Let’s Make Rooster Stew

            I normally don’t hear the rooster crowing behind us, but his alarm went off this morning at 4:30 and hasn’t stopped.  What is your problem rooster?  No one understands your tantrums. 

            It’s not even a normal “R-R-R’R” crow.  It’s a sick “ul, ul, ul, r . . e”  The rear window was opened a couple of centimeters.  I was looking for a cross breeze to help keep the room cool – not to allow the sounds of a constipated rooster to interrupt my sleep.

            Jenna cracks me up when she impersonates the rooster – translating his crows into English:

 

“Did you see the sun?

Hey, everybody look!

It’s the sun.

When it became dark last night

I didn’t think I would ever see it again.

But look!

There it is!

I can’t believe I have this opportunity to see it again!

Isn’t it amazing!

Look everyone!  It’s the sun!”

The last two morning have been overcast.  Perhaps the bird really is confused.  It's light out but the sun is hidden.

"Where is the sun?

It's light outside but I don't see it

Does anybody know?

Where is the sun?"

I could see the moon through the clouds

It appears lighter in the west than in the east where the sun is rising

This morning he must have been trying to impersonate the overgrown child named Donald Trump:

 

“I expected there would be a million people at my rally.

I was highly disappointed that there were so many empty seats.

There were more empty seats than there were people.

This is the fault of the public schools.

That’s right.  They are teaching their children to hate.

They don’t respect their elders.  They don’t respect their country.

They are making fun of me and I don’t like it.

Whah Whah Whah . . .”

 

Apparently when Trump looks into a mirror, he sees the image of a public school.  What is he even talking about?  His entire campaign was built on hate.

I heard the numbers have dropped on those who will vote for Trump.  Good.  But the alternate?  We have two elderly candidates who both show signs of senility.  My brother thinks Trump as a narcissistic personality disorder.  Some people may be voting for third party and it looks like a huge percentage may not even vote at all. 

Here is Trevor Noah has who has some very informative veiws.  It's helpful to watch the news this way.

            As much as I’m hating that rooster right now, I may vote for him.

Last Sunday

           Last week was nice weather wise.  High was 67 degrees.  I think that is awesome. In the morning I had posted about not having a proper Sabbath.  This was our agenda.

          First of all Roland insisted we watch a movie together.  We do not have Pureflix yet and so he found an old black and white which felt like watching an extended version of a Twilight Zone episode. It was called The Flight that Disappeared. I can see this being a part of the Mystery Science Theatre as well. 

         We were amused with the outside pictured a prop plane while the inside featured a lot more leg room that we had just encountered.  It was back in the day when smoking was still allowed on flights and you could see smoking happen in just about every black and white movie or series there was.  We didn’t notice any restroom stalls – but the movie flight had a lounging area that I don’t believe ever did exist on a commercial flight.

          The stewardesses brought trays to the passengers.  It was hilarious watching them wedge them into provided holes.  I don’t know if that is how trays worked back then.  I wasn’t born until after 1961.

          I don’t know what time we had woken up, but had completed the movie before Sunday Morning came on.  One of the stories featured (here) was this one – I was grateful to see a real life story featuring compassion.  What a remarkable example of loving unconditionally.

           I know I left the TV at some point to read or study something more worthy than vegetating.  I think I will spend the majority of today calling people to see how things are going for them.

The Cost of Freedom

What is freedom?  Ask a 100 people and you may get a 100 answers.  Some people may have provided a different answer last year in regards with how they may answer today.

It’s the 4^th of July, our nations holiday.  It was my late daughter-in-law’s favorite holiday.  I think of that each year since she died. 

Our nation’s white holiday – though I had never viewed it that way before until after my husband and I saw this yesterday on CBS This Morning. Wow.

I had always believed I have an appreciation and understanding of black history.  I am familiar with Fredrick Douglas, Harriett Tubman, Ruby Bridges and Martin Luther King, Jr.  I am familiar with the works of Phyllis Wheatley, Paul Dunbar and Langston Hughes.  I love Langston Hughes.  I’ve had a few black friends over the years that I have never labeled as my “black friends” except for the purpose of this post.  

 As I realize my knowledge of black history and appreciation of their strengths I have noticed many of my own ignorance’s during this bizarre historical year. I don't know what it's like to be pulled over or be discriminated against because of my race.  I don't know what it's like to be watched as though I'm viewed as a potential threat.  And yet have found intolerance of others’ ignorance – which isn’t right.  I suppose each of us have some degree of ignorance – whether it’s race, religion, law enforcement, government . . .

Not too long ago I read this post by Darin Simpson.  I have since read some of his other posts and find I agree with many of his thoughts.  

I don’t view the flag the same as I used to as our country is so torn and the nationalists or Republicans are waving the same flag as the Democrats who are called mask-wearing sheep – though I don’t think everyone who claims to be a Democrat is wearing a mask, nor do I believe all Repulicans are rebelling as though they are all experiencing PMS.

I have freedoms and should be able to smoke wherever I want.  

    And what about the freedoms of the non-smoker? 

I have freedoms and not have to wear a seat-belt when I drive. 

    The seat belt is there to insure your safety should you get into an accident.  I know of more cases where a seat-belt was credited for saving a life than doing harm

I have freedoms and shouldn’t have to vaccinate my child in order to send him to public school.

    Again it’s a safety issue.  I do know of cases where the vaccine has had a negative effect.  There are pros and cons to every issue.  Someone thinks they are gaining a freedom while someone else may view it as costing a freedom.

So it is with the mask wearers and non-supportive mask wearers.  The argument is that we wear as mask to protect other people vs. wearing a mask will make me sick.  Sure – if you wear the same mask all the time.  Infection of false news travels can faster on social media than does the contaminants of COVID19. Wash.  Dispose.  Change the mask more constantly than you change your underwear. 

There’s argument that the government is become a dictatorship to take our freedoms away.  Trump doesn’t wear a mask.  And yet I see him as the Hitler and all his bully followers as Nazis. 

My flag continues to fly in my yard.  It is dull and very faded.  I see it as a symbolic image of this country.  I will take it down in September.  I don’t know when or if it will ever get replaced.  I see more positive feedback and concern than I do the nationalists – but as the direction of our future is uncertain, so is the future of replacing my flag.

Morning Drive

I leave the house between 5:00 and 5:30

before the sun has risen but still light enough to see. 

I will drive Jenna and her friends to the blueberry patch

and drop them off just before six. 

The last few mornings I’ve driven Jenna by herself

 

Occasionally I will see deer. 

Jenna and I spotted one the other day

a young dough trying to push her head through the fence

wanting to get inside but not sure how. 

I have seen a young stag grazing near the shoulder of

the highway imagining that he would return to the fold

and tell all of his friends,

“Yes.  The cars were this close to me, but I wasn’t scared.”

 

Anther young stag who didn’t appear to be in

his right mind staggered across the street

as though he was drunk.  Another young stag still

who waited for me to pass unlike the doe in this post.

 I hadn’t seen that before and marveled that

he would stop and wait like a human who had

been trained to look both ways before crossing.

 

Usually I see a human couple walking along the road

but did not see them this morning. 

The skies appear to be hazy like when

there is smoke in the air not like the clean fog

but perhaps it was fog as the haze disappears

as the sun makes its way across the sky. 

To Glue or Not to Glue . . . More Puzzle Pics

When we were looking at permanent housing while living in the first house we had rented when we first came out to Oregon I thought it would be great to find one with a room we could use as a game room.  It would be nice to have that extra room for putting puzzles together.

The house that we live in does not have the extra room that some of the other housing may have offered.  We talked about turning the back porch into our game room.  Since then Roland has thought it necessary to glue puzzles together so that we can hang them in the game room.  I don’t think it’s necessary to glue them – especially when there is no back room.  And with this COVID thing, other expenses are created and the game room doesn’t even seem to appear on the horizon anymore.  Hey, but we have three puzzles to hang. 

also the pic from this post https://beneaththewraps.blogspot.com/2020/04/charles-wysocki.html

I found some puzzle pictures that I had forgotten about.  Jenna had also sent some over from her tablet.  Some I have posted already, but many I have not.  This one was completed before my birthday

We completed this one just before our trip to New York. 

But let me back up a moment to a panoramic puzzle we had attempted before the one with the bicycle and surf board. 

We started to put it together on the card table but learned that it was just a tad too wide, so did not attempt until later after either Jenna or Roland came across a long board which was laid across the coffee table and we worked on it.

Jenna and I have named many of the shapes to make it easier:  I need a buff man with a club foot, or a pinwheel shape or whatever.  These are some examples:

This is just four examples

Occassionally we would name a piece according to the picture though “Jerry’s caterpillar” is the only example I can think of: 

  We worked on the Panorific sometime between my birthday and two days before we went to New York 

It turned out that Jerry’s caterpillar were two or three paws of two dogs and the space between them. 

certainly not the greatest pic, but the puzzle piece fits in circled area

I think Roland would have glued it if the pieces had been there but two pieces were missing.  Seriously though, we do not have enough wall space for every puzzle that we put together – nor do I wish every puzzle be glued.  

I took several pictures of it trying to capture it all:

Jenna attempted to take this shot of its entirety

I saved my Disney.  Yes, it would be a fun puzzle to look at, and would grow less tired than the other three.  But I would like another opportunity of putting it together.

Jenna took this one

The puffin puzzle was also a fun one because of its crazy shapes. 

We started the project two days before we left for New York.  Roland had also wanted to glue that one, but again, something I would like to put together again. Besides there was a piece missing which both Roland and Jenna said could be fixed, but let us put it together a few times more.  Geez!

I don’t know why Jenna felt impressed to start this puzzle shortly after we returned.

She started at the bottom border and finished only that.  I don’t think she even looked at the puzzle after that.  I think I did most of it.  I know I did all four palm trees, the caption, I started the woman’s dress and face.  Roland hooked her together and I fastened the basket to her head and did most of the housing  and mountains and sky. 

The finished puzzle reminded Roland of a poster that he remembered hanging in his home.  And so we glued that.  Just last night we brought some frames that we can put two of the puzzles in.  I don’t know what we will do with the pictures that came with the frames.  I rather like them.

We were told that the two pictures were from a hotel

This is my favorite of the two

Maybe Jenna will hang them in her room without frames

What Do You Mean Our Flight is Cancelled?

               Quite recently I found this link on friend’s facebook post. 

“Oh, great!” I thought.  Guess which airline carrier we used? We were supposed to come back by way of Atlanta, but Delta isn’t even flying into Atlanta right now.  We stopped in Detroit both coming and going.

          We left the house between 3:30 and 4:00 three weeks ago on Wednesday morning.  I don’t know what time we arrived at Medford.  Roland dropped Jenna and I off while he went and parked.  We sat down in a chair and waited as I thought he would have  to be present when we checked in the luggage.  Too bad.  There was no line when we had initially gone in.  When Roland walked through the doors a line had formed.  Where had all the people come from?  And why had they picked that time to get on a plane?  Perhaps they hadn’t chosen that early to leave.  Perhaps the airline had – which had been the case with us.

          We had initially picked a later flight so that we wouldn’t have to leave the house so early.  It is 90 minutes to an hour drive.  We had left the house before 4:00 a.m. We were at the airport for almost as long as we had spent in the car.  I took this picture of Jenna as I don’t recall ever having seen a rocking chair in any airport before. 

Medford June 10

I think we spent more time in the car getting to Medford and also in the airport itself than we had on the plane to our first destination which was Seattle.

          We weren’t in Seattle all too long before catching the plane to Detroit.  The longest leg of the trip.  Also the most cramped.  It was tighter than our car!  Would have loved to ride the train in Detroit, but it was not running due to COVID I am sure.  There wasn’t enough air traffic that the “S” gates were needed.  Apparently that is where the Detroit airport train takes passengers. 

Landing at Detroit airport June 10

          My favorite airport was in Buffalo.  Not crowded at all.  In fact it had the appearance of closing both coming and going.  New York had just started phase one shortly before we arrived.  The play areas and conveyor sidewalks were closed and there was blue tape across every other seat.  It had kind of a ghost town feel to it. 

Buffalo airport

          Randy met us outside after we called him to tell him where we were.  As I recall he made us move so that he could park.  The next day he informed us that our return flight had been cancelled.  Say what, now?  I didn't know what to believe.  Randy likes joking and so I didn't even know if it was real or not. I had tried calling the airline before we had even gone out, but it’s been the same routine as every other business I have called

“We are experiencing high volume due to COVID19.  Please try calling back at a later time.”

I never did talk to a human.  Randy left a number for them to return call back in nine hours.  But they never did.  I don’t know how many days we were there before a new schedule was created.  We would leave Buffalo to fly to Detroit, but instead of Seattle or Atlanta (which was originally included as part of the agenda for the return) we were routed back through Salt Lake. 

Salt Lake was one busy airport.  Let me tell you.  Randy had suggested to us that since we had to stop there anyway we ought to look into taking a later flight and stay in town for a couple of days.  Roland said he couldn’t take the time because he had not brought enough medication for another couple of days.  I thought that if we had made arrangements, we could leave Jenna.  I could put her on a train and have my sister meet her in West Valley.  But that didn’t come to pass. 

Salt Lake

20-30 minutes after the plane had landed we were still waiting to disembark.  The plane was waiting for its turn at the gate.  We barely made the connecting flight – no time for other arrangements.  Of course Jenna was upset – but it turned out to be a fortunate thing for us not have to return to Medford as there is construction between the airport and the ramp to I5.  Though Medford may have other options of getting us from point A to point B, we are not familiar enough with the city – especially in the dark. 

Medford

Meanwhile here are some pictures for you to enjoy (or not) of our flight activity.

Mt. St. Helen's taken from plane

Detroit airport

closed play area Buffalo NY

Salt Lake City

Shadow of plane in Salt Lake City

waiting on runway in salt Lake City

Great Salt Lake

on our way to Medford