Thursday, September 5, 2024

All's well

 All's well here.

It rained over an inch on Wednesday (didn't have to run sprinklers).

It is quiet.

Mowed front yard this morning.  Bought a new battery for mower.  It was an amazing new battery. 

Weed Et the front sidewalk.  Used the weed eater that I bought for my wife years back - battery powered.  it did a fairly good job but is made for shorter-than-me people.  Next time I will use my gas machine, known locally as the Terminator.  it is so much better; but, it weighs so much more.  I cannot weed eat the front and back in one day.  Maybe if I take some Geritol.

10 days till the wife turns 84.   I call it  83 and 11/12ths and 3/4ths.   There is a certain age that you list your age as 83 and a half.  83 and three quarters.  Sorta like when you were a kid and you were 2 1/2  not just 2.  

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I know why.  I'll ask anyway.  Why do charities keep sending me stuff.  I'm not rich.  I might send a couple of bucks to some place.  I cannot afford to support every charity that finds my name, which, of course, brings up the question.  How did they get my name?

I know how.  Let's suppose that I give $50 to charity A.  They turn around and sell their donor list to charity B.  Charity B sends me a dun. If I send money to  B, I won't have money to send to  A.  Isn't that how it works.  I suppose they are making more money off selling the list than I give them.  I suppose.

Years ago, a friend of mine taught band at Boys Ranch near Amarillo.  I was teaching and had a bit of cash.  So, at Christmas time, I sent a donation to Boys Ranch (near Amarillo).  Within 2 months I was getting requests from 5 different  groups like them.  There is a boys ranch in Nebraska, a girls thing in the Panhandle, an Indian group up in the Dakotas . . .  So, I quit sending to all of them.  Save my money.  

It would be nice to be able to support the whole World.  When I had monetary problems back in the 80s, nobody show up at my door to help out.  I just worked a little harder.  I don't spend my money on cigarettes and booze.  Nowadays, I do get some diet cokes though.

About 3 - maybe 4 - years ago, I sent $50 to Alzheimer's charity.  I have my reasons.  Immediately, I began to receive request for more.  Some days I would get 3 Alzheimers requests on the same day.  It was relentless.  Flood of mail.   After a spell I started keeping track of their requests.  Using regular postage rates, they soon spent more than $50 writing letters to me.  I don't get it.  Finally, I wrote them and explained why I was not sending them any more money - instead I was just going to give the $50 to the US post office and eliminated the middle man.

It didn't faze them.  The mail continues to this day.  Go figure.  Yesterday I got a grocery type bag from a group supporting some aspect of the military world.  That's nice.  I just don't have the extra cash to support everyone.

I use to pack up the Christmas cards - and other greeting cards - that came here.  Then, I would drop them off with my extra magazines at a certain home for old, poor people.  I was told they were thrilled to get them.  I don't know.  

nuff, see ya, m


Sunday, September 1, 2024

quickie

 paper reports that a NFL player just got a new contract and a raise.

His name is Dicker.

And he is their Kicker.

Paper said:   Kicker Dicker gets new contract.

I feel these things should be shared.


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don't miss the whine fest below.  It is worth missing.

Whine Fest

 No, I did not misspell WINE.  This is a "whine festival."  My 2nd choice for a title was:  "When will it all end?"  You may not have noticed in the past, sometimes it never quits.  Something will go wrong - agaon - then, before you recover, another thing will happen - And, it just seems to pile on and on and on.  Tis problematic ya know.   You will see that this writing will turn into a marathon.  Why?  Because it NEVER ENDS!!!!

You bump your toe.  You holler and which causes the dogs to bark.  The barking makes you jump (why, I don't know, it happens all the time) and you trip back falling over the lump in the floor (another dog?).  On the way down you grasp at the tablecloth pulling stuff off the dining room table.  On the table was a container of syrup.  You have to mop the floor.  A dog walks through the syrup...  Where does she walk?  It never seems to end... 

So, I think this is how it goes.

#I  ]   A while back the daughter came home from work with a tire going flat.  She has to have transportation to get to work 30 miles down the road.  We put an air compressor to work.  Poor solution apparently.  She takes off for Discount Tire in Temple to get it fixed "TONIGHT" instead of later.

#2 ]  The tire starts to go down when she is a couple of miles from the store.  She pulls over and calls me.  The wife is loaded in the Flex and we head that way with "Air and a Prayer."  

It is SOOOOO hot out.  105 maybe in the shade.  Daughter decides that she cannot wait for me to help change that tire in this heat, so she takes off driving on an almost flat tire.  Tire is flat when she arrives at the store.  And, (just perhaps) she might be driving on a rim.  I don't know.

#3 ]  I get to the "calling" place.  She is not there.  Text messages can be so wonderful.  I continue to Discount Tire.  Discount tire operates on appointments.  But, if you get into the store in time, the tire will be fixed before they close and go home.  They conned her into 4 new tires (probably needed for sure).  She had a few hour wait to be finished.  We went and ate Mexican food.

#4 ] got back to store as they finished.  We dumped her off & went home.  An hour or so later I gets this text that she has decided to stop & have oil changed at Ford House.  I rarely do anything at the car dealerships.  Oil changes seem fairly safe.  Wait.  The guy tells her she has several leaks.  Of course there is no oil on our driveway.  He talks her into having the truck checked over.   By the time they are through, they find enough stuff to repair that they quote over $9000.  Yes, $9000.  I tell her pay what you owe & leave.  That would be $175.  No oil changed yet.  She comes home.  I have heard of a local guy who has a shop in his back yard.  He has a day job & does this in spare time.  EVERYONE says nice things about him.  

#5 ] It takes 2 days to get the truck over there and have a discussion.  He has a couple of cars in front of ours.   Today, It has now been 3 weeks without the truck.  Ford house implied truck was going to catch on fire if driven much.  Fear mongers.  Thus, for past 3 weeks, my daughter has been driving my car to work.  I am without a car.  That's okay.  We have no place to go, & we do have my 2003 Mercury Marauder as a backup.  There is a problem.  The Air Cond has gone out on the Marauder.  It is now an emergency backup  only.  It is 105 degrees out.  This is all fine.  It is no problem.  I don't mind.  I have no place to go ---- yet.

#6 ] Later that same week, walking through the house, I noticed that I am sweating.    Check thermostat.  82 degrees in the house.  I can hear the AC running but not cooling.  It is a heat pump.  Big time people love heat pumps.  I'm not quite sure.

I call this local guy who has helped me before.  He can't help me and says, "Call David." I do.  David will be over as soon as he can.  He is in Burnet right now (well over 90 miles away me thinks).  

Just for you, I'm gonna summarize this as best as I can.  Yes, I could make it a lot longer.

Eventually, he shows.  Finds leak in coil.  Needs replacing.  Compressor has been making this 'Gawd Awful' noise for a year.  He gets new coil.  Then, he finds - and demonstrates - another leak in the compressor.  Things go down hill from here.

#7 ] We now have a new air cond system - outside as well as in the attic - It cost more than I should spend.  I trust David primarily because he was suggested by local friend. But, he is over-priced, I am sure.  But, we have a new system that should last 10-20 years.  This is money I'll never get back.   It took S I X full days before the system was fully operational.  Meanwhile we spent S I X full days ranging from 75 degrees to 87 degrees.  

It is over.  We move on.

#8 ] Daughter didn't work on that following Friday.  I walked by MY car and noted that the left tire was wearing.  Yes, I've hit a few curbs recently.  I know it is out of alignment; but I don't want to get it fix today.  She can drive that tire for another week.  No problem.  Research:  found a place who can do an alignment - no openings till next week.  Set the work up for the following Friday & ordered two new tires.

Sat. morning.  The three of us go to town.  shopping for food etc.  When we get home the dot spots a slash on the side of the tire.  The tire has a 3 inch gash on the sidewall.  You don't go anywhere with that type of problem.  Well, most folks don't.  She cannot drive that car to work.   I must do something now.  And

#9 ] Off to Discount Tire in Temple.  Will the tire make it?  Yep.  I arrive at 2:30.  They close about 5 ish.  Remember, must have appointment.  They projected I'd be out by 7:26.  roll your eyes.  

Long story short.  Finished.  Got 2 new tires up front.  following Friday, alignment at a different tire store & put 2 new tires on the back.    All of that was about $1300.  We do have 4 new tires, aligned.   It is over.

#10 ] Repair guy  gets ready to work on daughter's truck.  First of all his grandfather died.  Local, well-loved, I'd say a wonderful old gent.  Sad.  then, repair guy has to go out of town for his company for a few days.  Today, Sept. 1st, parts are ordered and work has begun.  

The three weeks that I wish I had missed.

Tomorrow, Labor Day, I shan't do any labor.

love ya, Mtz

Wednesday, August 14, 2024

I had a dream

I had a dream 2 nights ago.  Most dreams disappear, but this one stayed with me.

I retired from band directing 20 years ago.  It was good that I retired - - or they might have fired me -- or -- I might have hurt someone.  Y'never know.

But the dream.  As with most dreams, it jumped around and was confusing - didn't make real sense all the time.  I was in a school system with a middle school and a high school.  Apparently, I had an associate who taught middle school primarily...though that person never appeared in the dream.

It started with me walking from the H.S. to the M.S. on the 1st day of school.  Walking.  You know this has to be a dream.  I went into the MS bandroom - it was large.  no chairs or music stands.  but large.  In the center right of the room was a pond.  Yes, it was an indoor pond - not a swimming pool as such.  As I fumbled around with some younger students walking in,  another teacher brought his entire class to the band room to go swimming.  I tried to explain that I had a class in there.  Didn't seem to matter.

I left the room & students to walk to the principal's office.  I need to pick up all the mail from the summer that had accumulated.  No thought was given to the left behind students or swimming hole.  Walking around the building, I finally found a front door that had a staircase to the 2nd floor.  As you know, all principal offices must be on the 2nd floor.

I walked into the office.  Nobody was there.  Big cluttered office empty of personnel.  No reason.  I walked around a corner to the mail boxes.  There was no mail.  I left.  Into the hall looking for stairs to return to band room.  There were no stairs.  A door slid open  to an elevator with an elevator operator.  The elevator was about 1 1/2 ft deep.  No room...kept looking for stairs.

Suddenly, I am back to the H.S. walking into that bandroom.  Yep, no chairs or stands.  Just a big room.  Then I noticed that half of the room had couches (divans) and soft chairs, a nice carpet, recliners - lamps - it was the teacher's lounge set up in half of the band room.  Empty.  I marveled at how wrong this was. 

Then, wham, I was awake.  Clock said 6:30 a.m.  got out of bed.  did business.  shook my head.  went back to bed and slept.  No More Dreams.

So the dream was really about facilities and administrators who were messing with my facilities.  I suppose there is a message here.  I'll never figure it out after 20 years of retirement.

m   

Sunday, August 11, 2024

Anna Who?

 I have always liked to play with names.  That is ... I like to change a name around and call someone something other than the actual name given at birth.  Using someone's real name has always been difficult for me.  I've been known to call my wife Bertha, Bubba, Girl, Wilbur, y'know - anything that seems to come out of my mouth.  My wife has rarely seemed to be offended.

When I was teaching, I would give students a nickname sometimes.  One girl was called SideKick because she hung out with another girl alot.  Occasionally, I would hear other students use my different nicknames - don't think anyone was ever offended.  They knew names were used not as a bully might.  Form of Affection.  Had a girl who worked for Taco Bell -- We referred to her as our Taco Belle.  Play with it.

Had a boy student who like to be called Slick.  Why?   In my first teaching school, Sudan, a fellow teacher had a son he called Shotgun.  The parent said that everyone MUST call the boy Shotgun  (he was pre-school age).

We have a dog Sadie.  Sometimes she is called Sadie Mae   or  Sadie Lou.  You get the idea.

So my daughter's dog Anna. I called her Anna Conda today.  Don't know why.  It worked at the time.  Dog didn't care.  Gimme a cookie, I'll forgive anything.  This made me try to figure out a few more  for her.  List to follow:

Most use ANA instead of ANNA. There is Anna Belle of course (too easy).  Anna Purna,  [I might mention that spelling doesn't count here.]  Anatomy doesn't work because of you put the emphasis on the NAT   Uh-NATomy.  Anagram works.  Anaphyloxies - Anaesthetic - Salute to Calif Anaheim -,  Anagoric ??  Analyze is good.   Anastasia and Anamorphic.

My favorite has  been Anakin (Skywalker).

Nicknames are forever here.  Brother Jim and I were called:  Pickle Puss and Dumb Head.  You can guess which one was me.  Because my very young children could not say certain words - we used  Yah-Yah  and  Ninny (or ninnypoo)  and Wah-ger  and so forth.  Bro Jim was called DEE  when  little brother had trouble with the letter J.  The list continues.  I'm sure you have had a few.

see ya later,

m

Thursday, August 8, 2024

Provocative Title

Provocative Title:  It has come to my attention that I have more readers when the title is a bit provocative...not political...but hints at naughty.  Now, why izzat?

My original title was going to be  "Thursday, Trash Day."  That is an attention getter, you must admit.  Every Thursday is "put out the trash" day.  Trash pickup day is Friday about 8:30-9:00 in the morning.  Now WHO!!!  in their right mind wants to get up in the morning and roll that Green plastic can to the curb.  Doing it on Thursday is better.  well,  except for the heat.  It's hot out there.

My inboard temperature gauge noted 105+ yesterday with no wind and lots of humidity.  I'm sure we are special.  Nobody else is having these hot temperatures - just us.  It is a punishment for the many wrongs I have done over the past many years.  KARMA.  I have got to figure this out.  

How much Karma is attached to each bad deed?  Let's say, for the sake of argument, that you spit off a bridge on top of some guy's bald head.  He, of course, thinks a bird splattered him (his Karma).  How long must I be punished for this deed - and - how severe should that punishment be?  Should I have a toe removed?  Or is 2 weeks without a Coke enough.  Perhaps a rock hitting my windshield or a plop of mud.  There has to be a gauge.  Maybe it is just enough for me to drop my sandwich on the floor.  I don't know.   I do know that if some kook thinks of this, he will write a PhD dissertation with research  from throughout the world.

An Aside:    I started a PhD once at UTDallas (UTD) several years back.  It was truly a wrong decision.  Humanities.  The courses offered for this degree were off the wall.  I learned some stuff for sure.  Didja know that there are 3 (or is it 4) editions of Lady Chatterley's Lover? In one class, I had to read all 3 editions and compare them - differences - etc.   This assignment came in the fall semester as I was teaching and writing a marching competition show.   We had one week to read all 3.   NoWay!!!

One of the Profs commented in a class while talking about our future dissertations - he said, "I would question any dissertation that did not have research in a foreign language."  I knew I was lost at that point.

Eventually, I quit the coursework and move several miles away to return to teaching.  I lacked 2 classes and the dissertation.  Doesn't matter.  You can still call me Doc if you'd like even though it is inaccurate.

Think I'll go take a shower.  I've put it off all day.  Mowed the back yard this morning and did a bit of sweating.  We have a thousand frogs in the back yard.  I worry about mowing the frogs.  Mowing can be stressful for that reason.

As I close, I ask:  was this provocative enough?

love ya,  Mtz


Monday, July 29, 2024

Monday - 27th

Monday, July 27th

The start of a new week.  Every week is about the same as you age.  Occasionally, there is a disaster which changes the flow.  I am shooting for none today.  Nobody is going to the Emergency Room today.    

Olympics are on TV.  I guess everyone is having a good time.  Never being much of a sports person, I find little joy in the Olympics.  The opening ceremony had some fun times and nice music along with some "What the Hey!!" and yucky music.  The people who plan these opening events are way above average.  I'm not sure that I could have dreamed such an event.  Genius is a good word.  I still remember China opening ceremony.  Impressive.

I still don't understand why "they" (whoever they are) keeping pushing the homosexual angle at us all the time.  It serves no real purpose in my thinking...just trying to make waves. Oft times, when pressed with this, I just change channels.  I don't have to watch that stuff.  I'd rather watch an old Adam 12 or Matlock - whatever.  Movin' on.

Monday.

Up and atom.  I will do 3 load of clothes today.  I went through 61 years of marriage without washing one thing except on trips where I shared the experience.  I have never ironed anything larger than a handkerchief.  Hanging up clean shirts was never my job.  My wife did it all.  Never complained.   I did my thing; she did hers.  She never changed a tire.  I did a lot of that when we had tubes in our tires.   We have our division of powers.

Now that she is getting sicker, I do those things too.  I wash.  No ironing anymore.  I cook food and do the grocery shopping, feed the dog, mow the yard, weedeat when I feel the mood.  She does like to sweep and mop and dust...oh, yes, she can't let a bed go unmade...or a divan throw go unthrown.

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I've been trying to do the math on this.  Follow me now.  We were married on August 5, 1962.  Fine,  I am sure it was a lovely wedding.  1st Baptist church in Levelland with the 1st Methodist preacher.  He was a nice man.  I'd been in college for 4 years and never really got to know him much.

This year is 2024.  How many years since 1962?   Well it has been 62 years come August.  Do you see it?  1962 - 62 years later.  I'm not saying it was a perfect 62 years.  I was a jerk some of those years.

Lets say we married in 1963.  When would 63 years be?  2026.                   1945,  45 yrs = 1990

There is always that particular year sometime in the future.  It really is no big deal.  I just thought it was interesting.  But shouldn't it be celebrated just a bit more than normal?  Maybe an extra trip to Taco Bell?  What cha think.  OOOOO ooooooo Oooooo here's an idea.  All of you BAND together and do a crowd sourcing thingamabob and send us on a World Tour - private jet of course - personal guides - no major walking - son Roger says 11 days on a cruise ship is a bit much - new traveling clothes - I could go on and on and on - Some of you may think I already have ....   (be nice)    howabout just a gallon of gas to make it to Taco Bell twice.  Never mind. We're good.  You tried.  time to move on.

All of this reminds me, before Christine was born in late 1964, we drove to New York City for the 1964 World's Fair.  Brother Marshall lived in NY at the time.  He went out and found us a 1 bedroom apt to rent for 6 weeks one block off Central Park and that big Museum.  The normal girl renter was going to California for the summer and was tickled to have us move in and pay the rent.  Nice apartment, I guess.  2nd story walk up with 2 big windows facing the street.   No AC.  That's ok.  I have so many stories about that trip.  Maybe they'll follow.  Everyone should do something like that.  6 weeks in New York.

The STONE for today - re-read above - me helping with laundry at a laundrymat - We were raised in the Panhandle of Texas. Water was really hard out there.   Really Hard well water loaded with minerals.  I never knew that soap could lather.  One day we loaded up some dirty clothes - about 2 loads full - and walked down the street to a NY Laundry Mat.  It was okay.  No crazy people inside.  We loaded our clothes, read the instructions, put in our TIDE, paid, and hit Go.

These were not top loaders.  Our washer started.  The soap began to foam.  And foam.  That's when I learned about soft water.   We had soap flowing out all over the floor.  People just stood and looked at us.   When it was over, we had to re-wash to get the soap out.  Stupid kids.  Nobody ever told us about soft water.  We left quite a mess as we rushed down the street.  Marshall educated  us that evening.

New York was a fun and terrifying place to visit.  We were never mugged.  We were dumb enough to be mugged.  Weren't.

later.

m

                                               



Saturday, July 27, 2024

Homecoming

 If you have read the news quip to the right of this page, you will have noticed that I have spent my teaching career as a H.S. Band Director (note the Uppercase Caps - shows respect). I have not been in the biz since about 2004 when I retired (graduated, if you will).  I did spend a semester in a different small school where I learned that returning to teaching was not going to be fun.  Many of the students were just little jerks.  They took the fun out of teaching.   Another time I spent about 2 months as a long-term sub while the school looked for a permanent director.  Those kids were good.  I liked being there.

So in my retirement, I attend some band concerts and contests.  I go to an occasional football game to watch the halftime.  My Facebook has me connected  a group called  Band Director Jokes.   And I visit certain websites sponsored by folks with connections to bands.  One of these is something called the Yellow Pages.  It is for directors.  They do not seem to appreciate when non-director types get on and make comments.  I understand that.

Some of the subjects brought up by some directors are very educational and good.  They ask some very fine questions.  Then, sometimes, the whine gets out of control.  I feel sorry for those folks.  They should quit and go work at Buc-cees.   

Recently, a young director (I would guess he is young), ask what bands play for Homecoming.

Let me explain.  Every H.S. / College has Homecoming.  Everyone has his own traditions.  Some schools get carried away while others just do something before the game - wham, bam, it's over.  Let's play football.  You've got the Homecoming Queen - and court.  Some schools will have a King.  Some involve parents in the mix - Why?  I don't know.  It just complicates it.

At the ceremony, the band and cheerleaders are pretty much a backdrop to the festivities.  For years, I would march onto the field while playing the Fight Song - park the band - not move - and play some slow song as the the Court was introduced over the P.A.   When the girl was crowned, my girl band students would get all excited & the music would go down hill.

It hit me one year.  I asked the administration if we could just stand and watch.  I told them our music was so loud it covered the P.A. announcements - which it usually did.  They bought it.  So, we marched out - stood  -  girls got excited without messing up the song - and marched off.  DONE.  LET'S MOVE ON. NOTHING TO SEE HERE.  A few times one of my band girls got crowned.  That really upset the music delivery.

Moving on.  On the yellow page band director "page" this week, some guy as what song to play.  I answered with my story.  Some of the others started listing songs.  This got out of hand to a certain degree.  Band Directors are rarely known as lovers of Homecoming.  It gets into our way.

Songs of the nice songs listed were:  (I hope this was not copywrited)(There is a word the spell check doesn't like - copywrited)

You are so beautiful;  Only Time;  Ice Castles; My heart will go on;  Mahogany theme; Bellavia;  Can't help falling in love; Muskat Love,  my girl;  shadow of your smile; I'll be there...

Keeping in mind a director's attitude:  other songs were:   Fat bottom Girls;  Send in the Clowns;  Land of 1000 dances played really slow;  hang dog;  Cruella De vill;  If I only had a brain;  The evil clown;  Price is Right theme song played in a loop;  I like my women just a little on the Trashy side;  and I got friends in low places.

Another person suggested playing the Alma Mater.  Now come on, if you play that, everyone stands at attention and nothing gets done - that would be similar to playing The Star Spangled Banner.  As an aside here, I noticed over the years that different schools call their Alma Mater - the School Song.  Others call the fight song - the School Song.   You never really know what  school prefers until you join in their festivities.  

Once had a school band which "HAD" to play the Theme from "Rocky" as the team entered the field.  At that time, this band had trouble playing any song with 8th notes.  

To me the School Song and the Alma Mater are the same song.  That's what it use to be in Levelland - it must be right.  The fight song is the rabble rouser.  Forget Rocky.

Schools have so many little traditions.  You have to be careful or they will run you out of town on a rail.

Y'all take care now, y'hear? 

m

Thursday, July 25, 2024

Here we go!

 Several years ago a friend and I were camping in the great outdoors.  We had been out there about 2-3 days.  He liked to shoot rabbits and cook them over the open fire.  Rabbits really are not my favorite meat.

One day he was out hunting when he took a tumble down this ravine.  His gun went off and shot him in the shoulder.  It was a mess.  As it turned out, camping next to us was an old country doctor.  Luck was with us.

The old man decided that he had to get that bullet out right then and stop the bleeding.  His companion jumped in their car and drove to the entrance store and called an ambulance.  I stood around like a dummy.  I did unload the rifle.

Anyway, the old doctor had this leather thong around his neck.  We didn't have any anesthesia to knock the guy out.  The doc gave the the leather to my friend and instructed him to bite down hard on it - "Chew on it".

Everything worked out.  The ambulance came.  Friend went to the local hospital.   He did get a bit of infection in the wound - after all we weren't really in sterile surroundings.  It was what it was.

The next day I made it to the local hospital - plopped myself down in the chair beside the bed - and - asked him how he was doing. 

He responded, "The thong has ended, but the malady lingers on."

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In today's Temple paper I read that the guy who is believed to have invented

"auto-correct" has died.  Sad.  May he restroom in piece.

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Speaking of someone famous who has died, I understand that the weatherman who invented the system of heat index temperature concept - anyway he passed on last June.   He was 83 years old - but he felt like 92.

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My favorite groaner happened after the hurricane hit New Orleans a few years back. ?That was the one where people were living in the football stadium  - and the dikes broke swamping much of the town.  That happens when you build below sea level.  Anyway, the TV news gal was interviewing different people.

She wanted to know how the neighborhoods looked - did the schools get messed up - and those type of questions.  Much moaning and groaning - as it should have been. The reporter asked this one heavy set lady, "What about churches?"  

The response: "I don't know much about that.  Most of my friends go to Popeyes."  I swear that is a true story.  It must be.  I found it on the internet.

sorry

Monday, July 15, 2024

trump

 I wonder how all of this will play out - Trump being shot.  FYI:  I plan to vote for Trump when the time comes.  Now you know which side of the fence I am on.  Definitely I am not a "mugwump."  Look that one up if you don't remember it from H.S. history class.

There is something you see at times - in front of stores as advertisement.  It is the piece of cloth that is attached to a big blower and it flops back and forth.  The big tall tube man.  You can look these up on Amazon.  Tube men come in all sorts of different figures.  Santa, Halloween, Valentines, just colors like red/blue/ green, -- they flop about and get your attention.  I suppose some might think they were a bit spooky.

Not me.  I have bought a blower and an Uncle Sam Tube man - 10 ft tall.  They come in 5 ft, 8 ft., 10 foot, 20 foot (actually feet, just thought foot sounded more appropriate).

So we set the thing out front for the Fourth of July.   It flopped about and - I thought - look really cute.

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Well, tonight I ordered a new one.  It is a Tube Man that looks like Trump.  When it arrives, I will put it out on an appropriate day.   Nobody will wonder what my affiliation is.  Trump flopping about in my front yard.  Of course, it could insult somebody.  Could.

On the news tonight, I heard that after the shooting, people were wearing the MAGA hats in San Francisco without being mugged.   There you go!!

more later, 

mtz


Thursday, July 11, 2024

quickie - instant ink

 I  bought a new HP printer last year.  It came with free ink which was to be mailed to me.  2-3 months later I got some ink.  And I am in a subscription program for more ink.  I haven't seen any since the first delivery.  I cannot believe this is a scam.  but I sure have wasted a lot of money (some money) on ink delivery that never comes.

Went to their website and issued a hundred or so complaints explaining I didn't understand the program.

I downgraded to their $1.49 a month plan.  Now I ask meself why I am doing that when I can get ink at walmart.   Apparently my printer needs to be connected to the wifi.  I thought it was.  It's not.

Can you read frustration here.  I was not raised with computers.  I don't want to spend my time learning. I just want to use the machine.

I'm through fussing.

grrrr

Wednesday, July 10, 2024

Life is hard sometimes - another misc.

We have all had tough times.  Sometimes I wonder if mine are in retribution for some of the stupid things I've done in my life.  Opposite of "a reward."  Nevertheless, this cannot be true.  It's a bit conceited to think that all things everywhere happen because of me.  Am I the center of the Universe?

Let's say that one of my children has a car wreck.  That's on them.  It is not because I spit off a bridge when I was 37 yrs old and splattered the engineer's face on a passing train.  If I am to be punished for my stupidity / actions in the past, other people won't have to suffer.  That makes sense.  Karma !!  while it slaps me in the face, it shouldn't affect others.  Should it?  I'm not sure I really have faith in the Karma thing anyway.

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Son Roger & wife Penney just returned from cruising the waters near Italy & Greece.  They sent back hundreds of photos.  I am so jealous.  What  a great trip.  Lesson to be learned, if you can find the money and time, take these adventures while you still can.  At 83, I have certain problems that interfere (and I'm not just talking money).  I believe my last big trip was to Lubbock to see a Granddot graduate from h.s.  It was worth the trip.

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We've had a bit of a tough week around here.  My wife wouldn't like me talking about her; but, here goes a little bit.  Last Tuesday early afternoon she called out to me from her recliner.  I went.  She was sitting there just shaking.  Said she was cold.  I got her up and back in bed, covered.  She slowly regained her composure.  After much thinking, "we" took her to see our doctor.   He examined her and found nothing that might have caused the problem.  Yes, I think her brain had a temporary short circuit somehow.  Went home.

On Wed. I started to walk into the bedroom and there she was on the floor.  She had lost her balance and fell.  We talked.  She was wide awake and knew what was happening.  She had bumped the back of her head.  I checked and found a big knot back there.  It was a major project, but  I got her off the floor and into bed.  Then I called a daughter who hurried home from work.  We got the wheel chair out - loaded her in the car - and went to the E.R. in Temple arriving about 3:30 or 4, July 3rd.  

I was concerned about the head injury; the daughter was worried about a possible infection.  We were there for around 3 hours with some very nice doctors - nurses - other staff. My only complaint was a security guy at the front door that made me take my 1 1/2" pen knife back to my car.  I was dangerous.  Just doing his job.   He smiled anyway.

All sorts of blood tests and other liquids, Xray of head, neck, spine, hips.   Can't wait to see this bill.  She checked out with nothing broken but, yes, the daughter was right.  She had an infection.  After much to do, we left.  The wife was very unstable.  We had to lift her back into the car.   It was not pleasant at the time or when we got home.  It's not that she weighs a lot.  It is hard on me to pick up that much weight.

It was done.  Back in bed.  New pill taken.

I believe all old people are stubborn.  I am.  She is.  I had to pick her up off the floor 3 more times in the next 12 hours as she slipped out of bed to go to the bathroom.  She just WOULDN'T ask for help.  Still won't.   Her legs didn't work right.  We had several big dog beds on the floor so she never hit anything.

Long story short.  She has had her last pill.  Infection conquered.  She is moving - still a bit unstable at time.  We are making progress in the health world.  I hope none of you have to pick your wife up off the floor and back into bed.  I guess that is why I am here on this Earth right now.  I don't think it is Karma.  Logically, she has been a bit unhappy this week.  It's not her Karma.  She is close to perfect in her life.

I'll close.  Looking forward to what comes next.  Not really.

m

p.s.  I am a Republican.  Have been for several years.  I'm not a 100% Trump fan; but, I believe he is a lot better than the alternative.  Try to not get into politics here.  Just felt it was necessary to say.  Y'all take care now.

Post p.s.   If you are a regular to my world, you may have noticed that all advertisements are gone.  I thought they were distracting - ugly - U G L Y - you ain't got no alibi.  They were distracting and and and didn't seem to fit my world.  Maybe they'll return someday.

Saturday, July 6, 2024

Fetish

 It is time for my Fetish report.

1st of all, all these years since I learned the word "Fetish" I have suffered under the wrong definition.  C'mon, you  have all been here with me.  You hear a word & put it in the vocab.  You blossom with the new found expressive word.  A word you use and never know you are wrong.  That's me here.   My wife one time started using a couple of common expressions (me too nice to recite them here).  After hearing one of them sprout from her mouth at church, I told her to quit using them.  I explained what they meant - or what "I thought they meant."  The expressions were gone.

That's where I am with Fetish.  I thought it meant you had a thing for a certain object.  Let's say:  chocolate milkshakes.   So I had a "Fetish" for "chocolate milkshakes."    A love for .. craving .. want .. you get the picture.  They are good.  Wendy's has that chocolate thing.  It is SOOOO good.   Then there are those DQ things which they turn upside down to show the thickness.  Yum is the word.

I don't get em anymore - the diabetes thing has thrown me off track.

Still, I thought that was the definition.  Wrong.  Aren't smart phones marvelous?  I was just thumbing through the thing a month or so ago, & saw the definition of fetish.  I was wrong.  You go look it up.  Apparently it has to do with that three letter word  (whisper softly)  S ...  E ..  X  I'm sure you have heard that word.  So if I had a fetish for chocolate milk shakes, it was in a (whisper again) sexish way.  That's a bit weird.  Can't say I know how to explain that any further.

I remember there was this movie about a black detective who would make out with a girl.   Then the sheet would come up and he would see her toes - all knotty and lumpy --- he would come unglued.  The fact that he was black has no bearing on this...I say that for the people who were offended by my use of the description.  Get a Life.  At the end of the movie he met a girl with beautiful toes.   Now, was that a foot/toe fetish?  I'm thinking so.   

Knee caps.  I've always felt there were no ugly knee caps.   Heels of the foot, real problems for some.   Noses, you knows it.    Chocolate shakes, think not. I'm not going to review my entire vocabulary list. Just learn to forgive me when I use some word or expression wrong.

A trombone player in one of my classes did something in bad taste.  I fussed at him.  He responded, "My bad."   I said, "Yes you are when you do something like this."  Wonder if I missed the definition on that one.   Use to say  daffi-nition for funny things.  He wasn't funny.  Jerk trombone player playing to the 17 yr old crowd.

Moving on.

Hope you had a fun 4th.  I was a tad bit disappointed when my neighbors to the north failed to put on a firework display this year.  Guess they went somewhere else.  I wasn't invited.

later, M3  

Sunday, June 23, 2024

LOST asleep

 I woke the other morning actually remembering my dream.  That happens rarely.  Normally, I remember for a moment, and, then, whammo, it's gone.    Do you like that "whammo?"  I thought it added just a bit of class.

So I was driving down hwy 95  = no wait, hwy 59, headed home.  Daylight.  I pulled into this small town.  Suddenly I wasn't on 59 anymore.  Apparently I had missed my turn.  Where and when?  I didn't know.  In real life, I would have made the U-turn and gone looking.  But, this is a dream.  I stopped the car and got out.  I'll ask someone.  The street had sorta hit a dead-in.  IN front of me was a business.  I opened the door and entered.

down the hall!!!!  There was a desk   - make that cluttered desk with nobody around.  I backed up a couple of steps into the hall & there was another to the right.  I went into another office.  Nobody's home.  I passed through and ended up on a front porch.  There were cars driving by and a couple people sitting on the porch.

I figured to ask questions.  Remember this is a dream.  I asked and nobody really answered.  I walked off the porch towards the street.  Cars were passing.  In the distance I could hear and eventually see lots of cars on another street - big trucks too.  I figured this must be 59.  So I started walking towards it.  In real life, I might have driven my car; but noooooooo.  Before I could get to the hwy I had to climb down a enormous pile of big boulders.  As I did, a path opened up.

I was lost.  I had no idea how to find my car.  There was no Hwy 59.  People walked past me as if I didn't exist.  I was lost and had no idea what to do.

I'll tell  you what it made me think of  (bad English sentence structure).  You hear of old people who have dementia getting lost - walking off and not knowing how to find home.  They just keep going.  No money. No food.  No help.  Just lost.  Where was my car?  Where was Hwy 59.  I had no idea.  I just kept walking until.....

I woke up.

The dream really bothered me.  You might say it scared me a bit - not for myself, but some other people I know who have touches of dementia.  Recently there was an elderly gent in Belton who always went walking in the afternoon.  He had a route.  It was not long.  He'd be gone for a half hour or so.  Then, one day he did not return.  A few days later he was found dead beside the local creek.  Lost and dead.

The dream bothered me.   Maybe it was the chili and beans I had as a snack before bedtime.  I do love chili and beans.

See ya guys around.

m


p.s.  I added the Adsense to my blog to see how rich I could become.  I have removed it.  I didn't like the way it made the blog look and feel  I don't need money that bad.  Maybe I'll ad it back someday.  Just not this week......

Friday, June 14, 2024

seal & rock

 My promised bluggy on Fetishes will have to wait.

a quickie instead (or is THAT a fetish)

Our housing development - for 2 days - has experience road work.  I appreciate what they are doing and will never complain about the work.

They are putting a sealant on our roads - looks a bit like oil to me - and covering it with a layer of gravel.  They say, "we'll be back in a week to sweep up all the extra rock."  Meanwhile, slow down and don't throw rocks into your neighbor's windshield.  

Reasonable.

For a normal household, this is a nothing.  But, if you have DOGS!!!!  it is an adventure.  Our dogs are getting their heart rates up.  Every time a truck passes - a worker saunters by - a giant rock truck rumbles through the neighborhood.  Doesn't matter.  We gotta bark.  I think there is a country song with that title.  
My wife says it is a good thing I am deaf, because I can't hear all the noise.

I admit, my hearing aids are resting on the bathroom cabinet.  You do what you can do.   You don't fuss about what you can't fix (border issues included).   You are thankful when it is OVER!!!!

Now, at noon, the dogs are napping.  I'm guessing my wife is into her 2nd nap.  The roads are done.  They look beautiful.  The trash truck has come and gone.  All that is left is that neighbor yokel who walks his 3 big dogs about 4:30.  School is out, no buses till August.  All is well.

smiley face :)     

m

Monday, June 10, 2024

AGHAST

 I'm not really aghast at anything.  Just wanted you to know that I am capable of being aghast.   Wait, maybe I am aghast.

Went to HEB, our favorite grocery store of course.  Unloading the groceries at home later I found a cold power-type can drink named Ghosts - red berry flavor.  I suppose it is really good.  I didn't buy it.  It was in our grocery sack.  I think, perhaps, I did pay for it.  $5.18 out of the ice box at the store.  I've always heard of people putting food in other people's buggies.  A Joke?  Not funny McGee.  My plan was to take it back with the receipt and get a refund (next week when we go again).  But, my oldest decided she wanted a taste.  Old commercial: Feed it to Mikey.  He'll eat anything.

She liked it.  Now I have an empty Ghosts can.  Can't return an empty can - for cash refund.  Learned a lesson.

Side Note:  was in Walmart yesterday and found a can of Ghosts on the shelf for $2.18.  I bought one and brought it home for the child.  Now, she knows she can get them at Walmart.  Ghosts is loaded with caffeine.  

So ---- I am aghast at the person who decided to put the can in my basket.  AGHAST!!!

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I have noticed that certain titles (see title above) seem to get more readers.  We'll see how aghast works out this week.

I've been planning a discourse on the word "Fetish."  That should bring in some readers.

Had my 6 months diabetes doctor appt. last week.  A1C is setting at 6.0.  This is really good for me.  In 2008 when I started this diabetic journey, I think it was in the 20s.  I was not a well person.  My doc in Corsicana put me on Metformin - 4 pills a day.  The number dropped and we were happy.  Now I do 2 pills a day.

This doc has put me on Ozempic - almost wrote Olympic - He believes it is helping me keep the number low.  Ozempic, as you may know, also will help you lose weight.  I actually gained some this past 6 months.  Go figure.

The doc wants me to go walking more.  Get exercise.   I explained it wasn't happening due to my bad knees.  After some discussion - he suggested a    {stationery, stationary}    bike.  I can't spell that word & spell check didn't pick up on it.  I'll give you both words and you can circle the one you prefer.  BIKE.  I started looking and found several in the $120 to $250 range which looked good.  Kept looking.  One for over $6000.  C'mon.  For an uninspired exercise human, you want $6 grand?  Kept looking.  There it was... one of those small things that set on the floor and weigh about 8 lbs.  $45 tops.  Table top device.   Bought it.  Thanks Amazon.  

Now it is on the floor in front of a chair on top of a small carpet to keep it in place.  Maybe tomorrow I start pumping on it.  Better yet, Wednesday.  No recumbent bike for me.

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We have a fairly large yard...front & back.  Bushes and the like are scattered here and there in addition to the veggie garden out back.  We have dogs - 3.  Are you following me?  And we have a rabbit, not domesticated.  There may be 2 or more rabbits.  I don't know.  The rabbit apparently likes to roam the front and back yards - other places I suppose.  He leaves his scent everywhere. Two of our dogs are worked up about this - obsessed, you might say.    They will go out and search for hours -- smelling -- looking.  They almost caught it one morning.  That would be sad.  Our rabbit has found entrances in-out of the yard.

Dogs go out.  They come back in hot and bothered, tongues hanging out to the floor.  Panting.  I've caught them hunting in the middle of the night.  Obsessed.  My wife is obsessed with chocolate.  I've caught her looking for chocolate.  Of course, I have no obsessions  (wait till the Fetish blog comes out).

One final thing.  Our shark died.  He was about 4 inches long.  Pretty little red finned thing.  He did have a terrible attitude when it came to the other fish.  Snippy critter.   The other fish are glad he's gone.   Told me so.

later, mtz  

Friday, May 24, 2024

itch

 There is the 7 year itch - married couples desiring to not be ...

That 's not it.  My palm itches.  Look it up.  When your palm itches, somebody is going to give you money.  I wish they would hurry.

This must be scientific.

Speaking of old wives tales (stories, not tails).  I was working a concession stand once with some band parents.  We had this big tub of Cokes and assorted drinks.  When the night wore down, one mother started to throw all the cold drinks in the trash.  She said once they were cooled down, they lose their bubbles.  Without thinking, I muttered, "I never did believe that old wives tale."  And, I started moving them into storage.  Sometimes, not always, my mouth speaks before the brain does.  

Now that I look back, I remember the mom having a shocked look on her face.  I had insulted her.  Suppose that wasn't the first for me - or maybe the last.  My oldest brother Marshall once told me that he was surprised that someone had not flattened me by now.   

As I look back, there are several things I wish I hadn't said or done.  Since I am not on a 7 or 10 step program to improve, I guess I'll let them go.

Final word.  We have had a lot of rain in a short period of time.  You don't walk across my yard; 

you slosh across it.

m


Wednesday, May 15, 2024

King Solomon

When I was a kid, we went to the picture show (movies) to see King Solomon's Mine.  Frankly, I cannot remember a thing about it.  Must have been good.  At the time, King Solomon was just an old king somewhere who had a gold - silver - jewel ?? mine.  People fought over it.  African natives got really upset when the hero tried to find it and exploit.  Now that I thinks on it.  That could have been a Tarzan movie.  He was such a hero.                  {cue:  Tarzan yell}

So, this week, sitting on my own throne, while reading the spring edition of Biblical Archaeology Review - a magazine truly enjoyed - naturally I read the article "Solomon's Egyptian Bride" by Philip D. Stern.  What caught my eye in JUST the first paragraph, Solomon had 700 wives and 300 concubines (1 Kings 11:3).  I quote the article, "surely an exaggeration."  

The article wanted to talk about how remarkable it was that King Solomon had aligned himself with the Egyptians who, apparently, never farmed off their daughters to other kings.

What I wanted to read about was the 700 wives and 300 concubines.  Think about that for awhile.  Aside from the old mother-in-law narrative. this whole concept is full of questions:

Where did they stay?  

Was there a house mother or eunuch?  

Who remembers their names?  

How do you feed that many?  

Did they form an all girls choir?

Hair brushes, lip stick, unmentionables, fingernail polish, the list, the list, the list.  

Were they jealous of each other and/or the concubines?  Or were they happy to have the competition in order to avoid meeting up with the old boy?

Can you just see the problems.   He tromps into the dorm and announces, "Tonight I want Sarah # 79 in my chambers.   Concubine #233 shall come tomorrow night."  I imagine he had a eunuch announce all that for him.  What was the life expectancy of an eunuch?  The questions never end.

With a thousand nightly possibilities, he could have visited each female only once in a 3 year period of time.  Or did he have favorites?  Delilah #13.  What a gal!!  Then Jeannie #47 with the light brown hair!!

They say Solomon was renowned for his wisdom.  I would like to say that I wonder.  I truly wonder about anyone who is married to that many women.  Possibly he had a system to take care of the nagging wife.  Should I continue with this?  Nah.  Me thinks I'll let this sleeping dog - lie.

You can add your questions to the comment section below.

m


Monday, May 6, 2024

rin

" Rin "

Bad Spell of Rain

😃

Texas has had a bad spell of rain lately.

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Rain Rain 

Go Away

Come Again

Maybe tomorrow would be okay; we do need to get Stillhouse Hollow Lake filled up before the summer heat arrives.  Summer Heat?  Well, yes.  

Spring has sprung.

Fall has fell.

Summer's coming; 

And, it will be hot as ....

pretty dang hot in my opinion.

Monday, April 22, 2024

Pot Pourri OR Pot Pouring Misc. (smiley face)

😏   I made a list:

Purple Color.  sorta jazzes up that page, doesn't it ?

So far this morning, I have received 5 - FIVE - count them:  1-2-3-4-5, Yes, 5 phone calls asking me if I want to sell my rent house in Waxahachie.  This goes on all the time.  Daily.  It only stops on certain weekends and certain holidays.  Not all holidays and weekends are exempt.

I have two theories:   1.  Many callers demonstrate that our English language is a 2nd language for them. Their accents are profound.  That in itself is not always a negative.  I've found when kids are taught to speak English by their "English as a 2nd language" parents, these students have accents.  When a child learns to speak English in the 1st grade by teachers, they have no accent.  So, what do I learn from these calls?  Probably nothing.  I think they are calling me from China, Pakistan, India, or other places.   Boiler room callers with robocall machines...  Yes, I am rude to them.

    2.  Some hot shot in Dallas or Austin runs a real estate investment class every weekend.  You pay me $$$ & I'll teach you how to make a million in real estate just like I did...and, someday, maybe you'll have your own radio show which you can use to bilk $$$ from other non-suspecting poor souls.  "Now, run down to the Ellis County Courthouse and look up homes that are not protected from the Homestead Act."  "Call these owners on Monday morning."  "Buy a robo-whatever telephone machine and learn how to hide your own phone number..."

I am so TIRED of these calls.  If I were going to sell this rental, I'd never do it over the phone.  Why?  Why?  I ask thee?

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Moving on...  Walked in here this morning between calls and turned on my computer.  Nothing happened.  No lights, no hum, no nuthin.  The monitor worked just fine.  With much effort, I lowered myself to the floor and began plugging / unplugging wires.  I was looking for a breaker/fuse on my machine.  Maybe 15 minutes passed.  I wrote my son a text asking questions:  take it to the shop?  just buy a new one?  It is 6-10 years old.  I cannot remember when it was bought.  I sent 3 different messages within a couple of minutes - no reply - he's at work - I struggled to lift myself off the floor and collapsed in my rolling chair.  Sigh.  As I arose, as a passing thought, I hit the button again.  

It turned on.

Why?  Why?  I ask thee?   You can see by this missive that things are working.  I may never understand computers  - or females for that matter - or coaches - or Putin.

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Have I written about the Eclipse?  We saw it.  Sat in backyard with our necks craned upwards.  The clouds parted.  There it was.  Fascinating.  Equally, none of the disasters predicted in Texas happened.  No big traffic jams.  You could still buy milk and gas.  We had our solar glasses and were just fine.  Locally, there is this girl who wants us to give up our old solar glasses.  She is going to collect them & send to South America for the next eclipse - whenever that is down there.  Don't know.  Not going.  Been here and done that.

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When we bought this house 3 years ago, the yard was pretty.  Nice grass.  Now, it is not.  I cannot get ahead of the weeds.  I suppose it is possible to get too old to weed the yard.  Pay somebody?   You must be richer than this retired teacher.  I'm keeping my extra dough for things like ......  milk and gas  .........   It would be nice.  Maybe I'll win one of the lotteries.  Could happen.

Reminds me, I've figured out one of the things I'm gonna do with my billions when I win the lottery.  I am going to build a home and entertainment center for retired teachers - uhh, no, I mean retired music teachers.  Art teachers can build their own.  Well, maybe, them too.  Each teacher would have their own apartment w/ bath and little kitchen.  There would be a commons area with large kitchen - a music room with a grand piano  - a theater room for TV watching - maybe even a stage for recitals - keep cheap rent etc.  What a grand place for retired teachers who can't afford a big house anymore.

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if you like to read the obits in the newspaper every morning, would this habit be called Obitual?

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got a haircut Friday.  My last haircut was in November.  I was getting a bit burly.  But, the guy in Nov. whacked it so short, it took a while to grow out.  Old men don't grow hair truly fast anymore, & there is that hole showing in the back of my head.  When you have big ears like me, you like longer hair to help cover them.  Nobody likes to be called Dumbo.  So, I talks to the barber & tried to explain how I didn't want it as short.  I even reasoned that longer means I come back in more often.

He seemed to get it.  The barber cut my hair this time with scissors only.  clip clip clip  It took a bit longer.  clip clip clip.  When it was all over, my hair was just as short as November & he charged me $2 extra for the scissor work.  I am now beautiful.  I figure it will be September before I need another.   Just call me Curls - or Dumbo.  I can handle the abuse.  He was a nice barber.  I liked him.  

My maternal grandfather made his living as a barber.  When he lived in Kaw City, Okla., he had an older barber chair in the backyard that was fun to play on.  Climb on and get spinned around and around.  Jump off and stagger around the yard.  Good times had by all.  Spell check doesn't like the word "spinned."  They think I meant "Sinned."  Well, there might have been some of that too.

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Speaking of hair dooos.   I part mine on the right side.  There are not many of us in the world who do that.  Look it up on Google.  Interestingly, Google has articles about that very thing.  It seems that people who part on the left side are consider more manly than those on the right side.  They said other stuff too.  Go figure.  All these years, I didn't know that.  .   .    .   probably the reason I didn't play football or basketball in high school.   Probably.  

Let's close this out.  Y'all have fun tonight.  

FYI  i have had 6 calls today to buy my Waxahachie house.  They never give it up.  I wouldn't sell to these people even if I had financial stress & needed to - bad English sentence structure, but factual.   

Leaf me alone

mtz

Saturday, April 13, 2024

fortune cookie

When I eat Chinese, I always read my fortune cookie.  Always.  I have found that fortune cookies do not give your fortune.  I have a collection of paper "fortunes."  One of my long-term plans is to list these somewhere.  Someday.

Today, I got this one which I promptly read to my daughter (who is pushing 60).

"If you wish for good advice, consult your mom."

Works for me.

Sunday, April 7, 2024

I can handle...

 I can handle disappointment.  No need for counseling.

I did not win the 1.3 billion Powerball.

As a matter of fact, I had no winning numbers.  Not one.  Usually, I hit at least one number.  It might not be worth any money, but I get at least one number.  one.

Winner in Oregon.  What does someone in Oregon need with that kind of money?  That was a question.  It's okay.  I can handle it.

Next time, I plan to go to a Chinese restaurant - get the fortune cookie - and play that number.  A sure winner.

Now, I am going to put in a sad smiley face.😞

m

Wednesday, April 3, 2024

One Billion Dollars

 Tonight - Powerball - 1 billion dollars

Can you imagine having a billion?  Sure, I bought a ticket.  As son says, I paid my lottery tax.  Even though it is a billion, if you want money right now, it'll be about 500 million.  At my age, 30 yearly payments to equal a billion, doesn't make real sense does it?   

What to do with 500 Mil?  I could sit here and make a list.  Money given to charity.  Lots of charities out there.  Buy a new car.  Build a bigger house.  Take a cruise to Alaska.  Give all my relatives a million or so.  Why not?  The list is endless.

I was talking to the nice lady who sold me my ticket.  She said her father says, if he wins the money, he plans to build a home for retired preachers - in Tyler.  Tyler is the "kicker" in the story.  Why Tyler?

This would be a nice thing to do.  I have taught in seven different schools...maybe 8.  I could give a gift to each of their band parent organizations.  I would have to think twice about a couple of the schools.  They made me mad.    Then, there is the Texas Tech band program.  And Levelland High School - my alma mater.  Or I could turn it into $1 bills - fill my mattress and sleep on it.

Steaks every night?  You'd tire of them after a while.  Hire a personal cook.  That's a thought.  OOOOOO  OOOOOO  OOOOO  a sizable gift to my C.P.A. and attorney and stock broker.  I have always wanted to own a string of storage companies...   Apartment houses...  See my previous post, I'll change my name and run for President.  I'd like to own a kite.  Where can I get one of these?

cars - charitable gifts - trips - gifts to relatives - leave $20 bills in library books - 

There is no end to this.   Later,
















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Tuesday, April 2, 2024

Sorta political - humor

 In a Los Angeles times story:

or Dallas ABC affiliate WFAA:

A man in Tarrant County, Texas, has changed his name.  Ft. Worth/Dallas DFW is the area.  The judge wasn't amused.

Dustin Ebey has changed his name to: 

Literally Anybody Else

 Mr. Else, 35, is trying to get his name on the ballot as an independent candidate in all 50 states (etc.).   He believes he has a chance to be elected.

Sample Ballot

口 Joe Biden

口 Donald Trump 

口 Literally Anybody Else


Not that I don't think this is funny.  I do.  But, there are people who will jump in and help this man.  Plus, Ft. Worth doesn't need a Presidential Library.  Certainly, Dallas doesn't either.   Maybe he will build it next to 6 Flags.  Use to be a good Panchos restaurant near 6 Flags.  "President Else."  People didn't believe the southern border would be left open either.  Free admission and we'll give you stuff.  If this guy gets more votes than RFK, that would add more humor.   What is Mr. Else's opinion on gun control, the southern border, Israel/Palestine, moving confederate statues, marijuana legalization (bet he likes this one - shouldn't have said that - I have no clue), mustard or mayonnaise, oh the list is endless.  Use the comment section below to add to the list.




Wednesday, March 27, 2024

Be sure to read "SCAM" b4 this one

 Just so you'll know that I am not perfect.

When it rains, it pours.

2 days ago, I received a bill for $315 from Baylor Scott & White for my wife's laser eye surgery.  I was expecting it; but, that doesn't make the pain any easier.  It is the beginning of the new year and we have to reach our insurance deductibles.  She is a lot closer to that end, now.

Then, yesterday, we went to the optical place.  After the laser eye surgery and cataract surgery last year, it was time to get a new pair of glasses.  Eyes are close to 20\20, but a bit off.  Reading glasses are certainly a must.  We went in carrying an old pair of her glasses frames.  Even with her frames, and - as they say: "30% off,"  Our cost would be over $400.  That hurts a poor retired teacher on a fixed income.

I came home to find the red alarm light blinking on my septic system.  The air pump has given up.  Sigh.  Called the repair guy this morning.

So I fret about this stuff.

Then, today, that yokel calls (see the post below).  I put 6 eggs on to boil.  Things got hectic.

Frankly, I forgot the eggs.  An hour or so later, I sat at the dining room table working on my 2023 taxes.  I'm almost through - just the mopping up, so to speak.  At my feet and over about 3 more, is a machine that runs all the time killing bugs - flies, gnats, etc.

I heard this loud pop sound.  I smell something.  I unplugged the bug killer.  Sat back down.   BOOM!!  What was that noise.  Then, another loud BOOM!  The dogs come to investigate.  Yes, if you haven't figured it out yet, I forgot the boiling eggs.  3 of them have exploded.  What a mess.  All over the kitchen.  None hit the ceiling, but the underside of the microwave is a mess.  The dogs & I started cleaning the kitchen.  My wife was taking a nap and the explosions didn't faze her at all.

Unless you have had exploding eggs on your stove, you won't truly understand the mess.  Give it a try, Buddy.  Why should I be the only one?

Now, I am still waiting on the septic repair man.

I need a quiet hobby.

'mtz

SCAM - I AM SO MAD!!!!!!!

 How many exclamation points are needed to express how mad I am.  Rule book says only one.   !    

I AM SO MAD!    (at myself)

I knew as soon as I answered the phone and guy started talking.  In my heart, I knew.  But, ...

The concept, Medicare was replacing my old Medicare Card with a new plastic one.  He DID represent himself as being from Medicare.  He needed to verify some info.  He knew a lot of stuff on the Medicare card including (I think) some of my secret numbers.  Maybe he was a good guesser.  He knew my complete name - and my wife's complete name.  She uses about 3 different approaches to her name - he hit it right.

We talked on the phone for quite a while.  I hassled him quite a bit.  When he came up with certain info, I melted and verified some numbers.

Then he asked my primary care doctor's name -- hmmmmm --  red flag 

next he asked if wife and I were diabetic.  not really a red flag.  What should have been the red flag was that Medicare had him call about ME  and MY WIFE at the same time.  I thought about that briefly; but, I let it go.  The dogs started to bark.  No excuse.  Just a fact.  It flustered me a bit.  

When I thought it was over, he informed me that they would be sending me a FREE new blood sugar checking meter with my card - after getting approval from my doctor, of course.  I grunted.  But, wait, they were also going to send me a back or leg brace with my new card (doctor approval, of course).  One for me & one for the wife.  No cost to me.  FREE FREE FREE.  He needed to know my height and weight.   And, we would receive either a Cane or a Walker.  Which one do I want - no cost to me  - FREE - after doctor's approval, of course.  

Before it went any further - or is it farther ?? -  I told him force-ably that we didn't need any of this.  He would not stop talking.  "No obligation to you, FREE, with your doctor's approval, of course."  

Finally, I interrupted him enough to get a word in edgewise,  " We don't need any of this.  I am going to call my doctor right now and tell him.  I'm through talking."  

I hung up.

I am so mad.  There were so many red flags which I should have tripped over.  I thought I was smarter than this.  I am so mad at myself.  The guy is jerk.  I bet his grandmother would be proud of him unless she is the owner of the company.  

Surely, I will recover from this.  There is no telling what may come next.  So Stupid!!

Tuesday, March 12, 2024

H.S. STUFF - A rememberance

Oh, this is going to be a long one.  No, it is WAY too long.  I should have divided this entry into several smaller ones.  And I didn't.  If the word "Rambling" is in your vocab, you gonna feel right at home.  It only seems fair to point out this has turned out to be quite long.  We will see.   I don't  know how long other people's blogs are.  

As I begin to type, I have no plan to speak of...

A little band humor to start.  I do not know who originated this.  If you know, let me know, then, we'll all know ... NO?


Here is the deal.  I went to high school in Levelland, Hockley County, Panhandle, Texas.  Dry place, no sand dunes but sandy soil, rough spring weather, town about 10,000 folks, cotton and oil country - County was featured in a "believe it or not" episode because there are NO bridges in the entire county.  Bet you are glad to learn that.  Levelland was platted by C.W.Post of cereal fame.  Also, he was the father of Post, Texas.  Originally, they wanted to call it Hockley City.  I can't imagine why they decided to name it Level--Land instead.  On a clear night (no sand storms), you can go into the country and see the lights of several towns - some 20 / 30 miles away.  

It was a nice high school experience most of the time.  I could give you stories about that - and probably will sometime.  We didn't know any gang members.  I suppose some people thought we were a gang ... band kids, you know how they are ... rock n roll music ... fast cars ... spittin' on the streets ... we wore horseshoe taps on the heels of our black leather shoes ... take it from there==>

My parents at one time or another were public school band directors in Oklahoma.  My father was one of those music men.  He traveled around during the depression era starting bands in small towns, selling instrument - don't know about uniforms.  I understand he started bands in SW Okla including Altus and others around there.  He had a math degree, but did this to make a buck.  Another of his adventures had to do with movies  = y'know, moving pictures.  He'd take equipment into a town and set up to show a movie. . . even set-up outside.  This was a novel thing in the 30s and 40s.  I'm not sure how this generated money; but, I bet it did.

Mom was the band director in Tecumseh, Okla when I was born.  Brother Marshall (about 4-5 yrs old at the time) was the mascot of the band.  He even had a small uniform that matched, along with a small baton.  My mom use to brag in order to win marching contests she would have her majorettes do cartwheels in front of the judges.  Actually, I feel that was not valid plan.  Those must have been good years.   

When I went through high school, Texas was not racially integrated yet.  There was a black school on the other side of town - yes, it was on the other side of the tracks as well -  you might have guessed.  Spanish kids were not over there.  I had several Spanish friends.  We didn't use the word Hispanics back then.  The word Mexican was more prominent at that time.  We were just high school students.  I mention this because we have just finished February, black history month.

Levelland High School grades 10-12; JHS grades 7-9; 3 elementary schools grades 1-6 (East, West, and South).  I went to South & my future wife went to West.  My mom taught at East, which was really in the Northern part of town next to the JH .... just not far enough north to cross the tracks.  When Levelland built a new elementary, it was in the actual eastern part of town.  They named it Cactus.  I suppose that made sense.

Since I was raised in this band/music environment with my brothers, it should be no surprise that we grew up playing music together.  I had my first cornet about 5 years old; the piano came before that.  We were all taught cornet, accordion, and piano.  Later Jim switched to trombone and got a string bass.  I can remember performing with my accordion at a civic club during the 3rd / 4th grade somewhere in Kansas.  Strange thing to remember: one of our songs was "songs my mother taught me."

When we lived in Dodge City (yes, Kansas), brother Marshall was about a 9th grader - Jim and I were in the 3rd & 4th grade.  Dodge City had a municipal band which did concerts in the Park.  We three boys were featured on one summer concert - cornet trio - played a song called "Three of a Kind."  When we got to the triple tonguing section, Marshall did the triple tonguing while Jim & I just played the first note of each set.  In my stuff, I have the newspaper clipping of the performance.  Bet we were really cute.
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Skip forward a little:  There is a this guy who lives in Spain.  He found me a few years back.  He was a fan of Sonny West.  Who?  Sonny West.  Sonny lived with his uncle in Levelland when he was in his 20s.  This Spain guy would write me emails asking all sorts of Sonny West questions.  A true fan.  I have a limited knowledge of Sonny.  But, I tried to answer the questions - good will and all that stuff.  Below is an AUGMENTED reply I sent to him once.  It is augmented because some things need to be stretched out to explain what I was explaining, if you understand that explanation.
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I quote:  " I'll put a few things down here right now - maybe something else will come to me later to tell you.  Jimmy was my older brother as you know.  Later in life, he went by Jim; but, in high school he was Jimmy.  Of course, when my mother was mad at him, she called him "James Lee!!"  Jim was about 5' 9" and fairly muscular built.  He was not afraid of very much.  My father was known to call Jim a "Bull in a china closet."  My father would know because he was a reformed "Bull in a china closet."  Jim had a high I.Q. and made excellent grades in high school and throughout college.  His College degree was in Physics with a Master degree in Math.  [aside: he started Tx Tech as a chemistry major.  After he failed chemistry 3 times, he changed to physics.  Go Figure.]

Jim worked for several companies over the years:  Boeing Aircraft and LTV as the top two.  I am not sure what he did for LTV (which now has a different name) - he said that he couldn't talk about it.  LTV helped make stuff that was used in the Spy networks (sometimes referred to as "spook" business).  I do know 2 things he did.  He worked on a radar type unit for small fast flying planes which flew close to the ground.  Hmmmmmm   And he help to design the automated government  postal mail system that is used in the USA today.   He refused to discuss this stuff so we would make up our own stories.
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Back to high school.
When we were in the junior high years, we formed a band - not really rock n roll - just a group.  Rock n Roll was not quite going yet.  We called our band The 3 M's.  Metze, Metze, and McKay.  Jim played upright (string) bass, Doc McKay was the drummer, and I played piano or Accordion.  We had a small following of fans (our mothers and fathers, very close relatives, and girl friends if we had one).  

We played our first dance that year for the Lubbock Country Club.  I was an 8th grader; they were in the 9th grade.  Doc's parents got us the gig.  Just couldn't say what possessed them to do that.  We were good of course (JHS students).  Played all the regular songs - well, I played them on the accordion and the other two kept rhythm.  We played on a little stage.  The audience sat and wondered.  

After about 15 - 30 minutes, they paid us off - $5 each.  We left and drove downtown Lubbock to see a movie - Doc's parents stayed behind and danced the night away to the Country Club's juke box.  It was a good thing Doc was there to drive them home later.  We were dumb enough to think that was fun.  And, it was fun.  Made 5 bucks - got to see a movie - my first taste of drunken adults dancing at a country club.

Over the years we would add and subtract a few people to the group.  That was all there was to that.  Later in H.S. we would use the name Saints at times.  That seemed good.  Several of our local h.s. band fellow members played with us.  We didn't use music.  Had none.  

You may have to think about this for a moment.  One of our band members was Frank Lawlis.  He would play the bass fiddle when Jim played trombone.  There is a guy on TV who does the psychology shows - I forget his name Dr. what's his name -- Oft times he goes out in the audience to talk with his his college mentor - Dr. Frank Lawlis.  touch of fame there.

One time we were hired to play for a dance at the local rodeo.  We knew lots of songs and people could dance to our stuff.  Rodeo Dance.  An Experience.  Well, some folks thought we might not be fully okay - bunch of high school kids.  So, they hired this local guitar playing man to play with us.  We were not consulted before hand.  He was a country guitar player.  Only songs he knew were country and western - all in the keys of E or B.  For those uneducated in this, those are tough keys.  Lots of sharps.  We were (pardon the expression) Classically Trained musician.  He wasn't.

His big song was the Sheik of Araby.  I had never heard of it before the dance;  I knew it by the end of the night - in the key of E.  Couldn't tell you how the audience enjoyed the dance music.  We boys had a good time - and so did the Sheik.  The guitar player?  not so much.   He never did call us back and offer to go on tour.  That was okay; we were in h.s. and couldn't leave town anyway.

An extra aside here = Levelland had a strong population of Baptist and Church of Christ members.  They had a pretty good strangle hold on the town.  Our school never had dances.  Dancing was not allowed.  However, during my Junior year (Jim & Doc's senior year) protesters sponsored a dance at the new hotel downtown.  It was quite scandalous.  We didn't have one the next year.  Our group, the Saints, played for the dance splitting time with a local h.s. rock group, the Sparkles.  I think the Sparkles are still performing out there at local taverns.  

We were able to play a 4 hour dance.  One of my favorite stories about that night - - as with most groups, we'd play some song and then take individual solos to stretch the music out longer.  We had this rock-type riff that we played early in the show.  Play the riff, take a solo; play the riff, someone else makes up a solo;  and so forth.  The kids (hs dancers) kept coming back up and asking us to play the song again.  We did, of course.  Who doesn't like getting requests?  It turns out that our riff that we made up had been recorded by some name group - Nowadays they call it Tequila.  We didn't know.  But the audience did.   Play it again, Sam.

During Jim and Doc's last couple of years in high school, they somehow met up with this Sonny West character.  He was an Elvis almost look alike - actually a lot different looking, but the same type of snear.  Sonny had a lead guitar player named Buddy Smith.  I do not have the slightest idea what happen to him after Sonny quit working with Jim & Doc.  Buddy was a terrific guitar player.  Sonny pretty much played rhythm guitar.  All of this was done in Levelland, which is located 30 miles west of Lubbock.  They usually rehearsed at Doc's house.  Doc's mom was the local dance teacher (ballet, tap, etc.) so she had a fairly large facility for them to use.  It had a low ceiling, but that just made the music better and louder.

During that time, they recorded Rock-Ola-Ruby and some other songs.  It was released on a 45 rpm record.  Sonny used his recordings as demonstrators to sell his original songs to other performers.  Yes, he had dreams of making the big time and selling a million records.  None of his own records sold that much.  A couple of his songs did quite well with other performers.  Buddy Holly did a couple of his songs.  Sonny eventually was put in the Rockabilly Hall of Fame for his writing.  Now that is note worthy.

Sonny's group performed in the area several times.  Back then, many small town local movie theaters would put on a stage show sometimes between feature films on Friday or Saturday nights.  Different bands would perform.  "Battle of the Bands"   I never played for any of these shows, but attended a couple as I rode along with Jimmy and helped Doc set up his drum set....nowadays, I would have been a roadie.

As a side thought. They recorded at a studio in Clovis, New Mexico  - at the Norman Petty studio.  Norman Petty was a known professional jazz organist whose recording of  "Mood Indigo" seemed to be a big deal ... I knew it at the time.  Played it for my dances ... on accordion / piano.

Now this next part I cannot verify - Apparently, Norman was not always a nice person.  People would record in his studio - tapes and vinyl - and Norman would put his name on the recording as a co-writer.  He'd get the performers to sign contracts before recording.  I'm not sure of the details.  It is just something I've heard.  More Money.  Most area bands were just so glad to be recording, they never quite figured out that he was messing with them.  It is my understanding that Buddy Holly and the Crickets recorded out of that studio.  I do not know if Sonny West had any problems with Petty.

I recorded two songs with them.  I will try to remember the names of the songs.  Sonny, Buddy, Jim, Doc, and me on piano.  He brought in 3 local high school girls as backup singers.   Tilghman, Tyler, and Beck ---- Betty Tilghman, Sandra Tyler, and Betty Beck.  They did a good job as back up doo-wops.  The recording session lasted most of the day in Clovis.  I remember a couple of nonsense things - Norman Petty was a really friendly guy to us - and helpful with suggestions.  To make Doc's snare drum sound better, he had Doc beat on a cardboard box.  It made a good sound for the recording - you couldn't tell it was a box, which says a lot for the snare drums in those days. 

During one break, I did start playing Mood Indigo.  Norman Petty looked up from behind the glass and broke into a smile.
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Now this is just another bit.  Most songs were written in the keys of E or A.  Apparently, those are easier keys for the guitar. Since most of these guitar players were playing "by ear," one key was just as good as another especially if it laid well on the guitar.  As a piano player, I was raised playing in Bb, F and C - cause those are the easiest for inexperienced piano players - no sharps or major flats to speak of.   I had fits getting the rockabilly boogie type bass line going in the key of E.  It was good for me to play in that key though ... great experience.  They gave me an 8 bar piano solo in one of the songs.  I played primarily a chord progression on that solo - absolutely nothing to brag about - if you ever find that record, I missed one chord on the final recording.

Doc was an excellent drummer for the time.  I believe it comes naturally to some people.  He played well and kept time great.  Many drummers can't seem to keep time straight.  Doc was good - a barrel of laughs - and ready for about anything.  After high school, I believe he went to Hardin Simmons Univ in Abilene - He eventually ended up in Denver as a EMT.  Emergency Medical Technician - ambulance etc.  His wife Bonnie still lives in Denver.  Her maiden name was Bonnie Brooks.  Back then, she was a perfect fit for Doc - fun loving - full of energy.  My brain is failing me here, Doc is not his given name.  He had a regular given name - which I should remember.  Nobody called him anything except Doc.

Jim's slap bass playing - it was the style and self learned.  Nobody taught him how.  He did not have an expensive string bass (bass fiddle).  The slapping would mess up his right hand.  He learned to cover his right hand fingers with tape or band-aids to keep the blisters from forming.  Regarding Jim's bass playing, he had a good ear and knew where the appropriate notes were found on the bass.  He played the right notes for the chords.  I have seen other bass players who just slapped around and made noise - Jim's noise was actually music.  We both had been trained to read music and hear right notes.   

Later when we traveled for some jobs, he would put that big ole bass over the front & back seats of the car, letting the neck extend into the front seat.  There wasn't much room for humans in the car after the bass went inside.    During 1963 I bought a big Pontiac, and we carried the bass inside the trunk of the car - much safer.
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When Jim & Doc went off to college, that pretty much ended their time with Sonny.  After my recording session, Sonny found a better piano player which was fine.  I can't remember the guy's name.  Strange kid from somewhere back east who was living with his Levelland uncle, a chiropractor - but he could play piano ... lot better than me.  I was jealous.

Now for a couple of things you had in your first note.  [remember that I am writing to a guy in Spain]  Jim played trombone, not sax.   He was a terrific trombone player.  I still have the trombone in my garage.  I was the trumpet player of the bunch.  When we had certain songs and extra people, we would play our horns more than the bass and piano. 

I wish I could give you more Sonny West info.  I will look for photos & the record.  I have a lot of stuff in storage since I am getting older and running out of space in my house to keep treasures.  As I get older, I talk too much.  You may have noticed that old guys can ramble and ramble.  That's me.

One of the things I remember about Jim and Doc.  They played pinball daily.  I believe they had a skill here too.  If I come up with something else, I'll let you know.   Got questions?   I may know the answer.  May not.
Mike mtz "