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  • Monthly Archives: June 2021

    • Taxi? Taxi!

      Posted at 4:21 pm by kayewer, on June 26, 2021

      What’s happened to taxis? I guess I’m behind the times, but I always thought that hailing a cab was an institution as reliable as getting an ambulance; simply call and they’re there. I found out the hard way recently that it doesn’t work like that anymore.

      Normally when entering a hospital for a procedure under general anesthesia, you are instructed to have somebody drive you home afterward because of the risks associated with drowsiness and foggy brain in the first hours of recovery. Since I knew I had a ride home, it was simply saving that ride the inconvenience of having to get up with me before sunrise by having the local cab company drive me there. I had my reliable phone number handy, and double-checked it online for good measure.

      Imagine my surprise when I called and got a message that the number was not in service at that time! I’m not sure if that means they’re not on duty 24 hours or not, but they were not “old reliable” anymore.

      Desperately, I checked five other local cab companies. Finally, I got through to a place with one gentleman on duty who chastised me for waiting to call. That was my first clue that taxis don’t stand by these days waiting to grab a fare when they ring for a pick-up before five in the morning. He said he would “do his best” to come himself to get me, and I didn’t gather from his tone that he felt compelled to be timely, so I replied that I would wait until 5:15 for him.

      I ended up driving myself, and my ride home came with a passenger to follow while they drove me home in my car.

      So I guess I am really naive and getting old and dotty, thinking that some things are less likely to change, like depending on taxis. Since my landline only rings when somebody wants to sell me a new extended car warranty, this is probably just something else to play “Taps” for. At least they’re going before I am.

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    • It’s Today

      Posted at 5:06 pm by kayewer, on June 19, 2021

      Juneteenth (June 19) was officially declared a federal holiday by President Biden and the current administration. It’s about time. Black people waited a long while for Martin Luther King to get recognized with his birthday becoming a holiday, and the day all enslaved ancestors learned of their freedom was bound to follow, but our country has been notoriously slow in doing these things. I’m glad to see it happen in my lifetime.

      Then I keep reading about all the other non-inclusive stuff going on, and I get depressed again.

      This is supposed to be Pride Month, when everybody celebrates their place in the universe, or at least in this country. However, we’re still dealing with the idea that some people don’t get included, and others run the risk of being totally disenfranchised because of how things used to be.

      We can’t rewrite history. The past is ugly and primitive and ignorant, but it’s impossible to make it seem as if everybody has always been enlightened and smart. What we need to do is put in what was left out, while making sure we are all on the same page about who did what and why.

      That will take some time, because the Internet is crammed full of misinformation. Don’t believe me? Just take a look at how a group of random people discuss where a disease comes from and how to wipe it out. Better yet, ask a group of random people what the best pizza toppings are. It’s what I have referred to in the past, and it shows how something simple can turn into a complicated argument. People will raise their blood pressure passionately proving their point, as if variety is too scary for them.

      That may be part of our problem. We don’t see the fine line between things which look alike but are different beneath the surface.

      As human beings, we start knowing nothing, emerging at birth at ground zero. Then it starts. We are observed for gender, size and weight to set the tone, then we get a name and some clothing, and the process begins. You are this, you aren’t that, and sometimes people go along because they’re afraid not to, or because “this is how it has always been.” Thank goodness we occasionally move past the Dark Ages and use common sense.

      I heard that a school is thinking about dropping Abraham Lincoln’s name from their buildings because they feel he did not find Black lives did matter all that much! What on earth does that mean when describing the man who wrote the Emancipation Proclamation in the first place?

      I read that some school systems will be dropping all holiday designations from calendars to prevent missing anybody’s dates. Well guys, that time has passed: there are so many official, religious, government and natural events every day of the year that no calendar can hold them all, but removing the most observed or general ones is not the way to fix the problem. By listing the ones in which school is closed is prudent, not non-inclusive. The families observing other holidays already know they’re coming and when. A school should have a school-themed calendar. It should have school sporting event dates, when report cards are due, when commencement is, and when the regular year starts and ends and when summer school is in session.

      It looks like we’re off track if we have to say “I shouldn’t have to tell you this, but. . . .”

      Every day the sun rises on something new and sets on the unresolved and finalized equally. We really need to sit down and work on this, because it will get so out of control, nobody will know what is right, wrong, or just part of life. It will require whittling life down to the truth and factual, and allow room for answering questions and putting rumors to rest.

      In other words, it will take thought, dedication and decency to center our world again.

      The end result will be more happiness and peace for everybody, from the most saintly to the wretch as the bottom of despair. And we all need to be together to make it work.

      So every day can be recognized for itself.

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    • She Organ

      Posted at 4:51 pm by kayewer, on June 12, 2021

      I saw something exciting this week on social media, and it just popped up in my suggested video playlist out of nowhere. It’s something worth sharing, except for two things that may pose a problem: one is that social media connections like Facebook don’t like me even mentioning the word that rhymes with “band hem thick” when referring to widespread disease, so I know this topic would make their heads spin, and the other is that some people in the general population would probably find this subject offensive because it involves the human anatomy.

      However, knowledge is power, so I’m accepting the challenge and will attempt in this blog to talk about an organ in the female genitalia that rhymes with “hit or miss.” I won’t have to use the actual name of the body part at all, but if you are truly in need of further clarification, I’ll respond to comments and hope I don’t get banned from society. Since the video did use the “c-word,” I’m not too worried.

      The video I saw featured a speaker (a woman, naturally) standing beneath a depiction of something resembling a stylized double wishbone. Having looked at the title of the video, which did mention the name of the organ to be discussed, I was naturally curious, then surprised: nobody ever depicted this body part in such a way before, but there it was.

      Gee, I have a sensitive wishbone in my body! I don’t even have to make a wish or break it to get the bigger half and a wish granted like at Thanksgiving. And if you’re thinking what I think you’re thinking, you’re naughty and it’s okay.

      The speaker went on to explain that medical science had been lax in talking about this part within the female body because of long-held opinions about sexual response. Woman have always–if I may say so–come up on the short end of this topic. We have always been instructed that this particular organ is just a little thingy the size of a bean, so looking at the new-fangled depiction is rather thrilling. That so-called bean appears to actually be the hooked end of a much more intricate piece of anatomical design, which starts out looking like a clothes hook and then goes on to resemble two conjoined wishbones, with one pair having tapered flanges and the other being more rounded at the ends. It’s quite beautiful. According to the new research, it’s also much more purposeful for female pleasure. This means that the old ideas about how men and women enjoy sex have now gone out the window.

      This organ apparently covers the entire genital region, and thus serves as the seat of intimate attention. This means, putting it politely, that if a partner pays attention to areas slightly forward of where most stimulation is commonly concentrated, magical things can happen. The door is now open for women to explore a new world we never knew about. All because somebody found there was more than just a bean in there. Who’d have thought?

      It looks like, from a faith-based standpoint, our Creator made woman second, so everything was put under the hood, making us the new (and improved) model. What is actually under the hood is more than originally thought.

      Overall, this is new ground for understanding what our bodies do, and women can have more than ever before.

      It’s so exciting!

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    • Work Away

      Posted at 5:13 pm by kayewer, on June 5, 2021

      Companies are starting to return from what can best be described as a workspace coma. Workers are being asked to return to buildings which have been mostly empty for some time, but not all of the former occupants want to. While offices shut down, childcare facilities went out of business and, with schools also in remote learning for over a year, parents had to improvise. Some of them never want to go back to “pre-improvising.”

      For generations, we accepted that the requirements of work amounted to being away from home, then suddenly we were forced to deal with being cooped up at home. We adapted, set up home work spaces, drove our IT staff crazy, and put on a few pounds. Now that financial assistance seems to also be drying up for the laid off workforce, people will begin going back to the office whether they want to or have to.

      The CEO at my company sent an announcement that we would be reopening next month, and I was elated. After fifteen months of being away from people I had grown accustomed to seeing in a workplace environment, finally I would be seeing them again. It has never mattered that my commute was nearly 100 miles daily to get there, or that I had to drive on the freeway with maniacs and pay bridge tolls to cross state lines, or that my jobs have always seemed to demand my presence in the most horrid weather imaginable (including blizzards and major hurricanes). I went to work and I enjoyed it. It has always been a part of who I became as a person.

      Then word came, a day later, announced by our divisional vice president, that our particular efforts to work from home had been successful enough that our buildings would not be reopening.

      Two times in my adult life, I have experienced going from a one hundred percent high to a zero percent low, and this was one of them. The feeling was like a psychological punch to the stomach. Even though I’m a senior citizen and just a few years from retirement age, I never anticipated being isolated so suddenly and so soon.

      For my generation, the workplace is the connection to life outside the family. The office serves as an entity separating our personalities as individuals with home lives and work lives, and enables us to vary our daily existence and perform services to others for a common goal.

      The key, however, lies in the actual office. It may appear to be corridors, cubicles and designated rooms like stock, cafeteria, mail and copier; its often cheesy wall art, confidence boosting posters and signage quickly become background noise in daily exposure. The point is it is there, and we go to it to be workers. Over a year’s time, we have lost some of the separation of parent or spouse, while kids bored with schooling interrupt the conference video. The home has suddenly become a multi-functional and multiple personality place with additional burdens to bear. It’s too early to determine if our home life, or we, will be able to hold up over longer periods.

      Without an office to report to, how will the upcoming generations understand the true process of corporate integration through a Zoom screen or a phone conference? Will nobody wear proper office attire anymore, or take a train or bus into the office, grab a coffee, sit in their assigned chair and become the office worker for eight hours? It’s bad enough that, before we abandoned ship, we had new employees show up for interviews who have never had to develop a personal signature; now they won’t even have a personal desk.

      I took the trip to the building to begin clearing out not only my personal space, but the surrounding area where supplies, equipment and supplies will need attention before the space if closed and/or sold to another purpose. It’s a ghost town on the weekends, with a security guard on duty and lights out everywhere. I retrieved some things and left others for the next trip, such as the name plate I received over 30 years ago that will serve no purpose without an office space to place it where people can pass by and associate the letters on its face with an actual person.

      I don’t know what to make of having to permanently accept what was supposed to be a temporary normal. Is this the beginning of a new massive increase in agoraphobic employees never leaving their homes (possibly even me)? Will office building complexes become ghost towns or piles of demolished rubble? What of the cities in which corporations operate out of high rises and view the vista from on high behind massive glass windows? Does this mean the world outside the home will cease to exist?

      What happens when you go home and stay put?

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