Thursday, September 22, 2022
I have two Twitter accounts. I call them my Transmitter and my Receiver. On my Transmitter called PensionersRant, I write all my comments, I follow everyone but very rarely read their comments. On my receiver, I rarely write comments, I follow very few and read most of their comments.
Sunday, September 18, 2022
My wife bought a watermelon yesterday and left it on the counter all night. This morning I hear from my wife. "Dear, come look at this, the counter is covered in water. Ther must be something wrong with your coffee machine." I couldn't figure how that could be since I don't leave water in it but just maybe I put water in it yesterday and forgot to make the coffee. So, I told her I would put water in and just let it sit and see what happens. Did that and put some paper towel under the watermelon. Came back twenty minutes later and the towel was soaked. Leaky watermelon not bad coffee machine.
What happens next? I told my wife to return it and get another one. I don't like donating money to a supermarket. Most people would throw out that watermelon. I know they would. Don't want the extra chore, can't be bothered, too much trouble, it's only $3.00 yada, yada, yada. But would you take three dollars from your pocket and throw it in the garbage, I don't think so. People waste money on a daily basis and then complain about their lack of funds. We live in a capitalist system, and they don't even teach in school how to look after your money. When it comes to money, most people are pretty dumb.
My wife thought they would blame it on her, that maybe she broke it and caused the leak. Anyway, she returned it and didn't get another. Some of the other ones were leaking and the rest looked iffy. They took our watermelon and returned it to the pile. Then she bought bananas. Winners, all the way around.
Friday, September 16, 2022
I've been watching the mini-series "The Colosseum". The last show was depicting the time around 400 AD. Watching it made me feel like I was watching the daily news. The similarities were eye opening. Of course, there are vast differences between the eras, but they did speak of a pandemic, rising inflation, food supplies and the thing that got me the most was the pulling down of statues.
can't only be me who wonders if we are on our last legs. Everything seems to be falling apart as it was then. People talk about the end times believing it to be the end of the world. More than likely, it is the end of our times as it was the time for the Romans.
The photos I've included are ones I took while in Rome. What you see is the round arena and the rooms underneath when they kept Gladiators, wild animals and the elevators that would lift them up to the arena. The second photo is the rooms where the Gladiators were housed, crammed in.
Wednesday, September 14, 2022
I only write sound bites. Too much of a good thing could be dangerous and it might lead into a personal opinion. You have to be careful with Facebook hovering. It's members are like vultures. They glare over the written word, waiting for a chance to pounce on personal thoughts. Woe to those who express a personal opinion which disagrees with their outlook on the world, an outlook shaped by the media. Oops! I guess I wandered off my soundbite.
Monday, September 12, 2022
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Thursday, May 26, 2022
to a circus that is and on this my memory is not failing me, fingers crossed. I remember a sunny day, beautiful weather. Of course one only remembers good things happening on fine days. Although a good memory, it also had a crappy aspect to it, the most memorable part. It sticks with me.
Following a vocal crowd I headed for my seat in the Big Top. In circuses all tents are called The Big Top, no matter what the size. Of course I was in the front row like everyone else because good memories are always in the front row which is another thing about memories. I was sitting in the corner seat where all the performers in their rhinestone studded costumes followed by those riding on their animals or driving silly cars passed by on their entrance and exit route.
As their made their circuit around the course and were then exiting, an elephant passed by me and dropped a turd not five feet away. It was large and round and steamy. It reminded me of an end table, without legs of course. I wasn't insulted, I'm sure it wasn't personal. As the cavalcade continued, the turd was ground into the sand. A reminder that no matter how much crap you see, it eventually disappears.
As the Ringmaster, in his high black hat and tails, introduced the performers, my attention was drawn to a girl near me who was spinning on a hanging rope. There were a number of ropes with spinning girls and below each girl was a man spinning the rope. It was like a skipping rope, but sideways. My full attention was focused on the girl nearest to me, actually the couple.
There was nothing special about them except the fact that they were having an argument. As she twirled in her aerial dance routine, he snapped the rope hoping for her to fall. Although quite vocal, no one seemed to pay any attention to the harsh words as they competed with the words of the Ringmaster. Part of their routine, twirl and shout, twirl and shout.
As I think back I can't help but surmise that they were probably a married couple, in their own little bubble, unaware of the other bubbles around them and caring less.