Confluence

Currently I’m reading Stephen King’s novel, The Outsider. I’m about 4/5 of the way through the book and had to stop and catch my breath. The man certainly knows how to build to a thrilling denouement. I’m sure nightmares are forthcoming.

Somewhere in the pages I’ve already read one of the main characters uses the word confluence. The details of a gruesome murder in one small Oklahoma town and those of a similar crime in Ohio led those investigating the first to discover the second due to a confluence of events.

I began to wonder if I’d ever used the word confluence in a conversation or in writing, and I can say with almost complete certainty that until this day I never had. It’s such a mellifluous word, and fairly rolls off the tongue. Sort of like mellifluous does, come to think about it. I wish I’d used it at some earlier time in my 61 years on this earth.

Yesterday Studly Doright and I went for breakfast at the Broken Egg in Tallahassee. As we waited for our orders to arrive the Neil Diamond song, Thank the Lord for the Night Time, played over the restaurant’s sound system. We’d just heard the same song on Sirius/XM’s channel 6 on our drive across town. So would that be a coincidence or a confluence of events? Or is it just sad that I had to listen to that song twice within a twenty minute period?

The photos above show the confluence of the turquoise blue Havasu Creek with the Colorado River. Neither has anything to do with Neil Diamond.

Peace, people!

A Golf Widow’s Lament

My husband, Studly Doright, is a Golfer. Note the capital “g.” Normally he plays golf every Saturday and Sunday with an occasional Wednesday evening thrown in unless the weather doesn’t permit. And in Florida, the weather permits roughly 98% of the time.

When I was a younger woman I detested the many hours his golf habit kept him from home. I felt like every couple in the world was out strolling with clasped hands at farmers’ markets while Studly and I were separated by a chasm comprised of eighteen holes. I complained a lot. He ignored me.

Then one day about a decade ago I began to enjoy those times when he was on the course. I took myself places he wouldn’t enjoy like public gardens and parks, tea rooms and chick flicks. I went to local nurseries and learned about butterfly gardens. I roamed the aforementioned farmers’ markets and attended art exhibits. In short, I happily cultivated my interests.

Then eight weeks ago Studly had surgery to repair an extrusion of his sciatic nerve. He was in excruciating pain prior to surgery, but managed to play golf right up to the day they cut into him. Golf allowed him to focus on something other than the pain.

The weeks after the surgery have been tough. While his pain has lessened, he has jumpy nerves and restless legs that keep him from sleeping well and reminding him that he’s still recuperating. Worst of all, he won’t be cleared to play golf until the second week of August. That’s about to drive Studly, and me, nuts.

Perhaps if he felt better we might enjoy a few couples’ activities like I used to dream of us doing. But nowadays I really prefer doing things by myself. He’s my favorite guy, but he isn’t a farmers’ market aficionado. Still, if he was up for some outings, I’d gladly include him in my plans

Last evening Studly said in his saddest voice, “I’ve missed at least 16 rounds of golf, but who’s counting?” Broke my heart.

Maybe I can cajole him into going out for breakfast this morning, and we can browse through a motorcycle shop. That’s about as close to a farmers’ market as he’s going to get. Never thought I’d say this, but I am so ready to be a golf widow once again.

Peace, people.

#SecondCivilWar

American propagandist and ranting radio host, Alex Jones is all about spewing lies. Somehow he still has followers, and some of them believe every word his vile mouth says. Last weekend Jones decreed that he had first hand knowledge that the Liberals (he calls us Libtards or Snowflakes) were plotting a second Civil War to begin on July 4th.

Well, Twitter had a heyday with Jones. The hashtag #SecondCivilWar went viral and won the day:

Above is just a meager sampling of the hilarity that ensued from Jones’s declaration. I didn’t enter the fray, but I thought I’d add my own take here:

June 4, 2018

Dearest Studly,

My darling, I know you were hesitant to let me take my place on the front lines, but I knew my role was here at Fort Chick-fil-A on N. Monroe. After many minor skirmishes we have the place surrounded.

The red army has been launching waffle fries laced with ketchup out of the drive-through window to make it appear as though we have sustained significant injuries. Two of my soldiers have received hot grease burns requiring the application of cold compresses.

Currently our resistance fighters are dressed as chickens while clucking strenuously and carrying signs that read “Eat Mor Beef! Eat Mor Beef!” as the enemy sobs.

It pains us so to use poor spelling, but it seems the only way to reach the poor ignorant bastards.

I’ve been awarded a field promotion, and hope to be home soon. War is hell.

Love always,

Lieutenant Nana

Where Did GOP Lawmakers Celebrate American Freedom?

Why would this congressman try to deceive his constituents?

A lot from Lydia

What a lovely photo of US Senator Steve Daines celebrating July 4, 2018, with his wife in DC… but wait… he was, and is, in Moscow. The event is being covered by U.S. and International Press, but he tweeted this photo today. Why is the Senator is implying he was in Washington DC celebrating America’s Independence on July 4?

Innocent people, with nothing to hide, do not attempt this kind of deception.

Fourth from the left is an actual picture of Senator Daines on July 4th in Moscow with some of his congressional comrades.

A partial list of participants below:

Countless GOP lawmakers, traitors, spent Independence Day in Moscow, with Foreign Minister Sergey Lavrov, and other Russians who interfered with our 2016 elections.

Ahead of Trump-Putin summit, Republicans meet with Russian officials in Moscow

As for the latest news on the upcoming scheduled meeting of Traitor Donald Trump with his…

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People for the American Way

I listened today to a Neil Degrasse-Tyson interview with famed writer/producer Norman Lear, who gave us the groundbreaking television shows, “All in the Family” and “Maude” among many others. At the time of the interview, Mr. Lear was 92, so the interview is three years old.

Norman Lear, then and now:

In the interview Mr. Lear mentioned a public service ad that his People for the American Way Foundation produced in the 80’s. It sounded pertinent to today’s issues, so I went in search of the ad. Thanks to google, it was a snap to find. Well, once I remembered the actual name of the foundation, it was a snap. I approve this message.

https://youtu.be/xEyIrGM0K6g

Peace, people!

Prescient

I created something there on stone strewn grounds

Scattered the remains across the fields

Shook my fist at an orange sky

My works crumbled in the making

Two figures approached

Appraising, frowning, drowning

I tried to explain how the piece should look

My entreaties were not sufficient for the cause

Melting words in a melting world

Pompeii

Pompeii

Does Your Child Have a Lawyer?

Thoughts for our day celebrating freedom. Read more from alotfromlydia.wordpress.com.

A lot from Lydia

https://twitter.com/real_farmacist/status/1014191403440713728?s=12

To celebrate the 4th of July

Congress took sabbatical all this week

Meanwhile 2000 migrant children cry,

Kidnapped, they do not understand, or speak

The language their captors question them in

Ordered to court and put before a judge

Witness this, America’s latest sin,

Our President— a racist with a grudge

This GOP party, power hungry, obscene

Claim they oppose severing families, still

Innocents kidnapped and caged haven’t seen

Their parents, don’t know when or if they will

Stolen babies cry. This is injustice.

Reps with their families, without concessions

Shame on Trump, shame on members of Congress,

Shame on ICE, shame that disgrace Jeff Sessions

Immigrant toddlers ordered to appear in court alone

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Parade

Praying for Eyebrowz

She sat on the tailgate
of an old green Ford,
her narrow denim clad hips
wedged between an Igloo cooler
and a box of faded red rags.
Scuffed boots swinging.

The whoop whoop of a siren
heralded the coming display
of a starched color guard,
eliciting a respectful salute,
grandparents demonstrating
flag etiquette for the young.

Then came beauty queens smiling,
perching precariously on the
pinnacle of a tissue paper
decorated semi-trailer in gowns
of taffeta, satin, and lace.
Tiaras glittering in the sun.

She waved at those high school
princesses, pulling funny
faces to make them laugh.
That was her talent, after all.
Hardly anyone took her
seriously as the parade passed.

Marching bands from rival
schools vied for favor
as the sun heated the summer
Texas day; twirlers in spangled
shorts tossing batons inspired
ooohs and ahhs from the crowd.

Reaching inside the battered
Igloo, she dug deep…

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Have a Laugh

When I don’t have anything to say, I let others do it for me. Some of these I found on Facebook, others on Pinterest. I figured we could all use a giggle. Note that I’ve grouped them for your consideration.

Diagnostic jokes:

Acupuncture, anyone?

Something to make you think:

A couple of unicorn jokes:

A bit of humor for the aging:

And one that made me snort:

Finally, Studly Doright and I laughed ourselves silly over this YouTube video. I really wish you all could hear his laugh. It’s really why I stay married to the man. 😉😉https://youtu.be/HFFgCTKy2c4 Peace, people!