A Question?

Short and to the point.

I, finally, read all my followed posts where email was sent to me (over 100).  Now, it has been 2.5 days and there have been absolutely no emails from any of you regarding new posts.  I checked a couple people who I know write all the time and there are new posts out there.  I have not been notified.  I have looked at my settings and don’t see anything wrong and, besides, never changed them.

Can anyone help me?  I am still receiving comments and, if you are reading this, my posts are going out.





That 4-Letter Word

Hate – yup, that one.  I have seen it off and on my entire life.  However, now I see it a bit differently. Here’s why:

This last election was a very temper-driven one, as Shakespeare said, “Full of Sound and fury, signifying nothing” (Macbeth, I believe).

I look at our nation right now and I don’t see that much has changed.  It is just as anger-filled as it was with Pres, Obama.  People think that his 8 years were directed toward peace and some tenderness.  They, apparently, weren’t listening to the shouting going on behind the scenes, the Republicans who were very unhappy with the results of the presidency.  Even now, those words ring out.

And for those now screaming about the Republicans and Obama rip, don’t forget the “quiet, calm” Democrats screaming and yelling and starting fights at Republican conventions.  Don’t forget all the hate-filled words tossed out now at the current president, Donald Trump.  Yes, all that has changed is the sides.  Hate still reigns.

Not totally what I was going to write about, but I do let my words go where they might.  This all stemmed from a very emotional TED talk:  Revolutionary Love .

You watch all 22 minutes and see if she doesn’t make you either tear up or, at least, think about the way it all is.  Hate is not much of an answer.

I said it started with the TED talk, but what really did it was another wonderful dating site wonder.  Here, I had another woman who wrote tons of wonderful stuff, things I was interested in, a person I wanted to know.  Then, her last line in her profile:

“If you voted for Trump, pass me by.”

I don’t remember if I actually did it, but I know I really thought about writing her back and saying, “Please change your profile and put the last line first.  You will waste less of my time.”

What angered me was not that she did not want to go out with Trump supporters.  That is as much her right as mine to date younger women or non-BBWs.  Both are fine.  So are older women and BBWs.  I have said this.  It is just a preference.  My statement may have sounded the same.  I ask that if you are older or BBW you know that you might not be my preference, however, I have spoken to and been interested in both.  People are people.  You cannot make a blanket statement.  I put those preferences in there because if I decide to meet an older woman or a BBW, then I want to be the one to choose.  I do see that either can be a very wonderful, beautiful person whom I would be lucky to know and, perhaps, even luckier to date.  But I just don’t want to be inundated with them in my inbox.  Let me look and decide on my own. I feel the same for the women who do not wish to date someone who voted for Trump – your choice.

However, that is not the problem here.  The problem is that I mention that there is nothing inherently wrong with BBWs or older women (at least, I try to make that effort).  The women who I read who do not want to see a Trump voter do not acknowledge that a person who supports or voted for President Trump can be a worthwhile person.  They, basically, hate anyone who voted for him.  I have said many times that I don’t fully agree with President Trump’s stands/views.  I do support LBGTQ.  I am fine with single-sex marriages. I am not in favor of just sending all refugees back to their countries (though, if you read, Trump isn’t either).  I have problems with a lot of his stands.  However, I did not want Ms. Clinton at the helm of our country.  It was something I could not support.  And, after watching Donald Trump overcome such odds in the Primary, I felt he would be our best chance of keeping her out.  Do I hate Hilary?  No…I don’t hate anyone.  I just think her agenda does not go well with an America that is what I wish to see in America.  Is President Trump’s vision mine?  No.  But, I think we will survive his presidency better.  It was a matter of degrees.  That is what I wish people would see in place of just hate.

Hate is filling our streets.  We are angry at so much and taking it out on any target we are given that is deemed acceptable by someone we believe in.  Hate.  A four-letter word.  I hope (another 4 letter word) that we will set the hate aside and go more in the direction of Love (yet another).  Be the change…Ghandi was right.  We had to do it.  No one else may.



Global and Body Warming – 2 stories

First, on Global warming, I have liked Mr. Al Gore from the beginning of his work on global warming.  Now, he has updated his works and has a very positive note to share:

Secondly,  Body warming…ME.

A few days ago, I went to the Anderson St. Vincent Hospital to see my Heart Dr.  This was a pre-surgery check and I passed it with flying colors.  He told me I was doing wonderfully in the heart department (always nice to hear).

I decided that, since I was already, at the hospital, I would go to the testing building (Erskine Center).  I drove the 2 blocks over and sat in my car for a time.  I know I napped a bit.  I heard a noise and woke up.  Looking around, I saw nothing; then I heard something louder.  I shut off the engine to the car and steam began pouring from a corner of the hood.  I got out and, when it had stopped steaming, I opened the hood.  I went to the reservoir tank and very slowly opened the cap.  Suddenly, the cap blew from my hand and I say greenish (water and anti-freeze) mixture spout up.  I threw my hand up in front of my face and felt a terrible pain on my hand.  I stepped away from the car and raised my hand to look at it.  This, I think, allowed the hot liquid to pour down my arm.  I knew I was burned, burning.  I put my hand on top of the car roof (It was cold out).  I decided this wasn’t enough and put my hand into the snow that was left on the trunk.  I used my right hand (I am a lefty) to scoop the snow on top of my hand and wrist.  Looking back, I should have ripped my coat off and put my entire left arm into the snow.  As it was, my arm from my wrist to about 1/2 way to my elbow took the worst of the burn.  I got my chair walker out of the back seat and began heading to the ER 2 blocks away.  Within seconds I knew I couldn’t make it there and headed into the Erskine Center.

The woman at the reception desk in the test area asked me if it was raining.  I said “no” and told her what happened.  She gasped and said she would call 911.  I told her that I did not want to pay $2000 for a 2-block trip.  She said she would call security.  He arrived a few minutes later and we got into the vehicle.

When we arrived at the ER, it took me, him, and the valet to get my walker back open so I could go in.  They got me straight in and I began the wait.  I finally saw an NP (Nurse Practitioner).  I did not like the way she came across nor the way she handled the situation.  I told this to a survey person that next day.  Regardless, the regular nurse (who was excellent), used water to clean the area and put on a silver solution (good stuff), then dressed the wound.  We made an appointment next day with my new primary physician.  I was told that a burn can take 24 hours to let you know how bad it is going to be.  I was told to change the dressing that evening.

Here is what I found when I took off the bandages:

KODAK Digital Still Camera

KODAK Digital Still Camera

Yeah, bad…Today, 4 days later, I have changed the dressings almost 6 times.  The blisters have either ruptured or been absorbed, the burned area is larger, the color of the skin under the dead skin is very red.  I feel some pain and itching.  I am told that is good because no pain can mean nerve damage.  It is healing.  I am healing.  I go to the Wound Center in Anderson on Tuesday.  I will know more then, though I know they will “debris”(?) the wound – remove the skin and clean it thoroughly – that’s gonna hurt!

I am learning to use my right hand more and deal with pain even better.  I was already good at that, but this raised the bar.  I am still on schedule for my hip surgery soon.



A Whimsical Tale

Friday Fictioneers is run by Rochelle. This week’s  picture prompt comes to us by way of Sandra Crook.  Enjoy other stories Here.


I stood in front of the nearly-ruined building.  The streetlight standing in front looked just like one from the video game “Fallout 4”.  I marveled at the way the structure managed to remain standing, again like “Fallout 4”.  As I continued my search, my gaze settled on the Smart Car sitting in front of the building.  I had always wanted one of those.  Suddenly, it started its own engine, then simply pulled forward a few yards and took off…from the ground and into the air!  Was there someone inside?  Was the door gone? My! Now, I want one of THOSE!


100 Words – Namaste,


Winnie! Enjoy Your Day You Old Bear You!

I read that today is Winnie-the-Pooh Day.  If it isn’t, too bad, it is here.  I have been a big fan since I was little.  Winnie was on the TV and I loved those cartoons. I would watch them every time they came on.  I loved him getting stuck in the bee hive, in rabbit’s house (same episode), playing in the rain, and all the others.  Didn’t like the movie or the newer stuff near as much, but I am older and it was different artists and different voices.

Winnie filled my life.  I had (may still have) a book called “The Tao of Pooh”.  I do have many Winnie stuffies of different sizes.  In fact, when my daughter and son-in-law got their dog, Winnie, I gave her a Winnie stuffie and she slept with it!  I did the same for the next dog, Rue (after Roo in Winnie). and the dog loves the stuffie, too.

That old bear was kinda a friend to me back then, along with a lot of other fantasy people and characters.  I enjoyed that part of my life.  It was my getaway and hideout when the world got to me (which was very often then).  Now, I just enjoy memories and new friends, living and fantasy.  What’s life without imagination?  – boring.




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