Tuesday, August 29, 2017

It started with Cinderella's Glass Slipper

Fall fashion floods Facebook. So cute. So coordinated and in great colors. 
However, check out the SHOES. They are stylish, up-to-date. 
The wrong shoes can ruin any outfit, regardless of how well put together you are from the ankle up. 
The Southern Girl’s standard greeting, “Cute Shoes! How’s ya Mama? Think _______(your team) gonna win?” originated with The Sweet Potato Queen's Book of Love. 
Jill Conner Browne inspired me to get my own crown and my own majorette boots, living life inspired by both. 
Therefore, I am on a quest for Fall’s cute shoes!

Friday, August 25, 2017

A Few Moments in Time

            First a gasp in awe. From the mountains to the prairies, to the oceans white with foam, America experienced a total solar eclipse, the first in ninety-nine years to stretch diagonally from the Pacific to the Atlantic: Oregon to South Carolina. Those who gathered to witness the Great American Eclipse cheered and applauded the celestial wonder as the shadow of the moon on the face of the sun passed over their locations. 
      Media had addressed traffic concerns and warned drivers who made pilgrimages to see totality for themselves. They forecast gridlock. Not knowing what to expect, we packed the truck for potential Super Bowl-type crowds, packed as if driving to Fayetteville for a sold-out Razorback  game. Gridlock did not occur as we drove north along Hwy 57 and Hwy 51 toward Carbondale, prepared to stop in Anna, IL, if necessary.
After a couple of hours, with the traffic being light, we chose to drive on toward Eclipse Central. While the Saluki’s football stadium at Carbondale, Illinois, was filling with ticket holders three hours before the cosmic event, other group venues offered the crowds unobstructed views from natural amphitheaters, golf courses, and private hilltops…for prices that ranged from $20.00 to $100.00 per car to park and look at the sky. We were among those eclipse viewers who avoided throngs of people. We exacted a U-turn at the stadium and returned to a little graveled area we’d spotted.
            We parked there; it was conveniently located across the road from Dollar General. Within an hour, a total of thirteen additional cars parked in that small lot. People from Lafayette, Louisiana, western Pennsylvania, Tulsa, Chicago, Dallas, New Orleans, and Heber Springs joined the spontaneous watch-party. The couple from Tulsa had vacated Kansas City the day before and St. Louis early Monday morning due to forecast storms. Across the road, the Dollar General manager planned to close her store just before totality so the employees could gaze at the sky from the vantage point of the store’s curb.
         
   Group photo ops, with everyone peering skyward outfitted in
special eclipse glasses, included lively conversations with new friends. Contributing to the festive atmosphere, the anxious solar-spectacle-pilgrims unloaded snacks, water, sodas, bug spray, and folding chairs.
           Waiting for the moon’s shadow to take a bite of the sun’s orb, people also unfolded towels to create tents, raised umbrellas to block intense rays, attempting to turn the oven to Bake rather than Broil. Feeling like chocolate chips in a home baked cookie, some of the group wandered through the weeds to find shade under scrubby trees forming a property line. Most observers hoped for a wayward breeze forecast to bring a cold front into the area.
At Saluki Stadium, the packed bleachers became a giant, scorching, crowded solarium. Some parts of Carbondale had views obstructed by large, cumulous clouds building in the afternoon heat; our observation point boasted a mostly clear sky, especially when it mattered.
            Gradually, the atmosphere began to change, appearing as if the surroundings were painted with chartreuse watercolor. Shadows forming at vehicles appeared distorted. Spectators, observing the solar event through eclipse glasses, saw the moon’s shadow as it crept across the sun’s face, creating cut-away shapes. First like a wheel of cheese with a small chunk missing, the sun soon took on the shape of the ghost-eating Pac-Man. The protective solar glasses filtered out the harmful sun’s rays so viewers could see it later look like a crescent; then, a thumb nail, as if the sun had become the moon in those familiar stages. The temperature began to fall a few degrees and someone said, “Here it comes!” Indeed, totality slowly occurred. People who witnessed this cosmic magic stood transfixed.
Words do not do the image justice. For a few moments, the day became dark enough to trigger the street lights. Venus, the evening star, appeared. The cheering crowd became quiet as the moon’s shadow completely covered the sun and the evening-like mid-day sky hushed the birds and summonsed the crickets. The sun’s corona announced itself in a flash extending over a million miles into space. A glow appeared at the horizon. At Carbondale, the eclipse lasted a whopping two minutes and thirty-nine seconds; consensus was it did not last long enough. Soon, the shadow moved on and the sun reclaimed the sky like a brilliant diamond ring; it was time to go home.
           People loaded up their cars, bid good-bye and safe travels. Before the groups headed north or south, our little crowd shared in the wonder: a spectacular experience united America, if only for a few moments in time. 

Tuesday, July 4, 2017

July 4, 1776: Gratitude to the French

         As the War for Independence progressed, France pledged to help the colonists’ rebellion against their arch rival, Britain, the empire that had defeated France on numerous occasions. Supporting the American Colonial Army seemed a great way to accomplish the goal of retaliation against the British. (Rather like cheering FOR whatever team is suiting up against Alabama.)

Therefore, today, in honor of America’s celebration of its declaration of independence, I am preparing a meal in salute to the French influence in America’s struggle for independence from England.The American colonies declared independence from Britain in Congress, on July 4, 1776. That’s today and for 241 years. 
         Arkansas became part of the United States in 1836, after Thomas Jefferson’s presidency made the deal with France in 1803 to purchase the land around the Port of New Orleans. To everyone’s surprise, France said, “How ‘bout y'all buying this whole goo-gob called Luzi-ana?” Jefferson said, “Ooooh, la-la! Mercy me beaux-coo!”
         The French influence in Arkansas culture is well-documented: Water: Bayou, Cache, L’Anguille, St. Francis. Mountains: Petit Jean, Magazine. Delicacy dishes: Shrimp Boil, and Shrimp & Grits. Desserts: chocolate éclair with French vanilla ice cream.

In salute to the French influence in America’s birthday celebration:
                        Geaux forth and git some of these things:
                                           ·        4 small pieces of corn, either fresh or frozen (if frozen, cook a bit ahead of time)
                                           ·        4-6 small red potatoes, quartered (use microwave to soften a bit)
                                           ·        1 Eckrich skinless sausage cut into small slices.
                                           ·         1 small package frozen small shrimp, with tails OFF or whatever type and quantity shrimp you prefer.
                                           ·        Olive Oil
                                           ·        Old Bay Seasoning
                            Geaux ahead and put it all together to rest in the seasonings because it’ll only take 30 minutes in a 400 oven.
                                   (It’s too darn hot to fire up the grill!):
                                                     1.       Preheat the oven to 400 degrees.
                                                     2.       In the center of a 12x17 inch piece of foil, place corn, potatoes, sausage pieces, and shrimp. I                                                                     put all in the foil, inside a roaster.
                                                      3.       Drizzle lightly with olive oil and liberally sprinkle with Old Bay Seasoning.
                                                     4.       Fold the foil over the contents, lifting and sealing sides tightly.
                                                     5.       Bake for about 25-30 minutes. Carefully {the steam will be hot!} unfold  packet to check                                                                              potatoes for doneness.
                                                     6.       Self-serve (take as much as you can eat).

Thursday, June 15, 2017

The Lazy Gardener

         Inspired by friends who are master gardeners, I garden in my imagination. Imagining that a Roto-tiller plows up just the right amount of ground in the shape I've sketched, I dream about gardening. Beautiful back drop, mounded plantings provide just the right colors and withstand neglect. If I could wiggle my nose and nod my head like Jeannie, I'd have several marvelous garden areas.
         Last week, I bought two gorgeous ferns, full and sprouting babies. Been watering them daily and have placed them on the deck beside the deck door, flanking a welcoming door mat, "Hello."

     
      Today, I selected 6 varying types of colorful plants for the 6 levels of shelves on the metal plant stand I bought at a neighbor's auction. I donned gardening gloves, rounded up the watering pot and fertilizer, and set to work potting the plants. Now, on each level of the plant stand is a colorful flower pot: turquoise, purple, orange, terra cotta. Each contains new potting soil and a plant that also adds color to the deck area.
         I've dug no holes, tilled no soil.
         I have flowers, nonetheless.
         I am The Lazy Gardener.

Wednesday, June 7, 2017

Scam Alert for the Gullible

Tired and in a hurry. These enemies of rational thought caused me to jump right down the rabbit hole into a scam.

Bottom line: be careful of the various websites that claim to be Wal-Mart.  I was price-checking with retail, Amazon, Wayfair, and Overstock, almost ready to leave the house to shop. The screen went white and a box of warning computer-ese print appeared with a Microsoft logo and telephone number.

"Crud." The print explained that my computer had been overtaken, hijacked, taken by ransom-ware, hacked. In a lower right-hand side box, Microsoft advised to call the toll-free number to take care of the problem. I tried to X-out, close the window, do everything I could think of and nothing worked. (I could not find the OFF button.) Every attempt to shut-down brought more panic on my part. Completely unnerved. I called.

A person answered the phone (should have been a tip!) and, after my technical explanation, he sympathized with me (!) and gave me a code to type in so he could help me because "That is horrible," he said. It went downhill from there. The man overtook my computer. I said, “How do I know you aren’t the hacker?” “Because,” he said, “if I wanted to, I could have all your information in 5 seconds. But if you doubt me, I’ll take you to the Microsoft web site and show you my credentials.” Which he did.  

I was not convinced of these name-serial number-code number and accounts because he had a bad spelling problem (but who am I to charge you with hacking because you miss-type “moderm” and can't spell your own last name) If anyone would have permission to misspell Morrison, it would be Jim or Bill.  Jay Morisson from Tx.

At one point, this scam artist got past my Webroot security system and told me Webroot was “incompatible” with Microsoft. Then he said, “For $149, I can fix your computer and give you a contract for free service for one computer forever. For two computers, it’ll be $199.” I was sure I had a shyster on my cell phone. I told him, “I’m not paying you anything.” 
“Are you saying you don’t want to clean and protect your computer?” 
“My computer is protected and I am hanging up.” Which I did. 

Shaking and angry, I called the Geeks who told me that most likely nothing was tampered with on my computer; it was a money scam and they had heard of this ploy. I took this new computer to them and the Geeks made sure all was well. They told me that when I typed in the code, that code opened the door to my computer.

 I’m not that stupid, but gullible is altogether different. Seeing a Microsoft logo, having not clicked on any questionable website, I was taken by surprise. At least, I stopped before I gave Jay Morisson any credit card numbers.


Beware of letting down your guard. Scams happen.

Thursday, May 25, 2017

Agent 86 and Me

My action surprised me.
"Would you believe..." I caught myself talking into my watch.
Yep, held it right up to my mouth and yelled at the watch face.
Purchased from Verizon to sync with the Android phone, this Gear 2 is especially designed to keep up with me.
I always said, "I need a keeper."
Three of us laughed that we combined to form one brain.

I would often forget to turn on the volume of the cell phone ringer after church or a meeting or a movie. I'd miss calls and texts. And, I am going so fast and crazy sometimes, I leave the thing at home and then I'm really "out of pocket."
"Sorry about that, Chief!"

Now, I put on this fabulous watch (Gear 2), which reminds me to put my phone in the car or in my purse. When the watch "beeps, tweets, or whistles," I need not search through my purse or fiddle with the car's sync-radio-map screen to answer.

Today, my cell phone was working especially hard and lost its juice; the battery was in shut-down mode. I told hubby to call me on my "secret decoder watch" if he needed to reach me. I shared with him the secret decoder watch phone number and only "missed it by that much!"

(Thanks, Anne Winchester. I was confused with numbers. Thinking of Car 54, where are you! LOL)


Wednesday, May 10, 2017

Practice Listening 101

       With pleasure I accepted a new challenge with the Clay County Times-Democrat. The editor asked if I'd like to try my hand at reporting on school board meetings and city council meetings. "Sure," I said. "Anything to help out." The editor said he'd proof my reports and give me tips on wording, etc. I love to learn new things (not electricity or construction), so I ventured into new water. I smiled at one chairman's remark when I entered the conference room, "We are pleased to welcome a member of the Press."  "Hmmm," I thought, "That's me!"
      As the articles must be written in a different style, I learned quickly how to phrase the reports to give the facts in a readable style but without emotional words. That's part of the pleasure of writing: choosing the one right word to covey the action without "saying too much."
     Yesterday, I had a revelation.
     This new assignment is about more than learning a new writing style. It's about learning to listen.
     The assignment revives my note-taking skills, allows me to revisit sitting, listening, and writing down what is being said by others.
      I've decided that God is using this writing assignment for another lesson. "God gave us one mouth and two ears," I've heard stated.
     
New learning for me: Keep Your Mouth Closed-101.
      Imagine me sitting in on a school board meeting for over an hour, listening and writing about school policy, financial decisions, staffing, on-line course offerings, and keeping my mouth shut. Oh, how I want to share in their discussion. But, I can't. That's not why I am there. I'm there to listen and report.
      I have no experience in city government, so I give close attention to how the councils conduct business, what is important to them, what they struggle to solve. I do not raise my hand to be recognized, to share in the discussion. I'm an audience member, a reporter, and I am biting the inside of my mouth. I am there to listen and report.
     What a wonderful exercise in self-control.
     What an opportunity to practice listening without responding.