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    • Ratty Carpet Treatment

      Posted at 4:36 pm by kayewer, on January 28, 2023

      There’s nothing like a DIY project to prove to yourself that you have talents you never imagined. Also, you find your greatest flaws while working on some complex home improvement endeavor alone. This week I began a long overdue task of removing an old carpet from an unused bedroom. The carpet was a thin, low pile with rubber backing which dried out and needed attention for some time, but a person was in need of that room to sleep and feel familiar surroundings in, so I didn’t touch it until it was vacated.

      First, I took inventory of the situation and found that the carpet was not tacked down. Then I discovered that the dried rubber created dust. Third, I Googled and read that I was unlikely to come into contact with any dangerous substances from the dried-up carpet. I’m nothing if not thorough.

      Because the room is fully furnished and it would be impractical to move things around in its present state, my first task is to segment the carpet and remove it in pieces. The section closest to the unused far wall would be first, and it will soon become the location of a curio cabinet. I got a special pair of shears and found, to my delight, that they worked easily to cut through the section I needed. It took about twenty minutes to cut and roll the piece for disposal. Some chunks of rubber dropped or adhered to the wood floor, so my next step was to clean.

      A visit to the local discount megastore found me a great bargain in some pre moistened wood cleaning cloths I could use with the wet/dry mop I already had, so I returned to the floor with my dust-sucking device and my mop, and soon had the area in top shape. I even removed a potential splinter or two beforehand.

      Next, my curio cabinet came in two boxes. They’re filled with glass panels and seem to weigh as much as two school-age children. The first box I took upstairs by walking and angling it up both flights, but the taller box will be more of a challenge, because it’s long and will not corner well. That’s the next phase. I will probably angle it up the first flight, stand it on end on the landing, and then angle it again onto the second flight.

      The plan is to assemble the cabinet, move the items into it and then be free to shift the other furniture as necessary to cut the carpet and slide the pieces out from underneath.

      The fun has been in the planning and execution, and I’m glad I have the ability to figure it out and get it done. So far, so good.

      I will post part two as soon as it’s finished. If I don’t post again, you can assume I got stuck under a curio cabinet box.

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    • Between the Dots

      Posted at 4:46 pm by kayewer, on January 21, 2023

      I decided to try keeping a bullet journal. After reading about them in ads for months and not truly knowing what they are, I researched and decided it would be a helpful tool to keep me focused on balancing what I need to do and what I’ve accomplished. I did start a 2023 self-care journal which is already laid out, but sometimes those prompts don’t match anything I actually do from day to day.

      This style of blank book contains spaced dots instead of lines, in grid form. You can use rulers and templates to customize your journal with banners, flowers and graphics. You can also draw lines of your own. I will find it a challenge to draw a complete line without the pen trailing off into a small squiggle at the end. It’s a curse I never overcame while drawing lines in high school. I’ll try to use something to hold the ruler down, like a heavy brick, and then draw my lines upside down. That should do the trick.

      Another term for bullet journaling is bujo (using the first two letters from each word). That sounds a bit like bougie, which is a slang term for persons with a high-class nose-in-the-air affectation and an affinity for spending in a class above their means. Think of it as that neighbor with the Escalade (on lease) who you know pays for their weekly mani-pedis on their lowest interest credit card and rents their ritzy handbags by the week.

      I found out quickly that bujo can be a bougie choice, with accessories to pretty up your books such as washi tape. They’re not wishy washy, but beautiful strips of colorful or fanciful designs to use at will and showcase your entries. Lovely ribbons serve as bookmarks, and uniquely shaped paper clips help you find other pages in an instant. You can add photos to your journal, or write in colored pens, even write with bright colored gel pens on black paper if you wish.

      The general idea is to stimulate your mind while keeping track of your life. It’s making life appear more beautiful. Working from home makes life rather dull, so I hope this will help.

      I could have started with a lined book and gone on from there, but I have found that beginning in that manner is often too slow for me. I need the challenge to tackle something more middle-of-the-road. Not kindergarten, but maybe second grade.

      The book I ordered will come with sustainable products and accessories; the book cover is vegan leather. Never having dealt with vegan leather, I just hope it feels touchable and doesn’t smell distinctively odd.

      Once I get started journaling, the hope is to stay focused and retain my creative spark. Maybe my first bullet journal will look funny, but it’ll be fun to make it that way.

      Like connecting the dots.

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    • Immersion Assertion

      Posted at 5:40 pm by kayewer, on January 14, 2023

      One of my resolutions for the year was to write more. The four installments for my novel series are planned, but making the time to draft them has been a challenge. Since I’m permanently working from home (our office was mothballed, so we couldn’t go back if we wanted to), I don’t even have a daily round-trip commute to take a break between computers. Now my drive time consists of a walk from a comfy chair to another sort of comfy chair, and from my workstation to my recreation station (I would say play, but that’s trademarked).

      I spend some sixteen hours in front of a screen. That may be more than some nine-year-olds.

      See, I’m still thinking young.

      In order to devote some blocks of time to writing my stories, I have been taking advantage of write-ins and such, but this week will be busier than usual. I have three write-ins this week; one is in person.

      That means I have to leave the house hoping my idea of dress code matches everybody else’s. That was never a problem in the office.

      I also have a writer’s group meeting, and it’s the only one right now that’s in-person. It’s in a library, inside a municipal building. Bookstores aren’t taking in-person groups at present. They may not come back at all. Imagine book retailers discouraging people who write what they sell from meeting in their locations. What is this world coming to?

      I also started working with a critique group to make sure novel number one is all it could be. We exchange our pieces via email two weeks in advance and then meet virtually once a month to review everybody’s work in progress. We try to cover as much as we can, and occasionally we meet for over three hours. It’s helpful, and we get our edited pieces back.

      This means I have editing on my list of things to do while I’m still drafting.

      During National Novel Writing Month last November, I wrote an additional 50,000 words. That could be a whole story, but editing will probably truncate it to half that on the first try. It’s the novelist’s curse to hate a lot of what we draft.

      This is going to be a full month, and I hope to get plenty more writing done.

      In addition to what I’ve just done here for you to read.

      Wish me luck.

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    • Selective Reading

      Posted at 4:57 pm by kayewer, on January 7, 2023

      I spent some time this past week making some changes around the house, which involved moving pieces of old furniture which had not been attended to in a while. Those of you who have parents or grandparents from the post-war generation know that they never threw anything away, so I found spare jars of cold cream, receipts from long-defunct hardware stores and sundries long past their usefulness, and my discard pile grew quite large.

      What I didn’t expect to find, while cleaning out a drawer, was a 1974 issue of Playgirl magazine. The idea for the magazine had sprung from the popularity of the Playboy franchise and Hugh Hefner’s hold on the men’s lifestyle movement, so it was the equivalent for women readers, with a less ritzy and raunchy vibe.

      The magazine apparently had first published the year before, when I was still a high school student, and I didn’t know the publication existed until 1979. I know this because I bought my first issue out of a hotel vending machine while job training during the day and going to college at night, so this early issue was definitely not my copy. It certainly was not my father’s.

      So how did it get into a drawer at home? A mystery to be unfolded.

      Playing Shirley Holmes with no Dr. Watson, I looked through the issue and found several insightful and timely (for then) articles on travel, lifestyles, medicine and home, with the usual smattering of cigarette and stereo system ads. The funniest of these was for an introductory eight-track tape offer. Some of us of a certain age remember those ill-conceived ideas for changing record albums into something portable for the car or take-along player. I recall listening to a song on eight-track one time, which broke off abruptly because the player had to switch to the next tape reel inside. The results were hilarious and rather annoying when trying to appreciate a classic.

      But I digress. I was surprised to find that, for a magazine supposedly aimed at the female desire for admirable nudity similar to what their opposite-gender counterparts were receiving monthly (courtesy of a pajama-clad entrepreneur), there were only a handful of full-frontal glimpses in the issue. Yes, there was a centerfold, and a photo essay, but the pages were mostly devoted to articles of interest to the modern woman of 1974.

      So my deduction is that the issue somehow found its way into the mostly female office where my mother worked. She may have removed it from the common area or been lent it for some reason and kept it out of a sense of enforcing workplace decency, or took it home for an article and didn’t need to bring it back. Maybe the lender didn’t want to deal with feedback from the spouse. The only other possible cause was that it was brought home after an ill-conceived joke went wrong on somebody’s part. One thing I know for sure is she didn’t buy it.

      So I unearthed a piece of magazine history, and I don’t want to get rid of it. The pages are a time capsule, looking back at when life was different. I’ll never know what articles were read in the privacy of our home, but I think I will read them all myself.

      Then I can take in the photos.

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    • Saturday Countdown Part Three

      Posted at 4:59 pm by kayewer, on December 31, 2022

      This is the last Saturday of 2022. Thank goodness. We now have a future to look forward to, with a different digit to remember on our daily timekeeping for 365 days, new things in life starting as others end, and the burden of reflection on our past and attempts to be and do better.

      This last week, to close out the year, we lost Pele the famous soccer player, Pope Emeritus Benedict, and Barbara Walters. We lost good people in 2022. We can look upon their passing with sadness. When your good people pass on, it makes one think about the nasty ones remaining, and we can wish to make certain there are fewer of them. One is a heckler who may have had a sip of alcohol too many before sitting down for a performance of “Death of a Salesman” on Broadway; the actor Wendell Pierce, portraying the lead character Willie Loman, remained onstage when the staff stopped the production and brought up the house lights to deal with the situation, and he is being lauded for handling it with cool professionalism (he promised to give the lady a refund himself). Perhaps theaters should take on the responsibility of intoxication screening, if patrons won’t take it upon their own. I don’t want to go to a performance and have to deal with such distractions, and I have a few coming next year.

      It seems our biggest problem. coming out of 2022, remains ourselves.

      We cannot expect a future to be better if we continue to treat life as if we are owed something special. We never know what life will be like when we awaken in the morning; we may find our roof blew off overnight, or martial law has been declared. It may rain, snow or worse. I watched a recent rain event, heard the thunder and thought to myself, “Gee, that’s the first time I’ve heard thunder in ages.” News about climate change seems to fall on deaf ears. I cannot fathom how plastics could be invented without having a method for destroying or repurposing them.

      This says something about our future weather and the state of our planet; when we go too long without the weather we expect, we get more than we expect. Just ask Buffalo. They may dig out of their recent blizzard soon, but what about the future disasters waiting to happen? Before we dismissively threw our waste into landfills and oceans, we had normal weather. What’s to come?

      Some people are still in denial about the changing way we move into cold weather and the upper respiratory issues that come with that change. I have gone into malls and stores fully protected inside and out, and I only see a handful of others doing the same. Sometimes accepting some inconveniences for the greater good is also good for you. What you don’t pass on to somebody, doesn’t rebound onto you, either. Just don’t breathe on, and you won’t be breathed upon.

      The US won’t have major elections to worry about in 2023. The political fallout from post-2016 continues for us Americans (we still have the same president), but King Charles III will be crowned in May, making his rule over Britain and its other territories official. They will also have Queen Camilla, but it’s not quite the same thing as when they had Queen Elizabeth. There is still a conflict going on in Ukraine, and a few other countries are making changes. We need to watch those.

      The future is certain to hold some tragedy, some happiness, and some sobering events which will affect everybody. The best we can do is be obedient, honorable and mindful, and try to keep those who choose not to in line. It’s always been that way. That will never change.

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    • Saturday Countdown Part Two

      Posted at 3:13 pm by kayewer, on December 24, 2022

      Two Saturdays down, and one to go before 2023. This time we are going to take a look at the present, and the future will be addressed next week.

      This year has been a turning point in many ways. In Ukraine the people are dealing with a lengthy and forcible effort to change its way of life from without. In Great Britain the people are dealing with their first male monarch in 70 years, in the aftermath of the loss of their beloved queen. In the United States, recovery from an unexpectedly volatile presidency, which changed in 2021, is still ongoing, and the divisive nature of the conversion is turning party lines into those of friend and enemy with no middle ground, and a shadow of anarchic mayhem lurks over our democracy.

      The world has been recovering from biological and environmental issues which threaten our global stability. The biggest ecological problem seems to come from our disownership of our most threatening issue: our waste. We seem to have adopted a mindset in which the carriers of our products are not responsibly handled. The trash is being discarded, without concerns about repurposing or sorting, into dumps and our oceans. The plastics industry is staying silent on the issue of “can we destroy what we create?” The overall answer appears to be no, as only select plastics are recycled. At the rate of production versus disposal, our planet has finite room for its clutter, and nobody seems to be doing anything about it.

      As for the biological end of things, we were thrust headfirst into an unknown illness with no preparation and no instructions. Globally we did what we could by attempting isolation while researchers scrambled to find a solution. Unfortunately, as Cecil B. DeMille said at the beginning of The Ten Commandments, each sought to do his own will instead of making sacrifices for the common good, and though we have experienced some relief from restrictions, at the start of winter we are dealing with three separate respiratory issues placing strains on hospitals once again.

      Rights were taken away, but others were affirmed for a variety of people.

      Which is why there is some hope.

      A Black woman was added to the Supreme Court. The Webb telescope sent striking images from outer space, to give us a glance into the world beyond our own. New looks into cannabis usage has changed availability for medicinal purposes and eased overzealous laws placing people in possession of some amounts in the clear (except for one women’s basketball player we needed to get out of Russia). Awards shows resumed, as did the Olympics and sporting events of all varieties.

      Ten countries decided to unite and protect the oceans, with a goal to raise the current ten percent to thirty by 2030. The number of monarch butterflies counted in 2021 reached a milestone after a serious decline; in 2020 California teams of watchers counted only 2,000 in migration, but 250,000 were counted in 2021. Pet adoptions were increased by simply moving animals from overcrowded shelters into underpopulated ones to make more available in regions where people wanted them.

      Anti-bullying initiatives in schools are helping to increase positive learning experiences (we could use some of that for adults, too). Intolerance of negative public behavior is helping everyday life improve. Soon the name “Karen” will again become simply a first name and not an attitude.

      As biological threats evolve, medical science is adapting as well, and in time common winter ailments may be resolved by an injection or a pill in advance of their respective most active seasons.

      It’s through the cooperation of the majority that our lives improve equally and in kind. Which will lead us into next week. Hope you will pay a visit. Meanwhile, have a safe final week of the year.

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    • Saturday Countdown Part One

      Posted at 4:34 pm by kayewer, on December 17, 2022

      There are only three Saturdays left in 2022, so it’s time to take a look back at what was, is, and will be in the New Year.

      I have published 760 blog posts since moving to this forum from another platform that lost my business because they made changes I didn’t like. Since then censorship has been a bigger obstacle this year for me than it should have been, considering the fact that my content is not lewd, riot-inciting, obscene, or provocative. The ones who do post such things wheedle their way around the safety nets, and that’s just the way it is. If I can’t spread the word on some social media, it’s their loss as well as mine.

      During the summer, I managed to go almost two weeks without television. Last month, I completed my second year in a row of National Novel Writing Month, and wrote 50,000 words during November, from the first day to the last inclusive. It wasn’t easy, because so many distractions kept me from focusing on the task. However, I chose to “adult up” and got it done, paid the bills on time, performed quite a few unpalatable household chores (including wall cleaning), did several home repairs, and hired out the tasks to those who could do some of them better.

      One of the things I didn’t do is read any novels. Still regularly read three newspapers and four magazines, and completed several courses through a popular online class site. My crafting has fallen temporarily off to the side, but that has happened before, so I’ll pick it up again. Gave up some gaming apps, but stuck with three because they keep my brain from the perils of atrophy.

      I did a lot more work on my planned four novels this year than I have in a while. When the home repairs are completed, I will have a more dedicated office space to cocoon myself and concentrate on the process. It turned out that the replacement windows I ordered will not be installed until spring; until then, the space is simply too cold to work in. Honestly, though, the space in which I have been working–both when at my job from home and after hours–is still awaiting the upcoming chance to warm up a bit more.

      I discovered a brand of teddy bears that brought me joy, so I started a collection. To date, I have also gotten rid of some past relics and made an effort to discard the savings of my Depression-era parents, such as those boxes that “you never know when you might need them.” If only the fast food chains would stop giving me twenty napkins and two dozen sauce packets, I could get ahead of it.

      Baking and cooking have been enjoyable, though my best efforts to be healthy about it have not shrunken me at all. I’m starting to believe that there really is a point of no weight loss without drastic measures.

      My town lost a service station and a quick mart, but we’re gaining a food market and added a martial arts school.

      Through it all, we have tried to dig out of the messes made over the past five years, and tried to make the coming one start off better. Next week we’ll look at the present state of things and see if we can’t make some things work better by planning for what the future holds in 2023.

      That’s right: I’m still going to post on both holiday eves. I kept that resolution.

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    • Holiday-Free Zone

      Posted at 5:21 pm by kayewer, on December 10, 2022

      Last week I mentioned decorating for the holidays. What if you are the type of person who doesn’t celebrate holidays? Some people don’t do anything for even one of the most common December events. I’m not talking about Grinches, either. You don’t have to have a bad attitude to declare holidays off your to-do list. However, the Grinches, Mr. Potters (like the curmudgeon from It’s a Wonderful Life) and Mrs. Deagles (the misanthrope from Gremlins) out there don’t help matters.

      This is a time of year which, simply because it is so heavily touted as a family-oriented month, causes increases in depression and suicide. People become angry more easily due to the stress associated with societal expectations, and good intentions to diet and exercise are put off until January.

      A possible reason for the lack of celebration is also related to the increased feeling of loneliness among people who don’t have the Norman Rockwell-sized family with whom to celebrate. Some people have no family, and their friends have their own families, so the choices are limited to accepting a charitable invite, visiting a restaurant that is open, or spending the day alone.

      The societal rejects in our world are also excused from the requirements of normal existence, relegated to soup kitchens or even sitting alone in the same tent or cardboard box they inhabited the day before, trying to stave off the chill with a cup of donated coffee. It’s accepted with casual ignorance because, once we have situated our place in the world’s status hierarchy, we expect everybody else to remain entrenched in theirs.

      If a person doesn’t celebrate, it saves a lot of money on decorations, food, presents, cards and travel. It also saves others the burden of having to familiarize themselves with different people who may not have the same upbringing and, therefore, another angle of viewing the world around them. Think of it as inviting one person from political party A to a dinner at which everybody is in party B. Your guest is not like you in every respect. However, they may still enjoy Aunt Lidia’s lasagna.

      We have taken Christmas and turned it into the do-all, be-all event of the year to the near exclusion of others’ holidays. Since it was a date shifted for convenience to December 25, it seems we have chosen to designate it as such, and some cling steadfastly to it. For many others, it is a date on the calendar and nothing more. That doesn’t make their way of handling the day any more right or wrong. They are simply doing what is right for them.

      For those who just like December to be December, it’s okay, and we salute you.

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    • To Deck or Not to Deck

      Posted at 4:44 pm by kayewer, on December 3, 2022

      The holidays seem to come with a requirement that we decorate our homes. On patriotic holidays we limit ourselves to a flag, but some occasions call for huge displays of dedication and the willingness to empty one’s savings account.

      The two biggest decorating holidays appear to be Halloween and Christmas, with Easter and Valentine’s Day running neck and neck for third place. The home improvement and hardware stores, along with big retailers, set up humongous inflatables relevant to the time of year from which you can choose, such as giant stacks of hearts, or towering rabbits in pastel colors, or even Grim Reapers which could dwarf a basketball player..

      Christmas offers a staggering variety of things with which to colorfully show off your patronage of commercialism. Even though assembling a set of toy trains seems to have gone out of style, department stores offer miniature villages with themes from popular movies and television shows which you can arrange on a flat surface or under your tree.

      My issue is always with the populations of these mini villages: they’re disproportionately bigger than the doorways to the buildings. This is probably due to the consumer protections in place to lessen the chance of having the small figure of a package laden shopping lady become a snack for an undiscerning toddler, but then I would make the buildings bigger, not the people. Anybody who has ever knocked their noggin on a door jamb will agree with me on this.

      I have done it, and I’m not a seven-foot basketball player.

      One of the annual retail collections involve a group of carolers with their mouths in perfect “O” formation; even the dogs and cats. I have to avoid them when I shop, because they make me yawn. So much for perking up my holiday spirit.

      If you don’t do village scenery, you can decorate with garland and candles and themed table covers. Everything can be red and green, or blue and white, or black, red and green, or you can even go with a Diwali rainbow of everything.

      Your tree, on the other hand, can be themed for just about anything you can imagine, from a favorite movie to a favorite animal, singer, or even collectible products. The number of ornaments available for today’s trees is mind-boggling, and this is for after you string lights in computer-timed patterns not just on the tree, but all over your siding, garage and lawn. Families vie on a popular network program for a trophy and bragging rights if they have the most electrified house and biggest power company bill. I’ve yet to see if solar panels help lessen this seasonal expense.

      So what am I doing this year? I haven’t decided. I do have one of the classic Charlie Brown trees reminiscent of the annual special, with clumps of fir needles and a single red ornament. It looks nice on my table and is simple to assemble.

      Plus I don’t wind up yawning when I’m finished.

      Whatever you choose to put up for the holidays, just remember to keep the boxes, keep the valuable things out of the reach of the undiscerning toddlers (and pets), and keep the decorations up until at least January 6.

      Or when the number of pine needles on the floor outnumber those on your tree.

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    • Turkey Featherweight

      Posted at 11:54 am by kayewer, on November 24, 2022

      My heart is heavy today, and I haven’t even loaded up on Thanksgiving turkey yet (had a late breakfast). However, it’s depressing to write about an annual tradition which has officially ended this year and may never return.

      Every year since at least 2014, I have performed an annual weighing of the Black Friday sales circulars which come with the newspaper delivery. This used to be a source of fascination and joy, to go to the front walk and retrieve the two papers (one more national, one more local), and bring them inside for the official estimate. My mother, a Depression-era woman, still had my old baby scale, which came in handy to weigh large roasts for the oven, and it also served well for determining how much newspaper we got for the holiday season.

      I was tempted to do some arm curls because the heft of them both was so massive, and were the perfect size rolled up. Instead of a vertical roll, the carriers were forced to do a horizontal one, the number of ads for every store imaginable was so tremendous.

      In the good old days, the total weight of the supplements would rival a good-sized bowling ball. In 2014, the total weight of the papers was a whopping ten pounds. I posted this information to social media, to the delight of readers.

      In 2016, the papers slimmed down, weighing in at only 7.2 pounds.

      In 2019 it was a measly 3.9 pounds.

      The years of isolation and retail strife finally took their toll, and many of the reliable retailers were no longer even in business, such as K-Mart and Sears. Malls gave up on being open on Thanksgiving and the tradition of Black Friday returned to its rightfully scheduled position.

      But then again, many of the traditions we grew up with also left us, such as massive toy displays at department stores such as were seen in the classic film A Christmas Story. The days of professional window dressers who toiled at bringing scenes of holiday happiness to life in a frozen retail dioramas ended when many of the big stores shut down or expanded their interior sales floor space into those originally occupied by windows for the outside world. We no longer even have a toy store to light up a child’s face with promises of Santa saturation. Kiddie City is long gone, and Toys”R”Us is now a department at Macy’s.

      This year, the big sales ad was from the happy holdout of retail department stores, Boscov’s. The other ads were for electronics stores and bargain outlets. And the ads came on Wednesday.

      Unfortunately, it wasn’t worth breaking out the scale this year. It’s over but for this afternoon’s trip to tryptophan land.

      Perhaps this downfall should be attributed to the decline of the Boomer generation, for we were the ones who brought many of these yearly events into the world. Since we are leaving it, the things we brought to it will also go out of style. But what will those coming after us do for fun?

      You can’t weigh the Internet, or gift cards.

      It will be interesting to see what will come next Thanksgiving.

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