I just hugged my washing machine. I’m over my mad about my old one’s not lasting the 25 years I’d expected of it. Instead, I’m in love with my new washer.
I couldn’t believe the tiny bit of detergent it takes–maybe an ounce? And I was flabbergasted when I let it fill with water, peeked inside, and could see damp clothes but no water. It’s Energy-Star, to boot. So I’m saving $$$$ and being eco-conscious while getting cleaner clothes than I got with the old machine (may it rest in recycled peace). It wasn’t an expensive model, either, especially after my energy rebate. And it isn’t one of those front-loaders that so many people are having trouble with (no mold for me, thank you!).
I admit that little things like this excite me. Okay, maybe I should get a life. So sue me. Better still, when your old machine gurgles down it’s last sudsy gulp, buy one of these.
Extended illness causes loneliness. The sick person wants to interact with others but may not have much energy. The parent/spouse/child caregiver is often just as lonely, seeing their loved one in their weakened, vulnerable, less communicative state while they, themselves, find their caregiving isolating them from their friends and normal life. For both, the loneliness can be as devastating as the illness itself. Which is where you come in. Brighten their lives with a card, note, or voicemail, just to let them know you’re thinking about them but not asking for a response. If they’ve been part of a group you belong to, call to fill them in on details of the last meeting or some silly thing that happened at a social event (this IS a good time for light, harmless gossip). Drop off a meal or special goodie. Bring over old pictures of times you spent together and share memories. Always call first, and stay only as long as you aren’t tiring them. Such little things go a long way to brighten lonely lives.
Tonight, cook and throw away 1/3 before serving it. Sounds wasteful and stupid. But that’s how much food we grow in our world that goes to waste. Meanwhile, famine, hunger, and food insecurity among children exist while our landfills overflow. Supermarkets put out only the perfect produce. They know we won’t pay their prices for misshapen vegetables or fruit that has a slight bruise. So they toss it out, even though it tastes the same and is just as nutritious. After all, it’s grown the same, in dirt or dangling from buggy trees.
I like the idea of a Canadian company who packages its appropriately named “No Name Naturally Imperfect” produce. These fruits and veggies can sell to markets cheaper, then markets can sell to us for less, and some major chains are planning to do just that. I’ll be in line to buy it. And I’ll lobby my lawmakers not to cut out farmers’ livelihood but put the extra produce to work feeding hungry people.
To all of my Jewish friends, readers — everyone, actually: Happy Rosh HaShanah!
For those who aren’t familiar with this day, it’s the beginning of a new civil year. This Christian (me) is partial to the two-day observance because of what it celebrates: the creation of Adam and Eve and, therefore, the human race. I like the idea that ALL humans, no matter color, religion, politics, country of origin, or position in society, are related to each other through those two people (either physically or symbolically, I don’t care which). So, it makes sense to me that we should treat everyone who crosses our path like long-lost, cherished family.
Autumn began a few days ago. It’s a beautiful season, with tree-leaves turning bright colors then falling to the ground to carpet your yard. The problem is, bugs thrive and multiply in fallen leaves. You’ll want to control them. Instead of using chemicals to do that, try this: 1) keep leaves raked up from your yard, and 2) trim bushes so their lower branches don’t touch the ground.
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Here’s a bit of Americana for the card players out there: the origin of the term “pass the buck,” meaning, of course, to avoid responsibility by giving it to someone else.
In the second half of the 1800s, poker became a very popular game. However, distrust was high, everyone assuming that everyone else was cheating, especially the dealer. This led to many a gunfight and bloody messes to clean up. The solution was to take turns dealing, passing the job on to the next person seated at the table. Whoever was dealing was given a marker to indicate that he was the dealer. Usually, this was a knife, which, in those days, often had handles carved out of a buck’s horn. Therefore, when it was your turn to deal, someone would “pass the buck” to you. Later, by the way, the knife was replaced by a silver dollar, which may be the derivation of the term “buck” for a dollar.
Another bit of trivia that you probably can’t work into any conversation……..
More police? I keep hearing that cities are scrambling to increase the size of their police forces. I agree that it’s important to have people to keep us safe from muggers, break-ins, shootings, gangs, rapes, and all the other terrible crimes being perpetrated. However, I can’t help wondering if a better approach might be to worry as much about solving the root cause of most crimes–poverty–as we do about increasing our police forces. Definitely, spending the time, money, and resources up front, to alleviate poverty in our cities, would lessen the need for people to protect us. That approach seems like a win-win situation to me.