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Susan's Scribblings the Blog
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    • Working for Peanuts

      Posted at 9:41 pm by kayewer, on November 22, 2025

      I saw an article this week about something trivial yet interesting (as many of the peculiar and mundane subjects are in such time-wasting videos). The subject was a legacy treat called the circus peanut. For those of you who are unfamiliar with this concoction, it’s a marshmallow in the shape of a peanut, though with a flat surface, unusual colors such as orange, and a distinct banana flavor. Sometimes they’re found colored yellow or pink, but orange is the prevalent color for these treats, which have been around since the 19th century.

      The video mentioned the decline in the candy’s popularity, and it speculated that people are put off by something that does not meet pre-conceived expectations. In other words, our minds are programmed to expect something shaped like a peanut to, first of all, be the color of a peanut and, more importantly, taste like one. Instead, we get something orange tasting like a banana, which of course is yellow.

      Or is it?

      There are other colors to bananas, but the yellow varieties are what we expect to see and, therefore, the varieties tinted red, brown, or even purple or black, are not widely cultivated for sale in our produce sections.

      So, are we being lied to with an orange banana-flavored marshmallow with what appears to be a poorly thought-out moniker? No, not really. A peanut is a peanut. It’s a hard-shelled legume with the seeds (you read correctly) inside the shell, and they are (as we expect them to be) fed to circus elephants. However, some folks are allergic to peanuts, and some people have no teeth, and kids like candy, not nuts. The manufacturer of the circus peanut provided a sweet snack with a flavor many people like, in a texture pleasant to the tastebuds.

      And here is something else to be said for the circus peanut: somebody at General Mills placed a circus peanut on a cutting board and chopped it into little pieces to add to some Cheerios cereal, thus creating what we now know as Lucky Charms (TM), back in 1964. And everybody knows the best part of any cereal with marshmallows in it certainly isn’t the crunchy grains. We save the horseshoe-shaped bits for last and, even if they are a bit stale, we love them just the same.

      The article shed an unnecessarily negative light on an old snack which is still a presence in candy aisles, in the same neighborhood as those paper strips of button candy, Necco(TM) wafers and licorice whips. They’re nostalgic, quirky, and overall, not a bad little diversion from all the cultural concoctions we devour regularly that are even worse for our health.

      And yes, I’m sure elephants would eat them.

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    • Cornered

      Posted at 4:28 pm by kayewer, on November 15, 2025

      I went to an event in Pittsburgh, PA today, which means that this Jersey girl drove across the entire commonwealth and back, which takes a little over nine hours round trip. Having done this excursion before, I got smart and took a hotel room overnight instead of spending an entire day driving to and from. By the time I navigated traffic in the infamous Philadelphia concrete car-choking freeway that is known as the “Sure Kill Expressway,” I was famished and tired. I did what any red-blooded average person does; I stopped at McDonald’s to pick up “linner.” That’s a word for when you get late lunch or early dinner, to the uninitiated, just like brunch is breakfast/lunch.

      The chicken wraps are a popular choice, and they still had a third spicy buffalo version available, so I bought one of each. When I got the bag home, each wrap was lovingly bundled like a baby with a sticker on the corner of the paper to prevent unravelling. The buffalo wrap was even given special treatment because it had no wrapper of its own, so the order slip was attached to it to identify it from the other two.

      This is where it got interesting. And forgive me for being such a detail-oriented persnickety person.

      The other two wraps were done the exact same way; same rolling technique, same sticker. Two cleanly executed handfuls of my not having to cook. When I unwrapped the first, however, I realized that the wrapper itself was designed to identify the two varieties of chicken wrap: Spicy or Ranch. The Spicy wrap has red labelling in the corner, and Ranch has blue, across from each other on the same paper wrapper. The trick is that the person doing the wrapping has to remember to put the hot item into the opposite corner of what it is, placing the Ranch wrap in the Spicy corner and vice versa, so that when it is rolled and closed with the sticker, the identity of the type of wrap is clearly marked on the outside.

      Both of mine were identified as Spicy. Inside one, though, was the Ranch I ordered.

      Who knew chicken wraps could have an identity crisis?

      As I bit into my Ranch wrap which identified as Spicy, I pondered the absurdity of the issue, wishing at the same time that whoever was cranking out the chicken wraps would actually experience an epiphany and figure out how the paper was supposed to be applied. I don’t know if this is just me or just them, but either the person wasn’t trained, or they didn’t realize that this was the key to something small but important in how to identify similar items. If three people ordered different wraps, the buffalo order was easy to spot, but the others needed to be unwrapped to figure out which was which.

      Anyway, the wraps were wonderful, the fries tasty as always, and the grumbling in my tummy has subsided.

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    • Next Available

      Posted at 4:32 pm by kayewer, on November 8, 2025

      People generally do not like to wait in line, yet many of our in-person experiences mandate doing just that. Banks and airports supply quaint rope mazes to make the queue orderly, and theme parks go out of their way to make the wait for an attraction tolerable by winding visitors through well-decorated scenic stand-and-shuffle routes. With the emergence of other checkout methods, we may not have eliminated the lines, but we have given ourselves a choice of what kind of line in which we wish to wait.

      Some places have cashiers and self-checkout, yet the lines at both can be just as dense. The DIY culture doesn’t make the process any faster, because even if the method of purchasing your things has been established, sometimes the procedure is changed from the last time you visited. For folks who like to set their minds on autopilot and go through the motions (click here, click there, answer yes, answer no), one little alteration in the order of checkout on the part of the programmers of these machines can mean the difference between getting change in coins and rounding up by contributing to a charity (or worse, missing your chance to use your cash back bonus).

      I recently visited a department store which I had not been to for several months. I needed to restock on some things (as in clothing in which to be seen in public), and when I stepped inside I found that an entire section of one department had been removed and replaced with a checkout zone the size of the men’s toiletry section. In one corner was the entrance to the customer line or queue, and along its outer wall opposite the cashiers, whose backs were facing it, was a newfangled self-checkout section of three kiosks. By each station was a stack of handled paper bags (no plastic bags in my state), a touchscreen terminal, and a slot for inserting clothes hangers.

      The queue was already at the entrance of the “cattle chute,” so I decided to take my chances with handling the new self checkout experience myself. Nobody around me was brave enough to make the attempt, so I also burdened myself with setting a good example.

      The process started off simply enough; discard a hanger, scan the barcode, place the item in the bagging area. Which was actually the counter. However, when it came time to pay, no instructions appeared. It took me a minute or so to realize that I had to touch the screen for the department store’s credit card or somebody else’s card (no cash) before the POS terminal would bother to read my card and take my future income away. Imagine that: a terminal that doesn’t register a swipe. At least I know I wasn’t double charged, though if I had, there did not appear to be somebody watching over the terminals to help if there was a problem. This is not only self-checkout, but fix it yourself or go back to college math class.

      I walked away with a bagful of supplies and a receipt. As I continued to shop, I noticed that not every place in the store had gone this new route, but some familiar checkout desks were conspicuously missing, replaced by the three cashier and three kiosk garden of retail delights near the exit.

      After leaving the store, I felt a mixture of nostalgia for the old days and a sense of relief that I didn’t have a meltdown while buying my own things. I don’t even know if all the stores in the chain have the new technology, but as I left the kiosk I did notice that another shopper bravely stepped up to give it a try.

      She had stood in the middle of the bustle, without even getting in a line. Imagine that.

      This may be the start of something better, though introducing it just before the holiday crunch may be premature, I will probably return for more shopping.

      And I’ll know what I’m doing. Spending the same money without the “have a nice day” unless I want to wait in line for it.

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    • Mo-Vember

      Posted at 3:17 pm by kayewer, on November 1, 2025

      There are only 61 days left in the year, now that we’re on the first day of November. These are the crazy times when the day after Halloween begins a frenzy of food, shopping, travel and other insanity until we start a new year. This is the month for more of everything. More food, more frivolity, until somebody’s waistline or energy timer says “no mo.”

      Writers–of which I hope to be counted as one–may have started off the day at midnight holding an unofficial version of the event once called NaNoWriMo (National Novel Writing Month), which as an entity went dark earlier this year. The staff were forced to shut the whole operation down, and it suffered an unexpected death at the hands of a variety of evildoers, including criminals trolling the official website for potential underage victims, causing a scandal. Also, they were done in by a business model system lacking in a complete and helpful path of guidance to help the uninitiated navigate the process while protecting the brand from disaster. If you check out YouTube, you will see a video explaining much of what happened to NaNoWriMo; a cautionary tale and warning to others excited about the prospect of becoming a highly visited presence on the Web. Learn to crawl and everything-proof your surroundings before you walk.

      But back to getting November off to a rousing start. Writers are coming up with creative alternative ways to make the month count for something. Heck, I’m doing that myself right now by writing this post. I may not get to 1600 words, but this is a month I am hoping to make more progress on my quartet of novels, of which I am in the draft phase of book two and have some foundations up for books three and four. I have a critique group which is putting up with reading my drafts, because I am writing dark fiction. My critiquers don’t normally read it. Some specialties fare better when read by folks who share enthusiasm for the genre, but they gamely offer the feedback they can, and I love them for it.

      My other projects for the month of November include shifting the household around and putting things back where they belong. After a year of decluttering and maintenance which was overdue, I have rooms filled with stuff from other rooms. Once I shift it all around, I will have my space back, and some old spaces will have their original purpose back.

      Finally, I plan to pick up my crochet hook this month. I ordered an advent calendar filled with crochet delights for 24 days, and I have supplies of yarn enough to open a shop, but instead I will craft some wonderful things just in time for the holidays and year-end.

      My fridge has some ingredients for tomorrow’s Sunday dinner, and my turkey for Thanksgiving is already occupying a space in the freezer. I’ll just need the mashed potatoes and dessert. Holiday shopping is finished (go ahead and hate me). That gives me some room for taking a deep breath and preparing for whatever comes next. The next word, the next project, or the next trip up flights of steps for restoring order to a home filled with chaotic mismatched items.

      If it isn’t writing month, it’s shifting month. And it’s only 30 days long.

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    • Dead In Plain Sight

      Posted at 8:31 pm by kayewer, on October 25, 2025

      There is nothing more disturbing than learning that somebody has died, and nobody noticed. The stories are out there, such as the woman who lived alone and frequently traveled, but apparently died of natural causes in her car in the garage and nobody found her for six years. Her bills were automatically paid from her bank account, and kind neighbors kept her lawn mown. When her account ran dry and notices went unanswered, the bank foreclosed on the house and sent somebody to repair a leaky roof before announcing its sale, which was when the discovery was made of her mummified remains.

      In Croatia, a woman named Hedviga Golik died alone in her home. The difference? She wasn’t found for 42 years.

      A nurse in her 40s from Zagreb, who lived in a quiet apartment, Hedviga made a cup of tea one day in 1966, sat down in her chair and passed away. Her bills were paid by the building architect, who had set up a perpetual fund which continued after he had died. Lights stayed on in the apartment, but nobody questioned it and some people assumed she may have moved out.

      The building underwent renovation in 2008, and that was when the work crew made an authorized break-in to the unit and found a gruesome living space frozen in time. Everything was preserved from that fateful day in 1966, including Hedviga, whose body had dried in the climate-controlled space.

      I discovered that occasionally missing persons are found in submerged vehicles years after they disappeared. Logic dictates that we should patrol nearby waterways or cliffs to see if somebody met with disaster, and not to wait until a bizarre event leads to something that should have been discovered in the beginning. For example, a person using Google Maps saw a satellite image of a vehicle under water in a lake, leading to closure for a family missing a loved one. We now have drones which can do it instantly.

      It’s one thing to live in a population in which everybody minds their own business, but another when we ignore what should be our business. Lives are lost in isolation and misery because we don’t pay attention to a child being mistreated, a woman being domestically terrorized, or even a dog or cat being left out in the cold to starve or suffer under nature’s elements. Times like this should compel us to leave MYOB to where it belongs–in other situations–and step up to make people know that they are not confined to the shadows.

      I have walked the empty halls of senior housing apartments with nobody to be seen, residents or visitors. My feed brings up stories of dive crews showing a license plate taken off a vehicle under water to waiting family on the shore. Articles about people whose lives ended after years of horror at the hands of another make me cry. When stories of such poor souls come to my social media feed, I feel for these people. The missing and ignored matter, as we all do.

      Nobody should have an obituary reading that they died alone and not one person cared. Even the most despicable, notorious prisoners serving life sentences receive public notice of their death. We cry when we read that a child has been lost to violence. We can rebalance these incidents with more attention to what is around us, and put an end to those mysterious apartments where the lights never go out for 42 years.

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    • That’s Salad a Salad

      Posted at 3:05 pm by kayewer, on October 18, 2025

      Food shopping for one can be complicated. Heck, shopping for certain numbers of diners can be complicated. A family of five can have two hotdogs apiece, but does a single person want to have one hotdog a day? Or two hotdogs a day and one spare? And what about those rolls?

      Occasionally I purchase single serve heat and eat meals for myself, prepared by the store, and they work a treat. The advantages include portion control and a balanced serving of everything you need nutritionally. The downside is the cost, which can often be more than either frozen dinners or what you would pay buying larger quantities of all the fresh ingredients and breaking them down into daily meals.

      For example, a multi-pack of chicken breasts can cost a few dollars a day when you sort them into one per freezer bag and break them out when you need them. Even if you have an entire can or more than the serving size of frozen vegetables, you’re still ahead money-wise and are eating healthier by having seconds on the veggies rather than the protein.

      So for around $11-$13 each, I can have a nutritious dinner instead of drive-thru fat and sodium.

      This past weekend I found a new selection of salads at my local grocer for $9.99 each. They were presented right next to those prepared dinners I usually purchase, and so I bought one of each and tried them over three days, just to see what effect eating more Mediterranean would do for me.

      The results were promising.

      I discovered some new taste sensations, including kimchi, which I mentioned last week in my Korean lunch post. One of the salads included the zingy cabbage, harissa, farro and couscous. Another had thin-sliced beef, and the third included salmon. The dressings were tasty, the proteins flavorful, and the greens fresh and crunchy. What remained was to see the aftereffects, if any, and whether I would still feel hungry after going so light on my meals.

      The first positive thing I noticed was sleep. I went through more stages of sleep and even had dreams, which have eluded me lately. I was able to go back to sleep more easily, too. There were no digestive issues, and I wasn’t craving a bag of chips, nor did I supplement the dinner with dessert.

      This is something worth investing some time in, and I think I will spend a few weeks exploring this idea to see where it leads me. I may lose weight or gain energy. Maybe not, but trying something new opens doors and allows the spirit to get out of the mundane state of apathy. That’s something we could all use.

      This week I plan to get a few more salads and mix them in with my regular and prepared dishes. The cost per meal may go up slightly, but the advantages to my overall wellbeing may be worth it.

      Don’t tell my friends at the drive-thru.

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    • Korean Chow

      Posted at 3:22 pm by kayewer, on October 11, 2025

      Sometimes my social media feed presents interesting content which I didn’t ask for. Recently I began getting videos of what Korean office workers eat for lunch.

      I haven’t had a lunch in a workplace cafeteria since March 2020 when our building shut down and we began working from home. Our cafeteria was accommodating and offered great choices, and I have the late middle aged girth to prove it. Our staff would conduct barbeques outside the cafeteria for special occasions and grill chicken, burgers and hotdogs, while inside we would have actual dinner fare for lunch. This probably stemmed from the amount of time most people would be stuck in traffic going home in the evenings, to prevent them having dinner at 8:00 at night.

      Apparently Korean office staff are fed by their company at no or little expense to the employees. That’s a plus. The lunch privilege is often part of hiring contracts and something they are proud of, especially when costs are making it harder to meet such expenses.

      The videos I have seen show somebody picking up a multi-compartment tray of nearly a dozen indented shapes and approaching a rice cooker filled with the day’s selection, often multi-grain or even purple rice which one self serves with a paddle resting nearby in a bowl of water. Next often comes kimchi (fermented cabbage and/or radish) or a variant. Next would come bulgogi, which is marinated meat thin-sliced and cooked on the grill or stir-fried. Vegetables are plentiful and may include a variety of leaves, shoots or salad greens; in fact, I have yet to see a clip without a healthy green salad accompanied by a ladle of pastel dressing of some kind.

      Proteins can be squid rings, fish cakes, chicken or even pork. They all looked beautifully presented and came in fork-sized servings, though the only tools the person in the video used were a long-handled metal spoon and chopsticks. Everything is apparently washed, and with the exception of drinks, there is little to no paper waste.

      One food item that piqued my curiosity was acorn jelly or dotorimuk, which is as you would expect from a savory gelatin; acorn starch is dissolved in water, with salt added, solidified and served in blocks with an optional dipping sauce. It’s supposed to have a simple, nutty flavor.

      Another popular selection is stew or jjigae (gee-gay), cold soups, and spicy broths with the option to add ramen style noodles and heat over an individual hot plate. The tray filled up with what we might consider an extended flight of samplers but actually serve as a way to eat a little of everything and receive the nutritional values of each without going overboard.

      The beverages were often small (think five ounce sized) and consisted of teas infused with peach or another fruit. No ice. Not a lot to eat or drink, but apparently just enough for lunch.

      The obesity rate in South Korea is at a third of the population, especially for men and older adults, which seems odd considering the healthy fare I saw in the videos. There was nothing I would not be willing to try were I to find myself in a Seoul office building at lunchtime. Even an anchovy dish looked worthwhile.

      The selection of lunch line videos has been inviting, especially when the OP has submitted so many of them that I won’t see a duplicate for some time. And when I am not drooling over kimchi, I can watch a rug cleaner, a sheep shearer, or a cow farrier relieving a bovine of nails in their hooves. Or watch more Universal visitors get insulted by Megatron.

      What do they think of me in that social media algorithm mindset? I may never know. But keep feeding me.

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    • Redux

      Posted at 8:17 pm by kayewer, on October 4, 2025

      Life is truly a realm of transitions. From the moment of birth, we begin evolving and growing, and as we become sentient, we also make choices and decisions and change them constantly. Occasionally we cling desperately to some ideals and concepts at considerable cost to our sense of self. The changes we make alter the course of our lives from one time to another.

      In my decades of life, I have found a unique niche in writing which has been both a joy and torture. When an elementary teacher first took an interest in my assignment preparation technique, and later when I was sent to an advance creative writing workshop at the high school, the faculty treated me as if I were a burden by having any type of talent. It became clear that I was expected to not succeed, possibly in favor of other students with more desirable, but unspoken, traits.

      It’s wonderful for the ego to have those who are supposed to be shaping your character break it down by shoving metaphorical bamboo shards under your emotional fingernails.

      Occasionally my writing has brought positive responses and rewards, but on others I have lost privileges and my feelings of worth. At present I have had some tests of resolve which I cannot ignore. My current project is a series of novels which are being critiqued, and it’s been a harrowing journey. While I sort out the particulars of my project and try to keep the rest of my personal life in order, my blog may be shorter or more sporadic, though I will strive toward the former to keep my promise of consistency for you, my devoted readers.

      All of the publicity in our world says that a life should be well-lived, and the key is to not leave anybody out of that opportunity, and I include myself in that concept. For all the negativity, isolation, bullying, ignorance and cruelty I have experienced, the balance of positivity, companionship, kindness, knowledge, and empathy have put too much stress on the wrong side of the scale. My health has suffered, and I have felt banned from an essential part of what makes our country great: the pursuit of happiness.

      The process of reinvention can be difficult, but trial and error must eventually lead to success, and that is what I will be striving for in the weeks to come. I hope you will continue to follow my journey with me.

      After all, the year isn’t over yet; it’s only week 40 of 52. Anything is possible in twelve weeks.

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    • And Nobody Died

      Posted at 3:12 pm by kayewer, on September 27, 2025

      The city of Camden, New Jersey, just reported that they experienced their first summer free of homicides in fifty years, and overall crime is at a 55-year low. That is something to be proud of.

      My parents lived in Camden for a short time during their early married years, and my mother grew up there in a time when everybody knew everybody else, and you would just as soon see a child bringing home a pack of cigarettes (and exact change) from the corner store as a grownup bringing an open pitcher of beer home to have with dinner.

      Camden is recognized nationwide for its reputation as a center of blight, poverty and crime. The city is situated across the Delaware River from Philadelphia, PA. Residents of New Jersey in other parts of the county can easily distinguish the difference in location by the major highway running between Camden and the rest of the suburbs; on one side are quaint homes, and on the other are abandoned or security gated businesses. The main street running through the heart of Camden becomes more depressing the further West one travels its length. The cemetery where poet Walt Whitman is buried is next to a hospital and abandoned convent, then the journey’s scenery morphs into row homes of varying degrees of repair and rubbish, where the neighborhood has become home to a mixture of the low-to-moderate income and the malcontent attempting to survive.

      Originally Camden was similar to neighborhoods in New York, serving as a melting pot of immigrants and thriving middle-class candidates starting to take root in the opportunities offered by shipbuilding, RCA Victor, and Campbell Soup, which built its headquarters there. Originally a Quaker community, residents in the early 20th century traveled between other parts of New Jersey and Philadelphia with thriving job markets. The decline of industrialization caused people to move away, and new populations moved in with no means of livelihood, leading to an increase in urban decay and crime.

      The state university, Rutgers, grew its Camden campus into a huge compound much different from when I spent a few years attending evening classes. They now have dorms and athletic fields. The Benjamin Franklin Bridge’s lights illuminate a thriving college community, and some of the torn shells of abandoned homes were razed. A high security prison nearby which operated from 1985 until 2009, was also closed down, flattened and given over to open space and a small children’s playground.

      The county formed a police force, and some new businesses (particularly a massive expanded hospital complex near the waterfront) have brought renewal to the area, and crime has gone down by seventy percent or more in some instances. Only seven homicides have been reported in Camden in 2025, and with three months of the year to go, the figures appear to be promising.

      The poverty rate of over 28% still makes Camden a poor city compared to the 12.4% national poverty average. However, loft apartment living, an aquarium, and new business ventures are appearing regularly, bringing a promising future to the city.

      Just a piece of good news when there has been so much of the other type lately. It’s always comforting to see life come back when it lacks for too long. Here’s to completing 2025 on a positive note.

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    • Cut To The Chase Already

      Posted at 3:24 pm by kayewer, on September 20, 2025

      When I first began posting on this blog, I wanted to be sure I didn’t make my entries feel like interminable cliffhangers. So much on social media prompts viewers to “click for more,” and I don’t want to be one of “those” people who strings readers along without a reasonably timely payoff.

      Here, therefore, are some of the things you may have been lured into by social media like Pennywise trying to grab a child from under the sewer grate, without any suffering involved. Also included are some quick pieces of (what I hope is) sage advice. Nothing wordy. Just the advice parts.

      Pink Himalayan sea salt mixed with lemon juice and water is not a dietary kick starter, and definitely not a substitute for injectables or proper diet and exercise. What it may do is provide hydration similar to Gatorade(R) or other such beverages. Don’t waste your time, and ask your doctor or a dietician.

      There is a diet personality named Dr. Gundry who pooh-poohs the idea of eating oatmeal for breakfast because of lectins, which supposedly affect your gut health. Oats are for horses, he says. Many experts tout oatmeal, particularly the steel cut variety, as having great heart benefits and the ability to control diabetes and cholesterol because of another substance called beta-glucan. If you have digestive issues, ask your healthcare provider for personalized advice on what to have for breakfast, rather than watching a soapbox-standing barker on social media. I have eaten three-minute steel cut oatmeal daily for years, and my lab numbers are just fine.

      The best way to deal with procrastination is to not put off the entire project, but to start on a piece of the project you can handle, and work your way up from there. I managed to declutter with this method.

      Before becoming entrenched in a new series on a streaming service for which you would have to pay, check on social media for people who have already watched it and listen to their opinions. You may decide, as I did, not to get started on a show because it obviously was not what I had hoped it would be.

      I received negative feedback from somebody, and it really hit me hard. I recently found that somebody else had a similar experience with the same person. So it wasn’t just me, and I wish I had asked about it sooner. Not only am I re-committed to what I was going to give up on, but my being ticked off is fueling my rebound. That’s not a bad thing.

      If you need a restraining order, you need to get that person away from you with more than just a piece of paper. Somebody that desperate to cling to you is dangerous. Not convinced? Look up some of the people who are no longer with us because the restrained person simply did in the restrainer. Don’t be another one of them.

      Just because somebody posts an opinion doesn’t mean it’s gospel. Who is the person? What else do they support or detest? Do research before you click the like button.

      If a person provides an opinion you don’t agree with, remember all the opinions they gave that you did agree with, and measure against what you like and don’t like. You may simply chalk it up to being human. Humans are flawed, after all.

      Always look at the sender’s email address, especially when it’s delivered as spam. If the email doesn’t resemble an actual business or entity, it’s probably a scam. If they offer something with a series of steps that seems odd, it’s probably a scam.

      We in the US are subjected to more dangerous food additives than in Europe (including the UK), because we don’t ban as many of these chemicals. Their products may be less brightly colored, but they are certainly healthier. That says something for stores that carry imported versions of products, and they may be worth trying. They are expensive, however.

      When you step outside your front door, the world’s rules govern you. When you are inside your home, your rules govern all who enter. Just remember that they also have the option to not stay.

      I hope some of these snippets will benefit you, because I took considerable time to gather and present them in the simplest way possible to save you time, effort and possibly health problems. You are welcome to submit your own or let me know if any of the advice here has benefitted you.

      Excuse me while I prepare my oatmeal.

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