Sunday, July 27, 2025

Don't Say Nuthin' Bad About My Bibi

Okay, break's over. I was planning on staying away longer until I saw the cover of today's New York Slimes Sunday Magazine and lost my mind. (See photo.)

Not just as a Jew but as a human being, I find it repulsive, abhorrent, disgusting and downright libelous for a newspaper of record to insinuate that Bibi Netanyahu, a champion for his people and the state of Israel, to be publicly accused of slaughtering people intentionally just so he can remain the boss of his country. 

To the contrary, he's probably sick of the whole thing and would welcome spending his remaining years lying on a beach somewhere enjoying his friends and family, and of course the company of all the freed hostages.


Friday, July 25, 2025

Bye For Now

This is my last post for a while. I'm taking a break from the Internet which
has become very sick and twisted, leading to feelings of depression,  disheartenment, disgust and more like that. 

Instead I'll be turning back to reading books for mental stimulation, starting with an old favorite shown here.
Hoping more people do the same. See ya!

Death Happens

Lately the news is full of famous, newly-dead people, including Connie Francis, Hulk Hogan, Ozzy Osbourne, Chuck Mangione and that actor who played the son on The Cosby Show, which I never watched so I don't know him but his name is Malcolm-Jamal Warner. Many online comments lament their passing, but my favorite one is, "So many celebrities are dying -- what's going on?"

I had to laugh, since "what's going on" is life as usual. With the exception of Warner, who drowned at the relatively young age of 54, the others were old enough to die a natural death, if you get my drift. Dying, a normal occurrence that ends living, happens to everyone. Still, we are always shocked, even stunned, when it happens to someone close to us.

The worst thing is when a doctor says we have limited time left, like a friend of mine who was recently told she had "months to live." First of all, doctors are not gods, despite what all their mommies think. And secondly, let's not forget the actress Valerie Harper who made a public announcement that she had three months to live and then lived another three years, even making a movie during that time.

What everyone reading this has, for sure, is right now. So go make the most of it.



Wednesday, July 23, 2025

Nobody Knows Anything

A couple of birthdays ago, my son gave me the gift of two plants growing in adorable pots he knew I would like -- one in the shape of a cat and the other an elephant. For no reason at all I posted a photo of them on my Facebook page and a friend responded with, "Elephant trunks should always be upward for good luck!"

Needing all the help I can get in the luck department, I decided to do some research before deep- sixing the clearly unlucky elephant planter. Good thing, since a Google search netted the following statements:

"The spiritual significance of an elephant with its trunk pointed upwards is associated with good fortune and luck. This belief stems from ancient civilizations and cultures, where the elephant was revered as a symbol of strength, power and stability." -- spiritual mojo.com

  1. "An elephant with its trunk down is used as a symbol for good fortune and abundance. Placing an elephant with its trunk down on your kitchen table will invite fortune and abundance into your house." -- Angelicalbalance.com


Sunday, July 20, 2025

Grok Says: The Future Looks Bleak

Earlier today I admitted to my husband that I don't fully understand AI. This realization hit me after reading an article about it by a college professor who wrote that he "uses AI" in his classes. What the heck is it, I wondered aloud. Mitch suggested I try it and see for myself. 

So I logged on to Grok.com and asked it to write a blog post about the threat AI poses to the intelligence of young people who employ it as
an easy way out for writing assignments. The response came instantly in the form of three different results, all appearing on my computer in less than one minute from the time I typed my request. One of those is printed below:

If video games were the gateway to brain rot, AI is the whole dang apocalypse. Without the need to learn, question, or create, young people risk becoming drones who can’t function without their AI overlords. What happens when the power goes out, or the servers crash, or—heaven forbid—someone asks them to think on their feet? We’re raising a generation that’s smart on paper but clueless in practice.

The fix isn’t easy. Banning AI is like trying to ban calculators after they replaced slide rules—it’s not happening. Schools need to pivot, teaching kids how to use AI as a tool, not a crutch. That means emphasizing critical thinking, creativity, and problem-solving—the stuff AI can’t fake (yet). Parents, too, need to step up, encouraging kids to wrestle with ideas the old-fashioned way: with effort, failure, and a little sweat.

AI’s here to stay, and it’s scarier than any 8-bit monster. Video games may have numbed a few brains, but AI’s got the power to turn a whole generation into intellectual zombies. We’d better act fast before “Game Over” becomes a way of life.

Even Grok thinks it's a problem! Now I'm more frightened than ever.


Antisemitic Lox?


This being Sunday morning, we were excited to enjoy some delicious lox with fresh bagels and cream cheese. But when we opened the package it seemed very odd -- soft and mushy and oh-so-orange. Turns out the ingredients list included four different food dyes: RED, YELLOW, BLUE and ORANGE! Yikes! Plus sugar, nitrates and a lot of other ingredients we could not pronounce.

WHO PUTS FOOD DYE AND SUGAR IN SALMON? HAMAS? THE AYOTOLLAH?

We rushed it back to the store for a full refund and exchanged it for some real fish.

Saturday, July 19, 2025

Pedophile vs. Nincompoop

Be careful who you are seen laughing with at a party. It could be a felony.
The opposition is busy hunting for a shred of evidence that President Trump is a pedophile who had sex with underage girls on Jeffrey Epstein's private island years ago, long before he ever ran for public office. So far they have struck out. 

Here are two key points to consider:

1. Those "girls" knew what they were doing. They were not drugged or harmed, just paid. When I was 15, if anyone had offered me "the opportunity" to go to a private island to give rich old men sexual massages, I would have laughed in their face, run the other way and told my parents.

2. I would rather have a President who is a pedophile with keen political skills able to forge positive relationships with foreign leaders than one with a disintegrating brain who doesn't know what day it is, can't remember anything, and is a figurehead for secret, unknown, unelected people doing the job for him behind closed doors.

Friday, July 18, 2025

Our Sick Society

The entire United States has the mentality of a 15-year-old boy. Ample proof can be found in the ongoing interest in the life of Jeffrey Epstein, a dead man who never held public office, never had any incredible talent that catapulted him to the top of any charts, never appeared in a film or on TV, and as far as anyone knows was just a rich guy with lots of dirty old men as friends, all of whom liked to have sex with young girls.

Who cares? How is this news? So what if one famous person or another shared his prurient interests? How about we move on to other things, like nuclear weapons in the hands of crazy foreign leaders, rampant use of antidepressants, floods overtaking the planet, an increase of cancer and heart disease among young people, rising crime, lowering intelligence and the general addiction to technology that causes most people to spend their days playing inane video games online and their nights binge-watching television shows. 

Before it's too late, that is.

Bored Old Democrats

Unless you are an outdoors adventurer prone to hiking, kayaking, canoeing, camping, surfing, swimming or rock-climbing, Maine can be a boring place to live. Its largest city of Portland has a great symphony, one authentic art museum that never has any major exhibitions, some mediocre theater venues, one children's museum that looks good from the outside but having no kids at home I have not been inside, and one nutty museum devoted to pictures of Bigfoot that's funny one time, especially if you are stoned. Otherwise, cultural activities are nonexistent unless you count going to the movies or eating in restaurants "cultural activities."

So, you might be wondering, what do non-athletic people do for fun besides shop? I'm not sure what Republicans do, but Democrats stand on street corners for hours at a time, holding hand-made signs damning the President. In our little town of Freeport this silliness takes place on Tuesday mornings. In Ogunquit, a popular resort town an hour away, it happens on Thursday afternoons, something we learned firsthand yesterday. It was quite chilling.

Perhaps 40 oldsters -- or seniors or boomers or retirees or whatever you call them -- all of them overweight, sloppily dressed and looking like nut cases from the film One Flew Over the Cuckoo's Nest, lined Ogunquit's main street, waving signs that proclaimed "No Kings!" and "Dump Trump!" and more like that. One man approached our open car window and dropped in a two-sided printed card (see photos) full of incendiar false statements designed to sway my vote. 

Those poor people should learn to play Bridge to salvage their deteriorating brain cells.



Tuesday, July 15, 2025

How to Stop Dementia Before It Starts

I can't remember how long it's been since I read a book. In my younger days I read at least one a month. And I'm not alone; a recent publishing study revealed that 23% of adults in America say they have not read a single book in a year. What changed?

The Internet. Now, along with the rest of society, I waste my time watching funny videos, scrolling through Facebook, reading outrageous political lies posted by the enemy or playing Words With Friends. The results are likely cerebral detritus that is surely hurting me mentally, although I scored high on a recent online IQ test so there's hope for me yet.

Still reeling from the news that a good friend of mine had never even heard of the classic play, "Our Town," a production of which is staged somewhere in the United States every day, I wondered if not reading is the cause of dementia in some of those elderly folks lining the halls of nursing homes waiting for their medications and jello cups. (Note to my son: Shoot me first, please.) 

I suggest that everyone still able to read should do so. Stop following the lives of celebrities and pick up a book! A great choice would be the aforementioned "Our Town," by Thornton Wilder. It's immensely enjoyable, an easy read, and as a bonus it holds the secret to life. It will change yours.

Monday, July 14, 2025

Doing My Part

Kamikaze drones are quite popular in Russia.
Money makes the world go round. From the minute I wake up in the morning until I go to bed at night, it's buy, spend, buy more, spend more, buy two and get one free, buy today only and get half-off. 

I realize that if I never turn on the TV, or my computer, or look at a newspaper or my phone, I could avoid all that. But then I would know nothing about what's going on in the world and would be caught by surprise if a random bomb-carrying kamikaze drone falls on my house, which could happen. Besides, capitalism is what keeps America humming, and we all must do our part. 

So I turn on the TV and am assaulted by commercials for things I apparently should not be without but somehow I am and still survive. Even something as innocuous as Words With Friends online bombards me with suggestions about how my life would improve immeasurably by purchasing things I don't have, never heard of or couldn't use if I had one. This is capitalism. 

This is also capitalism: Today I stopped at a deli after my gym workout left me hungry. I ordered a turkey and Swiss wrap with lettuce, tomatoes and mustard and a cup of black coffee. Later on, eating my purchase at home, I discovered that I had paid $12.50 for a wheat wrap stuffed with a fat wad of lettuce, a sliced tomato, a trace of Swiss cheese and a sliver of turkey the size of a playing card, making me see that you don't always get what you paid for. 

Still, I did my part, and so far the sky above my house remains drone-free.

Sunday, July 13, 2025

Oh Those Hateful Jews


These days, antisemitism is making a comeback across the world, especially at Harvard University. Hopefully none of the Jews still living among those listed below, each of whom has contributed greatly to our society in the areas of the literature, fine art, theater, comedy, medicine and politics, will end up in a gas chamber anytime soon.

Saul Bellow

E. L. Doctorow

Phillip Roth

Estee Lauder

Howard Stern

Elizabeth Taylor

Marc Chagall

Herman Wouk

George Soros

Joseph Heller

Leonard Bernstein

George Gershwin

Isaac Asimov

Franz Kafka

J. D. Salinger

Lillian Hellman

Ayn Rand

Maurice Sendack

Sacha Baron-Cohen

Danny Kaye

Red Buttons

Michael Bloomberg

Ed Koch

Itzak Perlman

Morey Amsterdam

Seth Rogan

Albert Brooks

Robert Klein

David Brenner

Mort Sahl

Lenny Bruce

Jack Black

Goldie Hawn

Ben Stiller

Mark Spitz

Andy Kaufman

Jason Alexander

Eugene Levy

Julia Louis-Dreyfus

Billy Crystal

Rodney Dangerfield

Don Rickles

Sarah Silverman

Milton Berle

Jon Lovitz

George Burns

Sid Caesar

Joaquin Phoenix

Ben Shapiro

Jared Kushner

Gilda Radner

The Marx Brothers

Jack Benny

Jerry Stiller

Issac Mizrahi

Gal Gadot

Jackie Mason

Adlai Stevenson

Mel Brooks

Carl Reiner

Volodymyr Zelensky

Richard Lewis

Larry David

Jerry Seinfeld

Billy Joel

Justice Felix Breyer

Art Garfunkel

Daniel Radcliffe

Justice Elena Kagan

Barbra Streisand

Scarlet Johansson

Neil Diamond

Gloria Steinem

Bob Dylan

Paul Rudd

Seth Rogan

Niels Bohr

Jake Gyllenhaal

Pink

Nora Ephron

Karl Marx

Norman Mailer

Leonard Cohen

Leon Uris

Madeline Kahn

Bette Midler

Harvey Keitel

Kirk Douglas

James Caan 

Jeff Goldblum

Alan Arkin

Richard Dreyfuss

Bella Abzug

Martin Landau

David Schwimmer

Natalie Portman

Willian Shatner

Leonard Nemoy

Michael Douglas

Lauren Bacall

Fran Liebowitz

Ruth Handler (inventor of the Barbie doll)

Lenny Kravitz

Susie Essman

Gene Simmons

Gov. Josh Shapiro (Ohio)

Gov. J. B. Pritzker ((Illinois)

Joan Rivers

Buddy Hackett

Bea Arthur

Elie Wiesel

Irving Berlin

Jerry Lewis

Richard Feynman

Mark Zuckerberg

Jon Stewart

Dustin Hoffman

Abbie Hoffman

Paul Simon

Tony Curis

Phillip Glass

Allen Ginsburg

Arthur Miller

Harold Pinter 

Neil Simon

Woody Allen

Harvey Fierstein

George Kaufman

Marilyn Monroe

Jesse Eisenberg

Mark Rothko

Stan Lee

Paula Abdul

Steven Spielberg

Sergey Brin (co-founder of Google)

Lisa Kudrow

Adrian Brody

Adam Sandler

Chuck Schumer

Cary Grant

Marc Chagall

Diane Arbus

Dr. Jonas Salk 

Albert Einstein

Justice Ruth Bader Ginsburg


Friday, July 11, 2025

Childhood's End

The following request appeared on a local Neighborhood Watch website recently. Initially I thought it was a joke or some sort of parody. but judging by the slew of positive comments it received I realized the query was taken to be 100% serious. It  left me feeling stunned, confused, angry and more than a little alarmed.

The mom wrote: "My 11-year-old son has come out as pansexual and aromantic. I am wondering if there are any support groups for similar LGBTQ kids in the area."

Had it been my own son I would have asked if there were any child psychologists nearby who specialize in this type of mental aberration in young children. But no -- this lady was looking for other kids who also had determined, at such a young age, that they wanted to have sex with people of all genders and sexual preferences, but without any emotional attachment.

I wish the government would open up all those mental institutions they closed years ago so I could go live in one for the rest of my life.


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Thursday, July 10, 2025

What About the French Fries?

Sage advice dictates that one should plan like you're going to live forever and live like you're going to die tomorrow. Okay, so then what do you do about the French fries? Because if I were going to die tomorrow I'd be having Nathan's French fries with ketchup and salt for all my meals. But if I do that and then live forever, I'm going to be fat and very unhealthy.

It's a quandary.


Wednesday, July 9, 2025

The Internet: Poison or Panacea?

This isn't even true!

There are plenty of reasons to hate the Internet -- fake news, photoshopped images and completely manufactured stories to name but a few -- but surely the biggest one is its capacity to erode one's self-esteem. And in case I am being too presumptuous, I'll change that to "erode my self-esteem."

Before the arrival of the Internet, I was quite happy with myself. Of course, I was a lot younger and had more to be happy about back then, since it came along in 1991 with the introduction of the World Wide Web, and really took off by the mid-90s when I was about 50 years old, still relatively young and pretty, very healthy, pre-heart attack and with a young child at home I adored who thought I was God's Gift.

None of those things are true anymore, which likely and quite largely may contribute to my diminished self-esteem. Still, I can't help but wonder how I would feel about myself if I didn't constantly read about, hear about and see proof of in photos and videos how others have it so much better than I do. 

I tell myself to look away, don't turn on my computer, don't read about the lives of strangers. But I never listen, and in fact make it worse daily by ingesting even more of it. What's got me down today is a chance encounter with an online story about an Australian woman named Turia Pitt who was burned in a fire in 2011, with 65% of her face and body permanently disfigured and seven fingers amputated, who suffered two years of hell in a hospital, enduring 200 surgeries, and yet has lived a better, more fulfilling and happier life than I ever have by turning her tragedy into a fulfilling career path, publishing three books and running in races and giving TED talks, all with a smile. (Google her.)   

The flip side is that reading about others who have overcome great adversity can and should be inspiring. It hasn't done that for me, so I stick my head in the sand like an ostrich and try not to think about it. (BTW, ostriches do not really do that to avoid hard truths; instead it has to do with digging holes for nesting, a fact I learned on the very same Internet.)

Tired of ingesting things that bum me out, I'm starting an Internet diet, staying offline except for posting this blog and then getting the hell outta here.

Monday, July 7, 2025

A Must-Read for Campus Liberals

Rep. Ilhan Omar, Democrat from Minnesota, born in Hell.
Imagine you're an Israeli citizen in the prime of life, young and healthy, just starting out in a career or a relationship. Suddenly and without warning you are abducted by creatures lacking a soul and a conscience who are agents of Satan. They torture you and keep you hidden away in dark tunnels for almost two years, and according to an article at The Times of Israel.com, here is how you are doing today:

Yosek-Haim Ohana, 24, is suffering from severe mental illness.

Avinatan Or, 32, is facing a severe shortage of food and water.

 Matan Angrest21, was severely abused during captivity and could face permanent disability.

Elkana Bohbot, 36, faces severe mental health issues that have not been treated.

Gali and Ziv Berman, both 27, are both thought to be suffering from mental and physical illnesses.

Rom Braslavski, 21, suffers from asthma and is wounded in both arms.

Guy Gilboa-Dalal, 22, and Evyatar David, 23, who are thought to be held together, have faced extreme abuse and severe hunger.

 Eitan Horn 37, suffers from a chronic illness that has not been treated.

Maxim Herkin, 36, has an injured arm.  Nimrod Cohen, 20, has faced severe interrogations by his captors.

Segev Klaxon, 27, suffers from post-traumatic stress disorder and a “deteriorating” mental condition.

Bar Kuperstein, 23, faces serious malnourishment and other health issues.

Ariel and David Cunio, 26 and 34, are both thought to have been held in harsh conditions, and there is a lack of information about their conditions.

Omri Milan, 46, suffers from malnourishment and has been held in isolation.

Eitan Mor, 23, is held in harsh conditions and there is serious concern for his health.

Matan Zangauker 25, is held in isolation and suffers from muscular dystrophy.

In addition, there is “serious concern” for the lives of Tamir Nimrodi and  Bipin Joshi, due to a lack of any signs of life since they were captured.

Remember all these beautiful people the next time you grab your turban or headscarf, scrawl a few handmade signs and head out to excoriate those mean Israelis before going out for pizza with your friends.


Saturday, July 5, 2025

Theater Etiquette

This afternoon, my husband and I attended a matinee performance at a local theater. We arrived in plenty of time, and even a little early as is our wont. However, everyone else in our row had arrived even earlier. Since our seats were smack-dab in the middle of the row, five people had to stand for us to reach them. Based on everyone's obvious annoyance, you'd have thought we'd asked  them to donate an organ or something.

As holders of season passes to two different theaters and the Portland Symphony, my husband and I encounter this nonsense often. According to the general vibe, we are expected to apologize for disturbing everyone as we make our way to our seats, which we paid for just like they paid for theirs, stumbling over the stubborn holdouts who won't stand but simply move their knees aside. 

It's basically an obstacle course every time. And why is that? We are not talking running a half-marathon here --  all they have to do is stand up. 

More often than not, these momentarily displaced persons sigh audibly, scowl and grumble under their breath. To all of them I say, "Get a grip!" And also, I suggest getting some exercise so that the simple act of standing up and sitting back down isn't such a G.D. burden.

Friday, July 4, 2025

What's So Happy About Today?

My husband went out early to participate in our local celebration of America's founding. He is set to march in a parade of firemen, policemen, school groups, ladies who lunch, Elks, Masons, and Democrats through the streets of Freeport, decked out in his July 4th tchotchkes (see photo), along with 10 or 12 fellow Republicans in this very blue town. Not wanting to make myself a target of any Trump-hating crazies who may be roaming the streets, or actually crazies of any kind, I passed on the experience.

Call me cynical, I don't care. I also don't care to pretend to celebrate a country that is rife with division, where crime is rampant and hatred between our warring political factions rivals the buildup to the Civil War. Let's face it, America circa 2025 is no fun. The dream has not been fulfilled.

Okay, so we are not ruled by the British -- I'll give you that. I suppose that's a good thing, but it doesn't balance out rioting in the streets, murderous shootouts in many of our biggest cities, drag queen story hours in elementary schools, anti-semitism on our most prestigious college campuses and countless unwashed homeless leaving their dirty syringes behind as they traipse off to yet another outdoor encampment.

Happy birthday, America. Now just get it together and be something to celebrate and maybe I'll get out there next year.

Thursday, July 3, 2025

Nowhere to Turn

You can't go outside in July without getting bitten by something. At least, not if you're me. And also, if you are everyone in Maine, America's Vacationland. And what vacation would be complete without bug bites, bee stings and more of the same? So I stay inside. 

But staying inside has its drawbacks as well. Like today I turned on the TV and saw that Trump's "Big, Beautiful Bill" had passed, opening the door to unbelievable vitriol on the part of the Democrats. One guy online commented that "the fence-sitters probably voted yes after being threatened with physical violence," and another wrote, "the party is run like a mob family, no one dares step out of line."

Maybe being outside isn't so bad.


Wednesday, July 2, 2025

Ours Is Not A Color Blind Society

P Diddy Combs, or whatever the heck his name is, is a piece of shit, plain and simple. The fact that he is getting leniency despite his horrific crimes and that his piece of shit fans are happy about it reminds me of another piece of shit who got off after murdering two white people and his piece of shit fans at the Historically Black Howard University also celebrated wildly, including the law school students. What conclusions can be drawn?

Draw them.

The Worst Drug Of All

The common expression, "There are two kinds of people in the world," is actually false. In reality there are three kinds, and it's indisputable. First there is the person who spends a considerable amount of their precious allotted time alive creating videos they believe to be clever or that feature their imagined talent and will eventually earn them fame and fortune, editing them and then posting them online, and then spends even more time watching the number of clicks and comments they engender. 

The second kind doesn't create any videos, and in fact scoffs at most of them, while spending countless hours watching them, commenting on them and sharing them with their friends. It's hard to know which group is worse for mankind's evolution, which is clearly on the wane intellectually and physically.

The third kind does neither. This is a rare bird indeed, and I have met only one of them so far in my life. She is a nurse who never looks at the Internet. Instead she spends her time actually living, doing things, helping her patients and her family, and being a thoughtful and committed friend. 

I wish I could be more like her but alas, I am in the group that watches the shit that floods the Internet, shaking my head in disbelief and occasionally forwarding a video to a friend or family member. This behavior exacerbates my self-hatred, leading to gross amounts of overeating, ultimately feeling sick and depressed, and thus eating more and watching more videos.

I'm not proud of it, believe me. I am confessing this behavior with the hope that my words might inspire someone to reject engaging in the first two groups and join my friend Teresa R. in hers. She might just save our species from extinction.

Wednesday, June 25, 2025

"It" People Are Everywhere

I am well aware that there are those confused souls among us who turn against themselves and opt for self-mutilation in the name of gender identity. To them I say go ahead -- lop off your breasts, grow a beard or don't, take hormones to be more girly or manly, that's your business and in a free country, your prerogative. 

Luckily for me, none of those people are in my immediate circle so I can choose to look away. But this morning I had no such option when I went to my doctor's office for some lab work and the technician I was assigned was one of the "It" people.

It had long, flowing hair like Cher, only curly. It had a full beard like Methuselah, only black. It sported bright red nail polish on obviously manicured nails, and wore some sort of skirt-like garment. Its bare, yet hairy, arms were dotted with tattoos and its earlobes were laden with piercings. It was a "they," coming at me to draw my blood.

Being as old as I am, I can remember when such tasks were performed by nurses in crisp white uniforms who looked like they had showered before work, unlike this guy/gal today. I was almost repulsed, but not quite. Still, I stuck out my arm and gritted my teeth and then went on my way, wondering how he/she/it had ever been hired for that kind of work when I couldn't get hired as a sales clerk at LLBean because they said my personality was too strong for their client base.

Tuesday, June 24, 2025

I Love Boomers

I read an article online detailing all the habits that tell the world you are a Boomer, and suggesting you stop doing them. It cracked me up, as if every Boomer isn't ridiculously proud to be one! Like we aren't the greatest generation! Oh please. Following are some of the no-nos according to the writer of the article, no doubt someone in their 20s.

Paying bills by writing a check and mailing it instead of paying online through your phone says you are outdated and mistrustful of technology. Yup, we are, and for good reason. Ever hear of scammers or identity theft? 

Calling someone without texting first. Apparently that's rude, and very disturbing to young people who need time to "brace themselves for a call."

Still using a landline. They say it's clunky and a dust-collector. I say it's the only thing that works when our cell phone service goes out or the Internet dies in a storm. Here in New England that's not a rare thing.

Typing with one finger on a cell phone. Who cares?

Using retired emojis. News flash: The Smiley Face is no longer okay to use and many others, like the crying-laughing emoji, have been replaced by sarcasm-laced lowercase text or the skull emoji.

Leaving voicemails for basic messages. The new etiquette requires you to just text it -- the human voice is for emergencies only and is jarring to others.

I have my own list of things that tell me you're not a Boomer, starting with a giant hole in each earlobe, filled with I'm not sure what, tattoos all over your neck and body, ugly hairstyles like "half a shaved head and the other half a ponytail," nose rings that look like dripping snot, and most confusing, indeterminate genders.

I'm a Baby Boomer and thank God. I like men in pants, not skirts. Sue me, I just love Boomers.

Sunday, June 22, 2025

Pity the Poor Pacifist

Despite the fact that no fighting is taking place on our shores, to be alive today in America is to live with the knowledge of the continuing horror, terror, destruction, misery, sickness and starvation faced by those unfortunate innocents in other parts of the world who are caught in the wrong place at the wrong time.

Dumb as it sounds to some people, the ongoing and escalating chaos in the Middle East makes me unable to enjoy almost anything these days. My husband says to look away, don't watch it, don't read about it. Instead, I should focus on my own here and now. 

It's true, there is peace here in Freeport, Maine. Still, I am sad to be a human. Watching the chipmunks and squirrels and birds scampering and flitting around my yard, oblivious to problems beyond finding their next meal, I'm jealous. While I have no such worries about food scarcity, my fear and loathing of my fellow man are overwhelming.

If I could just take war seriously, I might feel better. As it is, I see it as a really stupid game played by a bunch of brain-damaged lunatics, not unlike Paintball or Laser tag. No wonder I feel like an alien on my home planet.



Saturday, June 21, 2025

The Worst Season

Bug bites, bee stings, 
ants in the cupboard, noisy air conditioners, 
itching, ticks, Lyme disease, sunburn, 
sleepless nights, soaring temperatures, 
glare, Brown tail moths, thunderstorms. 

Welcome to summer. 

Wednesday, June 18, 2025

Let's Hear It For the Jews


I was born to Jewish parents who were smart and funny. We celebrated many Jewish holidays. They took me to the theater and the opera and our home was overflowing with books. They put a high price on learning and made me do my homework every night before I could do anything else. All of our many relatives were a hoot; comedy was a huge part of my childhood. The food was beyond great. All in all, I loved growing up as a Jew!

I still love being a Jew and would not wish otherwise under any circumstances. I cannot understand why any group or individual person dislikes the Jewish people. I do understand that they fear them, for their intelligence and great powers of intuition and leadership.

To those people I say, get over it.

Don't Say Nuthin' Bad About My Bibi

Okay, break's over. I was planning on staying away longer until I saw the cover of today's New York Slimes Sunday Magazine and lost...