I heard my favourite store was opening up a branch in Shawnee, and Oh Joy, Oh Rapture, there it is. Obviously not open yet, I looked online but there isn't any indication at the moment when it is going to. But I'll be there, one of the first through the doors when it does.
It is a family owned business, and the family is very much on the Religious Right. They don't open on Sundays, and will not provide health care to employees which includes contraception or terminations. A friend of mine on the liberal left, who knowing I loved the store - they have branches in Norman and Mid West City - once suggested I should boycott it. Weeeeeellllllllllll. Even if I agreed with boycotting, or the reasons for boycotting this store, that would never happen. I think I told him that is where my principles would meet their Waterloo.
There's also going to be a Pet Smart, which is a HUGE supermarket for pet supplies. Who knew there's so much that pets need that there are mega superstores to supply them.
I've just seen King Abdullah of Jordan on tv, at the White House. He was born in 1962, he's about the same age as my sons, and I remember when his parents married. His mother was English, she was Toni Gardiner, a telephonist from Suffolk. She met King Hussein because her father was in the diplomatic corps in Amman. I met her once shortly after they were married at a reception in Amman (goodness knows what I was doing there, I've forgotten) and she was very sweet and unassuming. .
So I've always taken notice of King Abdullah when he has been about in the news, and I think we are just about to see a great deal more of him in the news. I understand he is spitting feathers at the announcement today that the captured Jordanian pilot was burned alive by ISIS, the terrorist jihadists, and is vowing swift and dire retribution. I think he might be about to take out ISIS and not before time.
Tuesday, February 3, 2015
Monday, February 2, 2015
Ground Hog Day
In keeping with tradition,
groundhogs across the country predict whether there will be an early spring or
another six weeks of winter simply by seeing their own shadow while exiting
their burrows today, and this groundhog, the most well known, is Punxsutawney
Phil in PA. And his prediction is that
there will be another six weeks of winter.
HOWEVER, in Staten Island their
groundhog, Chuck, who came up in a glass case on an elevator in the Staten Island
Zoo, predicts an early spring. I say they should ask a meteorologist.
And the rest of the news................
Sunday, February 1, 2015
Weekend
We are still in the freezing season, it has been bitterly cold with very strong winds.
Yesterday, Saturday, Bruce and Rosalyn invited me to go with them to the Shawnee Country Club where a local artist - a friend of Rosalyn's - was holding an exhibition. Some of the paintings I liked, some were a bit too abstract for me, this is one I liked.
How on earth do they get these pictures? One hopes they don't get back to the Queen, but I expect they do. This was even on the national news here.
Yesterday, Saturday, Bruce and Rosalyn invited me to go with them to the Shawnee Country Club where a local artist - a friend of Rosalyn's - was holding an exhibition. Some of the paintings I liked, some were a bit too abstract for me, this is one I liked.
When we arrived there were a lot of young people there dressed to go on to an event, I think maybe a formal dinner/dance, and they were all photographing each other. The girls were wearing pretty dresses but incredibly short (she says, sounding her age) they barely covered them. Some of the guys were wearing strange patterned suits, an innovation I hadn't encountered before. It was a glimpse of a section of society I don't often get to see, so was very interesting.
Yesterday afternoon next door's tortoiseshell cat, Chaos, turned up on my front porch, shivering, wet and crying continuously. Sobbing almost, like Bubbles does when she's in the back of my car en route to the vets. My friend Jay knows someone who would give Chaos a good home, and we have talked of kidnapping her, so I rang Jay and alerted her to the fact that Chaos might be ready for her good home. But I gave Chaos a big bowl of cat food which she wolfed down, and then she disappeared, and I haven't seen her since. Perhaps it is just as well, I don't really want to be deported for the theft of a valuable tortoiseshell cat.
How on earth do they get these pictures? One hopes they don't get back to the Queen, but I expect they do. This was even on the national news here.
Friday, January 30, 2015
Friday 30th January
Trying to remember now what I have done in the last few days. I was at the hospital this morning and Wednesday. The weather the last few days has been summer, but today changed to freezing.
I went to Emmanuel on Wednesday evening for the meal, and stayed for the discussion group afterwards. I didn't need to do anything for dessert as there was a baptism on Sunday, followed by the Annual General Meeting and lunch, and there was a lot of cake left over.
I didn't have the energy yesterday for Communion at Emmanuel and lunch afterwards. Thinking about Thursdays, I have been going to Kiwanis for quite a few years now - someone introduced me to it not long after Roy died - and I suddenly felt I had had enough of early Thursday mornings and getting to the Senior Centre at 8 o'clock, which is probably why I just want to nap by lunchtime. So I told Louise I was resigning my membership but I would support their monthly bake sale, and probably make more cakes than I have been. The money raised is used for children, and averages about $150 a month. The club has just given $500 to a local school who are short of books in their library, and a few weeks ago bought shoes and socks for children who were going to school in flip flops (!!)
This afternoon I was watching television, and the 2016 Republican Presidential campaign is beginning to shape up. No one is talking about the Democrat candidate, it seems at the moment a foregone conclusion that it will be Hilary Clinton. I can't see her being elected myself, she doesn't seem - at least to me - to have achieved very much for the Obama administration as Secretary of State. And the debacle at Benghazi has never been satisfactorily explained, and what is worse is that somewhere in it all there seems to be a cover up.
Anyway, these seem to be the forefront Republican runners at the moment.
Jeb Bush was governor of Florida, and seems a popular choice but there is a school of thought that says Americans don't want another Bush in the White House. Mike Huckabee is well known and popular, he was governor of Arkansas and had - until a couple of weeks ago when he threw his hat in the ring - a Saturday evening tv show. Rand Paul is the junior Senator for Kentucky, an ophthalmologist and son of a former Presidential candidate Ron Paul. Scott Walker is the Governor of Wisconsin, and very recently was re-elected for a second term. Ben Carson is very nice, he is an African American retired neurosurgeon, the first surgeon to separate conjoined twins at the head (which I know doesn't qualify him for President, I just threw it in).
They are all well known - they have to be for a non American like me to know them, and I do.
They are all well known - they have to be for a non American like me to know them, and I do.
So that has been my week,.
Thursday, January 29, 2015
Thursday 29th January
Just to say I removed a post because I thought I was rambling too much. Then got involved with some spilled tea which went everywhere. But I'll be back tomorrow (my tomorrow).
Monday, January 26, 2015
26th January 2015
This is the main news story, all day long, with special programmes to cover it, ever since I first woke up and turned the television on. It is the worst storm EVER on the east coast. The Governor of New York has closed all public transport and roads, and people have been banned from the streets. The governors in, I think it is seven, states have all declared a state of emergency. Thousands of airline flights have been cancelled.
However - not to gloat or anything - but down here in Oklahoma the sun is shining, the sky is deep blue, and the temperature as I drove through town was 74. I said there were three seasons here; tornado, freezing and summer. Today was summer. It's hard to imagine I am in the same country as all that lot on the east coast.
Cruising about on the internet I found the following -
Skills Your Great-Grandparents Had That You Don’t – Obviously addressed to teenagers. (or so I thought at first) until I realised that if my 28 year old grandson had a kid, I would be a great grandparent. I’m actually one of these OLD people they’re talking about!!!!.
Corresponding
by mail Obviously, your
great-grandparents didn’t text or email. However, even though the telephone
existed, it wasn’t the preferred method of staying in touch either, especially
long-distance. Hand-written letters were the way they communicated with loved
ones and took care of business. I
remember them days.
Diapering
With Cloth Disposable diapers (nappies) weren’t commonly available until the 1930s.
Until then, cloth diapers held with safety pins were where babies did their
business. Great-grandma had a lot of unpleasant laundry on her hands. 1930s!!!!!!!!!!!!! I was using terry nappies
and doing unpleasant laundry in the 60s.
Writing
With a Fountain Pen While it’s true that
your great grandparents were skilled in the lost art of writing in cursive,
your grandparents probably were, too. However, the invention of the ballpoint
pen in the late 1930s and other advances in pen technology mean that your
great-grandparents were the last generation who had to refill their pens with
ink.
I grew up using a fountain pen, I
even had a school desk with an inkwell in it, and used a ‘dip’ pen. Anyone remember them?
Darning
and mending Nowadays if a sock gets
a hole in it, you buy a new pair. But your great-grandparents didn’t let
anything go to waste, not even a beat-up, old sock. This went for every other
article of clothing as well. Darning socks and mending clothes was just par for
the course
Haggling Though it’d be futile for you to argue with
the barista at Starbucks about the price of a cup of coffee, your
great-grandparents were expert hagglers. Back when corporate chains weren’t as
ubiquitous, it was a lot easier to bargain with local shop owners and
tradesmen.
Lighting
a Fire Without Matches Sure, matches have been
around since the 1600s. But they were dangerous and toxic — sparking wildly out
of control and emitting hazardous fumes. A more controllable, non-poisonous
match wasn’t invented until 1910. So Great-grandma and Great-grandpa had to
know a thing or two about lighting a fire without matches. What were they doing until 1910???
Was my Grandma rubbing two flints together?
Making Lace Tatting, the art of
making lace, was a widely popular activity for young women in your
great-grandparents’ generation. Elaborate lace collars, doilies, and other
decorative touches were signs of sophistication. However, fashion changed and
technology made lace easy and inexpensive to buy, so their children probably
didn’t pick up the skill. My
Grandma made lace and here I am in the 21st century wishing and
wishing she had lived long enough to teach me.
Memorising more than two phone numbers. Go ahead and write five phone numbers you have memorised. Can’t do it, can you? Your grandparents memorized every family member, best friend, plus the local movie theater number. Grief!!! I am hard pressed to even remember my OWN phone number.
How to use a phone book. This was your grandparents’ Google. Need a dentist? Phone book. Prank call
your teacher? Phone book. It used to be you weren’t anybody until you were “in”
the phone book. Now you’re not somebody unless you have your own reality show.
The ability to read and use a real, handheld, paper map. Unless you’re Dora the Explorer, the last map you held was probably the one they gave you at Disneyland. Even then you probably got lost on your way to Splash Mountain. Your grandparents, however, could plan a trip across the country using only a map, a pen, and a few gas station attendants along the way. Now that’s traveling. S*d THAT. Give me my Sat Nav. Even if it leads me all round the houses – and it sometimes does – it gets me there eventually and is still infinitely preferable to tediously poring over a map.
Writing a check (cheque) properly. Your
grandparents wrote checks for everything. Groceries? Write a check! Car
payment? Write a check! The only time you write a check is when you pay rent,
and even then you’re like, “How does this work again?” Not saying you should
start paying for groceries with checks, because that is super annoying. It certainly is………………the times I have stood
behind someone in Walmart who is laboriously writing out a cheque, then
entering details on a counterfoil, and I am thinking “didn’t your bank give you
a debit card, they MUST have done”.
And yes, the only time I write a cheque is when I pay my rent.
When she is not commandeering my dressing gown......she inserts herself behind me on the computer chair so I have to lift her off on the cushion, and I sit on the hard chair.
Saturday, January 24, 2015
Saturday 24th January
Had a nice day today, I went out to lunch with Bruce and Rosalyn, to the newest restaurant in town, the very fast food place I went to on Thursday with the Emmanuel group. It was very pleasant, I enjoyed their company, and the food is good. I am not too keen however, on the ambience - or lack of it, it is as I say a very fast food place. They also do take out meals, so I might go back but not to sit in the restaurant part, unless someone from Emmanuel on a Thursday particularly wants to.
Although I didn't have any, they do very good sushi there too, and a Mongolian grill.
The latest from the gutter press.
She loves to snuggle into my dressing gown. I am not sure if I should buy a new one, or get her a cat bed, but it is a bit chilly in the mornings.
And in the news...............................and my take on it.
One of these prisoners has been executed, and I can't tell you how outraged I feel about it. These Japanese journalists didn't do anything wrong, they didn't deserve to die, and it breaks my heart to think of their mothers having to see these pictures. I just don't understand why the rest of the civilised Muslim world isn't rising up in protest at these barbarians giving Islam such a bad name.
The nation's chief rabble rouser is going to speak at Oxford! Who thought that was a good idea!!!!
"Protected" "Civil Rights Act"...........Why can't they just lose weight??????????
This from a country which prides itself - really prides itself - on its precious freedoms and a guy can't park his truck in his driveway. Which incidentally is brand new and very expensive, not that it should make any difference if it was beat-up and shabby.
So off to watch a bit of television.
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