So many people are exercising their free speech about the deadly school shooting in Florida, that I have decided to not chime in and just listen. It’s very educational to hear what people have to say about what was or was not done, and how to prevent such a tragedy from happening again.
The problem is, they keep going over the same things over and over, and that is why the problem never gets solved.
It’s tough to have two months with most of their days falling on exactly the same date twice in a row. February and March are like twins, only March came three days early. Our calendars are so mixed up already, with Daylight Saving and some February months having a leap day (and some years having a leap second), no wonder we’re always confused. Fortunately this February has been relatively mild weather-wise, and March promises to be even better. So the trees will be starting to blossom, and daylight will last a bit longer, and we have three extra days to enjoy March. It doesn’t make getting through February any easier.
I don’t own a microwave, nor do I have a slow cooker. This means I prepare everything in real time, I guess. There are a lot of handy devices out there, including fast cookers which are not microwaves. None of them make sense to me. I guess I have finally arrived at the stage in my life at which new technology is a mystery.
The slow cooker advertises that you an make a cake or cook a whole chicken. I always thought of it as a pot roast machine. Just throw in the meat and vegetables and a few other things you supposedly have in your pantry, and set it before you go to work. If your house doesn’t burn down, you have an entire meal ready when you return home. And the roast tastes like vegetables and the vegetables taste like the roast. Same flavor for everything. I can’t imagine a pot roast cake.
Now you can buy slow cooker liners to speed up your clean-up time. Put everything inside the liner and set up your cook time as usual. Heaven knows you need to make up in cleaning time what you used preparing the stuff all day, that all tastes the same. Plus I’m sure the roast would also gain the taste of plastic.
The new fast cookers, such as the much-touted Instant Pot, can prepare a pork butt in 90 minutes. Back in our parents’ day, the pressure cooker was a kitchen staple, but you used it on your burner and worried about exploding lids yielding to the strain of rubber gaskets surrounding iron pots. Today the pots are electric and regulated, and you can even make yogurt in it.
Make your own yogurt. No more waiting for ten for ten dollar sales at the market? Just throw in some curds and whey and some fruit and you’re ready to go?
The prep time is half the battle. Fixing your pot to do the chore takes as much time as it would to zap a dinner in the microwave. Which I still don’t have.
The misuse of service or support animals on flights went over the rainbow this week; a rainbow of peacock feathers. Some doofus decided to try claiming a male peacock as a support animal and bought him a seat. The airline, United, bird poo-pooed that idea.
I have friends with animals, and they are all supportive pets, but they have no real training and won’t save somebody’s life in the event of a PTSD flashback. Those friends also leave their companions with a friend or home when they go out.
Our problem nowadays is that we are behaving like three-year-olds. “I WANNA BRING MY PEACOOOOOOOOOOOOOCK! I can’t live without him. I’ll die mid-flight.” There are servicemen and women out there who could die mid-flight because of trauma they endured that many self-aggrandizing numbskulls wouldn’t understand if you spelled it out for them.
So, such people who have no respect for the sacrifices and lives of fear experienced by people who really need support animals should be taken away from this place and put on the battlefront at that place.
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