The Defecator In Chief, Ourselves and #METOO!

“Feminism…is not ‘women as victims’
but women refusing to be victims.”
Gloria Steinem, The Trouble With Rich Women

Those of you who have followed me over the years and read my posts may notice there is no photo in this blog post. I would love to have a photo of Donald Trump on this post but I’m not willing to be sued for copyright infringement and line his greedy pockets just to have his ugly face on this post. Come to think of it, why would anyone want to see his face?

“You know, it really doesn’t matter what they write as long as you’ve got a young and beautiful piece of ass. But she’s got to be young and beautiful.”–Donald Trump, 1991

I’m not young and beautiful. I am old and tired and I’m fed up with Donald Trump’s face and mouth. This week he flubbed dealing with the deaths of four service men and defamed the character of Frederica Wilson who is a United States Representative. When his defamation wasn’t enough, General John Kelly jumped on the Trump defamation train to add his voice. They should both be ashamed of themselves but they are not. The worst thing they did was to deflect the conversation away from sexual harassment and sexual abuse that ALL women in America deal with in some form or another every single day.

“You could see there was blood coming out of her
eyes, blood coming out of her wherever.”
–Donald Trump about Megyn Kelly
(because she didn’t let him off the hook with her questions).

Where we should have a leader, we have a mysogynist who openly talked about grabbing women by the pussy. He has publicly attacked many women verbally and that is sexual abuse. For example he said about Arianna Huffington that she was unattractive both inside and out and that he felt her husband made a good decision when he left her for a man. I think Arianna is a beautiful woman inside and out and that stands up for women over and over again.

“We need feminism because degrading phrases like “walk of shame” are commonplace in our social vocabulary, yet these are only applied to women; whereas men in the same situation are praised by their peers and seen as nothing more than ” a guy who got lucky”, by the rest of society.”
Miya Yamanouchi, Embrace Your Sexual Self: A Practical Guide for Women

Throughout my life I have listened to men say things that are supposed to be funny but are not but I laughed going along to get along. Blonde jokes, women driver jokes, women and their appearance jokes–you’ve heard them all too. I’ve heard veiled comments that men would NEVER say to another man. I stood there silently and said nothing. I’m through with being silent. I’m through with letting jokes about women be OK with me. I’m through with not speaking up and out. The time has come for me and many other women and men.

“They’s a time for sitting still and praying
the wind blow over you,
and they’s a time to rise up and face the storm.”
Lalita Tademy, Red River

Here are some of the debasing things that I’ve personally heard (this is not ALL I’ve heard or experienced):

When I lost a lot of weight, a man in our family said,
“Look behind you; I think I found it.”


When I went to a job interview with a doctor looking
for an office nurse, “Come on. Relax. Drink
some wine and we can really get
to know each other.” I didn’t drink
and didn’t get the job.


“I’d never have sex with you. That would
be like grinding up a great steak
to make hamburger.” (another doctor)


“She said, fuck me and make it hurt. So I
hit her with a brick and fucked her.”


“You know if you would lose some weight
I might be interested in being with you.”


Putting his loaded gun on his desk, my
Boss said, “Now let’s talk.”


“I’m the best fuck you could ever
have. I’m willing to fuck you,
if we hurry. I’ve got things to do.”


“You can’t be a good Life Coach.
You are too fat to be good for anything.”
(That was recently on Twitter)

Between the horror of Puerto Rico and the Virgin Islands, the deaths of those four men in Niger and many others dying on foreign soil, the Russians invading our voting booths and social media, the legislators raping our medical system and tax code to line their pockets and the tearing down of women’s rights our President has plenty to talk about and has an obligation to work on for our country. Instead, he chooses to open his vile and horrible mouth and defecate on each and every person in America with the vilest words being about women.

“People may not realize the damage that they are
doing by placing the blame on the victim ~
but that doesn’t lessen the
damage that they cause by doing it.”
Darlene Ouimet

I am not sure Donald Trump realizes the damage he is doing. How can any of us be sure of anything he says or does?  Sadly, even if he does realize the damage he is doing, I don’t think he cares who or what he hurts in the process. He seems to be totally lacking empathy and concern for our country as a whole. It seems his only concern is himself.

When someone tells you who they are,
believe them; the first time.
–Maya Angelou

We knew these things about him before he was elected: he is a liar, mysogynist, cheater, abuser, bully, money grubbing egotistical creep. He bragged about using other people’s money to line his pockets and seldom spending his own money. We knew he promised glibly things he would never and had no intention of delivering. Yet enough Americans voted against their own best interests and put him in the White House.

“We mute the realization of malevolence-
which is too threatening to bear –
by turning offenders into victims themselves
and by describing their behavior
as the result of forces beyond their control.”
Anna C. Salter, Predators: Pedophiles, Rapists,
And Other Sex Offenders

We have a malevolent man in the White House. I know that those who voted for him thought he would do good things (I’m trying to understand how this is possible) but he is doing nothing good and a whole lot bad. The forces of our government are not beyond our control. We do not have a direct path to force him out of our government but we do have some tools we can use.

  • We can stay aware
  • We can support each other
  • We can call and call and call our legislators
  • We can write and write and write our legislators
  • We can protest
  • We can vote out those who will do nothing and who support the horror show in Washington DC
  • We can quit excusing bad behavior
  • We can quit laughing at brutal, sexual jokes
  • We can support and love each other

The Amazing World Of Physics

“In the beginning there was nothing, which exploded.”
― Terry PratchettLords and Ladies

“Nothing happens until something moves.”
― Albert Einstein

“Our civil rights have no dependence on our religious opinions
any more than our opinions in physics or geometry…”
― Thomas JeffersonThe Statute Of Virginia For Religious Freedom

I have a problem.  There is too much to know in our lives and not nearly enough time to learn it.  No matter how deeply I delve into knowing about something or anything there is still more to know and more to learn and not nearly enough time.

I had a long busy night at work and have been awake about half an hour but already I am quickly delving into learning about physics.  Isn’t that what you do on a quiet, sunny, Sunday?  I wish my brain would consume physics more easily but it does not and just about the time I think I understand one thing another thing bumps in and I understand nothing.

What I do understand is that exploring the depths or even shallows of thoughts about things I have no real understanding or grasp of excites me.  For that reason, I love TED Talks.  In today’s email there is a talk that explains the history of our world in 18 minutes.  Yes, I know that’s a long time.  After all in the opening song of the Big Bang Theory they explain the entire history of the Universe in much, much less time.

So today, if you are the least bit curious about the Universe or World around you, I’m offering up three treats I discovered this morning.

First is the website Physics For Idiots.  Wow!  Check it out; there’s stuff there you didn’t even know you didn’t know. What an amazing site with lots to discover and learn and yet….yet….I still do not grasp even these fundamentals.

Second, I made an amazing discovery!  The song for the Big Bang Theory that we hear weekly on television is about 24-25 seconds long.  That’s not the amazing part.  I went looking for a link to share the song with you and discovered there’s much more to the song with the FULL explanation of the Universe and our world.  It takes a full ONE minute and EIGHTEEN seconds!

Third, is the really intriguing TedTalk that started all of this physics studying.  Really cool with great illustrations.

So I offer you, not only the website Physics for Idiots but also the full and complete short version of the history of the Universe and our World:

And there is Long but very interesting if somewhat more complex history of the Universe and our World:

It turns out there is a longer 2 hour version on YouTube but I didn’t watch.  I have a lot of knitting to do to get ready for Christmas.

How To Build A Bomb


“Simplicity, patience, compassion.

These three are your greatest treasures.

Simple in actions and thoughts,
You return to the source of being.

Patient with both friends and enemies,

You accord with the way things are.

Compassionate toward yourself,

You reconcile all beings in the world.” 

― Lao Tzu

Today on Facebook my friend Annette Naber, pointed out that as much as she passionately cares about so many political and social injustices around the world, there is not much she as an individual human being can do to right these wrongs.  She can however keep bringing beauty and light and love and compassion to those around her.  Just one quick look at her blog, Beauty Along The Road, and you will see that she has great talent and great ideas.

I started thinking about what she said and realized that lately I’ve let myself get sidetracked into joining the tirades and messages.  Most of them are very meaningful and very well-intentioned but I came to realize today that I’ve let myself be dragged back into the fray of fighting against things that bother me than championing for what I really care about.  The lesson I’ve been learning is that championing for my passions actually makes more impact and I feel better about myself.

So, once again, I’m going to talk to you about what I love and care about.  Love.  You. Peace. Harmony. Yarn. Knitting. Crocheting. Really good music.

You didn’t really think I was going to teach you how to build a bomb did you?

Check out: Don’t Move

The Greatest Prayer


“The greatest prayer is patience”
The Buddha

We live in a world where things can happen so quickly that when things happen at a natural pace we become frustrated, irritable and may even feel overwhelmed.  When I look at the intricacies of mandalas like the one above, I am reminded of two things.  First, it took a long time for that azalea bush to grow to form such beautiful perfect flowers that I just had to take a photo.  Second, it took just a few seconds on my computer to turn that photo into this beautiful mandala.

I was getting so frustrated with the house hunting for Beth and her family because there is a really tight supply of houses right now in North Bend. . . unless you are buying a home and then they are like fleas on dogs in the Oklahoma summer!  Most of the houses for sale are very expensive and to my Oklahoma mind are way over-priced.  Our beautiful home in the woods would not sell in Oklahoma for what we paid for it here in North Bend even after all the remodeling and landscaping.  But we bought our home because is was so perfect for us that the moment we first saw in as we pulled into the driveway way, the first thing David said was, “Now that’s what I call a retirement home.”  It doesn’t get much better than that!

In our looking for a place for Beth and her family to rent our goals was the house would be a real home.  The goal for us was to create a chance for them to start over and love where they live so much that just living life is a blessing. We stumbled across the fact that there are some older, smaller homes for sale that no one is really looking at buying because the big, fancy, mini-mansions being built all over town for $500K and up is what everyone is trying to buy.  We are going to look at a smaller house today that is older and we can afford.  It is really cute inside and we can make it cute outside too.

So, I’m keeping my fingers crossed for a win-win and going to try the greatest prayer on for size as we navigate this new idea.

Now for a little “Home Sweet Home”
by some fellas from David’s original homeland:

Water Your Own Grass

“You may think the grass is greener
On the other side, but if you take
The time to water your own grass
It would be just as green.”

“The grass is always greener over the septic tank.”
–Erma Bombeck

Red Rhododendren in our front yard.

Red rhododendron in our front yard.


You say, “You are so lucky!”
And I say, “Yes I am.”
You say, “You have so much!”
And I say, “Yes I do.”

You say, “I wish I had as much as you.”
And I say, “You can. Just ask for it
And work for it as long as it takes.”
Luck, like life is what you make it.

I try not to be irritated when others suggest that the life I have is totally a matter of luck.  It negates my hard work.  It negates my vision of what I wanted in this life.  It implies that perhaps I don’t deserve it or that if chance had been kinder to them I would be the one doing without what I want in life.

What I can tell you about how I came to be so lucky and have the things in my life I wanted is that I asked for them, I planned for them and I worked really, really hard for them.  I made my own luck.  My life continues to be joyful and bountiful and beautiful.  My life is what it is because I put forth the effort; I asked for what I wanted and I expected to be able to provide the energy to have the life I wanted.

Someone told me that God would give them what they needed and that it was not right to ask for what you want.  This may be but my gut feeling is that when Jesus said, “Ask and you shall receive” he did not stutter, he did not waver, he did not say, “Maybe you’ll get what you need and want and maybe you won’t.”  He said, “Ask and you shall receive”.

So when I ask, I ask for precisely what I want.  Then I work hard to make it happen with the resources I have.  It may take some time and certainly takes a lot of my personal effort but I generally get exactly what I asked for.  I do not expect someone else to just hand it to me on a platter, however.  I expect I may even have to make the platter before I give it to myself..  There is no luck involved in getting lucky in life.

For Beth

Katy and Glenda Swinging

Katy and Beth Swinging

I’m going to check out of this bourgeois motel,
push myself from the dinner table and say,
“No more Jell-o for me, mom!”
–Michael Fitzsimmons,
Peggy Sue Got Married

“Twenty years from now you will be more disappointed by the things that you didn’t do
than by the ones you did so. So throw off the bowlines.
Sail away from the safe harbor. Catch the trade winds in your sails.
Explore. Dream. Discover.”
–Mark Twain

Well.  The truth of the matter is that there really is always room for Jello and it actually tastes pretty good but there’s not much to recommend it nutritionally.  It’s just a nice bit of cool fruitiness on the tongue that is especially nice on a hot day or after a too rich dinner or just when you need to feel like a kid again.  The problem is, that there is no substance in Jello.  It is quickly gone and you have nothing to show for having it other than brief taste, calories and sugar.  I think that was the point of Michael Fitzsimmons rant.  It’s OK but it is really nothing and he really wanted something.

When you begin to approach the last 30 or 40 or 50 years of your life, you begin to think about what you have done and the meaning of Life, the Universe and Everything.  It’s harder than you would think to live a life without regrets.  As Old Blue Eyes would say, “I’ve had a few”. However, I can say that every time I’ve followed the advise of Mark Twain and thrown off the bowlines, sailed away, reached beyond my expectations, explored, dreamed, and been bold and determined, I have always succeeded and learned and grown and been glad I took the chance.

There is a question going round the internet, “What would you do if you knew you could not fail?”  I, for one, would never attempt anything if I knew I could not fail.  It is the challenge of the possibility of failure and succeeding even when the odds are against you that really puts the spring in my step. Boldly going where no man has gone before?  That’s my cup of tea!

Some of the big things I regret aren’t the things themselves but rather why I did them.  What I never regret is being bold and stepping up and saying, “Hey, I can do that!”  I’ve been told by many that I’m too bold.  I’m too much.  I am to0 independent.  Tough to hear but let me just say right now, “I’m just right and if I want to continue being bold, push away from the table and say, no to Jello, that’s exactly what I will do.” Life is more fun if you live it like you mean it and I will continue along that way so when I look back there are fewer regrets.

On the other hand
Jello is a nice little treat.

Unseen Beauty

Storm of Stars in the Trifid Nebula: NASA/JPL-Caltech/UCLA

Storm of Stars in the Trifid Nebula: NASA/JPL-Caltech/UCLA

“Dwell on the beauty of life.
Watch the stars, and
see yourself running with them.”
― Marcus AureliusMeditations

Somedays, I feel like Garrison Keillor.  It’s a beautiful day in North Bend, Washington.  I awoke to a brilliant sunny day with heavy dew glistening all around.  The very air around here feels soft, comforting and slightly warm. Yet, when the breeze goes by there’s a reminder that it is not quite fully spring here.  The amazing bounty of nature here, means that when a warm sunny day comes along, everything explodes.  I have hundreds of pink and white Camilla blossoms all around the yard and the ornamental weeping cherry trees are starting to blossom.  Even our poor beleaguered cherry tree that lost some branches our first winter here is opening a few dangling white blossoms.  The whore red rhoddie in the front yard is opening up to welcome spring and the spiders are beginning to make webs and I’m trying very hard to accept their presence in my life.

I went to the meditation garden this morning and quietly let the world surround me and felt the Universe opening inside.  What a great blessing life is.  Our cold dreary winter is giving way to the abundance of life more visible in spring although it surrounds us always.

I’ve always loved spring even when I lived in Oklahoma.  Yes, we were always on the verge of disaster from the violent thunderstorms, hail and tornadoes, but still the awakening of life that is spring was marvelous.  I remember a particular spring day in Oklahoma when I was going to work at Norman Clinic and the sky was a perfect blue with just a handful of powder puff clouds floating lazily around.  I looked up to admire the sky and clouds and a soft little breeze brushed my cheek.  I must have sighed out loud because an elderly gentleman walking by smiled at me and said, “Yes, this is it.  Our perfect day.”

We don’t always see or appreciate the beauty around us, although, it is always there.  So for today I’m going to be aware of the beauty and glory and wonder of it all.

Here’s to A Perfect Day


Here’s a video of astounding, unusual beauty.

How Many Problems Do You Have?

Mollie in younger cleaner times.

Mollie in younger cleaner times.

“The problem is not that there are problems.
The problem is expecting otherwise and
thinking that having problems is a problem.”
― Theodore Rubin

Some days things go so great you can’t imagine why you thought you had any problems.  Other days things go very differently and you feel overwhelmed with problems.  I come from a very strong Christian background and a lot of my family and friends talk about giving it all up to God.  Well I have yet to live in a house where God does the laundry, washes the dishes, or cleans up the goofy little dog who is having a lot of diarrhea and spreading it wherever she goes.

I was so upset today with this that I started railing at the Universe (call if God if you want).  Here’s the conversation we had:

“What next to keep me from writing?” I moaned out loud.
“Why nothing.  The dog’s shit doesn’t keep you from writing.”
“But it is all over the place and a big mess.  I can’t write with that!” I was sure this was a valid point.
Not so.  The answer was, “You keep you from writing.  The dog can’t change how her butt is leaking all over the place.”
“But this is a mess.  I can’t write with this mess.”
The Universe answered, “Then clean it up.”
“But I want to write.”
“Then write.”

I even checked the app on my phone to see if there was any chance David was on his way home.  He left an hour ago for an all day advenutre but might have turned around. But of course he didn’t. So I bathed the dog and clipped a bunch of hair that was disgustingly matted with her fecal discharge and then cleaned up the sink, cleaned up the sofa, cleaned up the carpet, stripped the bed and took a shower.

And then I wrote. It was marvelous.

So the dog wasn’t the problem after all.

You think you have problems?  How many?  99?

Watch this video about 99 problems.




Bluegrass Underground


“Folks, a lot of you have requested that
we play “Somewhere Else,”
but I’m sorry, we don’t know that one.”

–John Flynn

I love PBS.  When I was much younger we always referred to it as the educational chanel which wasn’t terribly hip.  Then I became a mom and as much as I hate to admit it, sometimes you just need something to get your child’s attention other than you.  So, Lorien and Ray watched a lot of Sesame Street and other kids shows on PBS.  Then I discovered that there were a lot of great shows on PBS.

I remember all the “Mystery!” shows, a lot of the “Masterpiece Theatre” shows and loved “All Creatures Great And Small”.  Then there was “Austin City Limits” which at the time played a lot of the music I loved including Willie Nelson, some bluegrass bands and even some rock stars and jazz and blues.

Recently I saw an advertisement for “Bluegrass Underground”.  I really didn’t know what to expect but Bluegrass is my favorite music, followed by blues, ragtime, ballads and jazz. The movie “O, Brother” brought bluegrass music into the minds of many who had never heard it and so there has been a revival of sorts of folks interested in bluegrass music.  But I digress.

“Bluegrass Undergound” is literally bluegrass music played underground. Here is the introduction to the show:

“The Cumberland Caverns are a 3.5 million-year old, 32-mile long system. The entry to the Volcano Room passes a waterfall & sparkling pool. Over 300-ft. deep, the venue has a 40-ft. ceiling and is nearly acoustically perfect. Musicians and guests alike marvel at the look & sound and a truly eclectic gathering of authentic Americana, Roots and Bluegrass acts make up the Bluegrass Underground series.”

What a great show!  We’ve got a bunch of them recorded and tonight we watched The Allison Brown Quartet.

If you love really great, fun music, check out “Bluegrass Underground”.

Onto The Next Adventure

Me doing the paperwork for our new A-Line Chalet Travel Trailer

Me doing the paperwork for our new A-Line Chalet Travel Trailer

David and I have always loved to drive and travel and talk.  We solve all the World’s problems and occasionally share the answers. . . for what that’s worth.

Lately we have both been aware of a need to get on about our adventures and discover more while we still can drive about.  So, today we went to the Seattle RV Show with the intent to look at our choices in small trailer campers that would be easily towed by our Chevy Traverse to help us take several mini-vacations throughout the year as well as to take a couple of long road trips each year.  We wanted to be able to take advantage of camping in US Forestry Services campgrounds without having to lay on the ground in a tent.  We also have gotten rather tired of the Motel scene which varies from nice to slightly better than sleeping in the car.  So off to the show we went.

We saw some great possibilities there among the old reliable standbys.  Finally we got the list down to two possible choices. First,  a little tear drop trailer–T@B— that came in a dizzying array of colors from bright turquoise to candy apple red (my favorite). But David couldn’t stand up in the trailer and he kind of pissed off the salesman when he called it a “Barbie travel trailer.”  Second (the one we bought) is a Chalet trailer.  Not only is it cute–not Barbie cute but cute enough–and David can stand up inside.  The best part is that it has a low enough profile that we will be able to store it in the garage instead of paying for storage someplace else.

So, coming soon, to a forest park near no one in particular, David, Glenda, Mollie and Lucy.  More adventures for us.