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    • Eat Your Greens

      Posted at 4:31 pm by kayewer, on October 22, 2022

      I always liked my vegetables when I was a kid. That made me a bit of an oddball, because most kids balk at vegetables of any kind. Today I watch how I eat veggies. Because transporting and stocking them is a challenge, and we want to avoid preservatives, fresh is considered best, followed by frozen and then canned (because of sodium content). Any vegetarian will tell you it’s a great way to eat, but I still like my proteins to not come from a piece of tofu, so the veggies are simply a side dish must.

      In the past year I discovered avocados. A fellow at the farmer’s market showed me how to find ripe ones, though occasionally I still accidentally try to cut into a premature clunker hidden in a mesh bag among ones which are ready to become guacamole. The best way to deal with avocados is with a medium sized spoon and sharp knife; the latter to cut and remove the pit, and the former to scoop out the joys within.

      Instead of just a slice of avocado toast, I’ve found they make good sandwiches when placed between two well-toasted slices of whole grain wheat. They don’t need much doctoring, either. A sprinkle of onion powder and pepper, and maybe some lemon juice (which also slows down the browning process).

      Another newer veggie for me is roasted brussels sprouts. They seem to be in second place to green beans in prepared meals at the grocer, and seem to pick up some pleasant flavors roasted, without having to resort to butter sauce (which is how frozen versions of those round guys often come). I ate them back in the day, but not often, because they weren’t a favorite with any of us at the table. They have a distinct flavor, and are an acquired taste.

      Other acquired veggie choices include broccolini and greens. These are a more bitter choice, so they don’t get into prepared meals as much, but they certainly are healthy and welcome in any balanced dinner. The stems of broccolini are thinner, and the crowns look rather floppy compared to regular broccoli, but still they work well.

      Green beans have become more popular, especially if they’re breaded and cooked to eat like fries. They always seem too long when whole, and try to escape the plate when cut. That’s when French style comes into play. These darlings stay put on a plate, and with a little seasoning mix on them, they’re quite tasty.

      As for the champion of green veggies–peas–may go, I prefer mine with little pearl onions. It classes them up and gives them character. You can even throw in some little mushrooms. Just keep in mind that little ones will ultimately use them to shore up mashed potato castles on the plate. Which is fine, because they’re round anyway and tend to roll around if not contained by something.

      Like gravy.

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    • Pessimystical

      Posted at 4:33 pm by kayewer, on October 15, 2022

      Some people just can’t stop being wet blankets. No matter what the topic is, they have to do something to lessen how nice it could be. All week I dealt with nothing but Grumpy Gusses and Gerties complaining about something or other, and none of it is important enough to matter that much. In fact, a week from now, their source of complaint won’t even be around anymore. What a waste of time, just to put a negative spin on stupid things.

      TV show? It sucks. Storm cleared? The next one will be worse. New movie coming out? What a joke. I accomplished something? Here, have some snarky political malarkey.

      Yes, that really happened. I posted that, after a couple years of effort, I ranked first in an online game, and somebody came back with words of sarcasm about our current leadership climate to put a damper on it.

      I didn’t take the bait. Nobody will take that accomplishment away: it’s in the books. So there.

      Science has shown that the healthiest people are positive thinkers, and health problems seem to plague pessimists more. That doesn’t stop some folks from being the rain on the parade at every opportunity. I wonder what it’s like to have heartburn all the time. Pessimists have shorter lifespans. Maybe a “thank goodness” is in order? No, it’s better to wish that they would lighten up and live longer.

      Sort of reminds me of Kreacher, the house elf serving Sirius Black in the Harry Potter series. It seemed he always complained and mumbled to himself about endless bits of negativity. Even Sirius admonished him to contain his “bile” at one point. Negativity on such a level is insufferable and accomplishes nothing.

      Life certainly isn’t a bed of roses all the time, but at some point finding the good in a situation is as necessary as breathing. In some cases it can restore balance when things seem to be going wrong.

      I wish some of the grumps I dealt with this week could have taken a step back for a moment. Sometimes it lets a little more light in.

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    • Two Topics

      Posted at 5:55 pm by kayewer, on October 8, 2022

      In the movie My Fair Lady, the said lady (in training to speak properly) was restricted to only two subjects in casual conversation, to prevent her atrocious Cockney accent from appearing at an inappropriate moment. The topics were the weather and people’s health. She was to say such carefully memorized things as “the rain in Spain stays mainly in the plain.” As to the subject of health, she managed to cause a controversy anyway, bringing up an ailing aunt who, in a fit of sudden strength, bit through a spoonful of gin meant to help cure her sickness.

      I have been unfortunate enough to have caused a stir on my own this past week which may have cost me an old friend, though in my defense I merely dug deeper into a topic by posing a question, and it was to somebody else and not her. She then came back at me for no real reason that I can fathom, and said that I was being a bully. Folks who know me will dispute that, and normally that would include her, so the accusation was truly out of the blue. I regret that we may never get down to the true nature of her upset, but I have placed the return volley on her side of the net, and it may well succumb to the elements before it is ever dealt with. A sad turn of events. I feel sorry for the forgotten tennis ball.

      If we all stuck to small talk, we would never get to the bottom of anything. A well handled discussion of any topic can bring about resolution or, at least, compromise, if we agree to disagree. Being censored or accused without proper backing only causes more dischord.

      My blog is designed to provide some observations and ask questions, so if I must restrict myself to things which can be discovered by watching the newscast or asking how one is feeling today, I would have no purpose in posting at all.

      The toughest issues are ones we sometimes feel we can’t talk about. We still must discuss them. I will try in the future to be less subject to scrutiny while maintaining a standard of writing which may bring you to think and examine further into issues beyond the weather and health.

      Me? It’s sunny out, and I have sore feet.

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    • Curtain Call

      Posted at 4:45 pm by kayewer, on October 1, 2022

      It’s a new season in theatre, but Broadway is having a hard time getting back on its feet. Performance venues there (and at the local level) are all struggling to find shows, restart their schedules and attract audiences. When a production such as Phantom of the Opera closes on Broadway, you know times are tough. The wondrous show has been at the Majestic Theatre since January 1988 and will close for good just after celebrating 35 years onstage.

      The big problem–as with everything while we’re finding our way back to a new normal–is whether rows of patrons packed together in an enclosed space is safe, and can audiences return to the idea of going out for enjoyment. In a century, nobody imagined we would have had the situation we did, and when Broadway went dark, an entire industry shut down. With it went the escape of entertainment we grew to depend upon. Now that we are also dealing with the stress of socializing again, we face a new threat, as evildoing individuals bring extreme weaponry to public places to send a message to total strangers.

      Perhaps it takes bravery to get back to normal.

      We need to step out into the changes we have yet to adapt to. We need to sit within a few inches of other human beings and look ahead to that stage or screen where we all intend to share a singular experience.

      The cast and crew of Phantom will move on to other things, and another production will find its way to its new home, where it may flourish for 35 years. Whatever happens, we will certainly find a way to restore something of what we had before. Part of that is going back to the theatre.

      A new season, and a new reason. Hope to see you sitting next to me.

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    • Self Belief

      Posted at 4:31 pm by kayewer, on September 24, 2022

      We have all given ourselves a pep talk or two (hundred) these past few years, mostly to get ourselves through some stressful moments. The lack of improvement in what has caused the stress hasn’t made it any easier to try to perk ourselves up, because our efforts to try and make ourselves feel better seem to be devoid of any validity.

      Our commercials are placing a lot of emphasis on chasing our dreams and accepting who we are as individuals. Even dog food ads promote lives well-lived, for the canines as well as their humans. The problem is that even the bad guys chase their dreams and accept who they are as individuals. Whether they see it or not, they’re wrong. We can’t seem to be able to stop them. Which adds to our own stress and the need for more pep talks.

      Sometimes the rewards for being good people seem to take forever to appear, while the bad people receive almost instant gratification. We have to remind ourselves that bad people get a lot of rewards quickly because the rewards themselves are meaningless. They tend to pursue the same reward, get it again and again, and are never happy with what they received. The rewards good people receive are fulfilling, meaningful and humbling. Compare the evil overlord who defeats yet another army, to the underling among his army who returns home to spouse and children, and you will see the truth of it. The overlord goes on to defeat another army, and another, until none are left or defeat fells them. The underling has the warmth of hearth and home to receive him back, while the overlord rarely returns home.

      Prior to any type of competitive event, the masses on either side tend to perform rituals to psych themselves for what is coming. There is self-inflating chanting and encouraging words, whether it’s a battle of hundreds against hundreds or many against a handful. We reinforce our daily lives with talk of self-worth and, whether we win or lose, we regroup and start again later.

      The bad people have it rougher, because their pep talks are often laced with words to turn self-doubt and fear into hatred for the “other guy.” Good people talk about playing to their own strengths, ensuring an honorable match and a desire to win. The key word is desiring a win, not making it a coup to wipe out the other side at all costs.

      The true victories are not in making oneself seem greater by eliminating those who are not yourself, but in knowing who you are and who they are, and you both manage to live your lives anyway. You should not have to lie to yourself to feel better. Just have a little pep talk about how you can succeed because you are strong, resilient and able.

      The face in the mirror is always the one you have to face in life, so make sure that face staring back at you is an honorable one.

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    • Field Trip

      Posted at 2:57 pm by kayewer, on September 18, 2022

      I just returned from a car ride that took a total of ten hours and about six hundred miles to complete. Some people do that in an RV all the time, but I’m not an RV person. I just sat down in my typical vanilla four-door gas-powered vehicle, with a bottle of beverage and the directions by my side, and headed out early in the morning.

      I was reminded of Tom Hanks’ character in the movie The Terminal. He traveled to New York from a foreign country, simply to obtain an autograph, but ended up spending months trapped at the airport because his home country lost its international recognition status due to a political coup. Even though I was only traveling through another state, my purpose was similar: I was going to a gift shop for a specific purchase, and I had no expectations of being detained or prevented going home again. Still, some people would find that frivolous. I call it adventure.

      The drive was one of the most pleasant I’ve had in forty years. The early fall foliage met my view every hour, with barely cloudy skies and the sun at my back. I went through four mountain tunnels, saw plenty of cattle, goats, horses and deer, and huge stretches of nothing but farm country and bucolic barns and silos dotting the background. I drank when my ears popped, shifted in the seat at least twice an hour, and stayed away from the rest areas except for the one time I had to fuel up.

      The only major hiccup I experienced was the act of having to pump my own gas, being from a full service region. Still I managed, after figuring out not reading the directions on the pump was the way to go. It was also unusual to not need a toll road ticket. Apparently the cameras captured my vehicle plates and they’ll bill me. That will not be a surprise I look forward to in the mail, because I figured it out, and the cost was the equivalent of something else I could have bought at the gift shop.

      Still, the visit was worth every cent, especially since using the toll road took an hour or more from my drive time. I drove up one winding road and down another and came upon my destination, tucked neatly into the mountainous middle of nowhere, and I was met by friendly people who remembered I had called the week before and were happy to see me. I’m not even the furthest-traveled, I learned, because some folks came from two states away to visit regularly.

      That’s when you know you’re from a dedicated group of people.

      So it’s a day later and I’m tired and behind on most of my usual weekend projects. My plan is to reward my car with an oil change, and to not drive more than ten miles the rest of the week.

      I wonder it it would be worth trying a non-toll road for the next excursion?

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    • A Week To Remember

      Posted at 4:43 pm by kayewer, on September 10, 2022

      This past week was quite eventful. The first of the month fell on a Thursday before a holiday weekend in the US (Labor Day), and Friday through Monday were lost days for most of us. Once Tuesday began, things began happening in a rush. I was no exception.

      The first thing that happened to me when I started work was I read an email from somebody posting anonymously who told us the obscene version of “get lost” because they didn’t like our recent commercial. Whomever you are, don’t blame us; blame the ad agency. Besides, if we did “get lost,” who would there be for you to unload your cowardly invective upon? Next time, actually list your email so we can at least thank you for taking the time to cuss us out on the first work day after a holiday.

      The second thing that happened to me before my Wednesday even started was the sound of knocking on my front door at 7:28 in the morning, before my alarm even went off (it rings at 7:30). It was an installer who should have been visiting at 1:00 in the afternoon. I just hope nobody was waiting at 7:30 elsewhere for a no-show.

      The third thing that happened to me was my emergence from my no television experiment. I actually went twelve days, spending my Monday holiday writing instead of viewing reruns (see last week’s entry). When I finally did turn the morning show on, I didn’t feel that I had missed anything. The shootings didn’t stop, school started, and it was raining as if the heavens were weeping for us. It had been so long since we’d had rain, it seemed more inconvenient than usual, especially since it was the start of school.

      Next came the exterminator, who was taken aback by the volume of school children walking down out street after having been dismissed early on their first day. I explained that we had two high schools nearby (I didn’t mention the elementary schools). The week’s deluge was followed by appointments, meetings, organizing several virtual office events, and plowing into the fall norm as if summer hadn’t put us in a state of blissful ignorance.

      To cap off the week, Queen Elizabeth II died.

      The week really did tax all of us. It was the first “first week of fall” in two years that was nearly normal, and we weren’t ready for it. At least it is out of our systems now. Let’s hope the rest of the year is kinder.

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    • TV Down

      Posted at 5:53 pm by kayewer, on September 3, 2022

      I decided to try an experiment and not turn on my television. I am in day ten now. Yes, I have not watched my television in ten straight days.

      Maybe I picked a good week to try not turning on the television, since the fall season is coming and most networks are in reruns, but I’m one of those summer season followers, so I’ve missed four shows, and because I missed another one when I was watching, I have to binge watch two episodes of that one.

      The lack of background noise while the TV was off was startling at first, but then instead of listening to stock episodic music from the regular programming and bickering commentary on the talk shows, I began to appreciate the peace of it. One network apparently found a sponsor in a laxative company, so their ad runs at least twice per half hour. I didn’t miss hearing it.

      In the old days of television, silence meant a break before a commercial came on or something happened with the signal. Today, the noise between programs and commercials is constant, but there can still be silence if the signal is interrupted. That’s when the phone starts ringing at the cable company.

      Anyway, I’ve decided that ten days is sufficient, so I will resume watching tomorrow, and I’ll keep the remote handy to mute the laxative commercial.

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    • Table This Discussion

      Posted at 4:56 pm by kayewer, on August 27, 2022

      In the good old days of shopping–back when ladies in dresses, hats and gloves descended on department stores en masse on sale days–the pursuit of bargains was a chaotic adventure undertaken by few and won by fewer. Most often the melee centered around the clearance table. Within three minutes of opening its doors, the store would assign the lowest ranking schmuck to assess the damages and try to restore order to the display, as happy shoppers walked toward the cash registers with hard-won merchandise they elbowed each other to get.

      This disintegrated into the madhouses in WalMarts and Targets worldwide. Nobody bothers to wear hats and gloves; they practice taekwondo to nab a bargain these days.

      What’s worse is live shopping online.

      There is no equitable way to make sure everybody has a turn at getting what they want; when it comes to collectibles, the struggle is tougher. I should know, because I started a collection of my own, and I lost out big-time the other day with the online battle leaving me empty-handed.

      The makers of the collectibles did an hour-long broadcast on social media, but it was scheduled an hour before I got off of work. Special editions would be introduced and magically appear on the website during the broadcast so viewers could buy, similar to QVC.

      In the past, logging in later hasn’t been an issue, but when I logged in one hour behind the live broadcast, I found that no items were visible on the web page. I tried every trick in the book to make it happen, from refreshing the browser to changing display parameters. No luck.

      The new collectibles included one that immediately spoke to me, and I wanted to get it. But how, when I couldn’t even select on the web page? I had an appointment, so I left, came back and tried repeatedly with no success.

      The staff wisely took the evening and weekend off, so no contacting them.

      So what did I do? I went on EBay.

      We didn’t have that back in the days of the bargain table: when an item was out, it was out (unless you were in a department store that would check the other stores and have it shipped for in-store pick-up or home delivery). The equivalent of Amazon back in the hat-and-gloves days was “charge and send,” which sent all your purchases to your home via delivery truck. Each department store had their own fleet, and their own delivery day. Women anxiously watched for their packages to arrive. With overnight services and Amazon, we’re having sort of the same experience today.

      I ended up paying a bit more for an overseas shipment, but I got what I wanted without martial arts or damage to my elbow.

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    • I am the Walrus

      Posted at 4:34 pm by kayewer, on August 20, 2022

      I read about a walrus in Norway in the news this morning, and the story is heart-breaking. Her name was Freya, named after the goddess. She was estimated to weigh 1,300 pounds and known for lounging publicly in seaside communities around Oslo. When she could not find rocks on which to sun herself, she found ways to beach her massive girth on boats and other floating craft, sometimes damaging or sinking them.

      Naturally she drew crowds of onlookers and fans, and this is what caused trouble. It seems that we humans have forgotten that wild animals of any kind should be regarded from a safe distance, and on occasion people have been killed by zoo animal residents who felt invaded by people not their normal keepers or staff. The officials in Oslo gave warnings to the public a try, but to no avail. On August 14, according to an article in the New York Times, she was shot execution-style in what is being called euthanasia but many consider murder, and her remains disintegrated. Options such as relocating her were dismissed because of a poor record of prior attempts on large marine mammals, as well as concerns that tranquilizing Freya would increase her risk of drowning in transport.

      Some people in Norway have spoken out that their methods of killing what is inconvenient to them are wrong (somebody commented that she had a “beard” as a descriptive excuse for not wanting her around), and that other alternatives should be considered. Freya had been the first walrus to visit Norway in over 20 years, but she didn’t live to celebrate one year on their coast.

      Every creature on this planet–humans and animals–have a role to play, and we must not discount the existence of one of us in favor of another. The absence of one creature and their purpose throws the rest of the world into chaos. We cannot forget that we have one planet holding a universe of beings, and our responsibility is to live and let live in the most peaceful way possible.

      If there is a Valhalla for animals, Freya is surely there.

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