Good morning!
*Please forgive the grammatical errors.
Most of the vegetables we, Minnesotans, ate as kids came from our garden: corn, mushrooms, squash, tomatoes, potatoes, and lettuce, mostly. Lots of potatoes. Midwesterners are the Bubba Gumps of potatoes i.e. mashed, chips, baked, boiled, gnocchi, hasselback, hashed, pan fried, deep fried, au gratin, roasted, you get what I'm saying. And we bought our fruit from the neighboring farmers: watermelon, grapes, apples (orchards), oranges, and grapefruit, mostly. Are these not FDA nutrient balanced fruits and vegetables? I couldn't imagine my childhood without Flintstones Multivitamins... or potatoes.
I want to address something without calling out the men who said it. The two men are a 40-something-year-old Catholic priest and a (disgraced) 50-something-year-old evangelical preacher who started his own church back in the 90's with a congregation of about 12,000 people. His preachings then became erratic in an "Infowars" kind of way and his congregation reportedly shrunk from 12,000 to 8,000 until the preacher went completely off the rails disgracing himself with things he said in a crazy "Infowars" preach that led him to being ousted by not only his own church but his (denominational) elders as well. I bring this up because the priest who has a well-known social media presence and is constantly popping up on my feeds with every new video stitched a sarcastic response regarding something the crazy preacher said during one of his "Infowars" style rantings. This priest loves to be combative towards protestants in his social media presence, but he often uses the most outdated, most radical material of misinformation for his stitches that I finally had to call him out on it. This priest is younger, more entertaining, I have no issues with him wanting to stitch the preachings of protestant ministers but don't use misinformation. C'mon be better than that. Don't "Trump" Catholicism. The preacher this priest stitched was ousted yeeears ago. If one of these younger priests with strong social media presence want to stitch protestant ministers do your homework first. The reason for the priest's TikTok sarcasm was because it's being reported people are leaving the church in record number. So, the priest grabbed a clip of one of the most radical now shamed preachers from the 90's and went with it. Do better. I'm not saying this because I'm a protestant. Be religious. Don't be religious. It's still a free country. But if you're going to stitch a minister stitch one that's at least current and legit.
Men. Starting battles as always so long as it just benefits him.
I get people use social media for their own agendas. The agenda of the Catholic church is to stay in power, and they can only accomplish this with church members. We get it. But when church, any church Catholic or protestant, start misinformation campaigns I call them out. I left that priest a very polite comment letting him know that particular preacher was ousted years ago. No real protestant with a faithful relationship with Christ would ever follow such radical nonsense ministry. *cough*that's why we're protestants and not Catholics*cough* I didn't comment that last part. No need to be all ick about it.
Regarding the Montogomery's
It seems there is only one left. I have not seen mama or big daddy fluff or any of the smaller siblings, it's just the one skittish black kitty who looks to be about 5-10 months old. For the past three days it's just been the one. Poor kitty is probably freaked out like "Where did my fam go?!" I've been feeding the lone kitty. I got a small bag of semi-hard food because I don't want kitty's teeth going bad eating only wet food, but kitty was not having the hard food. Soft food it is.
Per community work
I received a very nice email from the woman who runs the senior center I made inquiries to last Saturday. She said I can stop by any time and post my companion advertisement on their community board and offered to show me around when I got there. Yay! I'm excited again. And this time it's on my own terms not some poorly run facility. I'm so happy. I'm eager to start my community good works somewhere. Tomorrow is my birthday. I think I'll go tomorrow. What better present to myself than a new beginning for the rest of my life. I'm excited!
UPDATE on the black cat clan I call the Montgomery's
I think the entire family has bugged out, but they left behind one little kitty. Not the friendly one, the skittish one. I have not seen any other of her clan in three days. Just her assuming it's a "her". Poor kitty. And she's so skittish. She ate a big can of wet cat food by herself today. Hungry little girl.
The leaf blower is back again. I remind you I'm in the desert. No leaves. The leaf blower is just blowing around (and I'm not kidding) a two-foot-high pile of desert debris. Instead of getting a broom and dustpan, the building manager hired a leaf blower to blow a two-foot pile of desert debris down the parking lot. Not trash, debris i.e. sticks, dust, sand, small rocks, debris. A man hired him I do not doubt. No woman would use a leaf blower over a sweeper and dustpan. There's a big dumpster back there too. He could just scoop up the debris in a dustpan and toss it in the dumpster but no. What's this leaf blower going to do with the two-foot-high pile of desert debris? Just keep leaf blowing it down the street. Not to bash men but this is 100% a ridiculous man-plan.
UPDATE on the black cat clan I call the Montgomery's
I just saw mama black cat in someone living room window! Whaaat? Are they NOT homeless kitties? But then why was the skittish kitten left outside? It's only the one kitty who I fed earlier today left outside for the past three days. I'm confused. I saw the skittish black kitten about five minutes ago too, but it didn't approach me looking for food or anything, so I left her alone. Is she a rebel kitten. Does she not want a home. What's going on.
January 7
Happy Birthday to me 🎂
I was gifted an air fryer over Christmas, and it is the best thing ever. Quick and easy meal prep. As I mentioned in other blogs 56 isn't a milestone birthday. Now 60 might excite me. I'm heading to the senior center this week to post my companion advert on their community board AND I'm joining their knitting circle. A group of knitters is called "a cozy". I've been looking forward to joining a cozy for quite a while now. Get my "Ma vibes" from other older ladies.
And
This may seem macabre but I'm writing about it anyway. Back in 2015-2017 I rented a studio apartment by Venice Beach (California) from a man I met at my work (restaurant). He was a regular customer named Joe who happened to also be a landlord/building manager of a half dozen properties. When I knew him he was 78-80 years old but he lied about his age. He tried shaving off about eight years. One of his daughters outed his age to me in private. At the time I was 48-50 years old. I felt sorry for the old man and had coffee with him one day which resulted with him becoming obsessed with me. He would walk into my apartment any time he wanted, leave me love letters taped to my apartment door and at my work, he would drive around looking for me when I wasn't home, he broke my furniture, a left bags of dog poop in front of apartment door, he left harassing voice mail messages on my phone and taped to my door, he chopped down all the trees and bushes in front of my door for a clear view, he hammered a "for rent" sign in front of my apartment door, he had his 50-something mentally disturbed son wait outside my apartment building to monitor my coming and going, and when his son was too drunk to stay awake in his car Joe would put blue painters tape on top of my door frame to see when I left my apartment. One of his daughter's managed the apartment building and when I complained she said she was afraid of him and couldn't help me. Meaning she was simply waiting for him to die to collect her inheritance and didn't want to rock the boat until then. When I went to the neighborhood police station to file a harassment complaint it seems other tenants had also filed a complaint but because Joe had been diagnosed with Alzheimer's he wasn't legally responsible for his actions they said. I would have had to drag Joe and his daughter to court to get any compensation. They were wealthy and could afford an attorney. I was a waitress and could not. And so, this mess went on for two years. When I finally had the chance to move, I informed the daughter I saved all of Joe's harassing messages which was a lot and threatened to take her to court unless she compensated me for the move which she did. That was in 2017. Eight years ago. I have not heard a peep in eight years. I learned last night Joe died. I breathed a big sigh of relief. I've been breathing big sighs of relief ever since. I can finally burn all those threating harassing letters of his. It's over. The man is dead. Best birthday gift ever.
When your tormenters die there is no bigger release. I wish he had been a better human being when he was alive. Reading what his children wrote about him on his Legacy page made me laugh. "Beloved by all who knew him." Not all. People might think, "Well, he had Alzheimer's" and to that I say but he was still driving his car every day and living independently so it couldn't have been too advanced. He knew what he was doing. Regarding Joe's children, I think his daughters were just waiting for him to die. Who knows what the dynamic there was. And the 50-something son was/is an alcoholic and mentally ill. That's Joe's real "Legacy".
What happened to kind old men? When I was a little girl old men were the nicest people. They weren't perverts or grumpy. Old people were awesome back in the day. Nowadays old men expose their perversions like it's normal. Ick. I suppose because I had an incredible gentle loving grandma, I aspire to be her. What do today's old men aspire to be I wonder. Grumpy and mean it seems. Too bad really. I wonder how many people will say behind closed doors once you are dead, "I'm glad he's dead. What a relief."
Joe's funeral and burial plot were kept off his Legacy announcement. Probably so no one would spit and dance on his grave. I had forgotten about Joe until his death announcement, and I'll forget about him again. Never remember the terrible people in your life. Remember only the good one who made you laugh and smile like my dear friend Sheldon. I miss him so much. I really loved him. I'm sad after 25+ years our friendship came to an abrupt end but at least we had 25 wonderful years together. Sheldon died two years after we went separate ways. No one loved or cared for him like I did. The choice was his. I sincerely hope he died the way he wanted. I will always maintain people should die the best way they see fit.
In this day and age most of us will not know when someone dies. We all live in our close tight knit bubble and perhaps for the better. I'm a big believer of Dr. Seuss logic.
Be who you are and say what you feel because those who mind don't matter and those who matter don't mind.
-- Dr Seuss
Amen. God bless us all.
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