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The older I get the more I like things that are rock solid reliable. My problem is that the rest of the world doesn’t seem to want reliability as much as they want change. A friend recently recommended I cure my difficulty with passwords by using a password manager. He also shared information about the one he uses. I went to the website and began to register to buy into this software. A message returned that my computer wasn’t up to the level they require for their program to work. Now I must search for software that does. Yesterday, one of my hearing aids died. I called to bring it in for repair. The answer was that the guaranty on my aids expired in February but they will fix them for $400. It was a grand three years of rock solid performance, but it came to an end. Now I am looking into buying a new brand which is touted to be the best in the world, online. How scary is that? Buying something like hearing aids online is terrifying, but I’m gonna do it.

My latest car has been a solace to me. I have owned it longer than any other car in my lifetime. I rid myself of most cars because they have become unreliable, and are atrocious looking rust buckets. This one is running fine and looking good. I love it, but I’ve reached a point where I fear it too will begin to have issues, and I don’t like having issues. So I’m looking for a new car, a carbon copy of the one I have with very low mileage. I learn there are very few new cars available. It seems that COVID-19 shut down production last year and disrupted the supply chain. Now that the car companies are getting back into production, they have learned that there is only one supplier in the world that makes the computer chip needed to make a car. Hence a shortage of cars. That has pushed the buyers to buy used cars, hence the price of used cars is approaching that of the unavailable new ones. All I can say is “Shame on you car companies for not using multiple supply sources for your product.” At the opposite side I say, “good for you chip company, you hit a home run.” Now we realize why Henry Ford believed in vertical integration of his manufacturing process. He wanted control of every nut and bolt in his model T’s.

To me reliability is the gold standard. It signifies a healthy product built to give me years of service. WordPress has been in that category for ten years, although they have experimented with format changes on a regular basis. They always seemed to have a way for an old bastard like me to return to the old format. It takes me forever to learn how to use a program and when i do I don’t appreciate a change just to appease a millennial. This post is an experiment to learn if WP has solved their problem of not liking Safari, but loving Google. If I write enough words I will reach the black out stage and end the post.

he Last evening, I. and I attended the Tuesday night meeting of the Stray Group and had a really wonderful time. Both of us had too much wine and were exhausted upon returning home. The group was hungry for talk and sharing experiences of life with each other. A new member who is on summer break from his teaching job at Joliet Junior College comes to New Lenox, our meeting place, from Glen Ellyn (30 miles) a very northern suburb. Why? He loves the discussions and the camaraderie of the group. I learned the hard way that he suffers from hearing loss as I do. Every time I spoke to him he asked me to repeat and had to look straight into my face at the same time. Hearing impaired people automatically learn to read lips, and they don’t even know they are doing it. Next week the group moves to Bourbonnais, IL to meet at the home of one of the premier members. That will make this man’s trip ninety miles, just for conversation.

During COVID-19 times when we were required to wear masks I found on that I loved, and bought it for my personal use. I have had many comments regarding the election. It is a simple light green cloth with the word Blah blah arranged at random all over. I’m thinking we should rename our Stray Bar group to the Blah Blah group, because that is what it is all about blah,blah, blah.

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At this point I tried inserting the pictures and failed. I switched to Goole and everything worked normal. As much as I hate Google I will use it from now on.

A Muddled Mind

My Father’s Day gift from my daughter-in-law

Today my adventure is to write a post on Google to determine if the screen goes black. Other than dealing with software issues that is the extent of my excitement. I made myself a Caesar salad using kale in place of Romain lettuce. It is delicious that way. After we finished eating, I. and I took a short walk. The weather today was cool, and by the end of the day the clouds broke and things began to warm up. Sixty degrees on the first day of summer is not my idea of comfortable. My idea of summer is blistering hot sun and a high humidity. Most of you probably think I’m nuts for saying that. I have a theory about why some people are affected by weather so much. It all depends on the month he is born. My birthday happens to be in August when it is hotter than hell. I.’s birthday is in February and during the winter she is constantly opening windows to get cool air. My wife Barb was born in July and she loved heat. Peggy was born in April and she couldn’t take heat nor extreme cold. Her idea of great weather was April, and May, or September, and October. What ever the temperature is in my future there isn’t anything I can do about it except to rely on my air-conditioner to keep me comfortable.

I read some pretty spectacular books over the past two weeks. One in particular was The Book of Lost Names, by Kristen Harmel. The story takes place in France during World War Two. The entire story details how the French underground smuggled Jewish children into war-neutral Switzerland. The heroine Eva is a nineteen year old Jewess who tried to escape to Switzerland with her parents, but failed and wound up an ordinary girl doing extraordinary things to save kids from the Nazi scourge. This book kept me reading non-stop and the ending surprised the heck out of me.I gave this read five stars.

My follow-up tome was a non-fiction report about the heroes of Afghanistan during the Obama era troop withdrawal titled Eagle Down, written by Wall Street News reporter Jessica Donati. She chronicles one hero after another doing really extraordinary things to complete missions successfully.

Lastly, one of my hearing aids is slowly dying, and turns itself off every few hours. After more than three years of operation eighteen hours a day the batteries are beginning to lose interest in begging charged. My left unit can’t hold a charge for more than five hours. A short charge of an hour is necessary to get it working aging. In the meantime I live with half of my hearing. What a difference they make in my life. As much as I complain about them I have become dependent on them. It is obvious to me when one shuts off, and suddenly am straining to hear what is being said, not fun.

I’ve wanted to buy a new car for several months now, but am postponing it in favor of getting better hearing aids. Besides the availability of cars at this time is not choice. COVID-19 caused a major hick-up in manufacturing world-wide, and we now see the results in numerous ways. Car shortage, oil shortage, worker shortage you name it shortage and I’ll bet it is related to the COVID shutdown. In the meantime, I pray the Death Star will fire up and continue to get me where ever I need to go.

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Safari vs Google

Ever since the last election in the USA when my favorite candidate was opposed by Facebook, Twitter, Google and Amazon along with a few million left wing dingbats who voted for taxes, a green new deal, and global warming, I have a personal war going against ground squirrels, rabbits, and Google. For years I have avoided using Google as my web browser in favor of Safari. Safari is so simple compared to Google’s many and complex ways to reach into your pocket and empty it’s contents of any or all cash.

Recently, I got myself involved in a project which required that I share many scanned documents with a lawyer. The lawyer insisted I use Google Drive which I had never heard of before. Google Drive allows one to set up a cluod based file system that can be shared with a single person or teams of people depending upon one’s needs. It seemed to make sense, so I opted to take the recommendation.

It took me a few dollars to lease cloud space from Google which now renders my cloud space from Apple so much more useless. It also has a space especially designed to share photos which I needed for my project, which also requires cloud space. Again, this is a duplication of resources. Anyway, I am now reluctantly using Google for more than I ever did before, but Safari remains my favorite browser.

A few weeks ago, I encountered a problem on WordPress that Is still with me even after bitterly complaining about it. WordPress has a bug which is activated when using Safari. The post has a mind of it’s own while I compose online as I am doing now. I hate to write using Apple Pages or Microsoft Word and then copying to WordPress. I skip the middle men and their various hangups, and opt for direct writing into WordPress. What happens is that after a couple of paragraphs the screen suddenly turns black for no reason at all. I can continue to write, but I must be a able to read black print on a black background. When I preview the post it all comes out normal, but it makes writing creepy.

I contacted WordPress help, and they determined that I am using Safari when this happens. WE have our team working on resolving the issue, they said, but we recommend you switch to Google as your browser to make it go away. I have chosen not to do that. Instead I will haunt WordPress until they make me go away. How could this be a Safari problem when WordPress is “fixing” the problem at their end? To me they are deflecting the issue by blaming it on someone else. A very famous liberal trick to avoid responsibility.

In the meantime, let me complain about Google. I have it open on my computer now, and I am continuously deleting an annoying string of pop-up ads from the left side of the screen. I know there is a way to eliminate this but I don’t want to take the time to find the switch that will shut it off. Google’s business model is one of give the user free stuff, and then charge them for it when they get hooked on it. They gave me free cloud storage when I began using Google drive but I ran out of space quickly. Thus I had to buy extra space. Within two days I ran out of the new space Bought and had to upgrade again. Slowly, my pension money is being scammed by my lust for giga bytes of storage space. Google also drives me nuts with their insatiable need for passwords. In that regard, they are not different than Apple, amazon, Facebook or Twitter. My biggest problem with internet usage is my lack of memory to remember good strong passwords to let me in. It doesn’t matter if it my desk-top, lap-top or phone the internet thirty for passwords. What the world needs is a secure password free system. Frankly, I don’t understand how the millennial can handle all their internet usage and keep passwords safe and simple. If you ask me I believe they by-pass passwords completely and take chances with people stealing their useless content.

That is my opinion and I’m sticking to it.

Just When I Thought I Was Out of the Woods

I set a goal this year, that if I were still living in the same house as I have for the past fifteen years that I would plant an award winning garden, I neglected the Monet Vision for two years and have been paying the price in tired muscles, weary joints and the latest, cellulitis. What I forgot over those twenty four months was that the same plot is loaded with sleeper cells that get angry when I don’t provide them with luscious annuals to feed on.

This year’s trip to the nursery to buy flowers was a joy, but very short. The instant I walked through the door into the green house I spotted a flash of color at the furthest point away from where I stood. It was the color I wanted in the Monet Vision. Before I knew what the flower was I saw the theme for a picture outside my kitchen window. The two colors were a flashy bright golden orange and a very deep bright sunny yellow, and they were marigolds. I will suffer looking at yellow just to deter the rabbits, I thought to myself. There is nothing I hate more than declaring war on rabbits. Rabbits look upon my annual plantings like I do looking at a box of Fannie May chocolate cremes.

To add spice to our lives, my beautiful wife planted a large pot with a spike, encircled by yellow marigolds encircled by moss roses. It sits boldly on our front porch next to our front door. A couple of nights ago, she called me out to see something. “Look,” she said, “what is digging in my pot?” I wanted to laugh, but knew better. What I saw was a trail of rich black dirt scattered all about the porch leading to a very round and pronounced hole at the base of our spike. “This not a rabbit,” I said, “it looks more like the work of a ground squirrel.”

“We have to put something around it,” we meaning me, she said. I took the watering can from her hand and poured the entire two gallons down the hole. Nothing came out. I expected to see a drowning stripped squirrel come out gasping for air. Nothing happened.

A couple of days have passed during which time I spotted a rabbit in the middle of the Monet Vision. I jumped out of my easy chair and chased him out of the yard. Upon returning from the chase I saw what he was coming for. I planted a single Black Eyed Susan almost ready to bloom next to our new rose bush. I had pictured this one plant seeding into a large mass of yellow with dark brown centers backing up my Stella Dora lilly patch. This is not to be because the mature plant had become a stub poking out of the ground. Now I am mad, I said to myself. I have two different adversaries to fight at the same time, as well as a very unhappy wife.

In past years I posted a series of garden stories titled “Wabbit Wars.” In these stories I picture myself as Elmer Fudd of long ago cartoon days. Elmer constantly battled with Bugs Bunny who raided his carrot patch often. Elmer had a lisp and couldn’t say “rabbit”, he said “wabbit.” Therein the title “Wabbit Wars”. I try to use my wits to outsmart the rabbits, while Elmer used his shotgun, but he always missed the mark.

My mind will go crazy in the next few weeks as I begin the battle on two fronts. One against Osama Bin Wabbit, and the other against Mohammad Squirelsalam. Two sleeper cells who have been awakened to the odor of newly planted fresh delicious cuisine that I have named squirrel-rabbit food.

It is not fair that I should finally open my wallet to a rush of moths flying out to pay for plant materials that are the dashes of color on my garden palette to form the “2021 Monet Vision- Durango Gold,” only to find rabbit scat in place of my beautiful Black Eyed Susan. Perhaps if I catch and kill these terrorists and place their heads on a spike at the entrance to my yard they will hop around the perimeter and not invade the heart of the scene.

You Could Be a Winner

It has been awhile since I posted last. It has been a busy month for me as a husband, father, grandfather, Lion, and friend. Let me start with one of my most favorite passions, the Lions Club. Throughout my life I hated the task of raising money for causes. For the past seventeen years I have slowly evolved into a merciless machine with my handout asking people for monetary help. It is the only way a Lions Club can function. As much as I hate asking people to donate I have forced myself to do it with a passion.

Here is my latest appeal letter:

Dear Dan & Vicki:        

I am double vaccinated and mask free as I write this, and hoping the terror of COVID19 has ended for you as well. The year has certainly fulfilled the famous Chinese curse “May You Live in Interesting Times.”  Last week the Frankfort Lions Club got news that Frankfort’s Fall Festival is back on after a year off. We will return to holding our Wurst Fest with German music, food, beer, and frivolity. Our raffle still has a ten thousand-dollar first prize and the ticket will allow two people into the Beer Garden to enjoy the fun.  We limit ticket sales to two-thousand.

In spite of COVID the Lions kept meeting via Zoom, then part face to face and Zoom, then back to Zoom only, and then back to Zoom and face to face, and finally face to face. When we were finally cleared to have socially distanced meetings with the entire club our members turned out in droves. Everyone was starved for fraternization. We are all anxious to begin selling raffle tickets again to serve our community. 

COVID didn’t stop us from serving though, we only changed our processes. Instead of buying, collecting, packing food for delivery, we distributed grocery store gift cards mask to mask by handing an envelope through a cracked door. We ran a used winter-coat collection and then a sock drive. We collected 735 coats and 23,000 pairs of socks. We provided some people in need with comfort. We raised money by using matching grants from our employers and receiving donations from local businesses. We kept strict control over our donations so as not to drain the treasury, and we kept serving throughout. In spite of all our controls we ran short of money, and the time has come for me to ask you to buy a twenty-dollar raffle ticket so we can rebuild our treasury and continue to serve. Since we had such a poor fund-raising year I ask you to stretch and consider buying two or more tickets this time.

Please make your check for twenty dollars or more to “Frankfort Lions Charities” and send it to:

Frankfort Lions Charities

21334 Brown Drive

Frankfort, IL 60423

I will complete the ticket and send you the stub which is your passport into the entertainment garden.

Thank you for your support over the years. Without you the Frankfort Lions Club would not be as successful as it is.

Respectfully yours,

This is a real thing. If you choose to send me money for a ticket I’ll be happy to include you in the fun. Just remember to send me your name, address, and phone number. It would be a shame if you win and we had no information to get the prize to you.