Susan's Scribblings the Blog

A writer from the Philadelphia area shares the week online.
Susan's Scribblings the Blog
  • Who the Heck is Kayewer?
    • The Lemon Tree Saga Part 3

      Posted at 2:53 am by kayewer, on May 20, 2012

      This is what the lemon tree looks like now, except it has a larger pot and now weighs more than my poor back can handle.

      I finally got hold of a pot which would be suitable for my beloved root-crowded tree (bought at Target).  The problem was, once I got the pot to the tree, I needed more soil than was available.  So the re-potting had to wait until I picked up another bag of that wonderful special soil.  This tree has gone through a few bags of potting soil, with no sign of letting up.  If it gets any bigger, I’ll have to wheel it on Dr. Phil’s show and have him stage an intervention.

      Taking the pot to my desk during my break was easy enough, but taking it back was an Olympic event.  I’m glad to have good health and a strong skeletal system, because the pot was hard to hold and the dead weight didn’t help.  While I was away a co-worker promised to tend the plant.  We’re hoping to see it straighten up a bit, as it was listing to one side for a while.  Nobody expects to see a lemon.

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    • Taking A Week Off

      Posted at 1:45 am by kayewer, on May 13, 2012

      I’m taking a week off; see you on May 19.

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    • Torn Between Two

      Posted at 1:38 am by kayewer, on May 6, 2012

      I wonder how many folks will celebrate both Cinco de Mayo and the Kentucky Derby at once?  It isn’t often that two events clash like this, but I suppose for party hardy people it’s two excuses to drink and have fun.  In Kentucky the drink of choice will be mint juleps, while on a day when apparently everybody has a license to claim Mexican heritage, it will be gallons of tequila down the hatch.

      Naturally both celebrate victory; for the race, it’s money for the owners and jockey and breeding rights for the horse, and the partiers remember how a battle was won when the enemy outnumbered the victors two to one.  It must be tough fighting a battle when you know you have to contribute at least two wins against bad guys by killing them, just as it is a challenge to pick one’s horse’s way through a charging hoard of other striving stallions to get in front and cross the line first.

      Folks gamble on horse races and drink too much on festival days, and spend way too much money doing both.  I enjoy guessing which horse will win each Triple Crown race, but I have no doubt about how many grumpy hung-over people I’ll see tomorrow morning.

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    • The Lemon Tree Saga Continues

      Posted at 2:30 am by kayewer, on April 29, 2012

      Last time, if you remember (and those of you who remember watching “Rocky & Bullwinkle” are now smiling), I have a lemon tree growing in the office.  I started it from a sprouted seedling, and it has gotten quite large.  This week it took to leaning in its pot.  A kindly co-worker used the stick from one of the miniature American flags surrounding the pot to prop it up when I was out of the office.  It needs a new pot.

      The quest to nurture this plant means having to upgrade its pot, just like parents change kids’ shoes every other week during growth spurts.  Dutifully I popped into the craft and garden store for a pot, only to find that all of the larger pots had no saucers.  The salesperson claimed there were none, but I’m sure they exist because there are placement holes drilled into the bottoms of the pots.  They lost a sale.

      Being pressed for time, I went to SLR–what I have dubbed WalMart (Store of Last Resort)–and spent a frustrating ten minutes in the potting aisle with an assortment of pots which, after the week I’ve had, all look like the wrong size.  If I had been smart, I would have measured the old pot beforehand, but the past week was a mental whirlwind of activity, and my brain had no room for a pot measurement.  So I did the next best thing:  I measured the pot I liked and will check it against the current one so I can return and buy the right size later in the week.

      Meanwhile, the tree is still enjoying the sunny side of the office, though at a slightly tilted point of view.

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    • What Do You Do With a Lemon Tree?

      Posted at 2:04 am by kayewer, on April 22, 2012

      One day a few years ago, I squeezed lemon juice from a wedge which had been packed in my lunch for use with a relaxing thermos of hot tea.  The lemon was so dense that a seed, which would have been removed prior to packing, escaped detection; it had also germinated and had green shoots at both ends.  Not being well versed in lemon genetics, or the possible harm from using a lemon with progeny, I kept the seed and drank the juice in my tea anyway.  It was fine, and shortly after that the seed went into a cup of water until I was able to put it into a pot.  It promptly died; I think I may have planted it backward (so much for a yellow thumb).

      A few weeks later, it happened again.  It seemed to me that some great force in the universe wanted me to plant a lemon seed, so in spite of my failure the first time, I tried again.  This seed thrived on a sunny windowsill in the office, and has since gone through four pots and six or seven soil changes.  I found a Miracle-Gro(R) soil specifically for citrus and cactus plants which gets greedily fed upon as if I were raising Audrey II from “Little Shop of Horrors.”

      That little seed project #2 has, in fact, become Audrey III, a tall leafy plant some four feet or so tall.  I don’t dare risk my back to take it from its table to set it on the floor to measure it, but it leans toward the window like a tanner tilting the beach umbrella seeking the best dose of sun.  The running joke in the office is when we’ll see a lemon on it.  It’s unlikely to happen indoors, as somebody brought up the fact that it can’t be pollinated inside.  Also, living in the Northeast, it’s not destined for life outdoors anyway.

      So what does one do with a lemon tree?

      And no, killing is not an option.

      Suggestions have been made to donate it to a nursery or greenhouse, though there is a chance that it can continue to grow indoors if it’s fertilized properly and re-potted when necessary.  For now, it’s thriving wonderfully.  It does make a nice addition to the office decor; donated flags have made it the most patriotic tree around.  There are only so many size pots, so I guess I’ll cross the bridge again when I reach it.  It would certainly earn its keep if it makes lemonade.

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    • Musings About “Bully”

      Posted at 2:51 am by kayewer, on April 15, 2012

      Ever since I heard about the new film, Bully, which opened nationally on Friday the 13th, I wondered if I should see it.  I haven’t yet.  The reviews say it’s an ambitious film, and it has urged action and reactions from everybody who has viewed it, regardless of whether they are just curious viewers or have been a bully or a victim of bullying.

      What concerns me is that one film can’t truly tell all aspects of the story.  Reviews indicate that the bullies themselves don’t get interviewed.  That would have been a great idea.  The film apparently shows footage of actual bullying incidents, interviews surviving family members of those bullying victims who have committed suicide, and shows how ignorant the education system can be when faced with bullying issues.  I don’t know if watching a cinematic tale, told in the limited time frame allotted to feature films, would be a worthwhile experience for me.

      Bullying is one of those topics that doesn’t get the recognition or treatment it deserves.  Even though society is finding a way to machete its way through the stigmatic jungles of racism, the rights of the gay community and aid to the disabled, nobody seems to really know how to handle the kind of cruelty which bullying brings out in people.  It germinates in our children and polarizes the classrooms and hallways of our schools into factions of perceived power and subjugating oppression the likes of which should have been forgotten after the Industrial Age enabled the common man to read and reason independently.

      Ever since the topic of bullying came out with Columbine High School, I have felt helpless in the shadows cast by these underage terrorists who look like children but speak and act like seasoned and soulless lunatics.  Who are they, and how dare they.  This film strives to reveal the problem and help restore the power where it belongs; to the adults who should take a stand (or, in the case of some of the ignorant ones, know better).

      I hope that this one film isn’t the end of the story.  I think it would be helpful to hear from the bullies and find out how they think their world should be run.  It may wind up sounding like something we have seen before when somebody decides somebody else should not have the right to exist and others go along with it, but this movie is a step toward understanding and possibly ending the horror.  That is a success story worth filming.

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    • Exchanging Papers

      Posted at 2:27 am by kayewer, on April 8, 2012

      I’ve been committed to an anthology being assembled by a group of women I’ve worked with for over a decade.  We’ve been at this particular project for some months now, and we’re at the stage at which the final manuscript is taking shape.  It was hard to part with my contribution, because the minute the writing leaves your hands, it’s like sending your child off to summer camp for the first time.  It’s a type of separation anxiety that only writers can feel.

      A short story like mine takes time to develop and nurture.  When I finally let go, another member of our team dropped me an email and offered to proofread for me.  I’m happy for the feedback and the second pair of eyes, because the DIY process becomes harder the longer you’re at it.  Once you have looked at your work 200 times, everything starts to look like drivel and you can’t look objectively any longer.

      A problem I’ve had with word processing is that documents tend to open on page one, even if I stopped typing on page 15.  This leads to a desire to read from page one all over again until I got back to where I left off.  I became so obsessed at one point that I began looking at the sequence of actions in the story to make sure my characters were not sitting down in paragraph one, and sitting down again in paragraph two, without the requirement of standing up or doing something other than sitting down somewhere inbetween.

      I recently shredded the editing copy on which I had noted “sat,” “stood,” “fell down” and other such margin scribbles, and then I ran a fresh one to look for overusage of favorite words.  One of my favorite authors has always stood out when I read her books because of a pet word, “miasma,” which has cropped up enough that I have noticed it.  It’s a harmless quirk, and because her work is historical fiction, there are plenty of chances for there to be a miasma description.  Usually it’s a plague or mid-summer ozone tainted by poor sanitary conditions.  Maybe, though, it’s the cloud of doubt that makes writers like me not want to let go their manuscripts.

      Other than dutifully using “said” in dialogue, I’m not sure if I have a pet word in my writing, but my volunteer editor will surely spot it if one does exist, bless her heart.  Or, if she wants this to all be over, she’ll smile and say nothing, because we are all writing with that same attention to detail, and in each of our manuscripts we see our own little obsessive shortcomings.

       

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    • The Period in the Paragraph

      Posted at 2:04 am by kayewer, on April 1, 2012

      When you’re a writer, your work becomes your young and you have to go through the parenting cycle.  A story starts out as a sentence, which you begin dressing up with all its special clothing.  I always start with a diaper, because I need something to catch all the poo that issues from a first draft.

      One has to feed a writing project with all the proper verbs, nouns and sentence structure.  Of course you’d like to take your child out in a stroller or carrier, but this baby is a solo project; if you show off a work in progress, your family will love it even if it is full of poo, and your friends will be afraid to tell you it’s homely because they feel it will develop as it ages.  In this case, they’re probably right.

      If the story starts to talk, it’s gibberish at first, but once you’re past terrible page two it starts refusing things you want it to do and makes demands.  Your stream of consciousness at three in the morning reads like a temper tantrum by the time you get around to reading it at noon the next day.

      You give it a physical with spell check, even though it’s a pediatrician no parent really trusts.  You innoculate it with anti-virus or protect it with a cloud as it grows, matures, rebels, and drives you batty.  Finally, you sit and take a look at your child and wonder if it is really what you started out to do.  You try to buy what you think are nicer clothes for it, dressing it up in prosy description or pleading to just let you cut a little off the top.

      Finally it’s ready to go out on its own.  The last words are spoken and you put a period at the end.  It may not get married or get a degree, but it will let you know how it is doing once in awhile when it gets noticed and does well enough to send some money home.  Unless you’re writing an expose’ and then you get sent all its dirty laundry.

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    • What’s With All That Money?

      Posted at 1:48 am by kayewer, on March 25, 2012

      The lottery has a huge jackpot right now, and I think the way they handle it is wrong.  A jackpot of $200,000,000 or so is a bizarre sum, and really it is too much for one, two or 20 people to win.  Even the richest men in the world stop collecting expensive cars at ten or twenty or so; after awhile money can be too plentiful to be important, like a dead fad.

      Maybe the lottery should give 200 people one million dollars instead of one person 200 million dollars.  Think of what that money, even after exorbitant taxes, could do for droves of average joes and janes?  A family burdened by hospital bills could dig themselves out.  A family with six children could pay college tuition.  Somebody could start up a business, help a worthy cause or see some place special before they die with one million dollars.

      Sure, one person or a couple with 200 million would not have to worry about expenses for life, but folks in their later years know the value to one dollar and can be overwhelmed with the burden of 199,999,999 more.  Also, the criminal element and folks seeking a quick fix like to go after people with more than one million dollars.

      There is always the question about what one would do with a million dollars, but nobody asks about 200 million.  It’s big and cumbersome.  Of course, in one lump sum, one new multi-millionaire could fix an entire town devastated by floods or other natural disasters, or fund a hospital, or send aid overseas.  In the end, though, we could all use just something extra in our pockets to make life temporarily easier, maybe leave something to our survivors or favorite charities, and splurge on something for ourselves if some is left over.  So don’t you think that maybe the lottery could change their rules a bit and help the masses more?

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    • The Pen is Mightier Than the IPad?

      Posted at 2:31 am by kayewer, on March 18, 2012

      eBay has a new commericial in which execs at a board meeting pick on a fellow who breaks out a paper pad and pen while they all have electronic devices.  The others make references to his being in some sort of pre-IPad stone age and, therefore, not hip.  He proceeds to log onto eBay during their chatter, and he quickly buys a device while his pen then leaks an inky deposit in his shirt pocket.  My opinion is that the pen was crying.

      I, too, had a few words said to me for using pad and pen at a meeting at work recently.  I’m a writer, though, and they work better for me than using a laptop.  Besides, most of the people at the meeting had e-pads and Blackberrys, none of which I had either.  Thirdly, I used a pad in a portfolio which was a present from one of my superiors.  I certainly wasn’t going to pitch it just because we’re in the portable gizmo age.

      How superficial and wasteful we are in this electronic age.  With all due respect to the industry and eBay, who are all out to keep their own families eating three square meals a day after all, it seems there is no end to one-upmanship.  Folks buy an Apple product in November for $500, $600 or more, then chuck it for the next one in March.  The waste products from these things, such as mercury,  go to chemical cesspools in places like India after poor wretches canibalize and rip apart the workings of discarded electronic products (if the article on “60 Minutes” rings true).  We don’t seem to care that we discard so much cyber junk just because a new fair weather friend has come along.

      What is wrong with pen and paper?  Why is the art of penmanship condemned to die?  Is it because we want to be lazy, or because we’re so worried that other people will think less of us if we don’t follow the trend?  It reminds me of stories of products which were useless but everybody had to have, like the Pet Rock.  Remember those?  Think about it:  we paid money for a rock in a box!

      This “cost of WOW” really disturbs me, because we Americans tend to spend a lot of money for little reward.  Is the cost of some stranger’s approval an annual replenishment of a $700 device?  Is social standing valued by jacked up prices on materialistic junk?  No, and I’ll say that to the end.

      In the “Dune” series of books by Frank Herbert, mankind became apathetic with the advantages of electronics, and a few smart people formed alliances with machines to subjugate the dumb public until they rebelled and took back their ability to think beyond the “Wow” factor of convenient devices.  I hope that doesn’t happen in our or our children’s lifetimes.  I’d rather be able to write in cursive with my own hand on something that can be recycled, like paper from a non-electronic tree.

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