Susan's Scribblings the Blog

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Susan's Scribblings the Blog
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    • It’s Monumental

      Posted at 2:54 am by kayewer, on August 20, 2017

      I don’t know what to think about tearing down statues in the South. Removing them does not make the Civil War go away, nor does it make the persons depicted on them any more or less human and error-prone than they were in life. We are human, and if history is doomed to repeat itself, then we will continue to make stupid mistakes. That doesn’t mean we can’t recognize the good things people do, even if we make it a point to also make note of their flaws.

      When Shakespeare noted that our evil deeds remain long after we die while the good is buried with us, he probably had no idea we would be coming to this. Sure slaves built and maintained the South under many evil watchful eyes, but good people–black and white–live there now, free except for the emotional baggage they keep bringing up every once in awhile. For some, it is an emotional scar, but for others it is just like carrying around a burr to sit upon on occasion to remember how our past was so hurtful.

      Sure we need to recognize that our history had some dark times. We are certainly not guaranteed a future without more of them. Taking down representations of our history won’t change who we are, were or will be. It will simply warp the remembrances of our past and lessen the chance that we may learn about how to improve what is to come.

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    • An “Island Nation”

      Posted at 2:49 am by kayewer, on August 13, 2017

      It looks like the leader of North Korea might be a Star Wars fan, because he thinks the island of Guam is Alderaan  (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=p0qLzsIhUMk); a peaceful place which would make a good demonstration model to show off his tactical might. I am trying to put anything but a deadly spin on this issue because the idea of somebody hurting the island infuriates and terrifies me.

      Of course, the island in the Pacific Ocean does hold an Air Force base, but other than being a prominent non-continental player in WWII, it’s really just an off campus site for the military to learn to park, work on and sometimes fly jets. What North Korea would really do, if they aimed weapons at the island, is annihilate an entire indigenous people and likely doom an oceanic ecosystem, both of which cannot be replaced.

      It is sad that the future of our country and world is coming down to a political pissing contest between two people in power who refuse to budge. It almost looks like the end of the Dr. Seuss story “The Butter Battle Book,” in which two sides hold destructive devices in their hands and simply wait for whomever will make the first move.

      It would be better if they both took a bathroom break.

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    • Thumbs Up

      Posted at 2:48 am by kayewer, on August 6, 2017

      We women all know about the one fingernail on our hands that never behaves. Sure we have bad hand days, but ultimately our biggest manual fails are the fault of one particular finger.

      Some of us have two bad nails. I am one of them.

      Back in high school, one of my fingers decided to linger in a doorway of the library, and the door closed on it. The nail died and took a couple of months to grow out and drop off, and the new one has a permanent vertical ridge in it as a reminder of that fateful day. So that nail has a kink in it. Fortunately it didn’t cause me any grief today.

      My thumb, on the other hand–well, actually it’s the same hand–tends to get me in trouble not by trying to hitch rides, but by running into things. This morning, while trying to turn the car radio off, I put a horizontal split in my thumbnail. It’s in one of those places one cannot take a file or emery to. So I did the old school fix of trying to seal it up with nail polish, and promptly spilled the bottle on the living room carpet.

      So today it feels like I have ten children, and one of them is spoiling it for the other eight. No thumb ring for you, buster, until you grow up and grow out.

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    • Semantics

      Posted at 3:08 am by kayewer, on July 30, 2017

      A popular song from the older generation was called “In Other Words,” and we often substitute words when we want to soften a tough tirade or embellish dull prose. Sometimes the word we need is the one we started with in the first place.

      At work we have a few departments for customers, and the difference between them can be just one word. In one case, Customer Administration and Customer Relations are two different entities. One takes care of the billing and such, and the other handles direct comments, feedback and complaints.

      At least once a week, a piece of mail (yes, in an envelope with postage on it) comes across my desk addressed to “Administration” when it should have gone to “Relations.” The address is clearly marked, in nice and easy-to-read print, so it is the customers who choose to change it. Sometimes they add “Supervisor,” “Manager,” or even the president of the company, which goes back to the topic of entitlement from a previous post. Believe me, the president of the company is holding the company together through the skills of the very people to whom you should actually be addressing your envelope. He would pass it on to us anyway, so kindly leave the prez out of the picture.

      So here is what happens when I get that misdirected mail: if the mail room person is coming by, I redirect it or, if I am getting out of my seat (which I try to do once every three to four hours if I’m not heading to lunch or to the ladies’ room), I will take it upstairs and drop it off if I have time. Anyway, customers who do this are lucky, because we happen to be one floor apart. In some places the misplaced missal would have to go to another building, or even another city.

      We try to say what we mean, but please don’t blame somebody if you change something we have taken pains to make clear. It could mean faster service, and that makes everybody happier.

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    • The “E” Word

      Posted at 2:52 am by kayewer, on July 23, 2017

      It seems we are having issues with entitlement. Everybody seems to think the world is out of control, so people are grasping desperately at whatever might make them feel somewhat empowered, even if it’s for nothing at all.

      It might have to do with our current state of national affairs. Nothing is within our control, including health care. In other countries, everybody gets health care, but it’s not because they are entitled to it, but because they look upon their health differently and don’t abuse themselves to the point at which caring for their self-inflicted ills becomes a burden on society. The system can afford to take care of people who take care of themselves.

      Entitlement is a reward, but not an automatic one. Often entitlement tries to link up with empowerment, but they don’t always work the same. Here is an example.

      A customer accused us of being misogynistic because an email contact meant for her husband appeared in her inbox. Of course there was a simple reason for it: they both provided her email address as a contact point. She was angry, though, because for some obscure reason, she felt that by us going through her to reach her spouse, that she was marginalized, and she was entitled to receive only contacts specifically meant for her. Sure she was entitled, if we got the right information. Misogyny had nothing to do with it, but her tirade sounded better that way to her at the time. She was angry, and angry people often want to feel entitled.

      A coworker announced at lunch the other day, “I can’t quit smoking.” This means that she is entitled to keep on smoking. It also means that medical science is entitled to work diligently to cure her lung cancer, because she is entitled to a cure even if she caused the disease. Such a proclamation does not sit well with me, because anybody with an ounce of sense–including myself–knows that starting a bad habit is always easier than it is to break it, but that does not entitle us to keep doing it. Doctors are burdened with the task of working on sick people with blackened lungs who could have prevented it by just not picking up what is essentially a miniature lit torch and inhaling its contents for 30 years.

      A commercial on our local networks tries to convince us that the Philadelphia soda tax is a good thing because children are able to attend Pre-K when they could not before the funding from the tax entitled more kids to the early education system. The ad shows cute little cusses in graduation caps, receiving diplomas for finishing Pre-K. When I went through school, one didn’t graduate anything except high school senior year. That cap and gown and diploma meant something because it took thirteen years of my life to get it. One was not entitled to graduation; it was earned through hard work. What on earth do these youngsters do to entitle them to a graduation from Pre-K? And then elementary school, middle school? We tend to over-entitle when we don’t want to wait for the reward.

      People who feel entitled don’t flush toilet seat covers when they leave the restroom stall. They don’t wipe off a table when they are finished with it. They drop food wrappers on the sidewalk when a trash receptacle is feet away. To them, they are entitled, and all the hard work is somebody else’s job.

      The problem is, you and I and everybody are somebody’s somebody else. The cleaning staff don’t feel entitled to clean after you when you make a mess. That was supposed to end before your age had double digits in it. The health care system steps in with a sigh because you decided to not eat your carrots when you were a kid and felt entitled to be a picky eater, and now you’re sick.

      I could go on, but I feel you’re entitled to not hear me rant.

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    • Fashion Isn’t-ta

      Posted at 1:50 am by kayewer, on July 16, 2017

      Somebody at work commented that I seem to have a lot of clothes. Not really. They fit in a few drawers and one tiny closet the size of a (now defunct) phone booth, but I try to make good use of what I have. It’s always good if somebody notices your fashion sense, especially when you saved cents to obtain the look you love.

      The clothes don’t cost as much as my shoes, because with wide width feet the best choice is good quality shoes not found in your typical mall store. A friend liked my sandals, and I told her where I had bought them, and that they were on sale. She still cringed at the price, but good quality shoes last longer than one season; I have some pairs I have worn for over a decade because they were made well and I take care of them. We now have a bet that, ten years from now, she will check with me and I am sure I will have the same sandals. I look at the price as somewhere between discount Christian Louboutin and upper crust Payless (if they had such a thing). Some people like to buy and discard shoes each year; not me.

      My clothes come from all sorts of places, but I embrace two designers who put out some great stuff and are rewarded with chunks of my paycheck regularly. I also check out Kohl’s on occasion. It’s how you wear them, not where they came from, that counts. The hunt is what makes the experience worth the time. Months go by with nothing to show for it, then suddenly something great appears and goes into my shopping bag.

      This year I promised myself to go through each top once during the season. It has not been my best idea, because I have also been attempting to use Marie Kondo’s method of folding and storing clothes, and moving those neatly folded items assembly line style does not seem to be what she had in mind. So far it seems to be working, and if I come across a top that isn’t bringing me joy, I can set it aside for the donation pile and move to the next one. Everything in my wardrobe will get its time in the sun this year. And maybe some compliments to go with them.

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    • Sweet Roll

      Posted at 3:21 am by kayewer, on July 9, 2017

      Does anybody remember a cartoon from the good old days of the Electric Company and the “Sweet Roll” cartoon sketch? A waitress is taking a man’s order for a sweet roll, and though she tells him repeatedly that they are out, he asks for various beverages and adds the request for a sweet roll, finally giving up and asking for just the roll.

      That’s what I went through with the cable company, on the holiday of all days, when I wanted to see if somebody was available to switch out a heavy television and hook up a new one. I told the customer service associate that the set had gone off, on and then off again, and no signal was coming from the set, so it was dead. She then asked if I had turned the set off and on again; I told her I couldn’t because the set was dead, so I could not turn it off. She then had me run a diagnostic of the cable box, which produced no signal because the television was dead. She then ran a check remotely from her location, which produced a healthy signal from the box but nothing from the television because IT WAS (bleeping) DEAD. Of course I did not use such harsh language with a poor contact center employee working the holiday, though I’m sure she got paid well for it. I also didn’t tell her that I would gladly go on record and tell whatever call monitoring service they use that it really should not be required to go through a whole litany of stuff when all I really needed was a technician with some muscle.

      This went on for a few minutes, with me thinking of that comedic ditty “Star Trekkin'” in which the “voice” of Bones McCoy intones, “It’s worse than that; it’s dead, Jim.”

      After ten minutes of protocol, she came back with the diagnosis that the television was indeed devoid of life.

      It turned out that my neighbor, bless her heart, came by and risked life and limb to help me lift the sucker off the console and put up the new one, and because the old and new sets were the same manufacturer, we were able to photograph the setup from the back, recreate it on the new set and, fortunately, there was no syncing issue.

      So two women saved a ton of money doing the job ourselves.  Huzzah!

      And the corpse that was the old television will go to scrap somewhere, because it is dead.

       

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    • We Will Weather

      Posted at 6:20 am by kayewer, on July 2, 2017

      I normally post early on Saturday, but I had to race a thunderstorm. With the wonderful weather devices we have today, combined with a meteorological world which seems to be more volatile than ever, a storm is not a surprise, but a threatening entity honing in on us as its prey. Once I had word that the storm was coming, I got away from my usual posting place and headed home before disaster struck. And it has, a few times.

      A few years ago, my neighbor’s tree came down and took out a garage; one week ago a severe system sent a tree through a window of a house blocks away, and took out power lines as well as shut down a major road.

      Rain has once again become something to fear.

      Some storms have been so severe that entire towns have gone days without electricity. I needed to be home, at my post, in case something happened in the driving rain. Fortunately nothing happened to us this time, but unfortunately we shall see more of nature’s wrath and might as our planet changes and evolves. The winters become colder,  summers hotter, the winds try to sweep away our ecological transgressions.

      The next generation may see quiet weather like we saw in childhood. Meanwhile, we will keep seeing the threats on Doppler radar and try to keep safe from their natural wrath.

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    • The Graduate

      Posted at 3:22 am by kayewer, on June 18, 2017

      Plenty of commencement ceremonies happened at high schools this past week. It’s not like it used to be, when high school graduation meant something. Now little children graduate from day care, kindergarten, elementary or middle school. Completing life as a high school senior is about as exciting as a glass of iced tea with melted cubes; you probably already had a sip or two, and the rest is just flat and doesn’t really matter.

      I don’t know to what standards schools hold their graduating seniors these days, but at work they have a hard time finding people who can do tasks which were minimally basic ten years ago. The job market is hurting for qualified people, and I just read a survey in USA Today indicating that many graduates from college are working at jobs which don’t require the degree they received.

      So a cap and gown is no longer a badge of honor, a degree has been downgraded to an expensive piece of paper, and for those students with time to go before they graduate, they have all summer to forget everything.

      I’m a proponent of all-year school with increased breaks and a tiered summer vacation system to allow the older students time to get jobs and keep the younger ones absorbing as much as they can while their brains are ready to receive it.

      I also find some of the graduation stuff a bit degrading. A class ring that nobody wears, a yearbook that doesn’t show how students really are, a ranking system that is never accurate, and all for some short-sighted bragging for a few hours, often followed by over-eating and drinking and moving away to new places and forgetting what you had just done for the past thirteen years.

      When I graduated, I started a job the next day, and I’ve been working ever since. The yearbook is a bit dusty, the diploma is locked away and replaced by new ones. Next year is another reunion year, and it seems most of us are not in touch anymore. But the ritual of it all goes on annually. Life should mean more than this.

       

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    • If Time Manipulation Were Real

      Posted at 3:17 am by kayewer, on June 11, 2017

      The recent Marvel hit Doctor Strange delved into how to alter time. The title character’s life was one of privilege as a neurosurgeon. He collected expensive watches, but he ended up with just one, and it got broken. Time didn’t stop, though; he went on to become a mystical superhero who could manipulate time. I’d like to do that.

      Raise your hands if you would like to go back to (for example) November 8, 2016 and do something different. Or if you could go back to just one moment in time and change it. What would you do with that “do-over?”

      The idea of time stopping, like when you are enjoying a delicious meal, or just before a drink spills on your expensive dress, sounds tempting. In the aforementioned movie, Strange experiments with time by causing an apple, from which he had taken a bite, to return to its uneaten state and then progress to turning brown and rotten.

      These days we use the remote and rewind favorite scenes in movies.

      No moment in time is the same as the next. That is what makes it possible for us to reshape what happens next by living in the present. That does mean taking one’s eyes off the cell phone and taking in what is happening in the real here and now.

      The next moment is coming. What will we each be doing with it?

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