate in Philly at some world famous cheese steak factory recommended by GQ according to my husband, horrible food and no ambiance at all.

    Good parts of trip were cooler weather, fabulous flowers everywhere, even wildflowers alongside roads, fall foliage starting to change. Bad parts were I hate minivans and long, fast drives on interstates. But I didn’t plan trip, just financed I guess.

    Husband making remarkable recovery. I am just trying to recover and restock dogs, cats, household cleaning and pay off all the workmen. My “staff” missed me, especially when they ran out of rocks again.

    Now I am two weeks behind on boating festival but it is supposed to rain all day tomorrow, so I can catch up.

    Funny thing I would enjoy going to Delaware and touring gardens at my own pace, touring museums and seeing Wyeth exhibits, go see some Gilbert and Sullivan, apparently they have a company there?

    I read parts of the epistles I missed here, so need to go back and reread. You guys read well from top to bottom.

    Love, Jackie Monies

  22. Hooray, you made it back. *looks around to see if anybody saw her signs of weakness*

    No cooler weather or flowers here. August is still lingering, rotten month that it is. Supposed to rain tomorrow, we shall see.

  23. Forgot to say that this was a “bargain rate” museum tour special that included 14 museums, art museums, gardens, etc. in Wilmington, DE all bundled together as a family package and problem was it expired on Sunday before Labor Day. It cost about as much as one individual tour ticket for one of the home tours to all 14 locations, so daughter loaded us all in minivan and put us in a hotel suite which was remarkable in that it included breakfasts and dinners for corporate travelers thrown in at no charge with room charges, so it did turn out to be remarkably “bargain week” for Labor Day road trip.

    I like “blue highways” and small towns, so this was not my exact choice but it worked.

    Love, Jackie Monies

  24. Jackie: Interesting travelogue. ‘. . . just financed I guess.’ sounds familiar. That’s what grandfolks are for, I suppose. I’m with you on the art museums, esp. Wyeth.

    According to this site’s resident spellcheck, grandfolks is not acceptable but grand-folks is. Nonsense! If ma and dad are your folks, and grandma and granddad are ok, then what’s wrong with grandfolks?

    Peace, emb

  25. Not the most spectacular eruption, but one of the longer lasting. Was predicted at 3:31 MST +/- 10′, and started just about 4:31 CDT.

  26. Sounds like the itinerary that the tour guide gave us on our first trip to Paris, Jackie. “7:00 Louvre, 8:30 Arc De Triomphe, 9:00 Eiffel Tower…” The Man In My Life tore it up, we slept in, had breakfast at the little sidewalk cafe outside the hotel. He hired a car and we went sedately to where *he* thought we should go. By the way, one of the coolest things we saw that day was a Paris Metro sign outside the Bois De Boulogne shaped like a dragoon.

  27. Dear Jackie Monies, reading your interesting travel story has perked me up no end! Very glad to see you back among us — you had disappeared without warning. Emb, glad to see you, too, and I like the “grandfolks”; never met this word before; must remember to use it now.

  28. All you guys/gals in north & central Indiana: you got one heck of a set of thunderstorms headed your way; batten the hatches. Here, in N. IL., we got about 30 minutes of winds to 80mph (according to NPR) with sideways rain and a bit of hail. Oddly, the weather map showed only green areas around here! Now the storm is shown with lots of red areas – draw your own conclusions.
    Was on the way to weekly shopping when this hit. Rain was too dense to see out the windshield, except for a red light. More from memory than from vision, I was able to turn off the main road at that light and then immediately into a cafe’s parking lot to wait it out. Can’t say that was the best move, in view of the lightning and tall trees nearby, but driving clearly was not an option.
    Many branches broken around here; a few trees down with others split down the trunk. We have a 12″ branch sitting on our new (only 15 months old) roof, but its butt end is still attached to the tree so its full weight isn’t on the roof. Its smaller branches must have cushioned the blow, too. Neighbors lost 3 big branches or split trunks, but all fell into their yard, so no damage.

  29. The NHS is tracking an lp area developing over-Georgia? I guess that it’s been a boring year. I think that September may be a little more interesting.

  30. This trip made me realize that no matter how hard you may try, children simply won’t end up appreciating things you hope they will, like art. I guess I should be glad at least one loves old homes and preservation, antiques, gardens, even if she is hopeless as a gardener.

    Keep thinking about all the money I spent on opera, symphony, ballet performances trying to make them love what I loved. I just don’t think it works?

    By the way, I sat staring at Jamie Wyeth’s “Draft Age” during our bad lunch, full size version so lord knows what that would cost? But it is so masterful and powerful, I had no idea he was 19 when he painted it. I actually like his work more than his father’s or grandfather’s.

    Now I am regretting not touring art museums. Obviously we were in Brandywine area and Chadd’s Ford area.

    Love, Jackie Monies

  31. Sadly, Rick, very few barber shops actually offer close shaves any more! One has to look around quite a bit to find one that uses a straight razor to clean up around the ears and back of the neck, much less actual shaves!

    Cheers,
    Tom

  32. Jackie, I know. I got “dragged around” to museums, galleries, etc, by my parents and I didn’t start appreciating it till I was like 16, and then it was to giggle about some of the abstracts at the Dallas Museum of Art. It was a real wake-up call when I visited my (cousin? aunt?? She was my grandfather’s daughter by a second marriage and was just four years older than me) and she was raving about one of the paintings that my cousins and I had been making fun of. Not that I admired her or anything, but, still!) After I moved into this casa and was surrounded by folk who did appreciate art that I started looking closer. I still don’t get abstract art, but I do understand it is a lot harder than I in my callow youth thought. Anyway, I went to a Turner exhibit with The Boss Of My Life and was really impressed. Now I am taking art classes and am getting paid back, aren’t I, just?

    PS, The Boss Of My Life has a Wyeth print of a sleeping dog called “Master Bedroom.” I like it, but don’t know which Wyeth painted it

  33. According to a friend who was formerly in the business, barbershop shaves pretty well went the way of velocipedes and buggy whips in the ’80s when blood-borne transmission of viruses became a public health concern.

  34. Typed ‘Wyeth painting master bedroom’ into Metacrawler. It’s Andrew, and the technique seems to me to be unmistakably his. N.C. and Jamie are great but, IMO, Andrew is the outstanding American painter of the 20th c.

    I can’t find any clue as to a deeper meaning, except that the dog misses the folks and is as close to them as he can get. Maybe they are no longer with us, and the room is unused.

    The meaning of the dog, as opposed to the blueberry picker/snoozer in Andrew Wyeth’s ‘Distant Thunder’ is clear as a bell.

    With the h.s./college crowd I hung out with in NYC in the mid ’40s-early ’50s, I was always the > interested in natural history/planetarium/zoos/botanic gardens >in art museums, though we went often to both. Wife-to-be was > interested in art museums, and eventually they grew on me, here and overseas. E.g., exquisite technique in glass highlights in the Dutch still-lifes in the Alte Pinakothek [sp?] in Munchen. We actually scheduled a visit to friends in DC after I retired to coincide with a traveling John Singer Sargent exhibit at the Smithsonian. Wife and I [and the others, none of whom are churched] were blessed.

    Smithsonian museums and Washington Zoo, as US govt. museums, are still free, or were at that time. Almost everything in NYC [and probably other major cities] now have substantial admission fees: AMNH, MOMA, MMA, Bronx Zoo, NYBG, Whitney MA, etc. Most were free in the ’40s-’50s.

    Don’t know about the Frick Collection. Smithsonian has one mus. in NYC, engineering and such; cannot come up with its name, but it’s surely on the web. Peace, emb

  35. Gee, emb, I never got any further than the dog was asleep on his/her master’s bed, without permission, of course. That is a very doggy thing to do. Like my Neeshka steals my socks and guards them if anybody but me tries to take them away from her. She has been yelled at a lot for sleeping on furniture. There is a family in-joke about it I won’t bore you with.
    The only painting we studied in class is “Christina’s World” by Andrew Wyeth, which I like, though I am not sure why.

  36. I think “Christina’s World” is familiar to many even if they don’t know who painted it, the rather haunting seen from the back image looking up hillside to house. I sat and stared at one of those too in my diner lunch right across from the darned museums that kids didn’t want to go to! In fact, I think all or most of the art in this diner was from Wyeth’s, so perhaps they were friends as diner was pretty darned old itself! That or it is profitable enough to buy good art!

    Interestingly, my husband usually likes art galleries somewhat, as he worked his way thru college as a master picture framer and then managed a large gallery in New Orleans after we married. So, I think he was going along with kids choices. I just told him I wanted to go back for the art and the gardens in spring and he said he wanted to go through Maryland as well. I have been known to eat crab at three meals a day, so I love that area.

    What are we doing in Oklahoma?

    Love, Jackie Monies

  37. Dear Lilyblack, a nice thing about looking at paintings and drawings is that, if you like them, there doesn’t have to be any reason why. That’s how I feel, anyway.

  38. Charlotte, Lily, that is how I think everything in life should be, art, furniture, gardens, our clothes. We should own/admire what we like, not because anyone told us to do so. Even the food we eat, I find it so silly that people eat fashionably because someone said something was “trendy”. I can say that because I am no longer in business of telling people what wines, foods, flowers, décor, etc. is the current fashion. Cynical, huh? Spent half my life trying to instill “good taste” in others, only to say it doesn’t really matter.

    Good night, I am still tired and will have to do a lot of laundry tomorrow!

    Love, Jackie

  39. Good morning Villagers..

    Jackie, so good to see you are posting again. Enjoy your writing…glad you got to get away for awhile, you have a big even coming up…pace yourself, and it is really good new to hear your husband is doing much better….God Bless you and yours.

    Finally got some much needed sleep.

    Off to work….still handpacking eggs…and The Boss saw my first ‘growl’ day yesterday…I was not a happy camper…stinking eggs, they need to hurry and a get bigger and go through the packer….hate, and I say HATE hand packing stinking eggs.

    Gotta go…..

    Happy Caterday

  40. On subject…I cut my own hair. I part it down the middle in the back, bring it forward….then taking my ‘pinking’ sheers to it 🙂 Works for me….and I don’t care if people say I’m too old for long hair. I wear it in a bun on top at work.

  41. Tom in S.O.:

    I was thinking the same thing when I posted my comment.

    A couple of months ago, I was in one of those family hair care places (I think male barbers are extinct), and I asked the young woman if she could use a razor on my neck. I told her that, if she didn’t have a straight razor, a safety razor would be fine.

    No luck.

    She said that she would have had to take more classes and more tests to be state certified for a straight razor.

    And the old ways continue to pass away.

  42. Big orange Garfield cat has obviously missed me, he gets up on head of bed and my head, refuses to give an inch. Or else I took his spot?

    Thinking about art and artists, back when Mike dealt with a lot of them they were known to trade art for meals, board, other bartering. I keep wishing my in-laws had liked George Rodrigue instead of the artists they did like. There is a restaurant named the Blue Dog Café down on corner from their old house, full of Rodrigue art, father in law built the restaurant for original owner but it has succeeded as Blue Dog, no connection except current owner collects. Or maybe they bartered?

    In fact, when I did festivals and arts and crafts shows, artists LOVED to be positioned by my jellies and jams (motto “Jelly Eaters Are Sweet People) because it drew such crowds. Then at end of show they would come barter paintings for cases of handmade jellies. Which brings up thought, what the heck happened to those paintings? Texas blue bonnets, sand dunes and sea oats, Gulf water and sand? Just things I liked, not because they brought anything but good memories to equation.

    I think that is what art should do. Although I would love to own a Wyeth or a Rodrigue, even a signed limited edition print, it would be because it brought me joy, not financial value or investment.
    Like my Remington, just a good print from a museum catalog.

    Love, Jackie

  43. Good morning, Villagers. Jackie, among the arty friends of The Boss Of My Life (and mine, too, some of them) “bluebonnets” or “bluebonnet painting”is a term of derision, meaning about the same as Kitsch. That is kind of the point to my favorite portrait of me at Friends’ house in front of their bizarre fireplace topped by…a bluebonnet painting! Or so I am assured. Anyway, that is my favorite painting of me. She caught my grin, though I don’t wear my hair like that any more

  44. Lily, I think you just made my point about “arty friends”. I am very familiar with your area and the pretentious attitudes of those who deride “blue bonnet painting”. You forget, I was a florist to the “rich and famous” of Texas, along with a husband who sold the most costly and rare wines of Europe to the wine “connoisseurs” of Texas once they legalized sale of alcoholic beverages except as BYOB. And yes, I owned a private showroom of thousands of feet in Houston and worked the Dallas market that catered to all this nonsense.

    My point is to the point. This is all pure snobbery and b—–t. If something makes someone happy, whether it be bluebonnets or gnomes in the garden, so be it. I am done and maybe I did laugh about the bus from East Texas having arrived at market, but that is OK. It is all pretense and I just don’t think I could stand it any more, not that I ever did I hope!

    Back to cooking hamburgers for my “staff”. Who are working like dogs, along with me!

    Love, Jackie

  45. Sorry, Munchkin, it says “currently unavailable” when I try to download. Or perhaps it’s because I don’t have a Book of Faces account. If so, I guess I’ll never know whether or not it’s one of the nudes of you. 😉

  46. To combine the current topics of “snobbery and b—–t” and “hair”, I once did some computer sales and inventory setup for a friend with a hair care products distribution business, and it took me about 7 seconds to determine that hair care products are about 2% product and 98% hype.

  47. Dang! G-rated. 🙂

    I believe I’ve seen that painting before, Munchkin, as I recall commenting on the VBB (Visible Bell Button). And who sez you’re flat-chested?

  48. Some months ago we had a large picture frame on the wall which inspired me to grab my pitchfork, tell my wife how to pose and we got a great version of American Gothic. Unfortunately my wife hated it, it wasn’t my camera and I don’t think that the picture survived. No, I don’t watch Duck Dynasty, drink Bud beer or drive a Bubba truck.

  49. A 5.3 has hit Easter Island and a 5.9 hit Mexico. The Pacific plate seems be on the move again. Which reminds me, California is running out of water, above and below ground. There is speculation that this may affect earthquakes in the region, although in which direction, more or less, is unknown. Oklahoma can tell you about the fracking earthquakes.

  50. And what if you did, Jerry? No shame on any of three counts. Heck, my kids keep asking me if I was sure I hadn’t dated Phil Robertson and just forgotten about it? I assured them, no, as he had already married Miss Kay, lived in married housing and went to Louisiana Tech where he played football. Even if I forgot, that didn’t happen in 1961.

    However, I cannot remember who the third murderer from a REALLY good family was whom I dated. I can remember two of them, but cannot for life of me remember the third? I could once but have forgotten. I keep looking at famous murderers of Louisiana list but names don’t ring a bell. And they all killed multiple people. I just keep saying, “But they were from really good, prominent and historically known families?”

    My point is we shouldn’t much care what people think, as long as we aren’t harming others with our idiosyncrasies. Mass murder is socially not acceptable, no matter how good your family tree.

    Love, Jackie Monies

  51. Oh yeah, another thought from our family vacation: I am eternally grateful I did not have to room with any of the DuPont family when I got sent away to boarding school to learn to be socially mobile and eat all my food with knives and forks, even corn on the cob. I thought having a Ford and a Sinclair as roommates was a special early gift from the devil to prepare me for life or purgatory. A DuPont outscores a Ford or a Sinclair.

    Love, Jackie (going back out to clean more garden beds)

  52. This eventful summer weather-wise just got more eventfull. A quick and nasty storm knocked our electricity out. About 400k. Ann Arbor really got hit as well. I lived here for 15 years with no blackouts and have had several the last 3 years. It has finally made the business model to buy a generator.

    I can’t do now as we leave on 9/11 for a week in Italy. I am not concerned about the flight but am always a bit nervous trying to eat and travel in land that I don’t know the language.

  53. Steve, you are a brave man. I cannot bring myself to fly anywhere now, not even New Zealand where I would really like to go and have a really dear friend I’d love to visit. And NZ seemed unlikely terrorist threat until recent plane disappearance/crash. I am not trying to scare you, since only the Italian food seems frightening. It will be delicious, I promise, even if you don’t know what it is! My Italian menu reading is as bad as my menu French, which means I can tell what the heck I am eating usually but not pronounce it!

    Go and have a good time. You all have had enough bad weather for a lifetime up there.

    The fall garden is doing fantastic, even if it took the efforts of two adult women to accomplish. A few holes that need something plugged in where germination wasn’t terrific but nothing major.
    Got most of the summer kitchen garden cleared out of stuff the daughter put in, putting in new trellis for snow peas and some half runner pole beans and then devoting it to greens for fall and fast stuff. Got most of the 150 plus large planter pots cleared out after my “gardener” moved them all for me, now I have to add soil and reseed herbs and flowers. Oh yeah, and the two dozen varieties of lettuces I toss in biannually.

    Good night all, love, Jackie

  54. Jackie, may I ask how murder relates in any way to my previous two comments? I mentioned a tv show, beer, and pickup trucks followed by a reference to earthquakes.

  55. Heh, that shirt is longer than that, but The Boss Of My Life complained that the picture was boring so she had me undo a button. Must have worked. That picture is hanging in the den and everybody that looks at it comments on that feature.

  56. Jerry/Jackie,

    I watch Duck Dynasty and I drive a full-sized pickup. Don’t drink, but I do own and shoot shotguns, pistols, and rifles. As Jackie said, not sure how that is really relevant to anything unless we are discussing those items. I do like bluebonnets and bluebonnet art. I have photos of bluebonnets on my bedroom wall. I have a longhorn steer calf and an Angus steer calf in my backyard, I’m feeding them out on grass to butcher. Guess that makes me a hick, with about 5 years of various college post-graduate work…I’ve also read all of Shakespeare, Twain, Dickens, H.G. Wells and several classic authors as well as a ton of modern work. Don’t judge a book by its TV, drinking, or vehicle preference?

    I’m pretty sure Jackie’s comment was to say that high-brow society (which you seem to prefer) has people doing things that are worse than the typical redneck.

  57. Since Jackie has said good night and gone to bed, I will explain. I stay up later than some of you folks. What she said about murder, goes back several weeks, maybe longer, to a story she told that three of the boys she dated in college had later, separately, been convicted (I guess) of murders. Seems hard to believe, but she is a truthful person, so it really happened. In this post she said she couldn’t remember the name of the third boy, and it was bothering her. Gosh, she has led a really exciting life!

  58. Murderer from a good Texas family: Cullen Davis

    Trucker: The Boss Of My Life said once, not to me, but I overheard, that a portrait of a young woman is nothing without a clue as to her personality. A portrait of an old woman (she said) can rely on wrinkles and quaintness, but a young woman’s portrait needs something. A clue, a hint. She pointed out as examples of Leonardo’s “Young Woman With an Ermine” and Sargent’s “Madame X”. All I know is that out of the ten or so portraits she has drawn or painted of me, the ones I like are that one with the bellybutton, one with a complex red-checked top, and a nude on a fainting couch.

  59. Give a man a fish and he will eat for a day. Teach him how to fish and he will be gone all weekend. Is that better ladies or am I being too obtuse?

  60. Sunday school starts today, 0930. It’s also Rally Day, and there’s a potluck picnic afterward. I just finished washing and trimming my standard contribution: a large bowl of red seedless grapes, in bunches of 2-6, or so. Bought the grapes this morning, because I forgot yesterday. Adult SS starts next Sunday. It ain’t necessarily so.

  61. Good morning, just ate breakfast with mom and daughter, got up earlier to go out to garden and fell into a wall, so decided to go back to bed if I couldn’t stand up!

    Now I am going out to garden, it is still 75 degrees here and overcast, perfect weather for me.

    What Jackie means is that yes, she has seen and done most of it personally. I was born poor with no plumbing or running water, barely electricity. I have lived and successfully socialized with poor, redneck/black/Hispanic/whatever race and ditto for same thing only really, really rich and old, old, old money including European royalty. Nothing trendy, nothing “in”, nothing snobby impresses me in any way.

    Like David, I have done time in three graduate schools, read most everything, been recruited for corporate leadership groups, you name it, I probably did it. What matters in life is not what you wear, not what you drink, not what you eat, where you live, what country club or social group you belong to.

    What matters in life is what is inside the person and the soul and you will only learn that if you are open to people of all shapes, sizes, colors, ethnicity, wealth or circumstances. When you judge people because of where they shop, that is so trivial it doesn’t warrant discussion!

    Off my soap box for now and going out to weed and practice horticultural therapy, the best kind. Sunday sermon concluded, going out to services.

    Love, Jackie Monies

  62. Have fun, Jackie! Personally, I only judge people on whether or not I have fun being around them. This includes mostly people who are most like me, of course. We tend to have the same sense of humor and fun and enjoy doing the same things. Lucky me, I live in a house where all the inhabitants and most of the visitors are fun to be around. I take seriously my food mission work and my convalescent center work and my emerging role as a lay youth leader in my church, but, somehow, when there is fun to be had and partying to be done, my companions look like me. Not as thin or pretty or as funny as me, of course, 😛 but similar. And when I am out, I see the same thing, people cluster in groups that look alike. When I worked for the hospital, some of the people I worked with were dissimilar in heritage, and, um, *things* that they liked, but they never became friends.

  63. Have fun, Jackie! Personally, I only judge people on whether or not I have fun being around them. This includes mostly people who are most like me, of course. We tend to have the same sense of humor and fun and enjoy doing the same things. Lucky me, I live in a house where all the inhabitants and most of the visitors are fun to be around. I take seriously my food mission work and my convalescent center work and my emerging role as a lay youth leader in my church, but, somehow, when there is fun to be had and partying to be done, my companions look like me. Not as thin or pretty or as funny as me, of course, 😛 but similar. And when I am out, I see the same thing, people cluster in groups that look alike. When I worked for the hospital, some of the people I worked with were dissimilar in heritage, and, um, *things* that they liked, but they never became friends.

  64. Ditto, Jackie. My time in the higher education system was spent with the spawn, ah, offspring of governors, senators, multimillionaires and even a Churchill (yes, of that Churchill family), but you know, I was never impressed by what they were, what they had, or where they went. I was, though, impressed by the character they (some of them) had.

  65. Food for Thought for Today—

    In his book “Cowboy Ethics”, James P. Owen put forth these principles:

    Live Each Day with Courage

    Take Pride in Your Work

    Always Finish What You Start

    Do What Has to Be Done

    Be Tough, But Fair

    When You Make A Promise, Keep It

    Ride For the Brand

    Talk Less and Say More

    Remember That Some Things Aren’t For Sale

    Know Where to Draw the Line

  66. Jackie Monies: “What matters in life is what is inside the person and the soul and you will only learn that if you are open to people of all shapes, sizes, colors, ethnicity, wealth or circumstances. When you judge people because of where they shop, that is so trivial it doesn’t warrant discussion!”

    Well said. Brings to mind a recent New Yorker article and the major theme of G&S. I think there’s a column in that.

  67. Well said, and I agree in principle. But who goes out of their way to consciously make a friend of different “shapes, sizes, colors, ethnicity, wealth or circumstances?” Especially if they may not want to be friends with you? I have tried to make a friend of a woman of a different “ethnicity” whom I worked closely with, only to hear second hand that she was making fun of me. It’s hard enough to make friends, even with people very like yourself. All five of my co-workers are of the same “ethnicity” as me and I only get along well with one.

  68. P.S. Re # 120, above, the 1030 service and the following ‘picnic’ [in the church basement] went well. Thanks for asking.

    This time, atypically, many brought fresh fruit. The is a big bowl half full of red seedless in the fridge in the church lounge kitchen. Enjoy.

  69. EMB- “Ride for the brand” means to be loyal to your employer/company/ranch who brands the cows. It is loyalty to those for whom you are responsible in your job. Faithfulness.

    Thank you for the compliment. I am taking a “dirt break” before I have to go fill the pots I cleaned with some fresh soil to bring back up to pot tops. A plague of locusts hit my iris foliage, chewing it to bits. Because of disability, I garden in pots a lot, most of them huge, like 24-30 inches across.

    I subscribe to cowboy ethics. When I went to ag school back in early 60’s there were 5 women but about 1000 cowboys. I learned what real cowboys believed and lived and how to tell if the belt buckle meant anything when they wore it. They do have a strong moral compass in most cases. I see the current crop of “cowboy churches” and understand why they are there.

    Charlotte, I think of why my life has been so interesting, which it has. God gave me the intelligence and the beauty and a lot of talent. It was mine to use or not use but it wasn’t anything that I did myself, just a gift. I chose to be me and find my own path at an early age and I have, no matter if a rocky road or a golden highway.

    Interesting lives are due to personal decisions and the path you take when the doors close or the road hits a road block. You just go on and don’t whine about it.

    As a public speaker I have always told audiences that no talent we have is of our making, it is God given and we can learn, study, practice, improve but we cannot give ourselves any abilities on our own without that gift.

    Love, Jackie Monies (back to the dirt!)

  70. Lily: You’re right, that can be a tough call. I try to be open to the possibility.

    It’s easier if you grow up in a metro city. One of my best friends is ‘full-blooded’ Chinese. Doesn’t speak or write a word of it [parents only used it at home when they wanted to leave the boys out of it]. Known him since 3rd grade but only became friends in high school, ’44-’47. Magnet school [boys only then] for science/math geeks, but of all ethnic and religious persuasions. Mostly Jewish then, mostly Asian and coed now. Then, and maybe now, many second-generation immigrant. Stimulating. My other two closest H.S. buddies were a German background secular Jew [not WW II refugee] and a third generation bilingual Italian.

    Cornell population about equally varied, + regional input from outside the NE, but the girl I wooed and later married was another red-headed Anglo ‘upstate’ New Yorker. Stats say that is common. But the other three males ‘married-out’.

  71. According to AccuWeather.com…

    “A strong push of autumn-like air will invade the North Central states this week and will bring the risk of frost, as well as the chance of a bit of snow to some locations. The chilliest air since last spring will push southward from Canada and across the northern and central Plains, Midwest and the eastern slopes of the Rockies, prior to the middle of September.”

    Perhaps it was just me, but it seemed like a damned short summer.

  72. Holy fudge! I have been bit by the new car bug. And even worse, it was obviously the “muscle car” variety of bug. That fact became manifest when I realized how much time I’ve been spending lately surfing the InterWebNet for Mustang-porn, Camaro-porn, Charger-porn, etc.

    I know, I know…all I have to do is stay out of new car dealerships for a while, all the time reciting the mantra, “First year depreciation. Oooooom. Gas mileage. Oooooom. Practicality. Oooooom.” But you can probably tell what a practical-type of guy I am.

    Actually, I’d always planned to buy a “retirement” (read: new) vehicle at some point prior to retirement. But the way things are looking, it may be a rebuilt engine and new paint job for the one I have now. 🙂

  73. The new ones are pretty and I see a lot of them but when I drive the ’72 with a +++ engine everyone comes running. It’s in storage while the house is being built but next year is coming.

  74. Falling somewhere between emb’s and Lily’s generation, my experience was of growing up knowing a number of people who would have been classified as “second-generation immigrant”. Looking back, it seems to me they were so well assimilated into American society that their national derivation not only never became an issue, it was never even thought about. Now, however, far too many immigrant groups seem to feel that assimilation into their new society is somehow a bad thing and must be avoided. I see the unfortunate pervasiveness of “hyphenated Americans” to be not at all a good thing.

    For “multiculturalism” to actually work, it has to be a two-say street. Polarization is not our friend.

  75. “Multi-culturalism” is just PC garbage. So is “diversity.” They are the holy grails of the PC crowd… they spend too much time counting heads, crowing or griping about how many of each group has shown up, and never getting to know the individuals as the wonderful people they are (or are not).

    As Kipling put it:

    If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
    Or walk with Kings—nor lose the common touch,
    If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you,
    If all men count with you, but none too much;
    If you can fill the unforgiving minute
    With sixty seconds’ worth of distance run,
    Yours is the Earth and everything that’s in it,
    And—which is more—you’ll be a Man, my son!

    I regard the various training courses (sensitivity, consciousness-raising, etc.) to be the PC version of the communist “re-education camps” — and I will never attend one.

  76. Rick,

    Our posts reminded me that I’d heard of a barber shop in the area that might do actual shaves, so I looked it up and found it’s about 15 miles from my house. I went Saturday afternoon and enjoyed a very good shave and a haircut at a very reasonable price, though it’s now a tad more than two bits.

    Cheers,
    Tom

  77. Trucker: “I regard the various training courses (sensitivity, consciousness-raising, etc.) to be the PC version of the communist “re-education camps” — and I will never attend one.”

    You and I are some distance apart on several issues, but we agree on this one. Unfortunately, you can be sentenced by a court to attend that sort of thing, or required by an employer, church, school, or other private or public authority to do so. And if you contradict the dogma, you flunk.

    I wonder what the details of postwar “de-nazification” were, and how well it really worked.

  78. Trucker Ron — well put. And I’m glad to see some of Kipling’s poem; not well known nowadays, more’s the pity.

    Jackie — more of your always excellent advice and life wisdom. Trying to remember some philosophy that I used to see, but haven’t for a long time; it’s about “charm” but something more meaningful I can’t remember the word for. You have to be born with it. “If you don’t have it, nothing is going to help you in your relations with other people; if you have it, you don’t need anything else.” This is a poor and awkward version of the … aphorism? but you see what it’s getting at.

  79. Ghost, I not only believe in a moral compass but that we all have a “true north” to which it should point.

    Daughter is out with dad shopping for a new/used Ford SUV. She was stunned that he sat in car at every stop and would not go in, as he was once a car salesmen after being in sales all his life. She had always car shopped with mom who was a terror to used car salesmen.

    She had NOT heard about my method of cruising used car lots in days before computers and refusing to get out of car. On one lot an obnoxious lot salesman put his arm into car window to unlock my door and insisted on me getting out. I rolled up window after asking him to remove arm and proceeded to drive away with him in tow. He removed the arm before I did.

    If you need help fending off aggressive/tricky salesmen, email me and I will come help. I used to sell about 18-20 Lincolns per month (or lease) by being polite and a lady but that does not apply to the other side of the coin if need be!

    Charlotte, thank you again, I have a friend who is even older than me who says I am the only true Southern lady he has known with exception of his mother and grandmother from Texas. What he means is what you said and Trucker Ron, it is not a false façade, it is with you 24 hours a day. Except when dealing with rude car salesmen and I probably did say “Please remove your arm from my car window.”

    I once told a burglar in my condominium that I believed he was in the wrong unit and had mistakenly unlocked the wrong door?

    Love, Jackie Monies

  80. Me too. I bet they are having to sell as a lower/smaller grade and bossman is not happy with price vs. cost factor.

    Miss Debbe and reality egg farm.

    Doing laundry at 4 a.m. down here.

    Love, Jackie

  81. Good morning Villagers…

    Me too, GR 😉 I’m about to go nuts, and I don’t have far to go to reach that point.

    Yesterday was Ian’s (my son) 26th birthday…and he is living with us (and no I don’t have a basement). He’s a big help to me here…my gosh, I started to reflect on the past 26 years yesterday…well, I got myself so depressed that I set my sights on Monday (there’s a song there 🙂 )

    Anyway, it’s Monday and there’s full moon peering in through my window and it’s going to be a better week. Mind over matter, right!

    Facing some personal obstacles, but one just keeps on plugging….so I won’t be dropping in every day….don’t want to bore anyone.

    Ya’ll have a blessed day…….

  82. Jackie….thank you…while you were gone, I missed your written musings.

    I’ll be lurking and probably inserting a lolcat here and there…just not feeling energetic, just not feeling Debbe right now.

  83. Debbe. a lot of time I feel like I am depressingly boring too. It is hard to be positive when problems seem overwhelming and washing you away. You can write me directly, I care about friends and like pen pals. Well, not those actually serving time in pen but I don’t think a chicken pen is same as penal time. Well, then again…….?

    Stay strong, I know you are a survivor and survivors are strong people.

    I have been wanting a pen of chickens for 20 years I have lived here in Oklahoma. I just like them, especially weirdly colored ones, and I would just make pets of them. Found out my yard lady/helper used to raise chickens and had pens, so maybe I can finally get a chicken house and some pens. Husband used to have chickens and sell eggs as young boy, he does not like/love fowls!

    There is a magazine cover somewhere of P. Allen Smith cradling a totally gorgeously luxurious chicken in his arms that is about as sexy and appealing as you can get in a man. Darn him, wrong sexual orientation unfortunately!

    Love you, Jackie Monies

  84. Chickens have become a real issue in Florida with some areas allowing them and some not. Those that allow them usually dictate a limit on how many you can have. Sam’s Warehouse will be happy to sell you a pre-fab chicken coop.

  85. I just want to be the first to mention it- the cameo appearance of Alfred E. Neuman in today’s daily strip once again affirms the awesomeness of Jimmy.

  86. Putting a “last” word in regarding different cultures…

    I spent my youth living poor, on a farm, etc. etc. Wanted to move to the “big” city. I have lived in small cities and medium cities but never “big”. On of my best experiences was when I lived in FL. I worked, neighbored, and went to church with people from all over the US – from Boston to Chicago – New York – Montana – California – and Australia, France, England, Greece, Italy, Cuba. All colors, income status, different religions.

    And what I learned is – If I accepted peoples as they were, and was genuinely interested in THEIR experiences, there was SO much more we had in common than we had differences. It is true that some do not want to get to know you. But we meet those in all walks of life. That is matter of character, not ethnicity.

    In my humble opinion, being PC is phony. It is another one of the snobberies. There is no substitute for being genuinely interested in another human being.

    Off soap box now…

    Luv yah!

  87. Galliglo: The PC approach is an inadequate response to a real problem: our tendency to write off whole groups, to prejudge [as in prejudice] them. Honkies, gays, Jews, Muslims, blacks, scientists, “liberals” [” ” because it has come to mean radical leftists], business folks, etc.

    Your approach is as great as it is uncommon. It was the approach of perhaps the best known rabbi of the first century CE, a man I hold in high esteem and that some worship, or say they worship.

  88. Good morning, Villagers. Had an excellent run this morning, only 10K cause we had surgery today (gallbladder, hernia) but my puppy had a good time as did I. The Boss Of My Life wants to start on my Birthday/Hallowe’en drawing for my invitations, and I was still havering about what to wear this year. Then this weekend I came across a light blue/dark blue satin Harlequin outfit in a resale shop -how it came there, I’ll never know – and have decided on it. I must to Dallas to get a hat and slippers and whatever that club she carries for accessories!
    We could keep chickens, I guess – one of our outbuildings is an old chicken coop converted to storage – but like Jackie’s husband, we are not fond

  89. emb: Ms. Paltrow has expressed, on her way-Too Much Information website, an extreme fondness for daily “colon cleansing”. She has also used her “life-style” blog to launch an extremely expensive line of boutique coffee. Perhaps the picture is supposed to show how she looks in the morning when she has not yet had either. Or the fact that some people (not sure about her) subject themselves to daily coffee enemas.

  90. I think the point of today’s TIP is that Gwenyth Paltrow always looks so fresh, well-groomed, and glowing in her pics and they are being snarky. I wish I looked like her.

    The TIP blogspot shows a woman with a skull that Wikipedia says is Georges De La Tour’s “THe Repentant Magdalene.” Luckily, we had just studied De La Tour in my Art History class and I easily recognized his style: the limpid skin tones, dramatic use of chiaroscuro and the deep religiousness. The painting we studied in class was “The Newborn Christ.”

  91. Among the many celebrities I find amusing for their “being famous for being famous” and twittering their every body function and parts, I would include Miss Paltrow, so yes, I see the humor.

    Being able to laugh at oneself and one’s personal foibles is key and PC take themselves and their opinions to be “correct”. How boring and limiting their lives are. I have a daughter like that and one more like me probably. About the older daughter, the younger one summarizes it, “She drank the Koolaid.”

    Right now Whole Foods is cutting employees out of management, out of full time employment and benefits, making pay cuts. She won’t accept or perform certain positions as beneath her, even though it means she will be terminated.

    I liked younger daughter’s attitude. She worked for UT med school and burn center as a assistant to surgeons. Moved to St. Louis and was offered half her pay for same job. Probably a lot like Lily does for her surgeon?

    Younger daughter said to heck with prestige and half the pay, put on the pseudo-Bunny Club cocktail costume and worked as a waitress at casino for seven years while getting her MBA. She said there were a lot of PhD’s she worked with too as waiters.

    All of us need to recognize the ability to know and be friends with so many people around us and to respect their work and not think it is without value.

    I remember once older daughter found me in her upscale grocery store restaurant area chatting and enjoying an older woman’s company. She was horrified. “Don’t you know she is a homeless person? How could you do that?”

    She was a person to me. That is what matters.

    I love Alfred E. Newman too, the original “What me worry?” Kid.
    There was such great humor there and satire. Thanks Jimmy.

    Love, Jackie

  92. Ah, lunchtime. Today, I had to be NPO for a morning blood stick for routine lab work. (Lily probably wishes she’d been the one to stick me.) So naturally I woke up feeling ravenous this morning. Funny how that works.

    NK, it appears from TV news reports that a lot of Phoenix folks again discovered the hard way that their cars are not very good amphibious vehicles. How’s it looking in your end of the state?

  93. I haven’t been following the subject, but ref Jackie’s comment about Whole Foods cutbacks, is it possible the “organic” and “natural” foods bubble has burst or is about to do so?

    And does it really make sense to pass up a fresh and tasty tomato grown in the local area for a less fresh “organic” tomato grown in South America and shipped to your home town at a much greater cost to you (and the environment)? Or should one perhaps support their local farmers, organic or otherwise?

  94. Ghost, I only wish. *sharpens needle*

    Jackie, sounds like your daughter did what I do now. Yeah, I took a pay cut going to work for The Boss Of My Life, but that doesn’t include, room, board, three weeks of all-expenses paid vacation a year (though I have to go where they want to go) and an on-site full time physician. We do a couple of burns a year, but The Boss Of My Life just stabilizes the more severe burns and punts them to Parkland. Much to my relief, I might add.

  95. Debbe, you’ll be in our hearts and prayers, sweetie. Let the bad things go past you, but hold on to the good ones with both hands.

  96. Got to share this:

    Letter home:
    Dear Ma and Pa:

    I am well. Hope you are too. Tell Brother Walt and Brother Elmer that the Marine Corps beats working for old man Minch by a mile. Tell them to join up quick before all of the places are filled.

    I was restless at first because you got to stay in bed till nearly 6 a.m., but I am getting so I like to sleep late.

    Tell Walt and Elmer all you do before breakfast is smooth your cot and shine some things. No hogs to slop, feed to pitch, mash to mix, wood to split, fire to lay… practically nothing.

    Men got to shave but it’s not so bad… there’s warm water.

    Breakfast is strong on trimmings like fruit juice, cereal, eggs, bacon, etc., but kind of weak on chops, potatoes, ham, steak, fried eggplant, pie, and other regular food.

    Tell Walt and Elmer you can always sit by the two city boys that live on coffee. Their food plus yours holds you ’til noon when you get fed again. It’s no wonder these city boys can’t walk much.

    We go on “route marches,” which the platoon sergeant says are long walks to harden us. If he thinks so, it’s not my place to tell him different. A “route march” is about as far as to our mailbox at home.

    Then the city guys get sore feet and we all ride back in trucks.

    The country is nice but awful flat. The sergeant is like a school teacher. He nags a lot. The captain is like the school board. Majors and colonels just ride around and frown. They don’t bother you none. This next will kill Walt and Elmer with laughing. I keep getting medals for shooting. I don’t know why. The bulls-eye is near as big as a chipmunk head and don’t move, and it ain’t shooting at you like the Higgett boys at home. All you got to do is lie there all comfortable and hit it. You don’t even load your own cartridges. They come in boxes.

    Then we have what they call hand-to-hand combat training. You get to wrestle with them city boys. I have to be real careful though, they break real easy.

    It ain’t like fighting with that ole bull at home. I’m about the best they got in this except for that Tug Jordan from over in Silver Lake. I only beat him once. He joined up the same time as me, but I’m only 5’6″ and 130 pounds and he’s 6’8″ and near 300 pounds dry.

    Be sure to tell Walt and Elmer to hurry and join up before other fellers get onto this setup and come stampeding on in.

    Your loving daughter,
    Alice

  97. I have said it before, but I believe in Political Politeness, not Political Correctness. Too many points of view to determine what is correct, but trying to understand the other person’s perspective based on their background is much easier. Even if you make a wrong assumption, you listen and learn. The best way to love a person is to listen to them.

  98. Forbes and the Motley Fool think the yuppy upscale food market is being diluted with new stores/companies pressuring the older ones like Whole Foods. Whole Foods keeps opening new locations but their same store sales are stagnant according to financial articles. Daughter never admits such a concept!

    Ironically the company that is most impacting the organic and upscale market is the company she left for Whole Foods. Krogers where she was the natural foods buyers for 250 locations is making aggressive inroads into the natural/organics market.

    I am personally in favor of supporting local producers that sell in farmer’s markets, off backs of trucks. The farm to table movement is one I think needs our support. Of course, I grew up pulling weeds, picking green beans and canning tomatoes, so I know if we don’t support them, they too will disappear.

    Like Arlo and Janis however, I have the most expensive produce money can pay for! Went out just now and the fall crop of green beans looks fantastic if it makes any flowers? As soon as it cools off today I am going to plug in some more seeds in holes.

    Gotta go inoculate those snow/sugar peas, the first planting has been hit by the heat, so a “second squeezing of the grapes” is in order. ie. plant some more!

    Love, Jackie

  99. Lily, my daughter worked at Parkland of course in their burn center. I told her at time that burn patients endured the fires of hell and then relived the hell over and over in treatment. I only worked on a couple in my brief medical career and they didn’t get lucky enough to go to Parkland.

    Daughter is tough little 4 foot 11 inch martinet, known as “The Little General” to her family. For Napoleon, not Tom Thumb the midget. She was excellent at what she did and was there every inch of the way and treatment for her surgeons’ patients.

    Love, Jackie

  100. Woosh, I *hate* colonoscopies and I *am* going to get even with the person who scheduled one on a Monday. The colonoscopy isn’t bad, but cleaning up afterwards is. *Starts potting her revenge*

    Jackie, The Man In My Life *never* buys *organic* food. He regards the whole idea as Jacobin. We get all but a few of our veggies from our friendly local Japanese truck farmer. I really have no idea what methods he uses, and might not want to know, but his veggies are always fresh and sweet and lovely. He also saves me baby yellow squash and eggplants and melons as he knows I love them.. . And my faves: purple carrots. The Man In My Life won’t cook with them, cause he likes the orange color of the usual but I keep a bunch in my private crisper drawer to munch on.

  101. Lily: Lovely ‘letter.’

    ‘. . . an extreme fondness for daily “colon cleansing”.’ My mother-in-law [d.1975] did that when wife was a kid, in the ’30s. Stupid fads die hard [if in fact GP actually does it]. All we know is she says she does. Thanks all for the info; TIP BlogSpot is > appropriate > I first thought.

    Lily: I believe the TIP you are referring to is the comic, not the BlogSpot.

  102. Thanks for asking, Ghost. We had more than two inches of rain in about two hours this morning, ALL the washes ran, and some friends and I decided that between not being able to see through the downpour to drive very well and not knowing for sure a route to where we were planning to go that had only culverts and bridges and not street dips though washes, we just went back to our driver’s house and had a cup of tea/coffee and a visit there. As my husband says, though, rain is always welcome in the desert. Just be smart enough to stay out of washes!

  103. NK, we used to work in AZ and NM, plus west Texas where the streets are the drainage systems. Learned right away they were serious about people drowning downtown!

    I was down in AZ in Ajo one time and besides the warnings to watch for bombs and unexploded ordinances, there were all those water depth posts all over the dessert showing high water marks deeper than roof of mini-van. That was scary, as a big storm was coming in and I wasn’t sure we could get out?

    Then I saw that movie with Bill Murray that was filmed down there in same area around the AZ-Mexico border where the rain floods everything and it is all being washed away. At least I felt vindicated for tall tales I had told my husband who just did not believe me!

    Glad you are OK. Dessert floods are scary and I have now seen some up close and personal and involuntarily!

    Love, Jackie

  104. When we used to go to the Big Bend every year, we would see those washes with their depth gauges, and I would make fun of them, and my dad would say, “This whole country doesn’t hava a total of a ton of topsoil on it, If it rains, where is it gonna go? Into the Rio Grand, is where. All f it. That would shut me up. For a while, anyway! 😀

  105. No floods here, but I think late summer patio season is over. Had all three meals outside twice in the last fortnight, high today was 78F after I’d lunched, and had supper at 7 at about 73F. Tomorrow’s high is predicted to be mid-50s, 60% chance of pm rain. They’re talking frosts for the weekend, about usual for mid-Sept.

    Had to drive through water flowing across the road after a downpour in S. ID in Aug. ’62. It looked shallow, and no sign of breakup on the downhill side, and we were ok, but it’s creepy. Current billboard humor, for what business I cannot remember: ‘There’s no rest stops out here; it’s uncanny.’

  106. After a few days in the 90s, we’ve got storms moving through northern UT and dropping the daily highs into the 70s for a few days. We’ll be back to the mid 80s next week, but I doubt we’ll hit 90 again this year. Hurray for fall! (Just 15 days away)

  107. Good morning or good night, not sure which more correct? I fell asleep during daylight yesterday and apparently did not feed my mom any dinner, nor myself, with all windows open for light and woke up with hungry cats and a dog sleeping with me. I got too much sunshine last couple days. lupus and several meds that say “do not get sunlight exposure or use tanning lights” will do that to you!

    Going to feed animals before I wake up missing a toe or two.

    Love, Jackie

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