Grrrr……

I am not a happy email camper. Something has happened over the last day or two and I am no longer able to send email via my email client for my main email account. I can still receive mail (POP), but I cannot send. I’ve yet to find Captain Zero’s magic decoder ring solution to the issue. I’ve changed the port from 25. I’ve tried different clients. I’m about to try standing on my head while wiggling my toes and singing Yankee Doodle. Something’s rotten in the state of SMTP.

I have found that I can send and receive if I use the Internet webmail page for the provider of the POP and SMTP services that I use for this main email account. But it is crude and rude. Of course I can still send and receive emails though my gmail, yahoo, and hotmail accounts.

I’m not sure what is happening, but I am suspicious. About the time that it quit working, there was an update from Microsoft.

On other fronts…

The younger G called us early this week to tell us that he is accepting the new position in Canada. He is not scheduled to begin the new position until after the first of the new year. I may be making some trips with him between now and then to scout out apartments and to assist with his move. I’ve been snooping around doing research on the company, area, etc. as any Dad would.

The back to the future gig in the hinterlands is this weekend. I am not feeling good about it all. It appears that there has been much more “hype” about it in that local area than I am comfortable with. Can we all say “Ricky Nelson in the Garden”? There are oh so many things that can go wrong.

One afternoon this past week I was surfing channels on the TV. I happened past my favorite Family channel and noted that the movie “Latter Days” was on. I paused to watch for a moment. It was the scene in which the character Christian learns that Aaron has been sent home in disgrace. Christian catches up with Aaron at an airport layover. Their conversation in the snow has always moved me to tears. I only watched the scene until the security guard opens the door for them. I could not watch any more. The movie touches me in the very painfully tender spots of my past. In light of the religiously-motivated bigotry and deception that denied rights in Maine this week, the movie brought on additional emotion. It was, for the moment, too much.

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That’s a wrap.

Sending HUGS to all!

Here are some of musings about yesterday’s off-year election and its results.

I was deeply saddened by the vote in Maine. I have visited Maine often and considered it a most desirable location to live. Each time I was there, spanning even back to the very early 1980’s, I thought I was seeing a very open and tolerant people. Beginning with my visit in 1980 I recall seeing gay persons there not needing to hide who they were. I think I saw my first rainbow flag there.

The right wing is touting the results of the election as a rebuff to President Obama and to the Democratic party. The Democratic leadership is trying to say “Not so much”. I am guessing that the truth is somewhere in between.

Exit polling in most races seemed to indicate that the vast majority of those who voted were not casting their vote either as a signal of approval or disapproval for the President. Other factors decided how they voted. Such polling would appear to support the Democratic position.

But I sense that other factors are in play. These factors have to do with the opinions of those who did not vote and hence would be off the radar of exit polling.

Turnout is generally significantly lighter for off-year elections. Those who vote are those who are geezers like myself who vote in every election no matter what (“Hello. My name is Lemuel and I am election compulsive.”) – OR – they are persons who for whatever reason are energized to vote on a given issue or candidate.

Certainly the Right has been whipping up their base to turn out and vote, and I voted as I have in every election since I was 21, even if it were only to elect the new dog catcher.

But there was no energizing of the other side as there was in the Presidential election one year ago. Voters were just not excited about voting, and voters who are not “election-compulsive” like myself just stayed home.

Why were they not energized? I think that there are two basic reasons: First, a number of such voters do not understand the importance of such off-year and special elections. What happened yesterday may not accurately represent the will of the majority of people, but it will have a ripple effect down the political line. It may not be a good effect. We can pay a steep price for our apathy when we allow someone else to decide for us. Such elections should be a wake-up call for non-voters.

I think that there is another reason that persons did not feel energized to vote. I think a number of those who were energized and who voted last year have come to feel betrayed. This factor needs to be a wake-up call for the Democratic party. Promises made – and promises that (from my perspective) could have been kept – have gone unfulfilled. Health care reform has become mired in attempts to appease those who will not be appeased. Gitmo remains open. “Extraordinary rendition” is still a reality. Those who brought down the economy have been rewarded for their incompetence instead of being held accountable. DADT remains an enforced policy. The most outrageous of accusations go unanswered…

Unless things change and change quickly, I am prepared to see another “perfect storm” in 2010. I see a scenario in which disenchanted voters will be no-shows at the polls and the energized Right will be there in full force. Those of us who are compulsive will be outnumbered, and I think that the President and the Democratic leadership will have only themselves to blame.

To paraphrase a common comment of my college history professor, “they will find themselves standing out on the sidewalk at the corner, scratching their heads, wondering what went wrong.”

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That’s a wrap.

Sending HUGS to all!

I’m actually writing this on Sunday evening. I guess this post is inappropriately named.

So sue me.

The weekend was full of the ordinary, in a sense.

The saga with the stoles continues. We went from plan A – which would not work – to plan B – which had issues – to plan C – which… well, I think you all get the picture. I think we’re up to about plan M. We did take a little “adventure” on Saturday to another nearby town which promised a sewing supply store via the Google. We actually found two. The first did not have what we were looking for, but the owner was very helpful in directing us to the second. Bingo! We had the supplies. But when we got home, we discovered that, although the supplies were what we wanted, they would not work the way we had planned. It is a good thing that I do not have any more hair to pull out.

Along the route that we travel to go back to our previous home area, there is a small car dealer who seems to delight in posting the most ignorant, hateful messages on the changeable-letter sign for his business. Really, some of his stuff moves me to nausea. On my last trip I noticed that he had a number of political signs for the local candidates for this election in the grass around this sign. My thought was that if he supported them, they cannot be on the same side of the issues that I am. Today as we passed the sign, we noted who those candidates were. I will investigate their positions and their careers between now and Tuesday, but my suspicion is that I will find them far removed from my own.

By the way, *VOTE* this Tuesday!! A large number of voters do not consider the “off year” elections to be of any consequence. Nothing could be further from the truth. We need to start at the local level to elect ethical, responsible, and capable persons to every office. Then we need to work so that such persons work themselves up the ladder.

Another task for me for this weekend, while some of you were salivating over Windows 7, was to upgrade the Ubuntu OS’s on my PC’s to the new version just released (9.10 – Karmic Koala*). Long term readers will know that I generally am a champion for the Ubuntu flavor of the Linux OS. I must confess that I was a bit distressed at a couple of changes as I upgraded the first of the PC’s. But with a bit of Googling, I found my answers and I am again a happy Ubuntu camper.

BTW, the total monetary cost of my upgrade was $0. The only cost was in time and effort, and from what I’ve been reading already from Windows 7 installers, my cost (and frustration) there was also less.

*For those of you who may be unfamiliar with Ubuntu releases, there is a fairly consistent naming convention. The release is numbered by the year and month of release. This latest release is 9.10 – released October (10) of 2009. There is usually a silly name attached made up of two words that begin with the same letter. With each release they advance to the next letter of the English alphabet, hence Karmic Koala for this release. There are two major upgrades each year: one in April and one in October.

I just know that some of you were simply dying to know that!

Next weekend I have another gig in my former life. It will be “back to the future” in more ways than one. I have been invited back to one of my former haunts in the hinterlands to speak at an anniversary service. If they knew what I expect to say to them, they’d already be warming up the tar and gathering the feathers. Maybe they are anyway. I’ve been seeing some black smoke arising over the mountains. Part of the message will be about the need to change and the need to be open to others who are different. In some parts of them thar hills, them’s fightin’ words.

Well, I guess that’s all for this early edition of Mondayne. Have a great week everyone!

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That’s a wrap.

Sending HUGS to all!

In the midst of the nightmare and circus that is Washington, the good news this week was the passage of the Shepard/Byrd Hate Crimes legislation. It was good to at least see some positive movement in the direction of protecting people from such crimes.

I must confess to you all that I was not as bad as I intended expected to be this week. I had figured from some hints that the other guy would not show. I did at least grab a cup of coffee from MickeyD’s while there. Other details are not important here. Suffice it to say that I am convinced that it is as much a part of Family DNA to stand people up as it is to design.

Speaking of design, the work on the stoles continues to progress. As of now, each of the new stoles has been sewn in terms of the basic plain stole. I ran into a snag on Thursday when I realized that the initial artwork design for the one was obviously too small. When I revised the artwork, I needed some other supplies that I could not locate in the area. I think I know a store in which I can find what is needed but it is an hour away. We are currently on hold in the hopes of securing the supplies.

Two of my dessert creations were a hit with Mrs. G this week: pineapple upside down cake and a banana-blueberry loaf with crumb topping. Both recipes used standard off the shelf mixes as a basis and just added a bit of a twist. She liked them anyway.

We received the estimates this week on some home improvement projects for which we sought bids. Of the four “phases” of work, we will only proceed with two: insulation and attic stair replacement. They are important to energy use as well as safety and for a number of reasons it is more cost effective to have contractors do the work. The bids for the other two were *way* out of line! We will be looking for alternatives for those projects.

In preparation for the the work that is to be done, I spent one day this week in the attic moving all the “stuff” into one half of the space. The workers will complete the one half and then I will reverse the action, moving everything to the completed space so that the workers can finish the job. I am about six inches too tall to stand erect in the attic [I just *had* to express it that way! ] and to stand stooped over is a killer on my back. I took an old office chair (on casters) up to the attic. Sitting on it, I wheeled myself and the boxes from one side to another. It was somewhat like being on a funhouse ride.

Channeling my inner Lez, I took advantage of a Homo Improvement Store program to turn in an old drill for a coupon off a new lithium-ion one. I had an old battery-powered one that never really worked and I was glad to get rid of it. I like the new one.

I also got rid of some other items that have been cluttering up the place. Yesterday afternoon (Thurs.) I took the items to a local charity that sells such things in their thrift shop. Two TV’s that were in good working order, but that we did not need or use. A single bed frame. A desk lamp. A set of cooking pots. A coffee table “inherited” from my parents. Unfortunately I could probably make a trip like this every week for a year and still have items to go.

Have a great weekend!

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That’s a wrap.

Sending HUGS to all!

via the Cajun:

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Sending HUGS to all!

There’s not much to report from this weekend.

We had some high winds and heavy rains through Saturday, but Sunday was a picture perfect autumn day. We are nearing the peak of color here at Lake Gonebelow.

One benefit of the storm was that we noticed that the new satellite dish was true to the installer’s claim that it would not lose the signal often. During the storm we did not lose the signal at all. The image never even pixellated.

Speaking of storms, we watched The Perfect Storm on Saturday night. Neither Mrs. G. nor I had ever seen it. It was on one of the “commercial” channels. I was a bit surprised at the ending. I also had a chuckle from the one line in the movie spoken by one of the Coast Guard: “They always come from Gloucester!” I think I may add that to my repertoire.

On Saturday we stopped by the local crafting chain stores. The one was having major sales on autumn-themed items. (They were clearing out their stuff to have room for the Christmas items.) We walked out with some very nice autumn pillar candles and accessories (which we also supplemented with items from the local Dollar Store) for cheap.

All in all, with the laid back weekend, it turned out to be a fairly “crafty” weekend. I printed out family crests and framed them in a frame I bought on sale at the craft store.

I also worked on making two liturgical stoles (red and Advent blue). I had bought the material this summer. I designed the symbols via the computer and transferred them to special cloth that you can print via the computer as well. I may enhance them with some gold embroidery thread. Yesterday I cut out the cloth and the sizing for the stoles themselves from patterns that I made. I have the cloth pinned and ready for sewing. I could sew it myself, but Mrs. G. will do a better job.

Today I am off to meet with the property committee of the church we attend. The heat for the building is controlled by a computer program that no one understands how to use. They are asking me to take a look-see to help them figure it out.

I may have a story to tell of my “less righteous” adventures tomorrow, but we’ll wait until the end of the week to see if any real plot unfolds or if we are just talking fantasy.

Have a great week.

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That’s a wrap.

Sending HUGS to all!

We had purchased an LCD TV a bit ago after our younger son asked if we thought that our TV was blurry. Here, we thought it was just a result of geezer eyes.

We finally upgraded our [satellite] TV receiver this week to HD. When I initially investigated upgrading the receiver to HD, I was given some erroneous information and so I delayed. Recently I investigated the situation more thoroughly and gave it the green light. The tech was here on Thursday and did a great job.

In previous posts I have commented on appreciating the music of Tom Goss. I also saw him perform at our local Pride. I had emailed him a while ago to comment on how much I liked his song Lover. Recently he returned my email. It was a personal email, not an automatically generated one. I thought that was sweet. I also learned via a different venue of his involvement in helping the homeless in DC. He will be involved in a fund-raising walk for this cause. If you are interested, you can contribute.

This week I had two contacts via a social networking site. The first was very interesting. It turns out that he lives in the same zip code as I. His initial contact was “upfront” to say the least. His message was a two-word “invitation” to participate in the most intimate of activities. We have not met as yet. The other fellow lives a tad too far away, but appears to be a real sweetheart of a guy.

My previous post of the video of the WWII veteran speaking on behalf of same-sex marriage in Maine really touched me at two points. One was his comment at being asked the question of whether he favored such. His response of incredulity at being asked the question tickled me. His statement that such was the reason he (and others) had fought (and died) in WWII was right on the mark. I also deeply appreciated his comment that he did not fight in order for three of his sons to have rights that one of his sons could not have because of who he is (gay).

If you are not a new reader, you probably know that last week we attended a wedding. The reception was held in a modestly large banquet room of a small country club. As I have found typical for years, the DJ blasted the music at a decibel level that would have been fitting for a football stadium. I have never understood this phenomenon. Having spent thirteen years of my working career in the field of acoustics, I know that this practice is wrong on *so* many levels. It was absolutely impossible to carry on a conversation with the other guests seated at our table.

This morning I read an article that some musicians are incensed that their music, played loudly, was used as a means of torturing prisoners at Gitmo. They are attempting to hold the President’s feet to the fire on his promise to shut this obscenity down by January. Within that article was also a comment about a right-wing group who is opposed to shutting it down. Their response is that the prison is filled with people who hate America and wish to do her harm. HELL-O! If I were held in a prison by anyone for nearly a decade without charge and without legal recourse, I certainly would not feel warm and fuzzy about my captors. If they did not hate America before, I can assure you that they do now. That is only keen perception of the obvious!

My mind reels sometimes. The latest: Those responsible for detouring the troops from Afghanistan to Iraq and for not responding to requests for more troops are publicly critical of the President for not sending more troops to Afghanistan. Those who were conspicuously silent on the warrantless wiretapping and spying on citizens of the last decade are now spreading the fear that President Obama bailed out GM so that onStar in vehicles could be used in Orwellian fashion to track the whereabouts of every citizen. This same person has also theorized that the flu shot is really just a way to implant RFID chips in everyone. To parody the song Signs by the Five Man Electrical Band, “Fear, fear, everywhere a fear! Messing up reality, all I hold dear!”

BTW, is there something in the water in South Carolina? Just askin’.

Sometimes I think I live in a Monty Python world. Only, I think that if I really did, it would be a whole lot more fun.

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Sending HUGS to all!

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Sending HUGS to all!

One of the major themes this weekend must have been Marines. In my Special Weekend Report I noted getting the vapors over one of the groomsmen* at the wedding. On Sunday afternoon after diligently surfing the multitude of channels for something to watch, I settled on the movie Jarhead. It stars Jake Gyllenhaal, a fav since BM. I had read the book a few years ago.

One of the other activities frustrations of the weekend (actually, of Friday afternoon) was contacting the Social Security Administration by telephone. It was a nightmare trying to get through to a living, breathing human being. Once we got through our experience was good. The automated system repeatedly tries to get you to give up on your quest to speak to a human and is at times rude by my standards. There was a sizable error (in our favor) in data and deposits for Mrs. G. I am not sure that it has been rectified even now, so we will continue to hold it in savings for a few months so that we can return it when they come for it.

I can only imagine the frustration of the elderly who have no advocate and who try to use this telephone system. I am sure that a lot of issues go unresolved because the person gives up in anger or confusion.

BTW, we tried calling the local office and they hung up on us in the midst of their automated answering service.

The cold rain has finally left and now it is just a bit more chilly than is normal for this time of year.

I got the princess a different kind of dog food. I had a coupon and with an in-store reduced price the whole bag cost me 49 cents! And she loves the new food, too. Win-win!

Have a great week, all!

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*BTW, I actually found a picture of him on the web. [It does not do him justice.] I googled the name and found him listed on a site dedicated to members of his high school class who had joined the military.

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Sending HUGS to all!

We interrupt this weekend to bring you the following Special Maelstrom Weekend Report.

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There have been a couple of developments since the last Friday Thoughts and I just couldn’t wait until Mondayne to share them with you.

First of all, weather-wise we continue to have nearly constant cold rain. Please note that here at Lake Gonebelow we have had rain. Were you to travel into the hinterlands of our Grand State of Denial, the very lands which bred and birthed this humble blogger, you would have experienced *snow*. One report that I read stated that it is the earliest snow since the very early 1900’s. The trees in these here parts have not as yet fully turned let alone lost their leaves, so a wet heavy snow has been disastrous in places. Given our geography and the amount of rain, I am also fearful of major flooding in some parts.

I received a very nice thank you card for my recent visitation services. It was signed by every member of the council. I was very moved.

The major story on our news front, however, was a wedding that we attended earlier today. The bride was a co-worker of Mrs. G. Overall it was a very nice affair with some very special touches, such as the couple making a donation to a deserving charity in place of buying table favors for the reception, favors that most people would throw away anyhow.

The wedding was held in a church in a small town about a half hour’s drive from Lake Gonebelow. The congregation dates to 1730 and the building to the late 1800’s. The church is well preserved and has gorgeous woodwork and spectacular stained glass windows.

The pastor was a bit too loosey-goosey for Ole Lem, but Lem was willing to give him a break. The pastor joked a lot in his comments that were interspersed throughout the service. He commented about the traditional controversy over putting down the toilet seat. And then he brought it up again. And again. At the fourth toilet seat comment, Lem had decided that this pastor was a bit too fixated on toilet seats.

The bride’s major colors were a deep cranberry and gold. The bridesmaids were beautiful enough, I guess. Ole Lem did not notice them much, except to note how beautiful their dark cranberry gowns were and how flattering the material and the cut of the gowns were on all of them. Now, just where did that come from?!

However the Hunkdar (patent pending by Lem) and regular ‘dar was operating in overdrive. The ‘dar did not produce too many candidates, but the Hunkdar was constantly beeping. Of particular note was one of the groomsmen who was USMC and attired in his dress uniform instead of a tux as were the rest of the appetizers. Cpl. USMC was cute. as. a. button.! Broad shoulders. Illegally narrow waist. Killer eyes, smile, and dimples. The other appetizers were cute too with a wide selection of lions and tigers and bears twinks and bears, o my.

At the reception the DJ announced the party in couples and they entered to rock music. As Cpl. USMC got to the head table with his bridesmaid, the previous groomsmen grabbed his hand and the Cpl did a little jitterbug-dance twirl. O, be still my heart! As the dance music got started after the meal, the Cpl joined a group of the women doing a kind of line dance. Sorry I do not remember the song, but it had more of a rap/rock flavor than a C&W flavor. Later on when about ten of the women were dancing a stroll, the Cpl and another groomsmen joined them. I observed some pretty sharp manuevers by the guy in uniform. He was obviously in his element.

I lost sight of my future ex-husband for a while, but he appeared later and was clearly in the company of one of the other guests – a woman. *sigh*

As we left the reception, he was outside on the portico smoking a cigar.

If he enjoys cigars, perhaps there still is hope.

We now return you to your regularly scheduled weekend.

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That’s a wrap.

Sending HUGS to all!