NO MALARKEY!

“No Malarkey!” and no fear, Dear Reader, that this week’s blog is political.  Instead, Joe Biden’s new campaign slogan got me thinking about how much words matter.  If a candidate is looking for young voters, “No Malarkey” is a slogan that isn’t going to grab anyone under, say, the age of 60.  

Words Matter!

Look at it this way:  if you want to come off as the bees’ knees rather than a fuddy duddy, lose the fusty slogan.  “Malarkey” is old hat and reinforces the notion that you’re a geezer.  And by the way, Joe, only an eejit would suggest families sit around listening to a record player together in the evening–but at least you didn’t call it a Victrola.

I spend a lot of time figuring out “keywords” for my blogs—short words or phrases that will draw readers in.  They are the search engine equivalent of campaign slogans. I can check my blog’s weekly statistics to see how many people have visited the site based on the blog’s title.  (No surprise that anything containing the word “Cats” is a sure winner.) I wonder what keyword test “No Malarkey” passed.

I did have a lot of fun researching old-fashioned slang. Here are a few more doozies that I came up with that I couldn’t manage to work into the narrative but think you will enjoy:

Gobbledy gook (double-talk); nincompoop (dopey person); codger (another word for geezer); beauty parlor (hair salon); floozie (“cheap” woman); mortified (embarrassed to death).  Most of these words are insulting, which might lead one to put on a puss face (pout).  Coincidentally, this screed may lead some to think I am a Holy Joe (self-righteous person).

Have a good week!

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HAPPY THANKSGIVING 2019

This bird won’t be on anyone’s table ever.


Meet “The Limper,” a turkey who lives in the woods behind our former abode in Hartford, CT. Despite a hinky leg, he has survived year after year, avoiding coyotes, bobcats, and whatever other predators lurk in the bushes. Here in California, I miss the old guy and because of him, our Thanksgiving dinner includes lots of vegetarian options.

I hope that you and whomever you celebrate Thanksgiving 2019 with have a delicious and peaceable feast.

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AGING

Image by Jake Thacker via Unsplash.

Aging:  as the saying goes, “It beats the alternative.”  I have searched the internet for the origins of this cliché and there is no definitive answer but lots of suggestions.  You could say the same about the benefits of aging:  there is no definitive answer but lots of ideas.  To me, either you live long enough to age or you don’t.  If you live long enough, life inevitably changes in good ways and not-so-good ways.

Since I have been laid up for the past month with a giant sling as my constant companion, I have been reading and thinking about the physical effects of aging. (I don’t recommend this if you have any tendencies towards depression.) There are lots of books on the subject, some of them written by aging Baby Boomers who seem to be as shocked as I am that we are growing old.

If you don’t have time to read a whole book because you’re too busy with physical therapy appointments and Zumba classes, check out The New Yorker’s November 4, 2019 issue. Arthur Krystal’s column, “Old News,” is a gem.  In addition to an extensive list with short descriptions of books about aging, Krystal’s own views on the subject are insightful and often funny.  For example:

Vain, self-centered people will likely find aging less tolerable than those who seek meaning in life by helping others.  And those fortunate enough to have lived a full and productive life may exit without undue regret.   But if you’re someone who—oh, for the sake of argument—is unpleasantly surprised that people in their forties or fifties give you a seat on the bus…you just might resent time’s insistent drumbeat.

I’m with Arthur.  The time a fifty-something woman offered me her seat on BART, I balked until my husband nudged me and said “Just take the seat.” It was a “senior moment” of an altogether different kind.

Have a good week.

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WHAT I’M READING

I have been reading more than usual these past few weeks while my shoulder and arm are healing. It has been such a pleasure to lie around, guilt free, and catch up with some favorite authors.  Here’s last week’s list:




I love reading my favorite authors. It is like catching up with dear friends.

THE DUTCH HOUSE by Ann Patchett
Patchett has long been a favorite of mine.  Her writing seems so effortless.  The Dutch House is a multi-generational story of love, loss, revenge and reconciliation. Goodreads rates Patchett’s novel as 4.3 on a scale of 1-5. While I enjoyed this story, I am still wondering why Patchett made some of the plot choices.

OLIVE AGAIN by Elizabeth Strout
Olive Kitteridge is back. I love this cantankerous Mainer. She is a curmudgeon with a tender heart. Last night  I read this description of a conversation Olive is having with her adult son and I feel exactly the same way when my adult sons come to visit:  “He spoke a great deal about his podiatry practice…the insurance he had to pay, the insurance that his patients had, Olive didn’t care what he talked about….On and on he talked, her son….She would stay here forever to hear this.  He could recite the alphabet to her and she would sit here and listen to it.”

PALACE WALK by Naguib Mahfouz
This is the first book of The Cairo Trilogy by the acclaimed Egyptian writer, Nobel Prize winner and author of 34 novels and more than 350 short stories.  I have begun this novel several times and it hasn’t really grabbed me, so it brings up the “so many books, so little time” issue.  It’s an important story, so I believe this time I might finish it.  We’ll see.

And what are you reading this week?

Photo by Gaelle Marcel on Unsplash

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Black(out) and Blue

This was to be a note that, due to my restricted black and blue shoulder (see blog of Oct. 7), I am planning to take a couple of weeks off and will return when I can type with all ten fingers again. Now we have just learned that there is a blackout scheduled for 5:00 pm today; all our electrical power will be turned off indefinitely due to very high fire danger. There are about a million households near our area affected. I tell ya, if you ever want to feel like you are living on the edge of disaster, think of last week in California: a few earthquakes, several wildfires and, of course, the political news from Washington, DC. It’s enough to make you jump off the back deck (as CatmanDeux tried last week, as if there wasn’t enough excitement around here). Keep your spirits up and…

Have a good week!

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Autumn Leaves and Leaving

Autumn Leaves, Simsbury, Connecticut

Autumn Leaves,
Simsbury, Connecticut

In the autumn of 1996, Norm appeared at my kitchen door and told me he had come to say “goodbye.” Our family had moved to Connecticut from California six months earlier and Norm was one of my few friends. We had worked together fashioning a garden around the newly built house, planted trees, installed a raised bed for growing vegetables. It was Norm who taught me about frost heaves, the mud season, hardy perennials and Swamp Yankees—all new concepts for a West Coast native—and he was a good friend, besides, so I was distressed at his leaving.

“Are you moving away?” I asked.

He shook his head; I recognized the incredulity with which most locals greeted my cluelessness. “No. It’s the end of October. I’ll see you when winter’s over.”

It seemed odd, since we lived three blocks apart, but that was before I understood it wasn’t only the leaves that left by the beginning of November. The comforting night sounds of crickets, cicadas, and katydids were silenced. The ever-present, annoying mosquitos disappeared, too, but so did most of the neighborhood birds. All that remained were a few drab sparrows, winter-plumaged finches and—a life-saver for the Seasonally Affective Disordered—cheery red cardinals. Garden magazines carried articles about choosing plants for bark color to add “winter interest”—a depressing concept, if ever there was one. Then the sun set early—really, really early. By 4:00 p.m. the sky began to darken. By 4:30 I had to turn the lights on.

The natives had terms for all varieties of winter weather: sometimes the sky was only “spitting” snow; other times we endured Nor-easters, ice storms, power outages that meant not only loss of electricity but also water, because the well had an electrical pump. I began to wonder why anyone ever chose to settle in New England. By February even Florida seemed appealing.

That was many years ago. In time, Norm retired, the kids went off to college and I, belatedly, grew up, too. I stopped hating winter (well, except for January and February) and began to enjoy Snow Days, the “bones” of my leafless garden and flannel sheets. In California, one season slid into another and I scarcely noticed. All that counted was if it rained or not. In New England, I learned to appreciate the austere snowscape as well as the extravagant summer foliage. That appreciation is all the keener because winter is so long. I’d like to think that I’ve become accustomed to friends’ leaving, too; it would be a pat, inspirational way to end this musing. That’s not true, though. The best I can do is to remember that with losses comes the anticipation of new friends, different landscapes and other adventures–after an appropriate wait, of course. And for those of you who are impatient, there’s always Florida.

Note: I publish this “From the Archives” every November.

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VIRTUE OR GOOD LUCK?

It’s easy to confuse good luck with virtue.  I learned that lesson this month in a tiny airport in Zambia. I had my heart set on buying some beautiful African textiles there; our plane was about to board and I rushed towards my purse and tripped.  I landed on my outstretched right arm and immediately felt like someone had taken a blowtorch to my shoulder.  (Nevertheless, I hobbled my sorry self over to the counter and paid for the cloth—you know–“shop while you drop!”)  I knew I was badly injured because I could barely raise my arm.  When we got home a few days later, the doctor confirmed that I had two serious tears to my rotator cuff.

Which brings me to the subject of luck vs. virtue.  I have had the good luck to be healthy and physically strong my whole life.  Until now, I set luck aside and went with the smug idea that I am in good shape because I am a good (i.e., virtuous) person.  I eat well and exercise regularly.  This ignores the fact my parents were both slender, never exercised at all, and yet lived into their late 80’s.

It is easy to unconsciously blame other people for some of their disabilities.  People who are overweight or can’t walk well because they have sore hips or knees are everywhere and it has nothing to do with virtue and much to do with bad luck and normal aging.  I have been lucky until now, but as the surgeon told me last week, “You look good for 74, but remember that your ligaments are still 74.”  I laughed because I can’t believe I’m 74, but the guy did have a point (which he could have kept to himself, in my opinion).  Next time you see someone in a knee brace or a big sling, remember that they are either unlucky or lucky to be living long enough to age.

HAVE A LUCKY WEEK!

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BABY ANIMALS

No matter how carefully I craft the weekly blog essays using everything I can do to make them timely, clear and well-constructed, photos of baby animals outnumber the popularity of written blogs by a ratio of about 100 to 1. So here are some pictures I took on our recent trip to Kenya and Zambia.

I have never seen a lone baby elephant. They are always with their mothers and
often with siblings, aunties and cousins of their large elephant herds.
This photo was taken in Zambia near the South Luangwa River.
We spent hours watching these lion cubs in the Masai Mara.
I wished I could jump off the jeep and play with them.
Even wildebeests are pretty cute when they’re young. Later? Not so much.
The same can be said for young hyenas,

whereas hippo babies just look like smaller versions of their parents.
Baby Vervet Monkeys are adorable,
and baby baboons have tantrums like human two-year-olds when Mom tries to clean them up. This one was so loud, I thought it was being murdered outside our tent.
Another astounding African sunset.

HAVE A GOOD WEEK!

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THE GREAT MIGRATION II

Last month I had the good fortune to view one portion of the Great Migration of wildebeests, zebras and other grazers crossing the Mara River in Kenya. I took these photos of part of the crossing and its aftermath.

It is bedlam. The wildebeests trample each other in their rush to cross the river and get up the opposite bank before they are killed by a lion or a croc. They have reason to be afraid.
Lions wait in the grasses up top, while…
crocodiles lie in wait beside or under the water.

One wildebeest was quickly drowned by a crocodile while another looked on.
Most of the zebras waited until the rush was over and the predators had eaten.
On the other side of the Mara, one wildebeest celebrated a successful crossing (sorry, Mom).

Next week: Zambia!

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THE GREAT MIGRATION

Ever since I was a little kid, sitting on the floor in front of that terrible TV my family owned, I have been fascinated by The Great Migration. Just the words “Serengeti Plain” got me dreaming about the vast space so far away. Luckily, in late August I got to fulfill my childhood dream to go there.

The Great Migration is a continuous motion of grazing animals that moves in a clockwise direction from the Serengeti Plains in Tanzania through the Masai Mara Reserve in Kenya in a big circle. The grazing animals are following after the rains, which in turn produce the fresh grazing material the animals depend on. FYI, the BBC has a new series, Nature’s Great Events, which features The Great Migration. Unfortunately, last night’s episode was about sardines. I couldn’t care less about sardines, though I’m sure they are quite interesting in their own fishy way. But keep a lookout for the episode on The Great Migration.

Meanwhile, here are some unretouched photos I took last month–all from the first 24 hours of arrival in “The Bush” of Kenya. We were unbelievably lucky. In the late afternoon, our guide Jakob took us for a drive near our camp. We came across a weary lion and followed him from a distance for a while. He was a slow walker, so we drove to another area and found a second male lion, hanging out with a female. This meant nothing to us, but Jakob, who grew up nearby, decided it was worth waiting to see what might develop. Plenty developed, as soon as the males caught sight of each other.

It wasn’t pretty.
and it was LOUD.

Both lions survived, apparently without serious injuries. They walked away as if nothing had happened.

The next morning, we set out to see if any of the thousands of animals around us were going to cross the Mara River that day. It turns out you can sit in a Land Rover for days at a time, baking in the sun, and no animals cross. But we had come a long, long way and so set off, hoping for the best.

It didn’t take long to find wildebeests standing around. They’re not the brightest bulbs.
There were thousands of them.

We made our way to the river, where about 30 other vehicles were already parked, waiting for animals to cross, but there were no animals nearby. Jakob found what I considered to be a hopeless location and we got ready to wait. However, instead of waiting we had to rush to get our cameras ready. The wildebeests came stampeding right past us.

The dust, the sound of hooves and the “gnu” sounds were terrific.
The crossing began.

NEXT WEEK: The exciting conclusion!

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