Precipitation

I was in a science class the other day

where the students had gone outdoors to

collect one of three tubes that would measure

the precipitation.

They were to record their findings,

use barometers,

study the clouds,

etc.

The tubes showed 0 precipitation.

It had been foggy that morning.

I remember when the school bus would pass

our house

the last two years

I would look out my window and see

clouds surrounding the hills across the way

but they surround us now and

it is often too foggy to see what's

behind my neighbors houses.

I had to drive in that fog.  I

followed a truck for as far as I was able

It got off the same exit, but did not

go in the same direction.  I was

left on my own

Why is it that there isn't any moisture

in these clouds?  in

this fog?  Is there inversion mixed in

with the clouds.  It does lift

eventually

unlike big city smog that never lifts

always linger.

The fog has been lingering too.

And the rivers, although they look full

and raging in some areas

still look shallow in others.

I wonder why that is.

Finals

 

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          A 1,250-word report? 

          Are you kidding me?

Accounting final. 

          Blah, blah, blah, blah, blah . . . .

give me a topic I'm

          at least interested in. 

         

          Thus far I have been

in high demand for substituting

          at three schools all

at the same time, and

          there's only one of me.

          I have to take some time off for

          this stupid report -

                                      as if I believe anything

I write - or care. 

                                      Blah, blah, blah.

          There are different aspects of accounting. 

I can do the basics but I

          have no desire to go         

any further than that.

          One more accounting class to go!   

          I have the rest of the schedule.  I will

be taking some fun classes again!

          along with some

okay classes,  and then

                             I will graduate!!! 

And I will be done with accounting

           Meanwhile,  I have lost more sleep
           The topic of my final only makes it harder
to stay awake
            I'm starting out my morning

            with this.  It can only go

uphill from here

                                                 right?

Dash HH #10

  What city do you consider your "home town"?

          I grew up in an unincorporated area which meant our town did not have its own jurisdiction . Though we used a Midvale address, we were not really a part of it - or at least that was my understanding.  I do remember just before or shortly after I went to junior high, there was talk of our unincorporated being annexed to Murray.  That was a proposal brought up by one individual named Mr. Card.  I remember several people being upset about it. 

           

            I remember a meeting had taken place at East Midvale Elementary School.  We had gone there like so many others to understand more about what was taking place.  I remember one individual in particular who spoke up for the boundaries to be left alone.  His son, Louie, was in my same grade and he had at least one other son named Phil.  I did not care for either Louie or Phil, but have never forgotten their dad standing up for us.  Mr. M. lived on the other side of 7200 which was not a part of the annex but he said the annex, though maybe not directly, would affect him because we were his neighbors and that did affect him.  We allowed him to be our voice when he said things about Mr. Card's proposal, and that if he wanted to be a part of Murray so much, he should just move there and leave the rest of us alone.  Almost everybody cheered.

           

            I don't know if the proposal ever made it to the ballots or not as I didn't vote and my viewpoint of the annex I'm certain was not the same as the adults who paid taxes.  I only know that the non incorporated boundaries using a Midvale address remained using a Midvale address.  I don't know what became of Mr. Card or if he took Mr. M's advice and moved to Murray.  It doesn't matter.  I didn't care about him then.  Why should today be any different?  He may be deceased right now along with many others who were at that meeting.

            Several years later - when Kayla was old enough to vote, an issue that had made it to the ballot for incorporating the boundaries as part of Midvale or becoming our own independent city called "Union" - I remember several who campaigned for the idea of "Union" believing it would create more jobs and result in being a positive thing.  Evidently not everybody felt that way however as "Union" never came about and we were incorporated into Midvale.  I must have voted for Union as most every issue or person I have voted for throughout my life has not won.  But I never did like that name for a city.  

           I grew up with a Midvale address.  It is the one place where I have lived longer than all other cities combined.  When I get asked the name of my hometown or where I'm from,  I am from Midvale, Utah.  Love Oregon, but Midvale is my hometown.  Or was. 

Word: What's the Opposite of Hard?

Hard is the opposite of Easy.  Hard is also the opposite of Soft. 

I have made several hard boiled eggs in my life time. 

I have eaten my eggs soft boiled before. 

I have had them over-easy, but not easy boiled.

I have sat in chairs that have been very hard.

I have sat in chairs that feel soft. 

I've had an easy time sitting on some chairs

I've had a very hard time with others.

Take the theatre chairs at Jenna's school for instance.

They are not easy to get into. 

They may be soft to the small teenage buttox,

but I am a plump woman who finds it difficult - or hard

to sit comfortably.  I have learned that those teeny bop chairs

are harder to get out of.

Our carpet is not soft to the naked foot

but I would not say that it's hard; it is rough.

I have a hard time keeping my slippers over my toes;

they seem to come off very easily.

I have a hard time keeping focused on my accounting material.

I have had some classes that have been easy.

I would not categorize any of them as "soft".

Sometimes I have difficulty finding something to post about on my blog

Sometimes it is easy, but never soft. 
Jenna thinks saying the word "Hippopotomonstrosesquippedaliophobia " is easy
I find it hard to say.  I don't think anyone 
thinks of it as soft.

When asked what the opposite of hard is, my mind, for the most part

use to think of soft before easy.

Now I think of easy first because that's usually the definition

for crossword puzzle clues.

Which definition do you think of first?

For more hard/soft/easy comments, check out this page.

Which Way Does the Flag Face the Nation?

  

Normally I try to stay clear of politics, but with government shut down , it has been on my mind.  My post is meant to be on our reactions and not what is currently taking place (or not taking place) at the white house.

          Roland is an avid follower on Sunday Morning on CBS.  Following Sunday Morning is "Face the Nation" though the station generally gets changed to another before Face the Nation comes on.  This program was on this morning when Jenna and I planted ourselves on the couch and looked up to see Margaret Brennan ask questions to Secretary of State,  Michael Richard Pompeo, who for the most part seemed robotic with his answer - or somebody's answers anyway.  Jenna and I laughed as he obviously read the answers and showed no facial emotion whatsoever - actually there were a few times where he smiled.  Jenna and I suspect he had lost his place on the screen and was smiling to cover up his embarrassment.  I realize that things need to be written down and the importance of sticking to the script so words are not taking out of context - as though that really works.

            When he first started reading, I made a joke that someone had tied his hands behind a chair and he wouldn't be let go until he read everything word for word whether he believed it or not.  Early in the interview Ms. Brennan asked about soldiers (one particular) who were being held captive and what would result in being allowed back into the states. 

            Mr. Pompeo read from the prompter that there was concern- but his facial expression and tone spoke louder than the words he was reading and made him appear as if he was a robot and why would a robot care about a human?

            I think we left to go to Church shortly after that comment and more laughter was shared between me and Jenna.  The government shut-down is a serious thing.  Mr. Pompeo's boss is an overgrown kindergartner - which some will say is an insult to kindergartners everywhere.  I have worked with a large variety of kindergartners and as a whole would have to say it is insulting - but there have been the occasional ones who act out in a "Trump" manner which seems more acceptable for a 5 or 6 year old than . . . well wait a minute.  There have been some 70 plus year olds have a way of resorting to the past.  I remember my mom resorting back to elementary school behavior.  Maybe he has some form of dementia?  It has been speculated many times.

             Our biggest problem is we had a large dose of this BEFORE Trump was inaugurated.  It bothers me that so many people say our choice has always been between Hillary and Trump - like Democrats and Republicans are the only two parties that can be represented.  How in the world did the Whigs or Federalists ever survive?  There are alternatives.  There are others who have said that I wasted my vote by writing in Evan McMullin's name.  I'm NOT a crowd pleaser, never have been.  I'm not going to vote for somebody just because a certain party elected him/her nor am I going to vote for somebody not affiliated with a party because I'm a rebel.  I'll vote for the issues.  I'll vote for the possibilities.  But I'm not going to vote blindly because that's my so-called party.  Why is it that people feel I have to be one or the other?

            Another thing that held my interest was a pin of the American Flag that the Secretary of State wore on his lapel.  

I remembered having read about the origins of the swastika (here) and how it was designed to represent "Good Luck" and how the tables have turned so much that it is now recognized as a sign of a horrific chapter in history - so horrific that I do not even wish to have the symbol anywhere on my blog (though it may be shown in the background of one of the pics used on my bully and mind game post).  I had hoped that would never be the case of the American Flag but already know others who no longer value what it once represented and choose not to say the "Pledge of Allegiance" as they feel the country has gone down (and continues) the toilet.  

The flag once use to represent freedom and honor.  For many it still does represent those things but for others it doesn't represent that anymore.  I don't know anyone who is ashamed of the flag as many of us are of the swastika and hope it never comes to that.  But it's highly possible that the American Flag may have the same symbolic meaning as the swastika in a not-so-distant future.  Situations really need to change.  I feel bad for the next President who has to clean up the mess that Trump's behavior has caused.  

Triggers That Make Me Smile

          Yes, it is unusual to see a bubbled syringe under the title "Smile" as there are so many children who view this as a torturing device.  They run and hide, fidget, scream . . . and why would a mother look upon this reminder of such dramatic uncooperativeness as something that would put a smile on her face?  She wouldn't.  But I was blessed with a child who was more than cooperative.  Jenna enjoyed the bubbled syringe.  Unlike most children, Jenna was amused by this devise.  It must have tickled her nose when I attempted to suck out the snot.  She also laughs about Vick's vapor rub because "it smells funny" - and not "funny" as in questioning the expiration date of a product.  Whenever I try to rub it on her she does squirm - but only because she is laughing so hard claiming that it tickles her.  Weird.  But awesome.  I don't know of any other mother who has shared this same experience.

From Where I Stand

          I try to keep the room cool so I can fall asleep more easily.  Last night it was cold.  I still managed to sleep.  But I felt overly warm at 3:30 this morning.  When the heat kicked on I moved into the bathroom and stood by the window until the heat shut off.  I then wrote the following:

From where I stand

I can hear the traffic

moving over I5

but I cannot see it

Even if the fog wasn't there

From where I stand

I cannot see Old Pacific Highway

I can barely see the street

where I live

From where I stand

I can hear the trains

I know the tracks were not

completely abandoned

But had never seen a train

in Myrtle Creek

until the other day

when I went to meet my friends

for coffee.

I parked between Good Dogs and

the park and I saw the train

passing the tracks where Jenna

and I have explored and

taken several pictures.

From where I stand

I somehow seem to always hear

more than I can see