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  • Monthly Archives: July 2021

    • Sock It Shoe ‘Em

      Posted at 5:00 pm by kayewer, on July 31, 2021

      A classic episode of “All in the Family” entitled “Gloria Sings the Blues” featured an argument between Carrol O’Connor’s stubborn Archie Bunker and his son-in-law, actor Rob Reiner’s Michael Stivic (aka the Meathead). Archie is trying to get Mike out the door for a fishing trip and observes that the SIL puts on his socks and shoes one foot at a time. He tells Mike that everybody dresses in the “sock and a sock, shoe and a shoe” order, and a discussion of the benefits of the two methods ensues.

      When we examine the ordinary things in life, we realize just how polarizing our set ways of living can become. To put this argument about foot coverings in perspective, let’s look at it from a few angles.

      Archie’s method–sock, sock, shoe, shoe–requires a person to draw up their legs one at a time and twice; once to put on each sock, and once for each shoe. Mike’s method–sock, shoe, sock, shoe–cuts the dressing time to how long it takes to raise each leg to fully complete the task.

      Neither method provides full protection of the feet, but in having socks already on, the dresser has more protection than if dressed in only one sock and/or one shoe while the other foot is still bare or incomplete.

      For the physically challenged, raising one’s foot once per task is probably preferred, so this would mean sock and shoe on one foot at a time. For those who bend forward to don footwear, however, it’s likely they will stay doubled over to do everything at once regardless of the order. As I’ve gotten older I find bending over while seated is more stressful on the lungs, so it’s not my preferred method. Also, since the type of sock was not mentioned, I’ll add that compression socks do not go on easily using any of these techniques (I know this from helping others with them, not myself).

      In terms of speed, it is possible with some types of footwear to throw on the socks and slide into the shoes and leave lacing for later. For fashion reasons, it is not recommended to wear socks (especially in white) with any type of sandals.

      Both methods do the job, but to say that everybody does something one way leaves restrictions on how life can run smoothly for everybody if we are just more accepting of how life allows for some variety. In the end, they got to the fishing trip, and Mike had socks and shoes on.

      What bothered me more about the episode was that Mike did not take a moment to roll up his socks before ramming his feet into them, but that’s another story.

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    • Transplanted

      Posted at 4:48 pm by kayewer, on July 24, 2021

      I inherited a tree this week. Upon researching, I discovered it’s a ficus. It used to sit in the division manager’s office at work and was a gift to him from the folks back when the group relocated to the building in the late 1990s. Originally it stood between his office and mine and was generally content to be several feet from a sunny window and receive water once a week. When his office expanded (and mine shrank slightly), the room for the tree also diminished, so it relocated to a new spot near the window in his office.

      The problem with ficus is that they are a bit moody and react poorly to relocation. It dropped leaves like crazy.

      Fast forward to March 2020; we left the building and began working from home to stop the spread of pestilence. The skeleton crew in the building–the 24-hour security, maintenance workers and a few required office staff members–did their best to keep the building from looking abandoned. When I had a chance to visit the office late last year, the poor tree was very unhappy. Its trunk, which had three shoots intertwined, has come unraveled, and it had dropped leaves like crazy. Its pot was a murky swamp of old water. I did my best to restore some order, but without a tree cosmetology license, it still drooped. I don’t know if there is a plant doctor who can re-weave a ficus tree, but right now it looks more like a weeping willow.

      Forward again to this year. I saw the ficus still hanging onto life like a beleaguered refugee standing its ground against immeasurable odds. The manager wanted me to ask at the office about keeping it in the lobby, but I got a sound no to that, so I brought it home.

      The tree now sits on my sun porch with (hopefully) the same exposure as before, and I’m looking forward to a day when I can see some improvement, so maybe I can retrain it to weave itself back to its former glory. Soil is on standby, and a privileged spot awaits its recovery. Right now it’s sort of in shock.

      And yes, it’s still dropping leaves like crazy.

      At least it has company, with violets and crown of thorns and spider plants. Along with the tree, I also received all the watering cans. None of my plants will lack water, because I have a can for each room.

      What I will need is a spare tarp so I won’t have to keep bending or kneeling to pick up ficus leaves.

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    • Drop Zone

      Posted at 5:01 pm by kayewer, on July 17, 2021

      Delivery people work hard. In extreme weather like the heat wave we’ve been having, it’s even harder to haul items from one place to another. Of course this was the week I had my mattress delivered.

      The two delivery men were early for the two-hour window, and got right to work. I had an additional challenge for them because I was unable to dismantle the old bed frames and headboards (if you recall from last week, I moved from a twin to a queen for the first time). The room best suited to a mattress of that size was the master room, which still was in the style of the old movies, with two twin beds reminiscent of the days when hubby had his space and the spouse had hers. In reality having one’s own bed can be a marriage saver when you think about trying to fit two sleeping styles into one bed in the first place.

      This leads me to the question of why one cannot just push two beds together on top with a double sized box spring underneath, and each person can have separate sheets which divide in the middle? But that’s for bed developers and corporate analysis taking years and costing lots of money to accomplish. Meanwhile, millions of couples have issues with stealing covers, or being pushed to the brink of finding oneself on the bedroom floor. So much for advanced civilization in the bedroom.

      The first fellow happily borrowed my tools and managed to disassemble the frames while his partner moved the old mattresses to the truck for haul-away. One headboard succumbed to the stress of the work (though I suspected it may have been ready to go before that anyway), and it broke at the joint where it was screwed in. However, I was looking forward to keeping just one anyway, so this worked to my advantage. Meanwhile I made sure the men were hydrated by offering them bottles of vitamin water.

      The next–and hardest–step was to bring the box spring upstairs. Having moved a love seat from the second floor to the first about a year ago, I know that square shaped bends are the hardest to navigate with a long object, and this was no exception. The bigger issue was that, being a queen, it was nearly square, so there was really no long end to be had. As the partner rounded the landing, the top corner of the box spring jammed at the ceiling, and the first fellow was quick to comment. He said that I should give up and return the box spring, or risk damaging it and having to deal with the liability clauses and complications that would cause.

      Between the “old mattress removal” and “installation” phases of this experience, I had asked this man how many jobs they had done that day, and he replied that they did seventeen. Hopefully it wasn’t his first seventeen. I brought up the fact that the angle of ascent was affecting how the box spring was progressing, and as we were discussing , his partner backed up, the angle shifted, and he continued bringing it upstairs. No damage done.

      The set-up continued as the pair discussed the assembly of the new headboard and frame in what I guessed was a Russian or Ukrainian dialect. After the box spring was implanted in the frame, they paused while I placed the bed skirt, then they set the mattress on top and, with a tip in hand, I sent them on their way.

      Now you may be wondering why I was generous. It’s because of their willingness to do this job when so many others shirk. Despite the glitches, they did arrive on time and they sweated and toiled and got the duty done. I simply made sure they had electrolytes to replace what they sweated out, and possibly dinner or a round or two at the bar later on me. I consider it fair.

      Shortly after that I had my new bed made, and I knew I would never have gotten all that work done if not for skilled workers like those installers. Manual labor is what built this country, in good times and bad. Sleep on that.

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    • Queen Sized

      Posted at 5:11 pm by kayewer, on July 10, 2021

      Last year I broke down and finally bought a microwave. You may think that’s strange, because “everybody” has one and has had one for a long time, but there are folks like me who have small kitchens, fewer electrical outlets, and no knack for zapping food in a microwave. The opportunity to finally buy one came when an outlet in the kitchen opened up, and I saw a 1,000 watt version on sale. I quickly got the hang of it, of course, though I’ve yet to make popcorn.

      This year I decided the time had come to upgrade my bedding; since I had replaced a twin mattress late last year (and had to wait weeks, due to supply issues, for delivery), I felt I could upgrade at this stage in my life and go queen. It was a good and bad choice, since queen mattresses seem to be the most popular. Full is the middle road, king is the rather showy overdone version, and then you find the unique California King, which I can’t begin to fathom. Twin seems destined to fill sleep requirements for singles and children, full offers enough extra width (but apparently not length) for some spreading-out room, and queen and king can take on two people or more, but at a certain point in over-sizing, wouldn’t a mattress suddenly require its own four walls or a Zip code?

      Finding my new queen mattress was relatively easy and accomplished in one visit, because I had done my work online before going to the store, but once I committed to the purchase of the basics, the accessories were another issue.

      The main difference I found with queen bedding is the cost: it’s as if I had moved up from a Ford to a Mercedes in price. Fortunately I found sheets on sale, along with a set including a comforter, skirt, pillow shams and two decorative pillows. Apparently adding throw pillows to your queen set is a must. Nobody bothers with a twin or full mattress.

      The next thing to consider was the pillow. Two standard pillows, or one king pillow? I tried to imagine myself with my head falling into the crevasse created between two regular-sized pillows, or of wearing out just one side of the bed to nestle my head into the fluffy middle of a single one. Subconsciously I may have been thinking that keeping one side unsullied by my inert presence would produce somebody with a buff physique (and brains) to take up that space, but I dashed that idea because it would be a waste of time and the money hard-earned and spent on the bigger mattress to not move freely all over it. So it looks like I’ll be experimenting for a few weeks and make up my mind as I go.

      Next was a headboard. It seemed that queens were out of stock everywhere I looked, even though they all seem to fall under a few simple types: rails, padded or slabs. The search took over an hour, but I found one I liked from a popular online retailer who claims to have what people need, so I placed the order. The hours and days went by without a confirmation email, and my charge was still pending. I worried that I might not get it delivered on time.

      Then I went out for some errands and returned to find a giant slab of a box leaned against my front steps. Inside was a tufted headboard, ahead of schedule. The preparations were complete for the new arrival.

      Delivery is being promised on a particular day, but not at a particular hour just yet. Waiting on a package to arrive is one of those necessary inconveniences of life that seems to have gotten better but is not perfected. The sense of having an incomplete task dangling before some people is mentally taxing, and knowing that some assembly will be required afterward adds to that feeling that something is going to take forever to complete. After the delivery and set-up, I get to put the new sheets and comforter on my new bed and stand back and admire the accomplishment.

      I’m looking forward to that moment when the bed is assembled and I can just flop on it and test it out. Maybe I’ll nuke some popcorn in the year-old microwave and snack in bed against my experimental pillows.

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    • Life Savvy

      Posted at 4:49 pm by kayewer, on July 3, 2021

      We are supposedly an advanced civilization, and yet we have problems deciding how to communicate knowledge to people accurately and factually, in a way they can understand. Over the past few decades, it seems we have become more lax in general know-how, and more prone to mistakes and downright idiocy as a result.

      If you are a YouTube fan, just watch any of the video posts by Alonzo Lerone (example link: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ycBYRBvXN6Y) about dumb questions and posts made by real people, and you will see how grammatically inept we are becoming. Folks can’t even sound out a word, let alone use Dictionary.com or a real hardcover one.

      It seems that school is not preparing students to function with any degree of literacy. Not only have most educational systems eliminated penmanship at the elementary level, but textbooks have become complex, homogenized pabulum which has been whittled down to such a degree of political correctness and inclusion, there is no room for world views beyond the most simple facts. Mandates for textbooks have drilled down so far as to remove references to eating ice cream, so as not to offend children who cannot do so. It doesn’t matter that many children eat ice cream; only that one who does not would be negatively affected by reading about it. How does this prepare young people for a wider world in which, to paraphrase Bram Stoker in his classic Dracula, they may encounter many strange things?

      We are seeing an uptick in autism spectrum disorders, in which children shut down to avoid the input of the world around them, and to me it seems ludicrous that science is looking for an organic cause, when the true cause appears to be that our young children are being overstimulated with too much of the world at a vulnerable time in their psychological development; why else do these “shut-downs” seem to happen at such a young age? I really think we advanced our lives into causing this problem by sociological means.

      Back in the 1950s and 1960s, kids were in bed by 8:00, and parents didn’t have thirty guests over with their cell phones and cable blaring R-rated movies and babble all about. Children had a soft introduction to the world, with soft music and simple reinforcement, and grew steadily into the madness that enters our adult lives, while now nobody seems to care about what is done when children are present. Unfortunately, I don’t think any parents today would be willing to go four or five years without the jumpy mental hullabaloo of whatever they did before the children came, just to see if they can get the little ones settled into some semblance of sentience and self-restraint before the attack of school and activities hits them from all sides. It used to be that peace and quiet was the norm, and yet when the autistic child needs peace and quiet, we don’t seem to take the hint. They need a solid sense of how life is, and then get the chance to read more about it.

      Okay, enough philosophizing. Let’s go back a second to that word ludicrous. On CBS This Morning this past week, the question actually came up about the difference in spelling between musical artist Ludicris and the synonym–posed, I believe, by Anthony Mason–in response to signage that provided a double meaning. At least he was willing to ask.

      At least there still are summer reading lists; I hope they use books with proper grammar and offer a footnote apologizing about any use of ice cream.

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