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The least of them
Ever notice how it’s always the least supreme whites who are into white supremacy? #SundayThoughts
— Mrs. Betty Bowers (@BettyBowers) August 11, 2019
July 31, 2019
What I do in the morning. A question asked by Ron
Hello Everyone. Nice to see you all today. I had my shots this morning and stopped at the store and brought some stuff home, finally got my lunch and now want to answer a question Ron asked me this morning.
On nights he doesn’t work Ron likes to sleep in until 8 or later. He is not like me as when I open my eyes, when I come to, I wake up. I am alert and ready. I guess it is from a childhood of abuse, you learn to sleep lightly, wake up fast, and be ready. Ron wakes slowly, fitfully, and takes time to kick into gear. This morning when I woke him Ron asked me what I did when I get up so early? Here is my normal morning.
I normally wake up between 3:30 and 5:00. Sometimes I wake earlier but stay in bed. What will keep me from going back to sleep or staying in bed is my pain levels. My hips, shoulders, and back become so sore I have to get up. Should I manage to sleep until around 4:30 Milo will start to act up to wake me. So normally I get up between 4 AM and 5 AM. I get walked from the bedroom to the kitchen by the cats. I stop long enough to start the coffee and then enter the office. I turn on the lights, get some paper plates out and add treaties to them and serve the cats. Only then can I sit at the desk.
I do my computer security and performance checks, then bring the video computer online. Tuesday through Saturday mornings I start out with news. Normally TYT’s prior nights shows. Then after all them, about 3 hours, I switch to Hardball , then Rachael Meadow, then All In with Chris Hayes, and finish with Lawrence O’Donnell. After that I switch over to YouTube. On YouTube I again have news sites, atheist sites, and science sites. ( including debunking sites of stupid stuff like the flat earth. ) On Saturday morning after TYT, I go to HBO Now and watch Bill Maher, then go to the MSNBC news sites, then YouTube. On Monday morning I first go to HBO Now and watch John Oliver’s news show, then the rest. That is the normal programing of my video computer.
Once I get the video’s started I bring the main blogging computer online. On the main computer I use for blogging I first start with with bringing up my blog and answering comments. I take great joy in the comments both on my blog and on other peoples blogs. After the comments are done I go get my first cup of coffee. By the end of the morning I will have drank the entire 12 cup pot. At this point I have two issues to deal with, starting my first post, and dealing with which ever cat that has jumped up on the desk to lay between me and the keyboard.
First I do my favorite first post of the morning post, editorial cartoons /memes. I have 51 sites I open up all at the same time. I first do the ones that will let me directly copy them to a post, then do the ones that I have to first send to twitter and then grab back from twitter. That takes time because I don’t just post every cartoon, I pick the ones that give a message or cause me to think. Ones I want to share. Then after that post I have to start going through the following websites looking for news. I will post the links in order. There are 24 now in this folder named “morning read”.
https://youknowyougrow.tumblr.com/
https://truth-has-a-liberal-bias.tumblr.com/
https://cthulhulovesewe.tumblr.com/
https://reagan-was-a-horrible-president.tumblr.com/
https://saywhat-politics.tumblr.com/
https://www.liberal-memes.com/
https://makingdonalddrumpfagain.tumblr.com/
https://millennial-review.tumblr.com/
https://friendlyatheist.patheos.com/
https://religion-is-a-mental-illness.tumblr.com/
http://www.davegranlund.com/cartoons/
https://cat-memes-only.tumblr.com/
https://www.patheos.com/blogs/tippling/
https://www.patheos.com/blogs/foxyfolklorist/
https://www.patheos.com/blogs/nosacredcows/
https://www.patheos.com/blogs/progressivesecularhumanist/
https://www.patheos.com/blogs/crossexamined/
https://www.patheos.com/blogs/thefreethinker/
https://www.patheos.com/blogs/godlessmom/
https://www.reddit.com/r/todayilearned/
https://tumblr.tastefullyoffensive.com/
https://fuckyeahreligionpigeon.tumblr.com/
Now if Ron has worked that night I need to stop around 6:30 and go get my shower. Ron gets home around 8 AM and I spend some time with him before he goes to bed. If he has not worked that night I keep going until about 8 AM and then go wake him.
By now my last news blog has began posting. That is https://www.joemygod.com/ . After I go through any thing I missed the day before I am ready to start on email. I have to keep checking that site during the day as like me Joe posts all day long.
On days I have medical appointments I try to make them for the mornings. It is the time I am in the least pain. So I am often late getting through the end of the morning stuff above. However as soon as I finish the above I start going through Email. I get notifications of new posts and comments on those post of people I follow ( and I follow a lot of blogs ) by my email. I get far more emails than I can ever keep up with, but I start with the most recent and work my way back in time. I go to the blog on the email, read the post, comment if I have something worth adding, read and like /respond to others comments, and move to the next email. As most of you understand I never get to everyone. If it is a bad pain day for me and I have had to go lay down several times I really don’t get many blogs read or answered. I do value each blog I subscribe to and I have learned so much from each one, but there is never enough time. By now it is normally late in my day. If Ron works I make him a cup of coffee and get him up at 5 PM. I am normally very tired and sore by 6 PM and I go to bed between 7 and 8 PM. I try to stay up until 9 or 9:30 but it almost never happens.
So my wonderful readers that is most of my days. I take most of my meals at my desk as it is the place most comfortable for me. I left out the few domestic chores I am capable of most of the time like cleaning the cat box, feeding and watering the cats. I do cook once in a while when I can and I make all our breads. I help Ron with the laundry, which is really my chore but he hates to see me struggling with it and always manages to help me. I am glad I get to share my day with all of you. I welcome any thoughts you have on my daily routine. Hugs
July 18, 2019
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June 22, 2019
Milo on my sweatshirt
I have extremely sensitive skin so even air blowing on my skin causes me pain. I wear long sleeve shirts and long pants no matter the temperature. I keep a sweatshirt in my office in case the A/c or over head fan starts to cause me pain even through a long shirt. I had was wearing this one and when I took it off I threw it on to a box next to my desk. Milo jumped off my desk and on to the box and got comfortable. Hugs
June 18, 2019
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American Madness Journal
I really enjoy this blog. A few times a week the author hits the news with an informative humorous manner which lays bare the screw ups and hateful reasons of the tRump administration. Hugs
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April 12, 2019
The new fan
So one of the last things we needed for my new office was a dimmable light ceiling fan. The one that was here was an ugly palm leaf thing that wobbled and womped. So we found online a 54 inch modern looking fan with a dimmable light. It was very affordable at about $120 dollars. So this morning while I was at my doctors, Ron took down the Palm leaf fan and put up the new one. However the dimmable part did not work. On reading the instructions, something he failed to do, I discovered the bulbs they sent with the fan are not dimmable and you need to buy different bulbs. He rushed out to his favorite store, Home Depot or any hardware home improvement do it yourself store , and got new bulbs. I love it. The fan is super quiet so I can do videos, the lighting is variable as I wish, and the fan has three speeds each way. So here are the pictures. Hugs
Reba McEntire – Fancy
Now for a more uplifting depressing song. Hugs
“Fancy”
I remember it all very well lookin’ back
It was the summer I turned eighteen
We lived in a one-room, run-down shack
On the outskirts of New Orleans
We didn’t have money for food or rent
To say the least we were hard-pressed
Then Mama spent every last penny we had
To buy me a dancin’ dress
It was the summer I turned eighteen
We lived in a one-room, run-down shack
On the outskirts of New Orleans
We didn’t have money for food or rent
To say the least we were hard-pressed
Then Mama spent every last penny we had
To buy me a dancin’ dress
Mama washed and combed and curled my hair
And she painted my eyes and lips
Then I stepped into a satin dancin’ dress
That had a split on the side clean up to my hip
It was red velvet trim and it fit me good
Standin’ back from the lookin’ glass
There stood a woman where a half-grown kid had stood
She said, “Here’s your one chance, Fancy, don’t let me down.
Here’s your one chance, Fancy, don’t let me down.”
Mama dabbled a little bit of perfume on my neck then she kissed my cheek
And then I saw the tears wellin’ up in her troubled eyes as she started to speak
She looked at a pitiful shack
And then she looked at me and took a ragged breath
She said, “Your Pa’s runned off and I’m real sick,
And the baby’s gonna starve to death.”
She handed me a heart-shaped locket that said,
“To thine own self be true.”
And I shivered as I watched a roach crawl across
The toe of my high-heeled shoe
It sounded like somebody else that was talkin’
Askin’, “Mama, what do I do?”
She said, “Just be nice to the gentlemen, Fancy,
And they’ll be nice to you.”
She said, “Here’s your one chance, Fancy, don’t let me down.
Here’s your one chance, Fancy, don’t let me down.
Lord, forgive me for what I do,
But if you want out, well, it’s up to you
Now don’t let me down
Now your mama’s gonna move you uptown.”
Well, that was the last time I saw my Ma
The night I left that rickety shack
The welfare people came and took the baby
Mama died and I ain’t been back
But the wheels of fate had started to turn
And for me there was no way out
And it wasn’t very long ’til I knew exactly
What my Mama’d been talkin’ about
I knew what I had to do and I made myself this solemn vow
That I’s gonna be a lady someday
Though I didn’t know when or how
But I couldn’t see spending the rest of my life
With my head hung down in shame
You know I might have been born just plain white trash
But Fancy was my name
She said, “Here’s your one chance, Fancy, don’t let me down.”
She said, “Here’s your one chance, Fancy, don’t let me down.”
It wasn’t long after that benevolent man took me in off the street
And one week later I was pourin’ his tea in a five-room hotel suite
I charmed a king, a congressman and an occasional aristocrat
And then I got me a Georgia mansion and an elegant New York townhouse flat
And I ain’t done bad
Now in this world there’s a lot of self-righteous hypocrites
That would call me bad
They criticize Mama for turning me out
No matter how little we had
But though I ain’t had to worry ’bout nothin’ for nigh on fifteen years
Well, I can still hear the desperation in my poor Mama’s voice ringin’ in my ears
“Here’s your one chance, Fancy, don’t let me down.
Here’s your one chance, Fancy, don’t let me down.
Lord, forgive me for what I do
But if you want out well it’s up to you
Now don’t let me down
Now your Mama’s gonna move you uptown.”
Well, I guess she did
