Saturday, February 20, 2021

Texas Blizzard February 2021




Some of you readers might recall the panic buying when the wave of COVID hit the world in Feb - March 2020.
Specifically?
TOILET PAPER!
Feeling very smug as I sat on my throne aka my bidet, I still had at least a years worth of toilet paper from my "pre bidet" life. 

Why, you might wonder, would an American buy a bidet?

The answer is that when a friend & I went to Hawai'i in 2018, we were very nice to the desk clerk when we checked in at The Moana Surf Rider Hotel in Waikiki. 




The computers were down, checking in & making room keys wasn't possible. The desk clerk was doing his best with cranky, tired travelers who were quite mean to him. He was calm, polite, I saw the fear in his eyes when my friend & I stepped up for him to write our names as being checked in.

My heart went out to the clerk. I decided to be as sweet as a summer Georgia peach to him. Maybe, compensate a little for the abuse he had suffered from the other people.

I could almost hear his sigh of relief when I smiled at him, said,
"Don't worry! I'm a nice haole." 
He smiled.
Haole is the term for a Caucasian or white person. I had lived in Hawai'i for a total of 7 years. Many Caucasian people, tourists in particular, could be quite rude to the locals. Many would believe the locals were stupid simply because they spoke a dialect of English, that is unique to Hawai'i. It's called "Pidgin English". I spoke it, too!
The desk clerk was so nice to me & my friend right back with vouchers & gift cards for food, drinks, Uber, merchandise.
The best part?
He upgraded our room. We were just 1 floor below the penthouse.
The best part about the room?
A very nice, new, bidet!
It had been a long time since I had used a bidet. The last time I had used one was a long minute ago.
Whilst being based at Ramstein AB, Kaiserslautern, Germany. The last time using a bidet, prior to  Hawai'i, I had taken my 2 eldest daughters to Paris, France, for a long weekend. It was on this trip that I got my nickname:
Madame WOW
I had told my 2 girls that the rules for the trip was that there were no rules! They had chosen the candy & snacks for the long 5 hour tour bus ride. 

By the time we got to our hotel, they were so excited, sugared up, giggly, totally adorable! 

I let them figure the bidet out on their own.
The bidet was a built in type. Possibly, the one in Hawai'i was, as well. Whatever it was, it was nice, stimulating, even.
It caused me to decide that when I got home to Texas, I was going to buy a bidet. 
So, I did! 
Soon after I had bought the bidet, the toilet paper crises hit my town.

Since the stores were getting cleaned out, it seemed like a good time to rotate my food storage. I started mostly preparing food that I had stored away. A years worth of whatever I might need plus, a little extra to share if someone else needed it. That's who I am.

I work from home, mostly. A fast, strong internet connection is crucial for me to get my work done. 14 - 20 hours straight, is common.
I had a few days of a break in the workload. On February 13, I decided to super-clean my fridge. My workload has been steadily very heavy for a little over 1 year. My fridge had suffered.
I took nearly everything out of it, tossed everything except 1 dozen raw eggs. I figured, I'd go to the grocers on Monday, to re-stock.
My supervisor called me, asked me if I could just do *ONE* job that was crucial to their project. It was going to pay well, so I accepted it.

The document I had agreed to translate/interpret was bigger than I had anticipated, with a deadline of Feb 15, 0500. Usually, I talk with my youngest daughter on Sundays. She is a busy Engineer, so, I appreciate it that she makes the time so we can stay connected.
After our conversation, I took a nap, then woke up, set up food, water, whatever I would need while I worked.

When I start a document I don't stop until it's done. No bathroom breaks, no getting up, just keep going until it's done. Sitting on a balance ball chair helps. This effort could be 14 - 20 hours or more, depending upon how many pages it is.
It could be in the French language, German, Italian & rarely Spanish. My favorite is French, with Italian being the most taxing on me.
Still, I do it. 
Baby likes her shoes. Ha ha!
The translation went smoothly, the supervisor sent a reply back, which also went smoothly.
I was feeling VERY pleased with myself when it was all done & dusted by Monday @ 0200. Three hours ahead of the deadline!!!!!

Maybe, I was a bit too pleased with myself! Speaking out loud, I was giving myself the atta girl talk over & over!
"I'm too sexy for my work, too sexy for my work."
"Dang Brenda, you so fine, you beat the deadline"
"PCH, why yes, I will accept the $10,000,000,000."

A way I use to wind down is to do fine, detailed needlework. After I got ready for bed, a warm shower, face massage etc, I settled in my bed with a gorgeous piece I'm stitching for a guy whom I am trading my needlework with for his painting skills. It has been coming along beautifully! As I worked on the design, I felt myself relax. Soon after that, everything went dark. 0237 to be exact.
Everything. 
Cell signal was even gone.
Looking outside, up & down the street, everything was pitch dark.

As one who can stay calm, I decided to go to sleep, to see if it would all be restored by the time I woke the next day.
It wasn't.
First thought?
Check on my neighbors.
It was the same with them.
I later found out that 90% of the town was the same. In addition to no electricity, internet, cell service or water? 
Only those with gas heat, had heat.
The one thing I did have was gas heat. Also, I keep an emergency item that has to be wound up to power 2 detachable lights plus a radio. Also one very bright, battery operated lantern.
It was then that I realized that the only food I had, was food that had to be cooked. 
One dozen raw eggs.
I picked a bad time to super clean my fridge!
Having done as much as a 6 day fast before, it seemed like a good time to fast for however long the outage lasted. The only problem was that I didn't have water. 
I drove to my regular gym, which had power, bought 2 bottles of water (honor system). After finding that I had a cell signal, I checked things out online, on my phone. It was worse than I thought.
Everything was dark.
Every place was closed.
The whole town, pop. 8,612, was brought to a dark standstill.

When Walmart & McDonalds close, it's really bad.

The outages continued.

Since I had rotated my food storage, super cleaned my fridge, I had exactly 1 dozen raw eggs. That was all the food I had.
(I'm aware that this is redundant)

* Note to self ~ Begin to rebuild food storage.

By Tuesday, I had steady cell service. I posted online, on social media, to let people know that I was okay. Burdening people with worry about me is something I avoid when possible. There's enough to be worried about in the world, as long as I'm doing okay, it's better to refrain from contributing to the worry in the world.

I live alone. Single & celibate by choice. I am all that I have in the world. It's less than ideal. However, as the author of "Loving What Is" - Byron Katie, teaches, I accept it.

A dear friend whom I have known since childhood, called from Ohio, to check on me. Another lifelong friend in Maryland called to check on me. My sister in the UP Michigan called to check on me.
It was nice to know that at least 3 people in the world cared enough to call to check on me.

Other than that?

I am on my own.

Flying solo, like Ladyhawk.

I was feeling a bit hungry, had no water. I went to my neighbor who is also my landlady. She made something small to eat (she has a gas stove) gave me some bottles of water.

Now, I have a more personal understanding as to why stray animals keep going back when someone gives them food & water.

After we had finished eating, the power came back on.
I felt it was better to go to bed early. Going through my nightly self care practice, felt good. Brushing & flossing my teeth. Rinsing my face (I stopped using cleanser or soap on my face many years ago). Massaging night cream into my face/neck/chest & backs of hands.
The water was ice cold, thus, no pre bedtime shower.

I heard the power click off then on throughout the night. By Friday, Feb 20, the power was on, steady. The water barely trickled out of faucets, the pressure was very low while still steadily gaining pressure as the hours went by.

My neighbor had given me a bit of food to last until the grocers re-opened.

It's a bit funny, to think, just last Saturday, I was diligently cleaning my fridge, feeling happy at how nice it looked! Ha ha.

Today, Saturday, 2/20/2021, I was in a house cleaning mood. I started by clearing off surfaces, de-cluttering. As I opened the storage room in the back of the house, to get boxes to donate things I could get rid of, I was greeted with a spray of bitterly cold water on my face! 
A pipe had burst.
If the storage room did not angle downward, away from the house, I would have had at least 3" of water leaking into my house.



                                        Saved by an angle
This too, shall pass.

Friday, February 12, 2021

Single Shaming

 


All over the world, there are many kind hearted people. Many people who are compassionate, very kind whilst keeping healthy boundaries.
Then?
There are the other kind with a myriad of degrees of nice, mean, etc. Many facets exist within most people. The anonymity of the internet can bring out the kindness of many people. It can also bring out the other.
Uh oh.

There are as many facets of shaming as there are people, possibly even more.
Uh oh x 2.

The internet can bring out the worst aspects of humans under the protection of anonymity. 

Tonight, there was a very shady individual who was clearly violating the rules on the page, trying to peddle wares that were not as they were claiming them to be. Many people were commenting, coming down hard on the scammer. 
It must have been my lucky night! 
The scammer singled me out for a verbal attack. They stalked me on my FB page to find something to use against me. Too bad he wasn't looking for needlework patterns, he would have been in needlework heaven! There was nothing else they could use. Possibly the scammer was one of very little brain. The best shot the scammer had was to single shame me.
Mm Hm.
I busted up laughing at such a weak approach. 
The scammer stated that the reason I'm single is very clear.
Is this 1621 or 2021?

As of 1960, women were no longer considered property of their fathers or their husbands or even their son. If their dear papa was deceased & they were unmarried, they were the property of their male next of kin.
Women can now vote, own property, drive a motor vehicle, work in a job or career of their own choosing. In present day women can choose whom they marry or not marry at all. 
The same privileges males have enjoyed for centuries.

How could I even think I could exist with no racing stripes to wash out of someone else's underwear. Did I really believe that I could be happy without someone to tell me how to spend my own hard earned cash & expect me to clean the house, cook the meals & hippity hop into bed at his command???? Could I actually be happy without all of that?
Hellz to the yeah, I am!
So, the scammer probably had some holdover anger left in DNA with the anger of having lost the place of ownership over females.

Since divorcing more than a decade ago, I find that I am happier. Also more productive, have much less anxiety, decreased depression, remaining single & celibate.
I have had four marriage proposals since the divorce, I choose to remain unmarried. Unfettered by the energy plus demands that it takes to be in a married, committed relationship. Some people would be ballsy enough to ask, 
"What about sex?"
That, alone, has it's own complications, risks, difficulties that I would much rather live without. This is why I choose to be single & celibate.
Not that it's anyone's business except my own. I feel more peaceful since I stopped dating at all. Putting my time plus my energy into more productive, gratifying activities which benefit me greatly.

Most people are afraid to be alone. Afraid to be single, live alone, to face their own highs plus lows in life on their own.
I get it. Truly, dear readers, I understand.




When the scammer verbally attacked me, it said more about them than it did about me. It told me that the scammer had stalker tendencies to go into my Facebook page looking for something they thought would hurt or offend me.

All the stalker/scammer found was that I'm single.

Wow! The shame of being a person who is strong enough to stand on their own. A person who knows what they bring to the table, therefore, perfectly fine with sitting alone vs settling so they can have someone, anyone who will have them. Screenshotting the posts for a time when I want a really good laugh, storing them in my hard drive.

In truth, it's a more enjoyable, more peaceful existence. Quite enjoying my own company is preferable when I have experienced who is out there in the world. 
Married people acting as if they are single, single males who practically demand sex, narcissists who look for people to provide narcissistic supply for them. People who have low integrity to no integrity in the insidious practice of ghosting.
Plenty of fish, most are sharks, barracudas, piranhas. The rest are mostly emotionally damaged, insecure, immature. Many are incapable of knowing how to handle a strong, free spirited woman. I'm sure there are a few secure, emotionally mature, evolved into real men, out there, very few.

Second Chances




The moment they met was magic
They both felt it inside
Until it all became tragic
As the space between them grew wide
A year together then decades apart
Decades spent dreaming
Of a balm for a sad heart
No one could fill that hollow
The space left was so bittersweet
With the pain that would follow
Recalling words said in repeat
Life is meant for the living
So it is often said
Meant for taking or giving
As we earn our daily bread
But what of the broken hearted
Who must go on living with pains
Tasted heaven before being discarded
What is left of a scarred soul remains
The tender ones will have to learn
To forget as they learn to self heal
On their own with silent weeping
For want of that which seemed so real
Slipped away from the keeping
The moment they found each other anew
Time had passed still there was no doubt
Soul mates they were, these two
Sometimes second chances work out

Monday, February 1, 2021

Kintsugi




It's too late to say how much I love you
It's too late to tell you how I truly feel
It's too late to show a heart that's true
It's too late to talk over an evening meal
It's been too much time in this long day
It's been so tiring that my head aches
It's been too long for the words I didn't say
It's been such agony with the toll that it takes
It's been many times watching you drive away
It's the remnants of such a pensive smile
It's one that I wished would return to stay
It's been etched in my thoughts for a long while
It's all of this that weighs heavy on a girls heart
It's the stuff that keeps her awake many nights
It's enough to tear her raw passion apart
It's also what takes her love to such heights
It's best to keep this all safely locked away
It's best to keep all of this safely locked inside
It's going to be bottled up until the right day
It's better to protect my heart than it is to confide





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