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    • Contagion

      Posted at 12:39 am by kayewer, on March 16, 2020

      On Friday the Thirteenth of March, of all days, the president announced that the United States was in a state of national emergency. A virus originating in China had spread by international travel contact throughout the world, causing multiplying cases and many deaths. At its origin point, China built makeshift hospitals to handle the influx of infected individuals. Right now their cases have plummeted to the point at which the “tempspitals” have been dismantled now.

      Italy has been hardest hit, but their people are resilient and grateful for the medical staff and cleaning crews working around the clock to contain the spread. In Australia, actor Tom Hanks and his wife contracted the virus and are recuperating in place.

      My office work involves 24 hour phone centers, so unless the contagion reaches our space, I and my co-workers will either come into work, go to another branch or work remotely from home. Such options were not available before. But then, a national shutdown of this kind was not considered before.

      Our grocery stores are out of toilet paper, because when there is a disease going around, everybody overuses toilet paper beyond normal expectations. I also read about supply hoarders who have stocked up on hand sanitizers or bleach infused single use wipes, hoping to buy their next Cadillac with their overinflated profits. Never heard about anybody enjoying the fruits of that adventure, though.

      Oh, and the meat counters are all out of fresh beef and poultry, because when people have to stay home, they want to grill. That was fine for me, because I bought the pre-cooked chicken and popped them in the freezer. Those were not out of stock. The demand for water went up also, because whenever a threat comes along, the first thing people think about, after toilet paper, is water. Since we’re polluting the oceans and rivers, bottled is a must.

      So it looks like a couple of weeks of restrictions and closures of a kind we normally see only during major snowstorms or other extreme weather events. But we will get over this as with anything else.

      And then the shelves can be restocked with toilet paper.

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    • After You

      Posted at 3:51 am by kayewer, on March 8, 2020

      Capital punishment is an eternally debatable topic and polarizing for most people. Either one feels that a person who takes life should forfeit his own, or that such “eye for an eye” justice is wrong.

      The most recent case was that of Nathaniel Woods, an Alabama man executed on March 5 for being an accomplice to the shooting deaths of police officers. He and his roommate, Kerry Spencer, encountered three officers who came to break up a cocaine dealing ring fronted by Woods, Spencer and a third man who claimed to have avoided the location after it become difficult to keep police from conducting searches to bust the operation (he claims he paid protection money but the price had increased out of his range).

      In testimony, Spencer admitted to being the sole shooter, but he remains on death row. Alabama law allows for accomplices to be executed, but it is unclear if any order of atonement is in place. So Woods went to his death first, having done nothing to cause the deaths of the officers (in that he performed no harmful act such as shooting them as Spencer did), and Spencer is still serving time.

      My initial comments on this issue started quite a lengthy thread on Facebook, most because people began standing on soapboxes about the law rather than addressing the question I posed, which was why the accomplice was executed first.

      We can’t seem to agree on what to do about people with no regard for human life, but we also seem to get many aspects of human reformation wrong. So what to do about accomplices versus those who actually commit acts against humanity?

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    • Dozing

      Posted at 2:26 am by kayewer, on March 1, 2020

      In the past year, two Lutheran churches have shut down in my area, and both of them were within miles of each other on the same street. That may hint that there are fewer Lutherans in the world, or fewer church-goers (except at Easter and Christmas). When faith is tested, some people just bail.

      What really got to me was a small business which was torn down recently, because I used to work there. That was over 30 years ago.

      On a lot next to a boxy brick apartment building, two businesses were once thriving. One was a computer repair facility, and the other was a house which belonged to a doctor and his wife, who did clerical services. I worked for her briefly before finding my dream job.

      The computer repair place had been vacant for years, but when I saw the signage for a well-known demolition firm covering the shingle for the doctor/typist building, I felt a pang. With the small repurposed house reduced to salvage fodder under a wrecking ball, a piece of my past was broken down as well.

      Nobody seems to like old buildings, unless they can serve as tourist attractions or historical bastions. Many don’t fall easily to implosion, which says a lot when so many new construction buildings seem to crumble at the slightest gust of wind.

      The plot of ground is level now, and ready for something new. I just hope whatever they build can withstand time, however it passes.

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    • Bad Taste In

      Posted at 2:15 am by kayewer, on February 23, 2020

      Drinking can be hazardous, and I’m not talking about alcohol. The vessels we use to keep liquid nourishment handy can sometimes pose problems. BPA (bisphenol A) is the most feared chemical common in plastic bottles, so I tried going with stainless steel.

      That was a mistake. Within 48 hours of putting tea into a stainless container, I was experiencing a constant metallic taste in my mouth, and awoke with what I am assuming is bleeding gums. Never a good thing.

      Being a scientific minded person, I went a day with my plastic bottles instead, and had no metal taste or bleeding. That seems to cinch it. My new stainless bottle is to blame.

      There can’t be a group to monitor everything that is made for sale today, but one would expect some oversight to catch these types of things. I have contacted the company from which I bought the item and am waiting for a response.

      Now, about that handbag I ordered from China, in light of the coronavirus outbreak, I checked with the CDC and learned that my risk of contracting anything from a product is nearly non-existent because the virus would only live for hours in transit.

      That’s reassuring, but it makes you wonder why we should have to worry about products making us sick, in addition to what happens to them once they are condemned to the trash. We seem to be swimming in uncertain pools of unknown glop which may kill us all or, at least, affect our future offspring.

      We should probably just go for really big paper cups and burlap handbags.

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    • Fish Fiend

      Posted at 2:25 am by kayewer, on February 16, 2020

      I have a betta fish at the office who hates me. He certainly is not the first hater in society whom I’ve encountered, and in terms of a significant threat he is none. However, what causes any being to like or dislike is mysterious. This fish has been in three different aquariums, gotten tons of fresh water, a suitable environment and lots of attention, yet he swims away from me whenever I approach, or hides inside his underwater log and stares at me as if I scare the scales off of him. He has even taken to playing dead.

      The other fish in our department has a Napoleon the Piranha complex and engages anything holding food between their fingers. He interacts with anybody, including me.

      It is pretty disheartening to the ego when a fish dislikes you for no reason. It didn’t start out that way. In fact, he was all for me in the pet store, never taking his eyes off me. That’s why I brought him back to the office and set him up in style. He has what is touted as the most quiet filter for a betta tank, fresh plastic plants, nice lighting and a full view of office life, with two squares a day. Granted, my corner is not the busiest, but he has plenty of visitors, and a co-worker takes her Sundays during lulls in the day and cleans both tanks.

      Of course, she is more attractive than me, so maybe my betta is looks-shaming me.

      I feed him recommended food, and throw in occasional blood worm treats. He doesn’t care. The minute he sees me, he zooms into a corner and hides.

      He needn’t worry: I will continue to provide for him for life. Afterward, however, I think I will go into terrariums.

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    • Time Stitching

      Posted at 2:44 am by kayewer, on February 9, 2020

      I’m addicted to Temponaut time lapse videos. Initially I intended to look at relaxation videos as part of my resolution to be mindful and find relaxing outlets for myself. Watching flowers grow seemed like a good idea, so I tuned in to the collection of footage offered by Temponaut.

      The first video I saw was of passion flowers blooming, with bursts of floral birth and waving tendrils in mid-air (and finally saved from fruitless gesturing by the appearance of a plant stake onto which it gratefully attached).

      From there my viewing has gone on to scenic night skies and of decomposition. It can be just as exciting to watch stars go by than to view a group of bananas going bad over the course of 108 days. You can actually see the green bananas ripen and yellow to perfection just before they start to deflate, blacken and grow mold.

      Then there were the water beads which grew and expanded, and the burger war pitting an organic sandwich against a fast food version. Let’s put it this way: if you want to be embalmed, keep eating those drive-through burgers, because the ones in the video hardly broke down, while the “better for you” one became black and fuzzy.

      Nothing like a time lapse video to remind you of what is bad for you.

      The whole idea of relaxation is fine if you can find the time, which is why time lapse videos are so convenient, in that they provide days of mindful watching into a few minutes. These videos, combined with an increase in exercise, should help me adjust my life into something a bit more comfortable and healthy.

      That, and knowing how long food lasts when left out.

       

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    • Parking A Lot

      Posted at 12:14 am by kayewer, on February 3, 2020

      Sunday parking is a mystery to me, especially on a day when there is a “Big Game” like today. The parking lot at the Acme was at a premium, and I had gone there as I suspected the lots at ShopRite and Wegman’s would be even more packed. Grocery stores, apparently, are the same everywhere, and know no peace on a triple-threat like today/Sunday. Add to the new popular grocery shopping day that it is the first of the month when food aid stipends are delivered, and a “Big Game,” and chaos is a guarantee.

      Still, I used a cartlet (one of those new-fangled smaller two-tiered styles for grocery runs larger than a hand basket but smaller than a big cart), and managed to buy the week’s food without touching a pulled pork container or a nacho chip.

      Still, I couldn’t help wondering about why the parking lot had so many cars. It seems to me that, if one person or family is entertaining several people for the game, only they would shop, and those being entertained would not need to go to the store to buy food, so the lot should be less crowded, but the pulled pork and chips would run out faster.

      If it were the holiday season, I could understand crowded parking lots, because every single person seems to need to buy stuff for a bunch of other people, so with one person to a vehicle, it gets a bit packed in that asphalt and gridded wasteland.

      Anyway, there were no lines at the registers and, unlike Wegman’s, I could have gone to self checkout and paid cash.

      Don’t get me started on that new pet peeve. Credit cards only at self-checkout? If I have dollar bills to feed into a slot, I’ll use them, thank you.

      So I didn’t buy anything for any big game, because I am not inclined to watch. Besides, I went to the big box club on Friday and bought “Big Game” food for the office for the second time in a month (without buying three or four things I could’ve gotten because it screws around with the accounting department when I try to itemize the receipt on the corporate expense report), and since I don’t work Sundays, I never get to eat what I bought.

      But the parking lot had spaces then.

       

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    • Bags Under the Arms

      Posted at 2:58 am by kayewer, on January 26, 2020

      The perfect handbag doesn’t always last. I thought I had found mine, and it was a great replacement for my first love, the Ambassador II bag of old, which fell victim to hard times and a buyout and who knows what else. For years I carried a bag by Donna Sharp called the Pauline, which was just right for me. I found it when I saw a coworker carrying one. Between us we managed to buy each new pattern, but only once did we catch ourselves with the same one. I was the one who changed purses that time.

      Now it looks like we both have to change.

      Donna Sharp has redesigned the bag and renamed it Paula. It’s smaller: 7″ by 4 1/2″ by 12″ to Pauline’s 5.5″ by 8″ by 11.25″. We talked after coming into the office in our new bags. Neither of us could fit the same things into it because the compartments shrank, so we dislike that. I normally fit my cell phone into the center pocket, but on the new model it now also contains an inside pouch, and the phone gets tangled in it. My coworker had to leave out some things she normally carries, and I reshuffled mine into other places and couldn’t remember where they were when I needed them. The strap went from a wide fabric to a thinner material, and it doesn’t stay put on the shoulder.

      Which means we’re back where we started years ago. How do you find the same or similar bag? It’s not as if one can input such a question into a search engine and get good results. The lists and photos and dead ends (no longer available) are endless, and prices are ridiculous, because handbags are pricey due to their temporary or seasonal nature. Hunting in department stores is no better, because women descend on the purse table like vultures on the last prey carcass.

      I did order a different style bag and am trying it now. It’s bigger, of course, but it has features I need. If it fails I’ll have to search some more for another replacement. It’s the second hardest thing for a woman to find, just behind comfortable control garments.

      Hug your handbag tight, ladies: it may be the last one you ever love.

       

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    • A Ten Shun

      Posted at 3:53 am by kayewer, on January 19, 2020

      Past participles may be an endangered species. I have heard increasing numbers of instances where the wrong words were used, due to a lack of knowledge or laziness. For example, in an animal attack, somebody often is bitten. Notice the “ten” in there: bitten is the past participle of the word bite. The creature in the past probably bit quite a few people, but those folks have been bitten.

      Of course, some wiseguy may argue that somebody who is smitten (a euphemism for being overcome by affection) did not do so because somebody smit him or her (in fact, that individual smote them as our holy creator did to a few biblical miscreants*), but that is the way of the language, people.

      Every time I hear somebody say, “I got bit,” I cringe. There is a “ten” in there. Some grammar experts feel both are acceptable in some usages, but I really prefer to hear the longer version. Maybe it’s because I’m a writer, and letters add to the word count.

      Our sense of grammar seems to be falling apart, and with penmanship on life support in public schools, we may be in danger of becoming incapable of communicating at all with our hands or voices.

      Coming from a world in which “whey day at” is an accepted substitute for “where are they,” I guess rules are being bent all over the place. Like twisted metal. Arguing about grammar, like climate change, does not guarantee it being heard. The “not me” or NIMBY (not in my backyard) crowd pour from the doors of our colleges with no true idea of how much skill they lack.

      I was an English major, and I am certain I lack a few key skills, too. At least I do feel it’s good to occasionally point out one or two, hoping to score a win.

      I was bitten by the grammar bug early in life, and can’t unbite it.

      *(Of course, smiting when God did it in the Bible usually meant the smitees were killed, and unless we want to get into a big discussion about what love does to a person, let’s just move on.)

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    • The Literate Pirate

      Posted at 2:37 am by kayewer, on January 12, 2020

      My Saturday newspapers were stolen over the holidays. Every week I get two newspapers, and on the weekends I have three because I add the New York Times for their book review and magazine (not to mention the city entertainment scene). After having an opportunity to sleep in on weekends, it was disheartening to awaken to find the bundle of my Inquirer and NYT encased in a blue plastic bag was not being held up by the dry needle bed of the front lawn in winter. The local paper, mercifully, remained untouched in another location.

      I had some suspicions, but no evidence or suspects. One thing I did know: whomever was lifting my papers probably did not want the whole thing, which made the theft even more of a tragedy. I can’t picture somebody saying to themselves, “I think I’ll read the rest of these papers after I go through the book review.” I imagined somebody pilfering the coupons or the Sunday ads and ditching the rest, not even bothering to read the exploits of BC or Beetle Bailey. Did they take the papers home, I wonder?

      Two things I resolved to do right away: replace the missing papers myself, and not complain to the paper’s offices, because my carrier is a nice person who doesn’t deserve to have to deal with petty theft. I think I’m the only person on the block who gets actual papers delivered these days anyway, so the time of the paid paper flingers may well be going away, and I don’t want to put people out of work.

      I did get helpful advice when I posted on social media, and from an unexpected source: an ex boyfriend suggested waking up early to confront the pilferer. The thought came and went just as quickly, because our neighborhood recently experienced a killing over a tip jar, and who wants to read about somebody getting hurt over a newspaper delivery. I chose to patiently wait it out and see what this weekend brought.

      The paper was waiting for me. So Shirley Holmes has deduced that the two weekend thefts were likely caused by a holiday visitor who decided to make themselves at home by raiding other people’s properties. I just hope they didn’t take the papers home and try to convince their hosts that they were out buying them at the quick mart or “sebben lebben” as some local humorists call it. What a shame that somebody would think that way, but at least I’m guessing the problem is now over, and the person responsible is back at home raiding his usual haunts for his reading material or coupons.

      They could’ve at least left the book review and the comics.

       

       

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