Sunday, December 11, 2011

Poop

As I was discussing my walk down my cul de sac with Jeff and Donna on Skype, I happened to mention that I saw a dog answering nature's call.  I explained that I stood there waiting to see if the owner would do anything about it.   And sure enough, she grabbed it with a plastic bag and that was the first time I'd ever seen that done.

I had witnessed pooper scoopers but I had no seen this before.

So...I asked my kids about it.   Do you use regular plastic bags...is it awkward to grasp it...and all kinds of delicate facts like this.

So...Jeff gets a specially-store-bought bag for just this occassion and showed me how this is handled!    While he was doing this, I snapped their pictures....because who else owns a picture...or wants to own a picture like this.

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    Poop scooping services are popping up all over the place.[11] While this is a costlier option, it is worth the cost for some people, especially if the dog waste accumulates in a fixed place like your yard. And if there is no service in your area and you're an enterprising sort, why not start such a service?[12] It could be very rewarding!
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    Ask dog owners you know if they know of any good "waste handling" services.
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    Ask a local landscaper or pet-sitter if they'd consider providing this service.
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    Look up a service in the Find-a-Scooper International Directory at http://www.apaws.org/search/adv/default.aspx.

Dealing with dog poop rebels

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    If you come across someone who won't pick up their dog's poop right in front of you, assert yourself.
    If you come across someone who won't pick up their dog's poop right in front of you, assert yourself.
    If you come across someone who won't pick up their dog's poop right in front of you, assert yourself. Explain to them how unhygienic their action is and how it is disrespectful to the neighborhood. As well, explain that it lets down all dog owners who get smeared with the thoughtlessness of the few who don't pick up the poop and ends up with more bans on where dogs can go. There's no need to make a song and dance but do insist, and if it's a violation in your area, contact your community association or other suitable contact and report the incident.
    • You might say something like: "Sir/Madam, I realize that it's not the most pleasant task but as dog owners we have to show everyone else we are responsible and care about both our dogs and our neighborhood. Dog poop harbors disease and people don't want to tread in it. So, I'd really appreciate it if you'd pick up after your dog, just as I do."
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    Offer the person one of your bags. The gesture is difficult to turn down because it's polite and it's showing the other person that you expect them to behave responsibly.
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    Set an example to others by being proud to pick up your dog's poop.[13] This shows other dog owners an example of good dog ownership and lets people know that any mess around isn't from your dog.
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I used to have a neighbor with a sweet massive great dane. I adored the dog, and I think the feeling was mutual. In fact, I like most dogs more than I like most people.

His dog was constantly leaving coffee table sized lumps on my lawn. I politely asked him to simply clean up after the dog. His reply: "How do you know it was my dog?"

Never mind the fact that the neighborhood was zoned against horses, the only other domesticated animal large enough to leave such a prize. I had seen him do it repeatedly.

So. The next time I saw one, I used a plastic bag, scooped it up and left it on the hood of his car in the North Carolina summer sun. When he asked me about it, I replied: "How do you know it was me?"

Of course, the dog and I were no longer able to be friends. The really irritating thing is that he stopped his dog from using my yard after that. So it was something he could have done all along, but by choosing not to was just being an asshole.

I love dogs. I have a dog. I clean up after him every single time he goes to the bathroom. The people who don't clean up after their dogs are the first ones to complain when they aren't allowed on the beach or in parks, etc. I love their dogs, but I HATE those people.

Sunday, November 20, 2011

Virginia looks so thoughtful!

I decided to have a neighborhood party months ago ...but didn't want to work too hard cause I'm not so young anymore.  

A good way to host a party in your home is to order salads from Wendy's.  They're delicious....reasonable...and easy to serve...right in their own containers.and so easy to clean up after.

Ordered them from Wendy's the day before...and they had them all ready.  However, I didn't use their plastic utensils.  I used my stainless forks and knives.   It looks like we're all boozing it up...but not true.   I got bottles of green tea for everyone...I want my friends to be healthy.

The reason my friend's picture is here...she helped me with everything...and I couldn't enjoy the lifestyle that I do without  Virginia.

She is my source...I call her when I'm in trouble...and I don't wish her any mishap...but I sure wish she would reciprocate when she feels the need.

Recently she invited me to go to the beach with her...and lo and behold, I fell on the way down...and embarrassingly, I wasn't able to get up.   Virginia reached out her small sweet hand to help me, but I wouldn't grab it...to bring her down with me.

Finally two gentlemen came along and each told a hand and I was upright ... like an old piano...but I wasn't feeling good about myself.   Where the heck did my balance go???

She also accompanied me when we went to Ryan and Daniela's wedding...and we had to share a big bed.  Never went to a Hyatt where they didn't have twin beds..but that's the way it was.

Anyway...I'm sure glad that she moved next door...fate has a way!


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Joe captured my northern yearnings!

I never really considered photography as an art form until I met Joe Pizzarello.  He's an artist with a camera...or I should say about him...Have camera....will travel!  I miss the fall very much...but Joe has captured in all in this one snapshot...which I'm sure he worked very diligently before sending it to me.
Joe and Annmarie are very talented people.   I've seen a lot of Annmarie's water colors and they absolutely come to life.   Their two daughters are very talented also.....one is an artist in New York...and Jo Jo lives in Florida and is an attorney. 

  I'm very proud of this family because they're what life is all about.....and Joe shows his artistry in his culinary skills.   Whatever he cooks just doesn't taste delicious...his presentation is perfection. 

At Christmas their home is a wonderland.......running trains...villages with old fashioned people ...lights and sounds everywhere.  I didn't know where to look first...and they enjoy watching your face as you watch the goings-on!

Before he left to go up north in the spring, Joe knocks on my door and he has a framed picture of one of his best...and he found a place on my wall that needed something...he also brought a nail to hang it.

Now...everyday, I think of Joe, because I can't enter or leave my house without admiring it.

Thanks nice people!


Saturday, November 19, 2011

Kennedy Center in D.C.


Virginia and I picked outselves up and decided to visit Jeff and Donna in Manassas, Va. When my friend V got on the plane, she bowed her head and I could see she was praying for a safe flight. She also took wipes out of her purse and cleaned the dropdown shelf where we get served.
I'm not that clean...and to be honest, it never even occurred to me. We kissed and hugged and headed for their home. It's a beautiful residential street, although V thought the neighbors flowers were plastic.
All I know is that they looked pretty to me. Jeff carried our luggage to the 2nd floor and Donna proceed to get our dinner on the table. We were a tad hungry since our plane was 2 hours late. Jeff and Donna never phoned the airport to ask the time...so they had a long waiting program.
Soon as we got in the house, Jeff took us to the exercise room, and there in a big crate were two exquisite excited dogs to see us...both beagles but enough different so you'd be able to tell one from the other. They couldn't wait for us to see their endless pool in the basement...and we couldn't wait to get in. It was beautiful...and I'm hundred percent sure that it's going to improve the quality of their lives... The water was warm and inviting and they had a full bathroom off the pool in the basement.
This way they can swim summer or winter.
The next day V examined the grounds and knew every planting and tree.
Me, I can't make that statement. My joy was with the dogs. They rested their big heads on my lap and that made me feel sensational.
Next day they took us on a tour to Skyline Drive in the Appalacians...and thru our car window we saw a big black bear. The scenery was beyond magnificent...even tho the leaves hadn't turned yet.
We went out that particular time for Jeff's birthday and he was thrilled.
Virginia sent Omaha steaks and things and she also bought a beautiful birthday care which we all devoured.
We ate out a few time to restaurnts that we dont't have here. Donna also took us to Wegman's which was a real experience to behold.
Jeff and Donna took off work to enjoy our vacation with them. I came home and Virginia went to Tampa to visit a sick friend...although she wasn't feeling all that great herself...allergy or something.
Anyway, it was a fun time and I enjoyed it. Paul, my nephew came over one night and Donna grilled our dinner.
We walked all around and in Kennedy Center. Nothing spectacular was playing but we saw a cute comedy.
So...all's well that ends well....
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Friday, November 18, 2011

Virginia visits my kids with me!

When Virginia and I boarded a plane to Washington D.C., Dulles Airport, my kids and V insisted I use a wheel chair...so it was waiting for me when we passed over our boarding passes...and from then on, I was being ushered while my poor friend had to practically run to keep up...and I felt so embarrassed.   I could not get used to this at all.  I felt like I was in Atlantic City being wheeled by an elderly man in a rickshaw.

Then it's time for our security check...V wore socks so she wouldn't get germs from their floor...stupid me, I never thought of that...and besides I couldn't get through right away because I was buzzing.  Yes, I had a metal lipstick tube in my pocket.  I felt like an idiot

We arrived our usual 2 hours early and both of us started reading..but I think  our attentions were on the people who were coming and going.  No recession in this airport.  The younger folks waiting all had computers and they were busily working.   Others were texting or having breakfast.

We finally went over to Checker's and Virginia said she just had to have their french fries.  It was a different kind of meal than I would have eaten at that hour, but I ordered the same thing.   Oh were those ever delicious.  I nibbled at every crumb...I was right to follow her lead.  She said they're famous for that.   What do I know???

Bob and Arlene had taken us to the airport and schlepped our baggage out of their trunk of which I was very grateful.

Anyway, finally we boarded first because I had reserved a wheel chair and I feel like I'm cheating because I'm not really handicapped.

Right before we take off I glance over at Virginia and I notice that she's praying...and again I feel guilty, like I'm riding her shirttails...using her prayer to deliver me safely.

Her prayers were definitely answered because not only did we have a safe journey...but a very pleasant one with Jeff and Donna who met us in the airport with great big smiles and lots of hugs.

What better service...I ask you!

Wednesday, November 16, 2011

And it's a new day!

I rarely get to watch the miraculous wee hours of the night unfold into daylight, when the sun comes  peeking through, very softly, and it's the  beginning of another day that our Creator has granted us.

I know this is a poor analogy, but this is how I feel when I first start my computer....very very gradually it lights up. ...into spectacularness!

First I see all the special icons like stars in the sky that my kids have picked for me.. and as I eye each one, it seems to say....pick me, pick me.   I'm here to serve you...whatever you desire!

Then I tap Email......and the top of the complete page forms all the information that has been stored there by the magical computer wizard.
With complete wonderment, I watch all this unfold...and oh yes,  I mustn't forget, it gives a complete yawn when it's ready...or maybe when it's bored with my choices.

Now it's my turn to see all that has transpired.      I'm ready to face a new day.    I have my morning cup of java (not the script)...and I'm ready to read my Washington Post......everything that occurred while I was sleeping.

Although in the wee hours of the morning I somtimes hear Jeff take over my puter......checking everything out......and I look at the clock and my heart breaks because I know he's having another sleepless night.

With my computer, I feel connected to the whole world....and that' why it's called www.

Im so grateful  that I'm living in this time slot......because I'm never lonely.  I recall being so thrilled to go to Office Depot to buy a small wooden desk with a slideout shelf for the keyboard....and then I pounced upon a chair that was adjustable...which is just what I need.   Next a mouse pad....and I was in business.

  Now it was up to Jeff and Donna to give me 300% patience on how to use the mouse..and the keyboard and the icons....never thought I'd get the hang of it.  They explained everything to me...even took it apart so I could see its workings.   A really outstanding service is Skype.   Bought a little camera and every single week I get to visit with my kids for about 2 hours...they sit in two chairs and we see each other and we talk.  Sometimes Bandit, one of their dogs, sits on their laps...and this is a treat too.

You Tube also plays a very important role in my everyday life.   Any song that I desire to hear...it's here.  I feel so lucky!

Everything they showed me was important...but what stands out most is my blog that they set up for me..and that's been such an outlet of my rememberings...kind of makes my life come together.

 And my Hallmark cards that they taught me to make..and I've never bought any since... the receivers of my cards all compliment me.

I musn't forget my little digital camera that I can plug into Picassa photo gallery  and store all the pictures of the people I love and the events like weddings...permanent records of their lives.

Didn't realize that   I would be this enthusiastic about an inanimate object. 

I often wonder if it wasn't for Jeff and Donna...would I still be so interested....and that's a big question....and I don't know the answer!

Wednesday, November 2, 2011

I'm supposed to be in good shape now!

......I've entered a new phase of my life....yep, water therapy for my old acky, and not so agile bones, plus lacking good balance.   So, now I'm learning how to climb steps again..and it's not that I didn't have the opportuity...I have a loft.    I'm blaming myself because I could have prevented some of this instead of spending so much time on my computer.
I'm old...and I don't know exactly when that came to pass.  I used to run instead of walking...I did stairs 2 at a time...and I was never tired.

There are decades in my life that I can't quite account for...there are also some that I wish were frozen in time...so enjoyable they were.   Life is good...and we're guests on this planet to enjoy ourselves.

The ones I can't account for...I've blocked from a part of my brain...too terrible to remember...but I've had tons of good years.

And today as I sit at my computer, I cannot get over the fact that every person is accounted for.   For instance, I also got fitted for hearing aids a week ago...and the audiologist said I see that you're keeping them in your ears about 17 hours a day...but that you don't go out much.

BIG BROTHER IS WATCHING!    Her computer is like a GPS for the hearing impaired.

I explained to her that I watched The Music Man on TV and Shirley Jones didn't sound like the woman I remember.   She had a tinny quality to her voice.   Is this my new life...hearing voices differently that I recall.

When the wind blows it sounds like a hurricane...sounds are very exaggerated.

Anyway, we've come a long way from the bull horn that folks would put up to their ear and shout....what'd you say?  Of course, I'm going way back, even before my time...when you would put a seashell to your ear and hear the ocean roar.

I'll have to go to the beach one of these days and see if I can find such a shell.

But, heck, I don't have to do that.  I'm just 4 miles from the Atlantic Ocean...I can just go down there and hear it for myself with my new hearing aids.  

And while there, I'll appreciate just observing this enormous body of water and maybe see a sailboat or two..or maybe a gambling ship...just 3 nautical miles from land...and I don't have to lose any money....our government's doing a good job of doing that for me.

Friday, October 21, 2011

My Cousin Harvey...once removed!

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We really never got to know each other well, except in our writings.   I can't compare this college professor to my 'thoughts' but that is how we keep in touch.

If we were to meet on the street...would we pass each other without recognition.   Possibly!   I'm ten years older and he has traveled the world over and seems to know someone wherever he goes.

He has done an interesting family tree on my father's side...and he has traveled many oceans to meet his cousins and other family members.   

Harvey is very honest and political in his writings and I think he might have been a wonderful ghost writer for anyone of our presidents.    He and his wife Carmen came to visit me two years ago and had wonderful conversation about his traveling.

I'm the opposite...my comfort zone is right in my own home...and I'm delighted to visit all over the world on National Geographic or the Travel Channel.

Harvey wrote 'We Can Gather Together'...and I felt loaded with pride when I absorbed his wise words.

I'm delighted that Harvey is in my family tree.   His mother, my first cousin, would have been so proud of him....so I'm speaking for her.  If Harvey lived closer than California, I'm sure he could give me great pointers to improve my writing skills...but it is what is is!




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Monday, September 26, 2011

Carry Me Back to Ole Virginnie


It's been 7 years since I last visited my kids in Virginia. Sure, I see them often...but I wanted to go to their house. Virginia, my friend, and I went to visit Jeff, Donna, their cats and two dogs.

Recently they installed an endless pool in their basement...and they created a beautiful atmosphere in blue for this magic piece of equipment, that you control with a remote, of how much current you need to swim in place.

I went in and it was just wonderful. I saw their new wood floors, and outside the landscaping was just magnificent.

Unfortunately, their two beagle dogs, found grubs in the ground and kept digging to get them ....that's part of their doggie nature...but either Jeff or Donna must be constantly watching and scolding for their mischievous behavior.

The dogs, Lucy and Bandit, are very loveable...weigh about 40 pounds and think they're lap dogs.

They took us to unique restaurants and we were impressed. Also took a motor trip to Skyline Drive, which is God's artistry..and I kept having to swallow, because we kept climbing up and up.

Paul, my nephew, came over one night for dinner and Donna had grilled chicken breasts, corn on the cob and baked potatoes...and we topped off our meal with Apple pie and whipped cream or ice cream.

I did what I thought I would never do...went on a wheel chair in the airports and it was a blessing.

I'm old...I had a lot of trouble climbing their stairs to the 2nd floor. Somebody was always ready to carry my purse and jacket down the stairs for me.

They were perfects hosts....and now I'm back home.....but Jeff and Donna...and Virginia too, insist I climb to my loft at least once a day....and I will do that.

Thursday, September 1, 2011

My Disappointment!

In our toy store,  as soon as you'd walk thru the doors, we had about 20% of our space letting Western Publishing occupy the shelves...mainly Golden Books.  We also had a revoving rack containing many volumes of literature for the eyes of young children.

One of the volumes that pleased me was A Child's Garden of Verses...and nobody touched it.  Everyone would walk right by...and I took this personally since I had ordered heavy believing this would be a hit.

Why did I feel this way?     When I was a very young child of about 4, my Mother  encouraged me to recite this poem....and it's touched my heart since.

I don't believe many children today even heard of it.....and here it is!
 

CONTENTS · BIBLIOGRAPHIC RECORD
Stevenson, Robert Louis (1850–1894). A Child’s Garden of Verses and Underwoods. 1913.
19. My Shadow
I HAVE a little shadow that goes in and out with me,
And what can be the use of him is more than I can see.
He is very, very like me from the heels up to the head;
And I see him jump before me, when I jump into my bed.
The funniest thing about him is the way he likes to grow—        
Not at all like proper children, which is always very slow;
For he sometimes shoots up taller like an India-rubber ball,
And he sometimes gets so little that there’s none of him at all.
He hasn’t got a notion of how children ought to play,
And can only make a fool of me in every sort of way. 
He stays so close beside me, he’s a coward you can see;
I’d think shame to stick to nursie as that shadow sticks to me!
One morning, very early, before the sun was up,
I rose and found the shining dew on every buttercup;
But my lazy little shadow, like an arrant sleepy-head, 
Had stayed at home behind me and was fast asleep in bed.


Tuesday, August 16, 2011

Memories of New Kensington, Pa...and I found Fred!


Hilda Gordon posted to Fred Lukac
Fred, I'm so happy that our toy store in downtown New Kensington, had an impact on your life. Those days are just memories now. Thanks.
Fred Lukac Hilda.....I can remember it as if it were yesterday. That was probably 35 years ago. Downtown was a great place. They say its better to love and lost than to never had loved at all. Well, at least we have the memories of the good old days.

Hilda Gordon I'm curious to know if you came into our store looking for football shoulder pads...or did you just stumple on this them. Were they sturdy enough to protect you? We really didn't carry too much sports equipment being we were right next door to Jacobs Sporting.

 

Fred Lukac The pads were for backyard football only. I'm not sure how much they protected me or not. All I know is that i was one excited little boy.


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I was so excited when I found this young man who actually recalls going into our toy store.  I often wonder if anyone has memories of  visiting our store when they were downtown.
My husband and I operated this magical kingdom groomed for little boys and girls.   We tried very hard to have an inventory related for the well-being of our young customers....and to make them happy and good memories.
Our town has died as did a lot of the downtowns across America.   Malls took over and then bigger stores like Children's Palace and Costco.
We were the mom and pop stores that unfortunately no longer exist today.

Wednesday, August 10, 2011

How sad for my friend...depression time!

I was at a movie with my girlfriend Jean...and she was reading a telegram delivered to Loretta  Young...her lover was killed in the war.
And I couldn't make out the writing
I couldn't read it.   Yes, the doctor confirmed, I was near-sighted and would need glasses. 

When I got my glasses, I was so thrilled I could see the individual leaves on a tree...and not just a big green mass.

We sat in double seats in 7th Grade and I was sitting with Rosie Iozzi.   I noticed when I would copy the work from the blackboard, that she would squint and couldn't see...and had failing grades.

I didn't realize at the time that all glasses had a different prescription..so as soon as I copied the work on the board, I would hand over my glasses to her so that she could copy it into her notebook.    Well, amazingly enough, we had a pretty close fit because it worked.

So for the rest of the year, I copied my work and passed my glasses on to her.

We never complained.   After all these years, I'm not sure anything would have been done to alleviate the situation................these were dark depression years when deprived children got free milk.

My Father always worked...we were the lucky ones.   We also had help in our house.    A coalminer's  daughter would live  at our house and become one of the family.  If we went to a movie...she went.     These girls would stay with us until they married and we went to the weddings in a hall....their families were happy to have us because it was one less mouth for them to feed.  I think we paid $3.00 a week...that was the going  rate.   My mother taught these girls to be good housekeepers.    My sister and I still had to help with the dishes and make our own beds.   We had the 'good life'.

Now that I look back at  those bleak years, why oh why didn't I go to  the principal or  teacher and complain.  It never even entered my mind.   I  think I have matured since then.

Today...I'm old and smart...and  would certainly fight for the social issues of glasses.  I look back at those times and I believe that's when I learned about sharing.

I wonder  if Rose Iozzzi remembers those days...or if she's even still alive.   I'm a member of United Order of True Sisters and one of the agendas of our budget is to buy eyeglasses for needy children.

Friday, July 15, 2011

Eric and Ryan (both married men)-- Love Makes the World Go Round!

I watched them grow from a distance.   Geography always alluded my direct presence in their lives, but vicariously I watched both boys grow up.   We had a toy store and I do believe they had one of everything that we stocked!

In the last two months, I have attended two sensational, spectacular weddings...one in Chicago and the other in Long Island.   Everyone so dressed up...and yes, a place to go....weddings!  Some people cry at weddings...not me..I was thrilled and I smiled during the entire ceremony!

At Eric's wedding, I walked down the aisle on Ryan's arm....and at Ryan's ...I walked down the aisle with  Eric....I was so honored and thrilled...that I could participate in this most important event in both their lives. 

They both fell in love with lovely brides, thanks to J Date.   My heart is so full of love and caring and

wanting them to have enriched lives with their brides.

My only regret was that my sister and brother-in-law weren't here to see these joyous events...how proud and happy this would have made them.

Eric and Becky...Ryan and Daniela...two very newly-married couples setting out in this very complicated world of shoes off at airports, terrorists, and recession economy.   My generation has a lot of explaining to do to pass this bad stuff on to you.   

Becky is a doctor and Daniela is a doctor-to-be....so I know both boys will be in good hands....and so will their patients.  When I met both girls, I was so impressed with how smart and beautiful they both are.

I so enjoyed your weddings and watching you exchange rings and vows.

My family has now expanded....I have great nieces...and what a great feeling that is.

I just hope I can live up to being a great aunt to these two special women.   I adore them!

Monday, May 23, 2011

Eric and Becky get married!


When I think about Eric's and Becky's recent lovely wedding, I have to go back two generations. When Eric's grandparents, whom he never met stood under the chupa exchanging vows that lasted 11 years.
That was all the years Elayne, my sister, had. They had one son, Paul!

Then when Paul and Barbara, in Maryland, exchanged those same meaningful vows, under their chupa...and they begat Eric and Ryan, my two wonderful great nephews.

And now it was Eric's turn...he grew up and found a lovely girl to marry. I went to their wedding, and and in the true tradition of Jewishness, they were also married under a chupa.

While all this was going on, looking at their sweet backs, my mind returned  to the other weddings that brought this one to be created....and my mind recalled these lovely memories....until I heard Eric's foot stomp down on the glass and I knew that my Eric and Becky were One in the Eyes of God.

How Blessed Am I that I have been allowed  to be present at these 3 weddings that brought me here..today...to this moment!

I feel so full of loving emotion as I write this...and wish for them the happiest journey that life can bestow!.....be happy, my children!
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Monday, May 2, 2011

Outrageously difficult!!!!

Things, including packaging have sure changed.   When we had our toy store, a blister package was a thin sheet of plastic over the item, and you would pull it apart as easily as peeling a banana.

Today, not so.   It's just about the hardest chore on my schedule these days.   However, I have a wonderful friend...Virginia, who lives right next door to me.  One day she walked over with a present for me....a good pair of scissors made for slicing into todays's blister pack. 

When she brought it over, I thought I would never have occasion to use it.

Well...this gift returned me from insanity to being very functional.

My old cell phone wouldn't hold a charge....so I made a new purchase of an upgraded one.   Not only was the phone in rigid heavy-duty plastic....but the battery also came locked in a blister of it's own.

I wonder if the manufactures over in  China giggled as they constructed these...............saying those stupid Americans will be cursing over this.

Anyway, back to Virginia and her magic shears.....cut right through all  those heavy layers...and finally after cutting this way and that way.....hooray, I was able to retrieve my purchase.

Now....all I have to do is study the instructions.        Help Virginia!!!!!!!    And while I was struggling to open this...Jeff and Donna were on Skype with me...watching...and I don't want them to know how weak I am.

They were exchanging the $300. that they had entered into my old phone and  putting that amount into my new cell.

Now I have to wait for someone to call me!  I gotta use up some of that money!

Monday, April 11, 2011

Nebraska

I don't know a single soul that I've met in my lifetime who came from Nebraska.  Yet this state name on my caller I.D. has been tormenting me for about 4 months.

When they first started calling...it was for "Make a Wish" for children.   Naturally, I gave.

Next it was for Breast Cancer....and naturally I gave.

Now I am on this professional fund raiser's sucker list.    I get calls twice a day...different times...sometimes there's no one even on the line....and sometimes I hear a woman's voice.

Now I know these telemarkets are just trying to make a living....and they do it with leads.   Once I say yes to them.....20 seconds later, I get another call to confirm my donation.

Well today...I took action!!       When the phone rang and I saw it was once again the familiar Nebraska,,,,,,and this very sweet voice starts to talk.....and I interrupt her and let her know that these calls are destroying my sanity....making me crazy....and   I can't stand them...and therefore, I'm giving  no more donations.

Very sweetly she said  she understood...and would put me on the 'don't call l list.  ...but it'll take about a month.

I thanked her profusely....grateful, I won't  be bothered anymore.

So long Nebraska!!!!!!!!!I just hope it  works.

Thursday, March 10, 2011

Comcast and me...on the deep end!


So much patience...I don't know how they do it!   About 4 years ago, Jeff and Donna gave me a gift that keeps on giving TiVo which I just enjoyed so much.    I couldn't get over the technology of it.   I could miss my programs and still watch them.   Unbelievable!

And then Comcast decided no more analog...just digital TV.   Well, that screwed up the works.   Two different servicemen from this company came to look..and didn't know what it was all about.    One just asked if he could use my microwave to warm up his lunches.   Anyway, everyone I know got a different bill for this service...and I'm tired arguing.   My friend Virginia says I have no fire in my belly.

Perhaps she's right.
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Monday, March 7, 2011

Are all Unions getting busted?

It sure is a sad state of affairs especially in the state of Wisconsin.   My Father was a very staunch union advocate....he was president of his local union.  If not for this, he never would have had a vacation.   I recall when I was about  6 or 7 my father said goodby to us at the railroad station.   We were going for 2 weeks to Atlantic City, but without my father.   I remember looking out the window watching him wave to us...and my tears streamed.

If unions are removed from our society...then we have no middle class.   I'm thinking of school teachers who really do their best to bring our children to be the very best they can be.

The world, as we knew it, will never be the same as it was.  It all has to do with cheap imports who employ people at a fraction of what our union workers are earning.    And the workmanship is surprisingly good.   Go to any Dollar Store and you'll know what I mean.

It concerns me much the world we're leaving to our children.    There used to be a popular song.....Look For The Union Label.......well, let's start  doing that again.   I'm going to try!

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QO7VUklDlQw

Saturday, February 5, 2011

A most different kind of Service!

It was Friday afternoon and I was going to visit my friend in a rehab.   When I got to her room...her bed was empty.   I checked the bathroom--empty!   I checked a family sitting room and a door leading to outside--nobody.

Finally I went to a girl at the desk and told her I had misplaced my friend.   She asked if we were Jewish and when I replied, she told me that she was at Friday Services...Friday evening being the Sabbath for Jewish People...and also Saturday till sunset.    I was then escorted to a room that stunned me!


My eyes and mind took in a vision I have never before experienced.  Wheel chairs lined up in a big room...a full congregation of non-walking Jewish men and women, totally focused on a rabbi and his wife conducting a meaningful Sabbath service

I missed part of the service, but when I entered the room,  the rabbi's wife,  was waving a small American flag and I could hear the congregation  singing from song sheets...God Bless America...and I thought people usually stand when they hear this melody, treating it  almost like it's our national anthem......then I realized, these were folks in wheel chairs being trained to stand again.  And, Please God, let them!

 I thought about Debbie Friedman who passed away just a few weeks ago at age 59 who wrote the Beautiful Song of Healing...mi shebeirach....songs from the heart!  Debbie Friedma

Edie and Roy Dickes  sang a few more songs, both in Hebrew and English, and then sang America the Beautiful and, of course, Hatikvah  

Edie concluded the Service with the hauntingly, beautiful melody from  Carousel....When You Walk Through a Storm Hold Your Head Up High...and Don't Be Afraid of the Dark which she talked thru while the music was softly  playing in the background.

  I was so touched by this that that it struck emotions I didn't know still existed within  me.

.  I just knew that this good Rabbi and his loving wife, performed a mitzvah...she did it in pure Hebrew and the Rabbi in English.

 After this somber rendition,  the rabbi's  wife passed out delicious  brownies that she had baked....and the rabbi  gave us big chunks of cantaloupe.  Then the nursing staff came in and wheeled the patients back to their respective rooms where they will rest and then await dinner.

I will never ever forget this extra special service where everyone  was sitting in  their wheelchairs really focused on the meaning of the Sabbath and praying for a recovery.
 

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Sunday, January 9, 2011

My Lady of Mystery!

I adore her...she moved next door to me... and she's so different than anyone I've ever known in my life.

Virginia came into my life and I have never  thought about anything in the same way again.

Is it geography...she comes from Missouri....but she's not back-woods...in fact, quite the opposite...she's up on just about everything.

Every day I find out good things about her....for instance, last week she had me for a New Year's Day luncheon...and it was all very traditional....asssuring us of a good year to come.

We have nothing in common...yet we're good friends.   I'm a a generation older than she is.   She goes to bed about 7 or 8 at night.        I'm a very night person...and I sleep late in the morning.

Virginia greets the paper boy...and she's done with all her shopping by the time I'm turning over  in my bed.     

This lady has had to fend for  herself for many years....and she's done it with grace.

She moved in about  the same time as our big  hurricane and she would come over every time I  lit my grill.....but she just came to socialize.....she  never partook of all the food.    She'd always  say she already ate  

I went with her to a John Lennon art show  downtown....and she was very enthusiastic...and I found it completely  un-artisic....like a first grader.

As I  say.......we are not alike....but she's trying to make me  less wimpy........and I dare say....

it's working!   One  thing I find completely endearing..is the love for the things that she's colllected in her life....and she  has  a complete story about each artifact.    I saw handwork her mother crafted  set in a beautiful frame....and  long pieces of wood that has deep meaning for her.

She's such a good mother...she guides her grownup kids with such loving care.  She's just Goodness.

Thank you,  Virginia  for just being you.

Saturday, January 8, 2011

Saying so long to Jeff and Donna till next week!


Every Sunday morning Jeff, Donna and I Skype!   We talk about this and that....we laugh a lot...and it's

just a wonderful visit.   Even their dogs get in the picture.   I snapped this picture as we're ending our
conversation for another week.

I thank Skype and I thank my kids!

Wednesday, January 5, 2011

Skyping with Barbara and her Baby

This is how I visit with my niece Barbara 3 or 4 times a week.

She's so happy with her life.  Her two sons are engaged to girls becoming doctors.

She has a husband Paul who's really working hard, not just in his job, but at home, putting ceramic tile in the basement.

And then Barb has her little doggie Baby....and I never saw so much love and kisses.

You can see how happy she looks. 

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Sunday, January 2, 2011

A Kodak or Skype Moment!

Every Sunday morning I have a date...with Donna and Jeff. Yep, we're skyping. So when I was summoned to my computer that Jeff and Donna were calling.  This  is what greeted me! I couldn't stop laughing and neither could he.

It was very cold in Virginia and he had been outside shoveling snow and I could just feel his coldness...Skype is that good!

As I glance at this merriment, it brings back memories when Jeff was about 3 l/2 ...he had a little snow shovel and he was really working hard with his father...both removing heavy snow.
I was standing looking out of our picture window and Jeff

was wearing the same attire as in this picture.   When they came back in the house, I had hot cocoa with marshmallows for my men-folk...these sturdy removers of snow

And now....here he is once again....with that same silly lovable grin on his face.

Keep Smiling Jeff !!!!