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Susan's Scribblings the Blog
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  • Monthly Archives: September 2026

    • A New Location

      Posted at 7:33 pm by kayewer, on September 26, 2026

      The United States has 48 contiguous (meaning they share the borders) states and two problem states, which are Alaska and Hawai’i. They haven’t done anything wrong, but they are the last two added to the union because they are outside where the rest of us are located. Alaska is separated from us by British Columbia, and Hawai’i is out in the Pacific Ocean.

      These are two, dare we say, polar opposite states. Alaska is considered a frigid place, whereas Hawai’i is a tropical paradise. Either way, they are both ours, and when one looks at a map of our nation, we do our best to get the two problem children into the picture in the best way we can. Sort of like getting the wild toddlers to stand still for the family photo. We do that cartographically by inserting both states in a comfortable position in the southwest corner of the Pacific close enough to the rest of the continent to continue the concept of a nicely squared-off cluster of landmasses.

      Unfortunately, some folks think it is possible to drive to Hawai’i via a superhighway of some kind. You can’t. Hawai’i is about 2500 miles from California. A method has not been developed to make a bridge that far.

      Sometimes rearranging things can cause confusion like this, but honestly there is no point in having a map with endless blue space representing the Pacific just so Hawai’i can be seen in its usual location on a flat map. We would also have Canada in every map if we did so, so as to reveal Alaska’s actual location. So, we fudge a bit.

      I mention this because I have been looking at ads for backup power generators, and if you have seen one, you know that they all feature a sleek, comfortably sized piece of equipment sitting near the wall of your home and ready to provide power in an emergency. When I had an estimate crew come by, however, they could not put the unit next to the house. The location they had in mind would require breaking up the concrete patio to place the device several feet away, running connections across the entire axis of the basement to the other corner. No neat little gizmo sitting pretty next to the spotless siding here. I would have Alaska staring me in the face as I looked out the window of San Diego, and its power source would come from Maine.

      The concept of truth in advertising has some loopholes, and maybe some places do allow the generators to stand side by side with the homes they protect, but not with the ordinances here, it seems. So, the ads fudged a bit. Because weather has been a major topic lately, with talk of an extreme winter coming, I offer this warning as a public service so nobody thinks it’s possible to drive to Hawai’i or have your generator sitting cozily next to your abode.

      Maybe I need a vacation to Hawai’i.

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    • Damp Dry

      Posted at 4:29 pm by kayewer, on September 19, 2026

      We value the reliability of our appliances. Boomers in particular are proud of the gadgets they own which endure years of use while the newest versions cop out after five years. I am fortunate to have a simple but powerful clothes dryer that is still going strong. Not many people can say their major appliances were built in a year starting with nineteen.

      Like any machine, however, a time comes when something is bound to go wrong.

      My dryer picked now to suddenly stop drying clothes. The routine was the same: wash the clothes, put them in the dryer, set the timer and let her rip. Only I had put the clothes in at about noon, and by 2:00 PM they were still damp. The timer never moved, as if the afternoon were frozen in place because nothing was happening as it should.

      I am also one of those people who keeps up with maintenance on the major appliances. I have one of the cleanest lint traps you’ll ever see, because I clean it after every load. The trap was still clean when I checked it.

      The drum inside was piping hot, and the clothes were hot, but they were not drying. The edges of the machine held wet lint when I opened the door. And yes, they were tumbling beautifully. I had the belt replaced some time ago, the only part I had needed in a long while, which made the current situation so inconvenient and vexing.

      So, the call went out to a repair shop who could not come until the following day. Same-day service usually means you’ve caught the problem early, but my laundry schedule is in the afternoon. Which meant I had to find a place to dry my two loads of damp clothes and linens.

      Laundromats are used to seeing folks like me, sheepishly hefting a clothes basket full of damp clothes bouncing off one hip while cautiously stepping into the place and looking for a dryer. The neatly stacked boxes took up an entire wall, were numbered and, amazingly, still took quarters. I had a ton of quarters, because all the change I’ve gotten lately is quarters and nickels.

      I loaded my basket full of woven droopiness into one of the metal maws, added some quarters, and watched as the damp pile tumbled away to a timer reading out how long my stay in laundry purgatory would be in LED numbers. It was a quiet evening, and apparently my laundry schedule doesn’t match that of a lot of folks. Two other people were there, not counting the owner and a lady mopping the floors and cleaning the lint traps (including mine).

      The process took about half an hour, and the items came out fluffy and toasty. I took them home and set them aside without folding and stowing because, well, it’s the laundromat. My clothes just shared dryer space with countless other folks’ clothes, and who knows what their lint traps were like? Also, it was late and I was tired and hungry, having chosen dry clothes over dinner at my usual time. They could wait.

      The repair tech arrived the next day and took a look inside the workings of the dryer. A coil was not staying on, so it was replaced. I paid the bill and decided to wash another load.

      The items went into the dryer, and ninety minutes later, the same problem happened. Hot and soggy clothes.

      Back to the laundromat. More confidently, but still feeling slightly out of sorts. I also used up my quarters.

      Before the return visit from the shop to review the problem (which was now covered under a warranty), I did what most folks do today. I checked in Google for what could cause the problem.

      When the repair tech returned, I mentioned that maybe there was lint in the vent leading outside. Sure, I have a clean lint trap, but lint can also drift serenely downward and collect in that flimsy pipe behind the machine. There was no argument to that logic, and it was something which had not been considered on the first trip.

      Lo and behold, the moment the part was detached, a circular pile of non-descript color lint tumbled to the floor. After a quick sweep of the inside and the reassembly of the part, we both learned that it’s a good idea to do a check of that collection point when the issue is hot but not dry laundry. Lesson learned on both sides.

      I’m pleased to say that the dryer is up and running again. I’m sure this ancient box of hot air may grow old with me.

      And it will stay lint free if I have any say in the matter.

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    • What I’ve Learned

      Posted at 3:36 pm by kayewer, on September 12, 2026

      Some of our best philosophies are rooted in the words of wisdom spoken by persons of note or the elderly. Those individuals who have earned a position of respect often provide simple but effective quotes which live long after they have departed this world. The elderly are heard by virtue of their having been through life’s journey and, thus, have “seen things.”

      At my age, I have come to that latter category, and I hope that things I have shared with people have been helpful. They will do no good once I have gone, which in this world and at my age can happen at any time. So now is the best moment to share a handful of things I have made note of. Here are a few tidbits for your consideration.

      The way to tell the difference between the defamatory terms libel and slander is this: libel would be found in a library, as it is written, while slander is spoken.

      A watched pot boils at the same rate as the one you walk away from, but you avoid disaster by waiting for it to agitate rather than walking away from it. Always tend food on an active stovetop.

      Archie Bunker and Mike Stivic argued over this in All in the Family, but it’s logical to put on both of any kind of hosiery first, then the outer footwear. You can run for your life in stockinged feet (and take the shoes with you), but one bare foot is bound to find a sharp object before the clad one. Also, if your feet get dirty, you can put the socks in the wash and put on new ones, rather than wash your feet. Or you can put bare feet in the shoes. Sorry, Mike.

      If the ice cream truck arrives at dinnertime, put the dessert course first. In my area, Mister Softee always seems to come at 6:00.

      Let the other guy go first. If something happens, you have extra time to avoid it, but they will be in the firing line. This is especially true in traffic.

      If you find your own saliva disgusting and tend to spit frequently, consider changing what goes into your mouth.

      If you woke up wearing it, don’t go out the front door wearing it.

      People who are opposed to vaccines for whatever reason still do hypocritical things like carry umbrellas and insurance policies. I can’t explain why they are like this, but since I am innoculated, I find them mildly annoying and perhaps shortsighted, but not worth the argument.

      The difference between some of the speeches from our top elected official and those of the character Commander McBragg in the Tennessee Tuxedo and his Tales cartoon series is. . . .wait, is there a difference? Honestly, though, is it possible to get through an elected term without being caught with one’s foot in their mouth at least once?

      At the start of every school year, if all the students got to hear Fred Rogers’ affirmation that they are each special in their own way, I think the year would get off to a good start. There is also the episode of Mister Rogers’ Neighborhood in which he shared a foot soak in a kiddie pool with Officer Clemmons, who was a Black character at a time (among many, past and present) when race was a hot topic. Finally, there was the inclusive episode with a paralyzed ten-year-old named Jeff Erlanger, who appeared on the show in his electric powered wheelchair, and they sang a song together. Kids who understand uniqueness may not be as inclined to bully or doubt their own abilities and shortcomings. Understand others, and you understand yourself.

      That’s enough for one sitting. If you read through all of these, you may be my age and still have the patience to spend a few minutes reading something long without a TLDR reduction. You may also be a sensible person who has discipline and likes to experience what other people have to say about life. It’s a talent that is fading with the generations. Thank goodness we have the old books from the greats to fall back upon.

      AI can’t give you these tips as effectively. No matter how old it gets.

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    • September Tsunami

      Posted at 7:10 pm by kayewer, on September 5, 2026

      The first week of September came with some baggage. Normally this is the month that starts with Labor Day a few days in and then turns into chaos after that. This time we had a few days to get started without the holiday, which falls seven days afterward. This gave me an entire week to have everything happen before the holiday arrives.

      Back when I graduated high school, on graduation day I had my braces removed and a nearly invisible metal bridge put in. That three-piece set of hardware stayed with me for 48 years and chose now to come apart. As I was doing my nightly flossing, the wire detached and performed a perfect dive into the sink. Fortunately, it left no rough pieces behind, so this week I went to the dentist and had the bands removed, making me metal free and having to adjust to my teeth’s new normal. What surprised me is how different flossing is now that I don’t need to navigate an orthodontic piece after nearly five decades of routine.

      My social media feed kept throwing negativity my way, mentioning anti-vaccine items alongside news of the first new cases of measles taking the lives of infants among other things. A new series of posts honoring children whose lives were taken either by their own hands after bullying or at the hands of others, were interspersed with recollections of 9/11, which is less than a week away. Children died both in the towers and aboard the flights. For all the deaths mentioned this week, it could fill a stadium.

      The weather has been chaotic as well, and I sat in the office munching on lunch while tempests swirled outside. Inside the office it was 68 degrees, and everybody (meaning about a quarter full floor of humanity for reasons I still can’t fathom) wears sweaters. I was ready to bring in a pair of mittens, for my hands were getting borderline chapped from the chilly air blasting from the overhead ducts. Maintenance is trying to fix it, but I think they need to bring a Boomer out of retirement to really figure it out. These new folks don’t have the same training or seasoned experience. Sorry guys.

      On the days I work from home, my laptop and external monitors have been rebelling and shutting off at unpredictable times. Strangely, the work issued monitor is the one that shuts off, while my second personal monitor stays reliable. I had fun with the IT department while we tried to remotely figure out what magic routine would restore me to side-by-side production.

      Finally, I have been reading physical newspapers all my life, and the process of weaning myself from this has been difficult. Some people may think that the days of doing crossword puzzles in ink on actual paper are fading away, but since I began doing online puzzles my interest in the physical media has been mostly for headlines, comics and “Dear Abby.” Since Jeanne Phillips no longer does the column herself and has retired to let the staffers handle the incoming requests for advice, that was the signal for me to separate further from the monthly expense. I called the local paper and found out that I had a balance, so by downgrading I wouldn’t need to pay a bill for some time. Reminds me of the time, when I was much younger, that I lost track of a magazine subscription and was paid in advance for over two years. Thank goodness advance pay can give the budget a break for a while.

      When I came up for air, the weekend had arrived, so I’ve been using these three days to do some work around the house before the day after Labor Day comes and school starts. Everybody who was off the grid for June, July and August and who got a bonus week in September will be trying to wade through the deluge of real life.

      I feel like I’ve gotten a head start.

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