I just reread the entire 50,000 word plus work that I did for the NANOWRIMO group last November, and as I have been working on developing it I had to reread it to remember what I had done.
My theory is that the gods and goddesses in whom the Greeks believed so much at that time are the real reason that Alexander behaves and succeeds as he does. I do not believe that most people even today understand well why it is that the gods and goddesses of that kind had so much power, but when you study the literature of the day you see the influence that they had on the various personalities of the times.
So that is my running and ongoing theme in the novel that I wrote, and in fact, I am only imitating Homer to some extent. But before one can imitate, one must know his works. I have read the Iliad several times over, and while it is a fascinating literary work it is through Alexander and his friends that I criticize it.
So after rereading my own work last November, I now have to rewrite the entire novel this August so that I can have it published in September. Much of it is fine as is, and that part of it is usually the creative work that I simply made up instead of all the historical narrative which I paraphrased. That has to be totally redone and cleaned up and rewritten to appear coherent and smoothflowing. After rereading my earlier work multiple times now, and several other historical pieces, I finally have the entire picture in mind of how this novel can and should be written.
In truth, does the world need another book on Alexander? He is after all, dead and buried for all it is worth, and all that may be left of him besides simply those artifacts that people think are of value, coins, portraits, busts, etc. documents, stories, true/false, could be a soul remnant of some kind...Soul is how I got involved in this, and while I do not try to explain why it is that I had such a wonderful time exploring his life through his spiritual being, I did, and I am thus involved in writing this book so that young people can discover a side of him that few will ever realize or know besides myself.
Alexander is recognized today simply because he accomplished exceptionally extraordinary feats at a very young age. To understand why he had the power to do that requires an understanding of the environment of his day in which the people truly believed in the gods and goddesses who controlled and manipulated their lives.
Some few young people today are given responsibilities unique for their age, but so far in human history, none have ever accomplished all that Alexander did in a day and age unknown for rapid mass communication. Stories circulated then, but not in the minute of a telegraph message, a telephone call, a television image, or an internet communication. More than likely, the lack of hi tech enabled his success instead of impeding it.
By the power of Zeus Ammon, I will finish this task by August 31, hopefully.
Yours Truly
Janet Fauble at home
Sunday, July 31, 2011
Saturday, July 30, 2011
Sorting Photos
I spent part of the evening sorting through photos, trying to figure out a way to get these on the internet so they can be shared with family and friends. Sometimes it is easiest to take a photo of a pic by mobile or digital camera when things work right. Will try to get new printer and scanner soon and learn how to operate it...all in good time. Sorry I am so late in learning all this stuff.
Royal Prince and Princesses
Through the TudorTalk discussion group, I learned of a new website featuring European Prince and Princesses,www.altesses.eu, and naturally had to look at all the portraits of Elizabeth I, but later found Louis XIII, and then Louis XIV. I placed a few of those found for Louis XIV on facebook as there is no direct link to blogger so that I can place them here. I suppose there could be a way to do it, but I am not that far along in my computer skills. I am still very basic and primitive for all the many years I have used this machine. I forget easily simple things as cut and paste already, mind you.
The pictures of Madame de Maintenon when she was only Francois d'Aubigne, a poor young girl in need of a friend, really impressed me. The artist loved her when she was a young girl in the vibrancy of her youth. The flowers that are painted beneath her portrait impressed me a lot. She was a beautiful girl and to imagine that she was wasting away as Paul Scarron's wife is not only sad for her but also for him. He could not really enjoy his marriage to her at all, and it is very easy for me to see why and how she caught the King's attention.
Portraits of her in her later years are not quite so flattering and probably do not do justice to her, for most comments about her are so positive and enchanting. Those comments do not show in the many portraits made of her.
There is a secret ceremony portrait that does not look true to me at all, but then I am certain that it came about many years after the marriage was finally acknowledged. I do not believe in this portrait much at all. It is too much a copy of his marriage to his young Spanish bride. Her portraits are quite beautiful in my opinion and I liked them a lot. She is a much overlooked and maligned young woman also.
I do have my own recollection of the marriage between the king and Francois d'Aubigne, then known as Madame de Maintenon. It did occur and it was a nighttime ceremony. She stood on his left hand side which is an important detail to know. The marriage could never be acknowledged openly in the court or in the land, but years later, France has seen fit to give honor to Madame de Maintenon. She did not suffer the same fate from the revolutionaries as did the other members of the Royal Family, so whether she knew it or not, she earned a different fate than did the other members of the family, including her own august husband.
The pictures of Madame de Maintenon when she was only Francois d'Aubigne, a poor young girl in need of a friend, really impressed me. The artist loved her when she was a young girl in the vibrancy of her youth. The flowers that are painted beneath her portrait impressed me a lot. She was a beautiful girl and to imagine that she was wasting away as Paul Scarron's wife is not only sad for her but also for him. He could not really enjoy his marriage to her at all, and it is very easy for me to see why and how she caught the King's attention.
Portraits of her in her later years are not quite so flattering and probably do not do justice to her, for most comments about her are so positive and enchanting. Those comments do not show in the many portraits made of her.
There is a secret ceremony portrait that does not look true to me at all, but then I am certain that it came about many years after the marriage was finally acknowledged. I do not believe in this portrait much at all. It is too much a copy of his marriage to his young Spanish bride. Her portraits are quite beautiful in my opinion and I liked them a lot. She is a much overlooked and maligned young woman also.
I do have my own recollection of the marriage between the king and Francois d'Aubigne, then known as Madame de Maintenon. It did occur and it was a nighttime ceremony. She stood on his left hand side which is an important detail to know. The marriage could never be acknowledged openly in the court or in the land, but years later, France has seen fit to give honor to Madame de Maintenon. She did not suffer the same fate from the revolutionaries as did the other members of the Royal Family, so whether she knew it or not, she earned a different fate than did the other members of the family, including her own august husband.
Thursday, July 28, 2011
The Girl Who Kicked A Hornet's Nest
I finally saw the movie made in Sweden based on Stieg Larsson's trilogy The Girl Who Kicked a Hornet's Nest. What a movie! I did not read the Girl with the Dragon Tattoo or see the movie but I saw the last two movies and read a portion of the second and the entire third book. It was due to Barnes and Noble and my Nook application on my cell phone that I became aware of these films. I had already discussed the uncanny problem of seeing resemblances to living people and I won't discuss that any more.
The movie reached me. I saw that on So You Think You Can Dance show that the two finalists in the dance competition wore mohawk hairstyles similar to that of the main heroine in the show, LizBeth Salander. I was playing with the words salable, salacious the other day. I actually know a man whose last name is Sala.
Lady Gaga's hairstyle also reminded me a lot of the hairstyle that Salander had to wear after her operation and the side of her face was shaved. There was a yorkshire terrier in Florida one time that had his ass shaved, and I thought of an old Doris Day movie where all three yorkshire terriers are used to point out which one is wearing the real diamond. That made me think of the movie as to which of these characters is like a real live person that you know. The police car sported a number on it that is direct match and that really got to me so I know that these Swedes do know exactly what they are doing.
Need I say more, especially since Yahoo has come up with something tonight that makes me know that I needed their advice. Thanks to Yahoo for that one!
That is all I will say for now...
The movie reached me. I saw that on So You Think You Can Dance show that the two finalists in the dance competition wore mohawk hairstyles similar to that of the main heroine in the show, LizBeth Salander. I was playing with the words salable, salacious the other day. I actually know a man whose last name is Sala.
Lady Gaga's hairstyle also reminded me a lot of the hairstyle that Salander had to wear after her operation and the side of her face was shaved. There was a yorkshire terrier in Florida one time that had his ass shaved, and I thought of an old Doris Day movie where all three yorkshire terriers are used to point out which one is wearing the real diamond. That made me think of the movie as to which of these characters is like a real live person that you know. The police car sported a number on it that is direct match and that really got to me so I know that these Swedes do know exactly what they are doing.
Need I say more, especially since Yahoo has come up with something tonight that makes me know that I needed their advice. Thanks to Yahoo for that one!
That is all I will say for now...
Wednesday, July 27, 2011
The Girl Who Played with Fire movie
I watched The Girl Who Played With Fire last night and will watch The Girl Who Kicked The Hornet's Nest tonight. I found both at the Phoenix library when I returned my books, hidden behind a movie about Joan Rivers.
The Swedes know how to make a good film, much better than American movie makers I will admit. Americans seem to know only one kind of film any longer, and each seems to be a kind of copy of one that was made before.
After I watch The Hornet's Nest movie I will continue this post.
The Swedes know how to make a good film, much better than American movie makers I will admit. Americans seem to know only one kind of film any longer, and each seems to be a kind of copy of one that was made before.
After I watch The Hornet's Nest movie I will continue this post.
Sunday, July 24, 2011
Contemplating Death
Tonight I woke up from a nap, and had serious problems with my circulation, which has happened before. I have limbs that sometimes will not move, and it is a very frightening thing to happen. My hand at one time had become numb so that it would not and could not move, and here I was with a hand limped over. I thought that I could be close to death tonight as I felt so bad and my eyesight was poor, and my circulation again had created that sense of immobility. I wonder what dying is really like, and then I came back to normal, and forced myself to move, and wondered if I should worry about this.
I ate dinner then, and am still on the salad part of it. No, I am not prepared to die, and my inner voices which give me counsel have always told me I will live several more years. If I am correct, I should live to be 87 or 88, and that is a very real possibility, all without pacemakers too.
I am of the firm belief that faith alone keeps me going as I believe that when God wants me to go, I will go.
But I am speaking of it now because I really did think that I was having too hard a time tonight, and I am wondering if I should somehow or other find future housing where I will have easy access to medics. should anything happen to me.
There is an interesting discussion on facebook about alcoholics and addiction as someone wrote a blogpost about it. I do not have a real problem with alcohol but I have been addicted to t.v., and maybe a bit to Pepsi Cola. I have cut down my use of Pepsi a lot, but the general idea is that people think that they are not worth anything at all.
People have a way of making people feel that way, and I will explain my story now.
I left California in 1974. I had returned to Azusa after a year's leave of absence, and whether to punish me or the principals I was assigned to a new school system which did not work out for me. I was placed in the 8th grade. Believe me, a reputation in a school system takes years to build, and while I had had a great reputation at Gladstone, I was an unknown at Center Intermediate. 8th grade and I are totally incompatible and while all the kids there knew that our classroom was being used for a t.v. show, the children were anything but helpful to me in keeping my job and sanity in that situation. Welcome Back Kotter was made with my classroom being used as the model for the show. T.V. made a sex change from Karen Valentine in Room 222 to Gabriel Kaplan in Welcome Back Kotter. A fellow teacher who had been a student in Azusa was also the model upon whom Kaplan based his role as well...so that it was partly my homeroom and the other guy's homeroom...I remember it well!
This story is long and I am going to break it at this point now...will place videos of both Room 222 and Welcome Back Kotter on here to follow this.
I ate dinner then, and am still on the salad part of it. No, I am not prepared to die, and my inner voices which give me counsel have always told me I will live several more years. If I am correct, I should live to be 87 or 88, and that is a very real possibility, all without pacemakers too.
I am of the firm belief that faith alone keeps me going as I believe that when God wants me to go, I will go.
But I am speaking of it now because I really did think that I was having too hard a time tonight, and I am wondering if I should somehow or other find future housing where I will have easy access to medics. should anything happen to me.
There is an interesting discussion on facebook about alcoholics and addiction as someone wrote a blogpost about it. I do not have a real problem with alcohol but I have been addicted to t.v., and maybe a bit to Pepsi Cola. I have cut down my use of Pepsi a lot, but the general idea is that people think that they are not worth anything at all.
People have a way of making people feel that way, and I will explain my story now.
I left California in 1974. I had returned to Azusa after a year's leave of absence, and whether to punish me or the principals I was assigned to a new school system which did not work out for me. I was placed in the 8th grade. Believe me, a reputation in a school system takes years to build, and while I had had a great reputation at Gladstone, I was an unknown at Center Intermediate. 8th grade and I are totally incompatible and while all the kids there knew that our classroom was being used for a t.v. show, the children were anything but helpful to me in keeping my job and sanity in that situation. Welcome Back Kotter was made with my classroom being used as the model for the show. T.V. made a sex change from Karen Valentine in Room 222 to Gabriel Kaplan in Welcome Back Kotter. A fellow teacher who had been a student in Azusa was also the model upon whom Kaplan based his role as well...so that it was partly my homeroom and the other guy's homeroom...I remember it well!
This story is long and I am going to break it at this point now...will place videos of both Room 222 and Welcome Back Kotter on here to follow this.
Poor tired eyes
Same subject but a bit different now...I did take a soak in the tub bath, and then a shower to shampoo my hair, and I found more flecks around the walls of the tub area and on the walls that separate the toilet from the sink area..only a few but enough to assure me that these are not confined to the toilet alone. I have cleansed it all throughly and am waiting to see if any reappear. They do reappear at the toilet area but no longer on the lid. They seem to pop up from nowhere I have noticed. If it continues I will probably have to tell management but I am trying to keep and maintain my own cool head in this matter and keep it as close to my chest as possible.
Naturally, telling facebook and blogger does not seem to be sensible but I am certain that just as I don't read every single post there are many who don't read mine either and dismiss it anyway.
So I don't really worry about the readers as much as I do about people who live right next door to me.
I met a man yesterday entering an apartment that I had seen no life in at all, but now I know that someone does go in and out there. This is the most unusual place I have ever seen as it is so private with so many apartments. We see each other only at the laundry, pool, or mailbox area. I hear my upstairs neighbor all the time when he is here as the walls here are very thin.
The fences are very private and unless you are very tall, few can see inside the patios at all.
End for now...will see what happens from here on out!
I did write an excerpt of my Alexander novel today. It is very bold and forthright in discussing sex in the age for the young to have to deal with. I sent a copy to Maria to read asking what she might think. It is coldly blunt.
I am setting a tone.
Naturally, telling facebook and blogger does not seem to be sensible but I am certain that just as I don't read every single post there are many who don't read mine either and dismiss it anyway.
So I don't really worry about the readers as much as I do about people who live right next door to me.
I met a man yesterday entering an apartment that I had seen no life in at all, but now I know that someone does go in and out there. This is the most unusual place I have ever seen as it is so private with so many apartments. We see each other only at the laundry, pool, or mailbox area. I hear my upstairs neighbor all the time when he is here as the walls here are very thin.
The fences are very private and unless you are very tall, few can see inside the patios at all.
End for now...will see what happens from here on out!
I did write an excerpt of my Alexander novel today. It is very bold and forthright in discussing sex in the age for the young to have to deal with. I sent a copy to Maria to read asking what she might think. It is coldly blunt.
I am setting a tone.
Saturday, July 23, 2011
Thoughts about all the activity
I don't usually share all the spiritual developments in my life as there have been many, but I do occasionally share them with choice friends. My mother was very afraid that I would be considered quite suspect when I told her about some of them, and many of them happened after she passed to the other side. I wish I could believe that they are evidence of her being able to occasionally pay me a visit but so far I have not had that impression.
Let me say from the outset that there is only one person in this immediate area that I have confided in, and she was probably the wrong person in whom to confide, but I did tell her a wee bit about it. She did not know what to think or say either and I have not seen much of her recently.
Since I am also very dubious of how many people actually read my blog or facebook posts, I always take a chance that only a certain rare few will read it and understand it.
I do not want people tramping into my apartment to investigate this either. I will simply live with it until I move away from here as I cannot afford to up and run away at this point, having spent only a month here already.
This apartment is quite strange as it has mirrors everywhere which I honestly do like. I can look up and see myself in the mirror that is in the dining room, and there are mirrors on the hallway closets that are a part of the bathroom so that I see myself coming and going out of the john all the time. What I wonder is if the entity that is doing this can be seen through a mirror.
The grainy granuals were back today but in a limited number but as I had just cleaned the entire toilet area clean as could be, and it was absolutely spotless, that means that they returned so I attribute the moving the toilet paper from one place to the other to the same source that put the grains on the toilet lid.
I picked them up and felt them, and threw them out. If they come back, they will.
I do not know what to think. I fell asleep this morning on the floor by the patio and when I awoke from a dream about my brother and his granddaughter, I could feel my cat's paws touching me. I looked up and saw him give me the most comforting look. I felt as though he were trying to comfort me somehow...it was very touching.
In the dream I had just reached down and held my niece, giving her a big hug.
Then I tried to tell my brother my story and it was most difficult to get out for some reason...I woke up then.
I then left the house, went shopping for deodorant in Vitamin World and bought some shower gel and lotion at Bath and Body. Saved 75% on shower gels which should last me six months or more.
Five anyway as I bought five bottles.
It did unnerve me a bit. But what the heck...moving things around is not really a big threat to me, is it? Just annoying not to see who, what, and why in this story that feels a bit like a sci fi movie which I am not liking at all, or a horror movie if we become terrorized by it. So far, I am content to keep it a spiritual happening from a positive force doing annoying things. I admit I did use my steno machine to put on the mattress to test how the mattress would react to a heavy object so that the toilet paper did remind me of that a bit...I wish I had a camera to catch all this action...
Let me say from the outset that there is only one person in this immediate area that I have confided in, and she was probably the wrong person in whom to confide, but I did tell her a wee bit about it. She did not know what to think or say either and I have not seen much of her recently.
Since I am also very dubious of how many people actually read my blog or facebook posts, I always take a chance that only a certain rare few will read it and understand it.
I do not want people tramping into my apartment to investigate this either. I will simply live with it until I move away from here as I cannot afford to up and run away at this point, having spent only a month here already.
This apartment is quite strange as it has mirrors everywhere which I honestly do like. I can look up and see myself in the mirror that is in the dining room, and there are mirrors on the hallway closets that are a part of the bathroom so that I see myself coming and going out of the john all the time. What I wonder is if the entity that is doing this can be seen through a mirror.
The grainy granuals were back today but in a limited number but as I had just cleaned the entire toilet area clean as could be, and it was absolutely spotless, that means that they returned so I attribute the moving the toilet paper from one place to the other to the same source that put the grains on the toilet lid.
I picked them up and felt them, and threw them out. If they come back, they will.
I do not know what to think. I fell asleep this morning on the floor by the patio and when I awoke from a dream about my brother and his granddaughter, I could feel my cat's paws touching me. I looked up and saw him give me the most comforting look. I felt as though he were trying to comfort me somehow...it was very touching.
In the dream I had just reached down and held my niece, giving her a big hug.
Then I tried to tell my brother my story and it was most difficult to get out for some reason...I woke up then.
I then left the house, went shopping for deodorant in Vitamin World and bought some shower gel and lotion at Bath and Body. Saved 75% on shower gels which should last me six months or more.
Five anyway as I bought five bottles.
It did unnerve me a bit. But what the heck...moving things around is not really a big threat to me, is it? Just annoying not to see who, what, and why in this story that feels a bit like a sci fi movie which I am not liking at all, or a horror movie if we become terrorized by it. So far, I am content to keep it a spiritual happening from a positive force doing annoying things. I admit I did use my steno machine to put on the mattress to test how the mattress would react to a heavy object so that the toilet paper did remind me of that a bit...I wish I had a camera to catch all this action...
Famous Last Words
My last words in my previous blogpost have come back to haunt me.
Let me explain a few things since I explained the lock system. When I left my parent's house years ago to get an apartment I sold all my beds, mattresses, and most of the furnishings that were in the house. They were mine to have but due to economic problems I could not maintain them. I had been a caretaker for my mother during the years I lived with my mom and dad, and so when forced to leave I had to sell everything or give it to Salvation Army, and as a result, I have used only an air mattress which sets upon boxes filled with stuff that I have managed to save since I left that house.
So on that note, I have the air mattress plopped on the boxes that act as a foundation to give it height so that I also use a step stool to get into bed when I go to bed at night. It is so high that I cannot just fall onto it, but I have to climb up to get into it.
That means that when I leave to go to the john, I have to climb down over boxes to get there, and that wakes me no matter if nothing else does. It is a chore to get out of bed just to get to the john.
I am saying this because this morning after getting five hours of sleep as I finally went to sleep at 4:00, having been awake thinking of chapters for my novel on ATG, I woke up at a quarter of 9 to get up and to find my back scratcher on the floor. Naturally, I say,oh, that cat!
Then I walk into the bathroom and I find a roll of toilet paper sitting on the lid. I put photos on facebook to show this and to show how and why the cat could not have done it, and I certainly would not have done it. But earlier I had put my stenograph machine on the air mattress to check how firm it was when I set it there, and how long it would take to go down.
The air mattress has a very slow leak in it.
Until I moved into this apartment I had never experienced a leak but once here, it happened but it does still pump to full so that I can sleep on it for three hours at best. Then back to pumping it up.
At any rate, the sight of the roll of toilet paper made me gasp and say Oh. and I could see the O in the roll so that sounds a lot like my previous post also.
What the heck? This is a lot of activity in one area of the apartment, and so far I have not said anything to management. I don't honestly know what to do.
Is it a poltergeist? I had wondered if some unfortunate incident could have happened here. I think of every possibility. We had had a murder at the other apartment. Could something like that happen here too? Is there an unhappy ghost? I did not think it was Jesus this time, but it could be. I had taken my picture of Jesus knocking out at the door as there had been supernatural activity around it at the other apartment. I thought of John Paul II as he is the only John that I know that led to the Jesus experience with the crucifix of palm leaves.
Maybe it is Jesus...I just do not know what to think, but I do know that my last words were toilet paper, that google made me go through security before posting to facebook about David Casson's remarks about the gaslight treatment.
Sorry, nothing of value in this apartment except maybe a few books. An old Bible is probably about as valuable as anything here...It has exceptionally beautiful illustrations.
This is all from the inside. My cat may be capable of a lot of things but if he is capable of moving a roll of toilet paper off his litter box, I would put him on stage for sure!
No way! And I did not do it myself.
There was the scratcher on the floor as well but after I saw the toilet roll on the lid I decided that maybe the cat was not responsible for it. I did realize that we do wipe our own fannies as well as scratch our own backs in this day and age. Only Louis XIV had some attendant wipe his butt for him...maybe that is part of the message!
This is a mystery! How did the toilet paper move from the top of the litter box to the lid on the toilet? I ask you.
Photos are at facebook.
Let me explain a few things since I explained the lock system. When I left my parent's house years ago to get an apartment I sold all my beds, mattresses, and most of the furnishings that were in the house. They were mine to have but due to economic problems I could not maintain them. I had been a caretaker for my mother during the years I lived with my mom and dad, and so when forced to leave I had to sell everything or give it to Salvation Army, and as a result, I have used only an air mattress which sets upon boxes filled with stuff that I have managed to save since I left that house.
So on that note, I have the air mattress plopped on the boxes that act as a foundation to give it height so that I also use a step stool to get into bed when I go to bed at night. It is so high that I cannot just fall onto it, but I have to climb up to get into it.
That means that when I leave to go to the john, I have to climb down over boxes to get there, and that wakes me no matter if nothing else does. It is a chore to get out of bed just to get to the john.
I am saying this because this morning after getting five hours of sleep as I finally went to sleep at 4:00, having been awake thinking of chapters for my novel on ATG, I woke up at a quarter of 9 to get up and to find my back scratcher on the floor. Naturally, I say,oh, that cat!
Then I walk into the bathroom and I find a roll of toilet paper sitting on the lid. I put photos on facebook to show this and to show how and why the cat could not have done it, and I certainly would not have done it. But earlier I had put my stenograph machine on the air mattress to check how firm it was when I set it there, and how long it would take to go down.
The air mattress has a very slow leak in it.
Until I moved into this apartment I had never experienced a leak but once here, it happened but it does still pump to full so that I can sleep on it for three hours at best. Then back to pumping it up.
At any rate, the sight of the roll of toilet paper made me gasp and say Oh. and I could see the O in the roll so that sounds a lot like my previous post also.
What the heck? This is a lot of activity in one area of the apartment, and so far I have not said anything to management. I don't honestly know what to do.
Is it a poltergeist? I had wondered if some unfortunate incident could have happened here. I think of every possibility. We had had a murder at the other apartment. Could something like that happen here too? Is there an unhappy ghost? I did not think it was Jesus this time, but it could be. I had taken my picture of Jesus knocking out at the door as there had been supernatural activity around it at the other apartment. I thought of John Paul II as he is the only John that I know that led to the Jesus experience with the crucifix of palm leaves.
Maybe it is Jesus...I just do not know what to think, but I do know that my last words were toilet paper, that google made me go through security before posting to facebook about David Casson's remarks about the gaslight treatment.
Sorry, nothing of value in this apartment except maybe a few books. An old Bible is probably about as valuable as anything here...It has exceptionally beautiful illustrations.
This is all from the inside. My cat may be capable of a lot of things but if he is capable of moving a roll of toilet paper off his litter box, I would put him on stage for sure!
No way! And I did not do it myself.
There was the scratcher on the floor as well but after I saw the toilet roll on the lid I decided that maybe the cat was not responsible for it. I did realize that we do wipe our own fannies as well as scratch our own backs in this day and age. Only Louis XIV had some attendant wipe his butt for him...maybe that is part of the message!
This is a mystery! How did the toilet paper move from the top of the litter box to the lid on the toilet? I ask you.
Photos are at facebook.
Gaslight
I had written my post here about my recent experiences with strange phenomena occuring in my apartment. Yesterday, I cleaned all remaining residue from the toilet seat and cleansed out the bowl with Lysol but have learned that vinegar is a good cleanser also.
First of all, to get into my apartment I use three separate keys, one for the outside security door, one for the inside deadbolt lock, and another for the inside regular lock. The inside door locks itself automatically when I leave and so therefore I can never dare leave my keys inside but as the security door has to be locked from the outside it is likely that I carry my keys with me no matter where I go. The patio door would be the weak link, but it cannot be opened from outside when I have it locked from the inside. In other words, only if it is left open could anyone enter into this apartment.
Thanks to writing this story on facebook, a friend there did ask me if I might be given the Gaslight treatment so I had to look up Gaslight with Ingrid Bergman and Charles Boyer to understand what he is talking about.
I admit that I jumpt to conclusions a lot and while I know that most would not understand why would Jesus come to visit me anyway, I had an interesting phone call today which I made to a cousin of a cousin of mine who I had not yet met. She is an 80 year old woman who lives in the same county as I do, and so I called her to say hello and eventually told her only about the toilet, not about the dripping faucet, (which today did drip again) the credit cards, or the petpad...It was too much to tell an 80 year old woman after we had just talkd about her churchgoing experiences.
But when she did listen to my story, she asked if it were possible that someone else had a key such as the previous tenant...did they change the locks when I moved in?
I had not wanted to talk to management about this problem. I think it does make me sound looney as can be. I mean who in the world would go to the trouble to put granulated substance on my toilet lid while I am sleeping...even as a prank, it sounds too totally insane to me too.
And if I truly thought that someone was trying to do that to me I would find a way to thwart them.
Because I have had similar experiences with the great beyond in the past, my lights in my former apartment, the circle of iron at my parent's house, and the disappearing egg which I witnessed with my own eyes, I am very quick to believe that a spirit can do any number of things at will...I am thinking maybe it is OHIO after all.
I have been thinking of the injunctions all the time of the Lord Giveth, the Lord taketh away...
Ifirmly believe that this is an action of Jesus. The bookmark of the Good Shepherd convinced me at first but the finding of the debit card in front of the picture of Jesus made me know that it is true. Besides, I receive thoughts and the thought that I had been receiving is that it is Jesus who is doing this.
The entire tub and toilet area is spotlessly clean as of now.
I did see something on the internet that Bill Gates is saying that toilets are one of the most needed items in many parts of the world. I do not doubt it. Maybe the message is to bring toilets to all the people of the world.
And toilet paper!
First of all, to get into my apartment I use three separate keys, one for the outside security door, one for the inside deadbolt lock, and another for the inside regular lock. The inside door locks itself automatically when I leave and so therefore I can never dare leave my keys inside but as the security door has to be locked from the outside it is likely that I carry my keys with me no matter where I go. The patio door would be the weak link, but it cannot be opened from outside when I have it locked from the inside. In other words, only if it is left open could anyone enter into this apartment.
Thanks to writing this story on facebook, a friend there did ask me if I might be given the Gaslight treatment so I had to look up Gaslight with Ingrid Bergman and Charles Boyer to understand what he is talking about.
I admit that I jumpt to conclusions a lot and while I know that most would not understand why would Jesus come to visit me anyway, I had an interesting phone call today which I made to a cousin of a cousin of mine who I had not yet met. She is an 80 year old woman who lives in the same county as I do, and so I called her to say hello and eventually told her only about the toilet, not about the dripping faucet, (which today did drip again) the credit cards, or the petpad...It was too much to tell an 80 year old woman after we had just talkd about her churchgoing experiences.
But when she did listen to my story, she asked if it were possible that someone else had a key such as the previous tenant...did they change the locks when I moved in?
I had not wanted to talk to management about this problem. I think it does make me sound looney as can be. I mean who in the world would go to the trouble to put granulated substance on my toilet lid while I am sleeping...even as a prank, it sounds too totally insane to me too.
And if I truly thought that someone was trying to do that to me I would find a way to thwart them.
Because I have had similar experiences with the great beyond in the past, my lights in my former apartment, the circle of iron at my parent's house, and the disappearing egg which I witnessed with my own eyes, I am very quick to believe that a spirit can do any number of things at will...I am thinking maybe it is OHIO after all.
I have been thinking of the injunctions all the time of the Lord Giveth, the Lord taketh away...
Ifirmly believe that this is an action of Jesus. The bookmark of the Good Shepherd convinced me at first but the finding of the debit card in front of the picture of Jesus made me know that it is true. Besides, I receive thoughts and the thought that I had been receiving is that it is Jesus who is doing this.
The entire tub and toilet area is spotlessly clean as of now.
I did see something on the internet that Bill Gates is saying that toilets are one of the most needed items in many parts of the world. I do not doubt it. Maybe the message is to bring toilets to all the people of the world.
And toilet paper!
Friday, July 22, 2011
Tuesday, July 19, 2011
Sunday, July 17, 2011
The Atlantis/International Space Station Video
I found this video at abovetopsecret and had quite a time with youtube to finally be able to get to share with facebook and my blog here at google. Right now I am a bit perturbed at google and blogger for when I try to make a comment I get sent somewhere else instead of getting the comment posted and it irritates me no end. I am blaming trendmicro for this as I believe that someone is tampering with my computer whenever trendmicro warns me that it is turned off when it is really on protected. I will not ever go with trendmicro again, I can tell you that for certain.
Google itself is a strange system with which to work. I wonder if one can ever find happiness at any computer website any longer.
I tried Chrome once and all that happened was that anytime I tried to use youtube the computer would crash. I don't trust any of these changes especially if one is on an older system that the most recent computer systems. Mine is Vista Premium, not Windows 7, and wait until Windows 8 comes out, and Vista will be old time for sure.
Well, the space station is absolutely incredible in this telescopic view and I am so grateful to the person who filmed it and shared it that I wanted to keep it at my blog spot.
I hope everyone enjoys it as much as I have.
Google itself is a strange system with which to work. I wonder if one can ever find happiness at any computer website any longer.
I tried Chrome once and all that happened was that anytime I tried to use youtube the computer would crash. I don't trust any of these changes especially if one is on an older system that the most recent computer systems. Mine is Vista Premium, not Windows 7, and wait until Windows 8 comes out, and Vista will be old time for sure.
Well, the space station is absolutely incredible in this telescopic view and I am so grateful to the person who filmed it and shared it that I wanted to keep it at my blog spot.
I hope everyone enjoys it as much as I have.
Saturday, July 16, 2011
A bit of a happy ending
Some time ago I wrote the incident of some mysterious happenings in my new apartment. They are real all right but they sound so strange that I deleted the story as I truly do not want anyone thinking that I am a bit dotty at times.
But because I had a happy ending I am going to tell this story again, so that I impress upon anyone who reads this the seriousness that I am saying.
I live alone. I have a pet cat who is only 9 months old, and while he is capable of many things, he is certainly still just an ordinary cat who cannot do feats beyond his own capabilities.
The story begins with my having trouble learning how an m-power box works. I had heard a beepbeepbeep sound and did not know what the heck it was but I went to find it and saw that it was my m-power box warning me that I am low on my debit card and have only so much time left before I have no power. So I get on the phone, call the SRP late at night, despite the fact that it is not truly an emergency I don't know that for sure as the thing is beeping away and making me want to know why. Finally, I got through to have a lady agent be very kind to me as she told me to go to my m-power box and to read what it was saying on the display. I had to push a button to read it and so I learned the hardway how this thing actually works. Might have been smart of me to have read all the instructions but like most people, I did not do that.
As my m-box is in a box with a cover on it because it is lit up at night, and I don't want my cat bothering it, it is also beside my invert table on the floor. I was down on the floor clutching my debit cards in my hand, listening to the woman explain to me what to do, and my cat is fussing with me, and so I batted him away, and one of the cards fell out of my hand onto the floor. I let it go, thinking I would pick it up after I finished talking to her, as I was trying to push buttons, hold a phone in hand, and push cat away. When I finished talking, I looked down to pick up the card, but could not find it. I did not know whether Alexander had picked up the card and carried it somewhere or whether some how or other it had vanished into thin air. I know that can happen but I did not know what to think, but figured I would find it. This is all in my bedroom, and the bedroom is a long way from where I sit now, in the dining room at this computer. To my right is a picture of Jesus Christ which my grandmother had had, and I inherited it, as I had had a small picture like it wallet size when I was in high school. It is one of the most famous pictures of Jesus in the world, a 3/4 profile look.
I looked high and low for that debit card, even had to call SRP to request a replacement which the nice man who responded to me did do, and so now I have two sets of SRP cards. I admit to one thing: I have a problem of memory wipeout at times, and it annoys me no end.
So anyone I forgot about that episode but kept looking for debit card in bedroom and bedroom closet thinking that if the cat had taken it somewhere it should show up.
So next thing I know a few days later I wake up and have to go to the john, and when I walk in the bathroom, I find the lid covered with cat litter, not just sprinkled but caked on and so well done that you would have thought a cake decorator had put it there. I wiped it off though, thinking that the cat must have done it, then thought again, how could he ever do that...the entire lid is covered...Well, long story short, I did find it happen a second time, and then knew for sure that the cat was innocent. He could not have done that, caking that seat so well with litter. I cleaned it up both times,did not take pictures, wish that I had, and so when it finally showed up again behind the lid, I did take a photo second time that happened also.
Today, while cleaning up the front room, all the junk around the picture of Jesus, I suddenly find the debit card directly in front of the picture near lids that my mother had used for Christmas gifts. Today is her birthday! Hallelujah! I got the message. The power of Jesus.
There had been a petpad under the invert table laying beside the m-power box also that had suddenly made its way into the living room one night that caught my attention. It was seen right next to the picture of Jesus also, but I never did make that connection until now.
Yes, I believe all these events to be manifestations of Jesus's power and that He is making himself known to me through these incidents. I could say more, but that is all for now. I consider them miracles, and have a reason why...the miracleworker, a play about Helen Keller, in which water plays an important role...the cat came out wet, and I went into the bathroom to find the faucet in the tub area dripping water...The spickets were turned as far as they should go so that it was not due to faulty spickets. I thought miracleworker and it stopped immediately!
I did get the thought Obey! That is the theme of the play The Miracleworker which I taught years ago in Cortez High School at Glendale, AZ.
All these events are true! I believe in Jesus. I believe that Jesus is using me and my cat to get messages through. I hope that any who read this will believe in these manifestations of God on earth.
But because I had a happy ending I am going to tell this story again, so that I impress upon anyone who reads this the seriousness that I am saying.
I live alone. I have a pet cat who is only 9 months old, and while he is capable of many things, he is certainly still just an ordinary cat who cannot do feats beyond his own capabilities.
The story begins with my having trouble learning how an m-power box works. I had heard a beepbeepbeep sound and did not know what the heck it was but I went to find it and saw that it was my m-power box warning me that I am low on my debit card and have only so much time left before I have no power. So I get on the phone, call the SRP late at night, despite the fact that it is not truly an emergency I don't know that for sure as the thing is beeping away and making me want to know why. Finally, I got through to have a lady agent be very kind to me as she told me to go to my m-power box and to read what it was saying on the display. I had to push a button to read it and so I learned the hardway how this thing actually works. Might have been smart of me to have read all the instructions but like most people, I did not do that.
As my m-box is in a box with a cover on it because it is lit up at night, and I don't want my cat bothering it, it is also beside my invert table on the floor. I was down on the floor clutching my debit cards in my hand, listening to the woman explain to me what to do, and my cat is fussing with me, and so I batted him away, and one of the cards fell out of my hand onto the floor. I let it go, thinking I would pick it up after I finished talking to her, as I was trying to push buttons, hold a phone in hand, and push cat away. When I finished talking, I looked down to pick up the card, but could not find it. I did not know whether Alexander had picked up the card and carried it somewhere or whether some how or other it had vanished into thin air. I know that can happen but I did not know what to think, but figured I would find it. This is all in my bedroom, and the bedroom is a long way from where I sit now, in the dining room at this computer. To my right is a picture of Jesus Christ which my grandmother had had, and I inherited it, as I had had a small picture like it wallet size when I was in high school. It is one of the most famous pictures of Jesus in the world, a 3/4 profile look.
I looked high and low for that debit card, even had to call SRP to request a replacement which the nice man who responded to me did do, and so now I have two sets of SRP cards. I admit to one thing: I have a problem of memory wipeout at times, and it annoys me no end.
So anyone I forgot about that episode but kept looking for debit card in bedroom and bedroom closet thinking that if the cat had taken it somewhere it should show up.
So next thing I know a few days later I wake up and have to go to the john, and when I walk in the bathroom, I find the lid covered with cat litter, not just sprinkled but caked on and so well done that you would have thought a cake decorator had put it there. I wiped it off though, thinking that the cat must have done it, then thought again, how could he ever do that...the entire lid is covered...Well, long story short, I did find it happen a second time, and then knew for sure that the cat was innocent. He could not have done that, caking that seat so well with litter. I cleaned it up both times,did not take pictures, wish that I had, and so when it finally showed up again behind the lid, I did take a photo second time that happened also.
Today, while cleaning up the front room, all the junk around the picture of Jesus, I suddenly find the debit card directly in front of the picture near lids that my mother had used for Christmas gifts. Today is her birthday! Hallelujah! I got the message. The power of Jesus.
There had been a petpad under the invert table laying beside the m-power box also that had suddenly made its way into the living room one night that caught my attention. It was seen right next to the picture of Jesus also, but I never did make that connection until now.
Yes, I believe all these events to be manifestations of Jesus's power and that He is making himself known to me through these incidents. I could say more, but that is all for now. I consider them miracles, and have a reason why...the miracleworker, a play about Helen Keller, in which water plays an important role...the cat came out wet, and I went into the bathroom to find the faucet in the tub area dripping water...The spickets were turned as far as they should go so that it was not due to faulty spickets. I thought miracleworker and it stopped immediately!
I did get the thought Obey! That is the theme of the play The Miracleworker which I taught years ago in Cortez High School at Glendale, AZ.
All these events are true! I believe in Jesus. I believe that Jesus is using me and my cat to get messages through. I hope that any who read this will believe in these manifestations of God on earth.
Wednesday, July 13, 2011
Bastille Day
European time being what it is means that Bastille Day has already been celebrated in France. I remember learning years ago that when the Bastille was opened, it was discovered that it held on 7 or so prisoners, that most of the gossip about it had been overhyped, and years later when I began my study of the French kings and queens, I learned that it was actually like a hotel for certain prisoners where they were well fed and housed. Naturally, one had to be a certain kind of important person to be held there anyway, as criminals are often notorious, aren't they?
It became a symbol somehow for the French Revolutionaries who were actually quite wrong about it as well as being quite wrong about their King, Louis XVI.
But just as today with the news media fanning the flames of bias and prejudice in court trials, in government actions, which of the ordinary common man can stand up to high pressure tactics and fight back? Case in point is the angry press who wantedto convict a woman of murder without truly knowing if she was guilty or not. They just didn't like her appearance, her having a good time, and lying about her activites all the time...none of which is proof whether she did or did not kill her only child. I read the worst headline of all on MSNBC showing Casey Anthony with the caption, What can people do when the jury system fails? As if MSNBC knew whether she had or had not willfully murdered her own daughter. It is just like the Scott Peterson case where everyone is certain that he is guilty of killing his wife, and frankly, nobody can be sure if he did or did not. He may have wanted to do it, but did he really do it?
Now, I cannot answer any of those questions. I just know that the power of people who are aroused to action for any reason at all is often overwhelmingly impossible to stop, whether right or wrong. People become carried away in a frenzy with other people's stampedes.
So it is with the French. I have been studying the history of France for a long time ever since I came into knowledge of details of Louis XIV's life that is of a personal nature to me. In examining my soul's quest, I learned that in a previous lietime, that I find myself in his spiritual body, reliving the moments of his life that are caught up in this tableau that I have discovered. It was a beautiful age, a mangificent time when great men and women gathered together under one rule, one law, and one idea: that France would be a great nation, and so it became one that frightened many a neighbor with its warlike tendencies. I cannot say in all honesty Happy Bastille Day for I remember a time when I, as King, visited there myself, having a key that only I could have to enter this particular cell.
The Bastille was a special holding place. It housed both serious and not so serious criminal types. In my memory, I kept many secrets to myself about prisoners and terms of imprisonment. I believe that the Bastille as a symbol of repression and wrongdoing by the Kings is a false impression that enemies of the King fostered. So I cannot celebrate the July 14 holiday in France as being anything but the guilty attempting to malign the innocent!
I went to France realizing that and fortunately, changing times, changing attitudes, and the concealment of people's identities made it possible for me to see this famous Chateau that King Louis XIV built and to learn the truth of my memory sessions.
So I am happy to know that many stories lie in the walls of those old buildings, and some are buried deep within me. Yes, I found the match! There are many ironies in eternal life, and sooner or later, we come face to face with them.
The French people can boast of their past, even long before the Bourbons came to rule, and find great satisfaction in their nation and take pride that they have remained a great nation for many years. In my mind, the Grand Siecle was the age that truly is the zenith of France, but it will return again someday at some future date to regain its authority in the world. It was an age of magnificence, splendor, and talent! Viva la Francais!
It became a symbol somehow for the French Revolutionaries who were actually quite wrong about it as well as being quite wrong about their King, Louis XVI.
But just as today with the news media fanning the flames of bias and prejudice in court trials, in government actions, which of the ordinary common man can stand up to high pressure tactics and fight back? Case in point is the angry press who wantedto convict a woman of murder without truly knowing if she was guilty or not. They just didn't like her appearance, her having a good time, and lying about her activites all the time...none of which is proof whether she did or did not kill her only child. I read the worst headline of all on MSNBC showing Casey Anthony with the caption, What can people do when the jury system fails? As if MSNBC knew whether she had or had not willfully murdered her own daughter. It is just like the Scott Peterson case where everyone is certain that he is guilty of killing his wife, and frankly, nobody can be sure if he did or did not. He may have wanted to do it, but did he really do it?
Now, I cannot answer any of those questions. I just know that the power of people who are aroused to action for any reason at all is often overwhelmingly impossible to stop, whether right or wrong. People become carried away in a frenzy with other people's stampedes.
So it is with the French. I have been studying the history of France for a long time ever since I came into knowledge of details of Louis XIV's life that is of a personal nature to me. In examining my soul's quest, I learned that in a previous lietime, that I find myself in his spiritual body, reliving the moments of his life that are caught up in this tableau that I have discovered. It was a beautiful age, a mangificent time when great men and women gathered together under one rule, one law, and one idea: that France would be a great nation, and so it became one that frightened many a neighbor with its warlike tendencies. I cannot say in all honesty Happy Bastille Day for I remember a time when I, as King, visited there myself, having a key that only I could have to enter this particular cell.
The Bastille was a special holding place. It housed both serious and not so serious criminal types. In my memory, I kept many secrets to myself about prisoners and terms of imprisonment. I believe that the Bastille as a symbol of repression and wrongdoing by the Kings is a false impression that enemies of the King fostered. So I cannot celebrate the July 14 holiday in France as being anything but the guilty attempting to malign the innocent!
I went to France realizing that and fortunately, changing times, changing attitudes, and the concealment of people's identities made it possible for me to see this famous Chateau that King Louis XIV built and to learn the truth of my memory sessions.
So I am happy to know that many stories lie in the walls of those old buildings, and some are buried deep within me. Yes, I found the match! There are many ironies in eternal life, and sooner or later, we come face to face with them.
The French people can boast of their past, even long before the Bourbons came to rule, and find great satisfaction in their nation and take pride that they have remained a great nation for many years. In my mind, the Grand Siecle was the age that truly is the zenith of France, but it will return again someday at some future date to regain its authority in the world. It was an age of magnificence, splendor, and talent! Viva la Francais!
Tuesday, July 12, 2011
The All Star Game Parade
At noon, in downtown Phoenix, a short parade featured the players who would star in the game that brought thousands of visitors to a parched and thirsty for dollars community. Fans came from everywhere representing each team, and it was interesting to see how many would bother to show up for this noonday parade. Surprisingly it had a lot of fans who braved the heat and welcomed the incoming players.
I took the literail so that I would be able to be at Chase Field, and so I videotaped a few scenes of players waving to the crowd, and even giving out free goodies to the appreciative bystanders. The children loved to get as many as their mothers could hold for them. I noticed one woman who stood near me had a basketfull of goodies, baseballs, mostly, and another lady had a bag of tee shirts and memorbilia. I spent no money but took the bottles of free water that were made available to those of us who got off the train.
The most interesting thing is that at Fourth and Washington, at the trainstop is an energy experiment which actually cools down the area using both a cooling system, and a coolant shade. It was wonderful as it felt like a light breeze, and was very cool. I had to wait for the next train so I found this spot and I took advantage of it.
A young man who represented the company told me that there are 4 of them in use now, and perhaps someday may be all over town. That would be COOL!
I remembered all my days working at Little League games today, and enjoyed watching these little boys grown tall as they say, and decided to attend a senior day outing at the ballpark this month if I can get a ticket.
The game itself I watched at home. I left after the parade, went grocery shopping, and was happy to be back in the coolness of my apartment to watch the game. The ending was a surprise for me with the SF pitcher sporting his number and winning 5 to 1. That is very personal to me!
I took the literail so that I would be able to be at Chase Field, and so I videotaped a few scenes of players waving to the crowd, and even giving out free goodies to the appreciative bystanders. The children loved to get as many as their mothers could hold for them. I noticed one woman who stood near me had a basketfull of goodies, baseballs, mostly, and another lady had a bag of tee shirts and memorbilia. I spent no money but took the bottles of free water that were made available to those of us who got off the train.
The most interesting thing is that at Fourth and Washington, at the trainstop is an energy experiment which actually cools down the area using both a cooling system, and a coolant shade. It was wonderful as it felt like a light breeze, and was very cool. I had to wait for the next train so I found this spot and I took advantage of it.
A young man who represented the company told me that there are 4 of them in use now, and perhaps someday may be all over town. That would be COOL!
I remembered all my days working at Little League games today, and enjoyed watching these little boys grown tall as they say, and decided to attend a senior day outing at the ballpark this month if I can get a ticket.
The game itself I watched at home. I left after the parade, went grocery shopping, and was happy to be back in the coolness of my apartment to watch the game. The ending was a surprise for me with the SF pitcher sporting his number and winning 5 to 1. That is very personal to me!
Sunday, July 10, 2011
Two Royal Weddings
William and Kate,
Albert and Charlene,
One is a princess,
the other will be queen.
It may be senseless!
Monaco,though small,
very rich,
England, though small,
very poor,
Can anyone say more?
Two royal weddings
to celebrate
Never too late
A king may be born,
though old and worn,
traditions we keep,
so nations can sleep.
To England and Monaco,
a toast we give,
Royals will come and go,
while commoners live!
Albert and Charlene,
One is a princess,
the other will be queen.
It may be senseless!
Monaco,though small,
very rich,
England, though small,
very poor,
Can anyone say more?
Two royal weddings
to celebrate
Never too late
A king may be born,
though old and worn,
traditions we keep,
so nations can sleep.
To England and Monaco,
a toast we give,
Royals will come and go,
while commoners live!
Arizona Heat
For once tonight, it has cooled down. A high wind is blowing through and we may even have had a few spatters of raindrops but nothing that has developed into anything worth mentioning.
The trolley broke down today at Montecito and Miller and so we had to wait to get another one, which made us a half hour late. So I arrived home at about a quarter of six and it was hotter than blueblazes. Listening to the news I learned that it had cooled down so I took Alexander outside to walk as he has been cooped up here without any outside time. It had cooled down so we walked a short distance, a sharp wind soared through, and then I felt raindrops, and decided to come in and clear my patio so that if rain fell, my plants and chairs would not get too much excess. Fat chance! No such luck probably.
I have been having a rough time this past week, as the heat has really gotten to me. I can only go out once a day as I get so worn out that I can't do anything after time spent walking in the hot sun. It simply drains me too much. So I was certainly happy to feel cool winds tonight.
. I've come a long way...
The trolley broke down today at Montecito and Miller and so we had to wait to get another one, which made us a half hour late. So I arrived home at about a quarter of six and it was hotter than blueblazes. Listening to the news I learned that it had cooled down so I took Alexander outside to walk as he has been cooped up here without any outside time. It had cooled down so we walked a short distance, a sharp wind soared through, and then I felt raindrops, and decided to come in and clear my patio so that if rain fell, my plants and chairs would not get too much excess. Fat chance! No such luck probably.
I have been having a rough time this past week, as the heat has really gotten to me. I can only go out once a day as I get so worn out that I can't do anything after time spent walking in the hot sun. It simply drains me too much. So I was certainly happy to feel cool winds tonight.
. I've come a long way...
Friday, July 8, 2011
Betty Ford dies at age 93
I remember very well when Jerry Ford was sworn in as President of the United States. It is with great sorrow and respect for the First Lady that I make a few remarks about her now.
She became famous for her Betty Ford Center in Southern California which was built to help those individuals who need rehabilitation and assistance for drug addiction, alcohol, or other substance abuse related problems. I am sure that other causes for admission to this center are varied and many, but those are the most obvious. It surprised me when she came out and admitted to her having a problem with alcohol, a problem quite common amongst politicians wives, and other famous stars and spouses. Elizabeth Taylor probably is the most famous person who used the Betty Ford clinic to overcome a problem and met her future husband, Larry, there.
I just read that she has passed away at age 93, a few days after seeing Nancy Reagan celebrate her 90th birthday. I also learned that Betty's birthday was April 8, which touched me a bit, as it was on that day in 1976 that I bought my pet yorkshire terrier in Clearwater, Florida. I have a special place in my heart for the date alone as it was Good Friday then.
The Ford family became quite famous while Jerry was in office. Before that, he had been only a representative from Grand Rapids, Michigan, and little was known about him. For some reason Richard Nixon chose him to succeed him in office, knowing well that one day he would be called to serve the nation after he resigned.
I myself went to the White House during the Ford administration, and got in through friends of my mother and her ABWA group. I learned a few things there from another girl by the name of Ford, a girl who acted as a secretary to former President Nixon.
She is who took me into the old Executive part of the White House where I learned who is who amongst the office staff of secretaries.
An inside look at politics from within is not very pretty to see. I did learn though that Nixon was well liked by his staff, and all of them were sad to have him be forced out as he had been, so that Jerry Ford's entry was not necessarily a welcome one to most of them.
However, be as it may, Nixon and Ford played political hardball, and in the end, the Democrats took advantage of it to win the White House back but to lose it to Ronald and Nancy Reagan. American does not know quite how to elect presidents it seems.
We are on a seesaw of dem/rep but Betty Ford managed to change Watergate into a positive power for her way of drawing attention to her needs and problems instead of dwelling on the rascally Republicans in Watergate.
God bless her. May Americans learn soon how to elect the right people to office so that the likes of Jerry and Betty Ford will never have to happen again!
She became famous for her Betty Ford Center in Southern California which was built to help those individuals who need rehabilitation and assistance for drug addiction, alcohol, or other substance abuse related problems. I am sure that other causes for admission to this center are varied and many, but those are the most obvious. It surprised me when she came out and admitted to her having a problem with alcohol, a problem quite common amongst politicians wives, and other famous stars and spouses. Elizabeth Taylor probably is the most famous person who used the Betty Ford clinic to overcome a problem and met her future husband, Larry, there.
I just read that she has passed away at age 93, a few days after seeing Nancy Reagan celebrate her 90th birthday. I also learned that Betty's birthday was April 8, which touched me a bit, as it was on that day in 1976 that I bought my pet yorkshire terrier in Clearwater, Florida. I have a special place in my heart for the date alone as it was Good Friday then.
The Ford family became quite famous while Jerry was in office. Before that, he had been only a representative from Grand Rapids, Michigan, and little was known about him. For some reason Richard Nixon chose him to succeed him in office, knowing well that one day he would be called to serve the nation after he resigned.
I myself went to the White House during the Ford administration, and got in through friends of my mother and her ABWA group. I learned a few things there from another girl by the name of Ford, a girl who acted as a secretary to former President Nixon.
She is who took me into the old Executive part of the White House where I learned who is who amongst the office staff of secretaries.
An inside look at politics from within is not very pretty to see. I did learn though that Nixon was well liked by his staff, and all of them were sad to have him be forced out as he had been, so that Jerry Ford's entry was not necessarily a welcome one to most of them.
However, be as it may, Nixon and Ford played political hardball, and in the end, the Democrats took advantage of it to win the White House back but to lose it to Ronald and Nancy Reagan. American does not know quite how to elect presidents it seems.
We are on a seesaw of dem/rep but Betty Ford managed to change Watergate into a positive power for her way of drawing attention to her needs and problems instead of dwelling on the rascally Republicans in Watergate.
God bless her. May Americans learn soon how to elect the right people to office so that the likes of Jerry and Betty Ford will never have to happen again!
Wednesday, July 6, 2011
Fireworks Fourth of July
At the very last minute, I got a phone call asking me to go to Tempe to see the fireworks, so I said sure, and trotted my fanny down to Tempe with my friend. For the sake of privacy I will not divulge the name of this person...(I have my reasons).
So I found myself at last inside the gates of the ongoing Fourth of July party being held at Tempe annually. I enjoyed it, got a free whole apple pie to take home, and watched an inspiring and entertaining fireworks display! Nothing like the ones I celebrated as a child in Ohio, but nonetheless, long, loud, and colorful. What can you say about fireworks except that they are brilliant in the sky at night!
Now I would love to see the displays in Boston, NYC, and Washington, DC in person too for really the best way is live and at the site...T.V. can never do them justice!
The young mostly gather there and the parking was through a parking garage...my friend has nerve the likes of which nobody anywhere can match! This friend never ceases to amaze me even though at times we get annoyed with one another, we always seem to work it out. I am not sure if I am bringing out the best or the worst in this person and that is why I don't want to divulge the identity. If anyone can get things done, this person can and proves it to me every time...Together we have the luck of the Irish. Imagine finding a parking spot on level one when everything is filled, and the guides are directing everyone to go up to higher levels. Friend says oh I think my parking spot is still open...I spotted the place that was open and we were lucky and took it! Magic! You bet! We were lucky, and friend was gutsy, and I kept my eyes open and found it!
Pure Magic...Story gets stranger, but I will let it rest. That is all for now.
So I found myself at last inside the gates of the ongoing Fourth of July party being held at Tempe annually. I enjoyed it, got a free whole apple pie to take home, and watched an inspiring and entertaining fireworks display! Nothing like the ones I celebrated as a child in Ohio, but nonetheless, long, loud, and colorful. What can you say about fireworks except that they are brilliant in the sky at night!
Now I would love to see the displays in Boston, NYC, and Washington, DC in person too for really the best way is live and at the site...T.V. can never do them justice!
The young mostly gather there and the parking was through a parking garage...my friend has nerve the likes of which nobody anywhere can match! This friend never ceases to amaze me even though at times we get annoyed with one another, we always seem to work it out. I am not sure if I am bringing out the best or the worst in this person and that is why I don't want to divulge the identity. If anyone can get things done, this person can and proves it to me every time...Together we have the luck of the Irish. Imagine finding a parking spot on level one when everything is filled, and the guides are directing everyone to go up to higher levels. Friend says oh I think my parking spot is still open...I spotted the place that was open and we were lucky and took it! Magic! You bet! We were lucky, and friend was gutsy, and I kept my eyes open and found it!
Pure Magic...Story gets stranger, but I will let it rest. That is all for now.
Sunday, July 3, 2011
Fourth of July celebrations
Today is the fourth of July and I can hear all the fireworks going off outside. I love to see and hear fireworks, but they do not change much over time. If they are going off now, what will happen tomorrow night? I have no idea, but we have fireworks almost every night around here.
They are even selling home fireworks in the stores but they are allowed only in three cities. Would I buy fireworks to have to go to another city to use them? Heck, NO!
I had to take back a watermelon and two cantaloupe to Basha's tonight after I found that the watermelon was only pink, not ripe, not sweet, and the cantaloupe were hard and not fully ripe yet either...but they put it back on my debit card...annoyed me no end...I was all set to have a good piece of melon. To me, that is what the fourth of July is about...watermelon, picnics, and fireworks!
I told her that last week's melon was so good I was bragging about it but this was dreadful. This was from Tolleson, AZ, but the previous week's was from Mexico.
What does that tell you? Mexicans grow and harvest better melons than Arizonans do.
I may have to go to the flea market to see what the Mexicans are selling there. Usually their produce is pretty darn good and very cheap!
So while we Americans may celebrate the holiday, sometimes we do not live up to our overhyped belief of how good we really are. I don't think that this is the time to find that we are really failing in our causes!
Anyway, tomorrow is a great national holiday! Celebrating America's independence from the crown of England is the why of the holiday! And all the while we are now watching Kate and William tie the knot and Albert and Charlene follow suit in Monaco. Strange people we have in this world...commoners who are fascinated with fairy tales!
Then we turn around and toast to our nation's birth! Is this a crazy world or what?
They are even selling home fireworks in the stores but they are allowed only in three cities. Would I buy fireworks to have to go to another city to use them? Heck, NO!
I had to take back a watermelon and two cantaloupe to Basha's tonight after I found that the watermelon was only pink, not ripe, not sweet, and the cantaloupe were hard and not fully ripe yet either...but they put it back on my debit card...annoyed me no end...I was all set to have a good piece of melon. To me, that is what the fourth of July is about...watermelon, picnics, and fireworks!
I told her that last week's melon was so good I was bragging about it but this was dreadful. This was from Tolleson, AZ, but the previous week's was from Mexico.
What does that tell you? Mexicans grow and harvest better melons than Arizonans do.
I may have to go to the flea market to see what the Mexicans are selling there. Usually their produce is pretty darn good and very cheap!
So while we Americans may celebrate the holiday, sometimes we do not live up to our overhyped belief of how good we really are. I don't think that this is the time to find that we are really failing in our causes!
Anyway, tomorrow is a great national holiday! Celebrating America's independence from the crown of England is the why of the holiday! And all the while we are now watching Kate and William tie the knot and Albert and Charlene follow suit in Monaco. Strange people we have in this world...commoners who are fascinated with fairy tales!
Then we turn around and toast to our nation's birth! Is this a crazy world or what?
Valley Forge by David Garland
Because this blog is a bit of a continuation of MyDearDiary, I still tend to write as I did there. When I create a new blog, I will definitely make it different, and write it so that it could be published as a book.
I have had strange experiences in my life for a long time. I finally today realized something about the unusual incident with the toilet seat as I watched my cat study the water going down when I flushed it. He always puts his paws on the seat to peer down and it dawned on me that he could not have gone near it for that litter to have remained there.
It was undisturbed. I heard him early this morning playing on the invert table and again playing beneath my bedding, so that I know he is nocturnal. The incident with the litter could only have happened between the hours of 5am and 10 pm so that whether he saw anything or not I could never know. But because he likes to watch the water flow down the toilet he often takes his paws and puts them on the rim of the seat. So obviously, for all that litter to have remained there means he did not touch it at all.
I did think to myself, what? do they think I am a cat? Then it finally dawned on me this morning that it is telling me that I am Alexander, and then I remembered Alexander being talked out of his remorse and grief over killing Kleitus to snap out of it and that came in loud and clear to me, to snap out of this, get up and get going.
I have been writing Alexander chapters in my mind, and they are fascinating, but again, they border on stories of real life that I personally dislike even though true and natural, and then think better of writing them. And I will give a for example here so that any reader will understand what I am saying.
People are always jealous of one another. So I had some ideas of some of the young boys who may envy Alexander a bit talking to one another.
"Yeah, I know Alexander is a prince, and he is Philip's son, but why is that he always wins every race we ever run?" complained ******* to *******.
"You think that is bad...He knows every word of the prologue to Ajax by heart." continued ********
"uh, huh, and he does criticize Philip, his father, a lot too!" muttered *******
"Yeah, but he works harder than any of the rest of us, and has to prove how good he is more than we do," protested one supporter, ********.
"Well, I like him, but I get tired of his always coming in first and best all the time, don't you?" complained *******again.
"Would you want to trade places with him?,' challenged ******. I admit he is better than I am at many things, but he is fair to me."
Agh, You're nothing but a kissass!, snarled *****
Oh yeah, do you think that you are so hot?" retorted ******.
ETCETCETC
I have had strange experiences in my life for a long time. I finally today realized something about the unusual incident with the toilet seat as I watched my cat study the water going down when I flushed it. He always puts his paws on the seat to peer down and it dawned on me that he could not have gone near it for that litter to have remained there.
It was undisturbed. I heard him early this morning playing on the invert table and again playing beneath my bedding, so that I know he is nocturnal. The incident with the litter could only have happened between the hours of 5am and 10 pm so that whether he saw anything or not I could never know. But because he likes to watch the water flow down the toilet he often takes his paws and puts them on the rim of the seat. So obviously, for all that litter to have remained there means he did not touch it at all.
I did think to myself, what? do they think I am a cat? Then it finally dawned on me this morning that it is telling me that I am Alexander, and then I remembered Alexander being talked out of his remorse and grief over killing Kleitus to snap out of it and that came in loud and clear to me, to snap out of this, get up and get going.
I have been writing Alexander chapters in my mind, and they are fascinating, but again, they border on stories of real life that I personally dislike even though true and natural, and then think better of writing them. And I will give a for example here so that any reader will understand what I am saying.
People are always jealous of one another. So I had some ideas of some of the young boys who may envy Alexander a bit talking to one another.
"Yeah, I know Alexander is a prince, and he is Philip's son, but why is that he always wins every race we ever run?" complained ******* to *******.
"You think that is bad...He knows every word of the prologue to Ajax by heart." continued ********
"uh, huh, and he does criticize Philip, his father, a lot too!" muttered *******
"Yeah, but he works harder than any of the rest of us, and has to prove how good he is more than we do," protested one supporter, ********.
"Well, I like him, but I get tired of his always coming in first and best all the time, don't you?" complained *******again.
"Would you want to trade places with him?,' challenged ******. I admit he is better than I am at many things, but he is fair to me."
Agh, You're nothing but a kissass!, snarled *****
Oh yeah, do you think that you are so hot?" retorted ******.
ETCETCETC
Dreams, Fantasies, and Realities
July 2 was UFO day, and I had seen a movie about rats in Paris called Ratatouille, which was on dvd. A secondary movie in it was about a UFO that controlled events inside a house. It was a comedy, a cartoon type film that did hit home with me. So that is why yesterday I used UFO day to relate the incidents in my apartment this past month that have caused me to shake my head in wonder. While I will not recount these here, as they are too extraordinary, and while I did yesterday, I changed my mind after dreaming about my pet dog Clancey who was with me for many years in the past. He would always lie up against my back in the bed at night which gave me great comfort, and so this morning I had the sensation of his being in bed with me again, up against my back. I think that maybe I may be getting a hint of why the events that are happening in the toilet area may be happening as I write this. Last time I saw Clancey after death was in the bathroom.
So on that note, I will close, and ponder this thought for awhile. All these events are quite disconcerting to me.
So on that note, I will close, and ponder this thought for awhile. All these events are quite disconcerting to me.
Saturday, July 2, 2011
Is a use of a word reason for suspension?
I don't think that the word Dick is reason for suspension. Sounds like a publicity stunt to me.
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