On the ninth day of March, I negated nine new non-essential items from ‘neath the bathroom counter. Nice!
I’m starting a journey to my daughter’s home in western Illinois, so today’s post was rather hurried. I’ve written some of my posts in advance, lest I be tempted to skip a day.
Peace, people!
https://www.facebook.com/Beth.wallis.okstate/posts/10212329770266234
Teachers all over the U.S. are taking a stand for their profession. Just this week teachers in West Virginia successfully held out for a 5% wage increase, and Oklahoma teachers are poised to follow their example.
I’ve attached a link from Beth Wallis, an educator in Oklahoma who has written one of the best pieces I’ve read explaining the necessity of teachers advocating strongly for higher wages, for the good of their students, teachers, and the very communities in which they live.
I taught. Every word Ms. Wallis writes rings so true it makes my heart ache. I’m rooting for her and for her fellow educators. I hope you will, too.
Images from Pinterest:
https://fourthgenerationteacher.blogspot.com/2018/03/stop-equating-teachers-with-martyrs.html?m=1
Shopping totes, so many shopping totes. Someone might need an intervention. It’s sad. Seriously. Stop!
How am I doing on my alliteration? On a scale of 1 to 10, I believe today only rates a 4. I’ll strive to do better tomorrow.
On this seventh days I surrendered:
Assorted sweets and sadly expired stuff from the shelves of my now spotless fridge. Certainly some should have seen the inside of the trash compactor several seasons past.
Studly Doright was busy working on Tuesday morning, so after I ran a couple of errands I took myself to see the film, Annihilation. I knew Studly wouldn’t want to see this movie. You see my big strong man doesn’t dig entertainment that makes viewers squeal in horror or recoil in disgust. That’s my bag.
I haven’t yet read the book, but I’m eager to download it now. The author, Jeff Vandermeer, lives in Tallahassee, and I hear he frequents Wells Brothers, one of my favorite burger joints. What I wouldn’t give to pick his brain!
Y’all know I don’t really do movie reviews, but I loved everything about this film: The strong female cast led by Natalie Portman, the jaw dropping suspense, the special effects, and pitch perfect soundtrack. And the ending! Holy cow. But spelling “Annihilation” is a bitch. Spell check kept laughing at me as I struggled to write this, offering no viable suggestions.
Go see this film anyway, one doesn’t need to be able to spell Annihilation in order to enjoy it. Then send me a message. I need to discuss it with someone. Hurry.
Peace, people.
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If we come out of this Trump blip in history with a lesson learned it will be that everything is connected. Trump/Russia is a tree with many branches.
Chaos is the flower bud on the Trump/Russia tree, and Trump thrives on chaos, or he claims to. The White House has been in a constant state of it since he took office, and Trump is playing the “I meant to do that” game.
Russians grew Trump. At root, he owes them money but, that scary mob of axe wielding thugs has something else over him, and they use it to control him.
Since chaos is a flower on the Trump/Russia tree, the fruit must be fear. Putin punishes mistakes and disloyalty.
Case in point— Sergei Skripal, a former Soviet spy, who had been cooperating with investigators, is hospitalized in critical condition after being exposed to an unknown substance in the UK…
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On Day Six of March I offer up a row of Reader’s Digests ready to repose in the recycling receptacle or in a rheumatologist’s waiting room. Radical, right?
Does anyone think a book titled Dumbed Down: Alliteration for Dummies is marketable? ‘Cause I might have mastered the art. Or not.
A Meetup friend and I made plans to eat sushi at Izzy’s, a restaurant in Tallahassee’s trendy midtown area. I’d never heard anything about the food at Izzy’s, but my friend said they had trivia on Monday nights, so I jumped at the chance to go. We invited others from Meetup, but in the end it was just “Shirley” and me who were able to make it.
Izzy’s had a cool vibe, and the place was hopping when we arrived. Shirley and I ordered drinks, an appetizer, and a sushi roll and settled in to play the game. The crowd was considerably younger than we were, so when we had to choose a name for our two-person trivia team we came up with “Not Your Moms,” to the delight of everyone in the restaurant.
Our drinks and an outstanding appetizer of hummus and warm naan bread arrived fairly quickly, and we ate as we played the first couple of rounds. At the end of those rounds we were in fifth place out of seven teams, ahead of a group called “Boy” and another I never could quite understand.
By the third round, Shirley and I had given up on our sushi roll ever being delivered. We kicked butt on questions in that round, though, so all was good. We ended up canceling our order, and that was a crying shame. It looked amazing.
After the fourth and final round, “Not Your Moms” was in third place! Not too shabby! And I made friends with one of the players from team “Boy.” His name is Ross and he gave me his door prize, this stunning necklace of Christmas lights.
I really needed that necklace, you know. What a fun evening. I’m glowing.
The high point of the night, though, was my correct guess of Weezer during the music round. Not bad for an old broad.
Peace, people.
On day 5 of March, I turned to the recycle/reuse cabinet of my kitchen. And what did I find there? Plastics. Plenty of plain, plastic repositories for putting away paltry paraphernalia. Plastics.
Side note, the tall container was the jug I mixed the nasty liquid laxative in preparation for a colonoscopy I had several years ago. What kind of person saves her colonoscopy prep bottle? Don’t answer that.
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Peace, people.
On Sunday I met up with members of the Tallahassee Women’s Meetup group for a visit to Birdsong Nature Center outside of Thomasville, Georgia. This was my second visit to Birdsong, and I had eagerly anticipated the trip.
http://www.birdsongnaturecenter.org
Anticipation can sometimes be the enemy, and leave one feeling disappointed by reality, but Birdsong delivered the magic once again.
Here are just a few of my extremely amateurish photos.
Dogwood in bloom:
A titmouse at the window:
A bright red cardinal:
Wild azaleas:
A nice fat woodpecker:
An even fatter squirrel:
The Listening Place:
And one more cardinal:
What a glorious day!
Peace, people.
Praying for Eyebrowz 
