Elderfox's Blog

Thoughts of an elder writer-in-progress

A CHRISTMAS MEMORY

Another rememberance from being at Point-No-Point was our 1938 Christmas.  Aside from the “wild” kittens that were born in November and kept us amused while Christmas dinner was set– We had roast pheasants, mashed sweet potatoes with sugar butter “gravy”, bar-b-que cedar board baked salmon, walnut and dried cranberrys with onion dressing on a greens salad and an avacado and lime jello salad; desert was huge “soft” cookies topped with home churned icecream.   (Small wonder I was a chunky kid).  Our Christmas presents , wrapped in the funnies sections of the Sunday papers, were placed under a fir tree cut from the forest just across the road at the back of the house.

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MOTHERS current DAY….and the dog

I’m back everyone…atleast for now…me and the dog are at odds…my daughter has to break up our daily misadventures. So when the dog is back in his crate for a “nap” I’ll be back with something more usfull. Thanks everyone.

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THERE’S AN ELEPHANT IN THE ROOM!

And it has nothing to do with politcs (promise!)  It’s here because of the humor of my Muse, and, as usual, she resorts to  hyperbole.  So I’m forced to sit and think and I finally think she is being a nag because of late I’ve been caught up in rememberances instead of attending to her constant disciplines re my fiction writing . . . which is why the elephant…HOW?   It equates to having a long memory, right….RRRRRIIIITTTT!  ( The ole gal does have  a sense of humor.)  Anyway, of late (instead of attending to Harrison’s and Cera’s love life) I’ve been problem solving, re How to include my “DOG YEARS ” into my story plotting.  It begin when I was very young (during the first depression—oh sorry, forgot I wasn’t going to mention politics, or suggest my age). . .  anyway, a fox terrier named “SPOT” was my first (and not my last) encounter with that breed.  Spot’s whole mindset was protecting family, especially the “young”.  I remember clearly (I was maybe 5/6) when my mother, bending me over the rim of the bathtub, her hair brush in hand,  ready to whack my behind (which I no-doubt deserved) and hearing a sound behind her, turned to see “ole Spot”crouched in the doorway, back hair all a-bristel…I don’t remember my Mom ever “whacking” me again, at least not in Spot’s presence.   My Grandfather probably initiated the behavior by pretending to spank my young uncle, just to see Spot’s growling, bristeling reaction. 

(A side-note:  In those days Mom, Dad, and sometimes near relatives, had the lawful priviliege of corrective punishment for the bad behavior of their offspring.)

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AU CONTRAIRE. . .

1949–  ” Computers in the future may weigh no more than 1.5 tons.”   (Popular Mechanics–forecasting the relentless march of  science)

1943 — “I think there is a world market for maybe 5 computers.”  (Thomas Watson, chairman of IBM)

1957-  “I have traveled the length and breadth of this country and walked with the best people, and I can assure you that data processing is a fad that won’t last out the year.”  (Editor in charge of business books for Prentice Hall)

1968-  “But what is it good for?”  (Engineer at Advanced Computing Systems Divison of IBM commenting on the microchip)

1977-  ” There is no reason anyone would want a computer in their home.”   (Ken Olson, president, chairman and founder of Digital Equipment Corp.)

1876-   This telephone has too many shortcomings to be seriously considered as a means of communication. The device is inherently of no value to us.”  (Western Union Internal memo)

1920s-  “The wireless music box  has no imaginable commercial value. Who would pay for a message sent to nobody in particular?”  (David Sarnoff’s associates in response to his urgings for investment in the radio.)

1962- “We don’t like their sound, and guitar music is on the way out.”  (Decca Recording Co. rejecting the Beatles)

1899- “Everything that can be invented has been invented.”     (Charles H Duell, Commissioner, U.S. Office of Patents)

1981- “640K ought to be enough for anybody.”   Bill Gates

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DAILIES. . .WRIGHT GREEN

A bit of fun with the title. . .

However I firmly believe Mr Mark Wright of Durban, South Africa, is inspiring!  He has created a way to use landfills as a means to provide electricity; Using perferated pipes buried  in a landfill to siphon off the biodegradable methane, which is used to create electricity for the city.  It further prevents CO2 from entering the atmosphere which coal, etc. will do.  I remember there was some talk about this method, and perhaps it has already been investigated (tried?)here– But with all the bru-haw from our government, and other  so called newsworthy information being brought to bear on the public eyes and ears, why hasn’t this been investgated, and/or worth mentioning?  I believe it’s about time to step forward in OUR country with innovative new ways and means to insure there will be a future for our United States which is U S!

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Another Daily. . .

vet questions         I know we all can have one of those daysin our lives.  But when it happens day after day one could begin to wonder about  sanity!  Well, I’m beginning to wonder about the politicians running (?) this country of ours.  Have they gone insane or are they just plain nuts?  Apparently some (too many in my opinion) think they are man enough to mess around with women’s rights as “PEOPLE” as  pronounced in our CONSTITUTION.  Now I know said writers of the C were all men, but they had the common sense to understand that women too are “people”.   Religious beliefs aside, a person of the female gender forced BY (man’s) LAW to carry a child cast by incest or rape/rage or just plain ignorance, is outright repression of women’s rights, which, by the way, includes your mother, your wife, your daughters. 

Another thing…I am not amused by the slighting of Medicare and Social Security, which will also, one day,  include your mothers, wives, daughters, AND sons.  Yes, lowering the deficit is good.   But why?  Why is it so important to reward the wealthy and punish those who work(ed) to put them in that income bracket?  And, by the way, where are those jobs; and why, (as long as I’m ranting) when we have a refinery right in our state are we paying so much for gas?  (For that matter, why do oil companies take oil from our land and waters and we have to PAY THEM not only to do it, but pay them to get it back?)

 Hey, I’m just wondering. . . .

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ANOTHER DAILY. . .

Okay so it’s taken … what? an hour to figure out what’s wrong …I am not a “-puter” person!!! And when I can’t make “it” do what I want, I’m confused, then frustrated, then wishing I had my typewriter..I could just jerk out the sheet of paper and put in another… and still know what I was thinking.  Instead, after trying to figure out why I can’t do what I wanted, I am  now wondering, why am I here. . . ?

image of bored woman(COPYBLOGGER

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On The Other Side. . .

Having passed through the 50s, 60s, 70s in age and aiming for  “experiences” yet to come, I find myself  wondering how will I fit in?  I don’t intend to throw up my hands and quit even though this body isn’t  the “body in motion” it once was.  And there is a sublineal inference among powers-that-be:  Anyone who has lost their job over the age of 50 is believed to have mediocre talents and are sitting the sidelines waiting like some charity (intermingling with those who lost-and are still losing-in the foreclosure epidemic). I’ve begun to wonder not so much in “what if” but “why”. . .And time flies. . .

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DAILIES. . .

Mother Nature was at it again this morning! We got about 1″ to 2″ of snow!!-Apparently confused, a small “V” of geese decided to drop in (landing on the small ponds fronting the grounds here) loudly disCUSSing the weather.

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DAILIES. . .Hours into my day

News read, frightening; Games played, lost; E-mails read, interesting; Coffee, cold; Reading, Collected Dog Stories, Rudyard Kipling(copyrights 1805 — 1934) . . .some of the reading is difficult as it is a fascinating book of short stories containing incredible dialogue and discription, not to mention wisdom., i.e. “There is sorrow enough in the natural way> From men and women to fill our day> But when we are certain of sorrow in store> Why do we always arrange for more?> Brothers and sister, I bid you beware Of giving your heart to a dog to tear.” The book is also excellently illustrated with drawings by Marguerite Kirmse.

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