Say, Wot?

Friday, November 01, 2024

RFK Jr., in charge of Women’s Health? Really?

Women must vote exactly as their husbands do? Really?

Are Americans willing to resume living in the Middle Ages or, more realistically, those pre-MAs?

In this election battle, highly visible key Republicans are pulling out all the stops now, hoping to gain more male voting. Until recently, the competition didn’t seem like such a gender feud.

I’ve preferred to consider Americans more politically mature, surely enough to abhor our presidential competition turning into a battle of the sexes. But now, that’s where it’s at, a down-and-dirty fight.

Frankly, even from the very git-go, and way prior to his famous escalator ride, I wouldn’t have voted for DJT for as much as a dog-catcher. I see him as a disgusting person, and worst for his lack of embarrassment about being considered such. His popularity with some Americans has encouraged a rise of more “Take the wins and to hell with everything else!” types.

Americans are accustomed to hard-liners in Congress who have supported Trump. We now see posturing at the Republican forefront increasing wealthy and aggressive types, like Musk, Vance, RFK Jr. (Daddy is roiling in his grave!), and others.

Gender differences were critical for our species’ survival at various points in human evolution. Slowly, those times changed, especially over the last seventy years, when they seemed to be going at warp speed.

Changing times and prosperity continually are affecting our social and health lives. Accordingly, humans must adapt and adjust their perspectives. “Can’t we all get along?”

Individuals in a Democracy who understand and accept changes contribute more effectively to its ongoing upward evolution. Nowadays, living quality equals a Democracy’s quest to boost its productivity and manage its economics.

Dear Friends: Be sure to vote, for much is hinging on election outcomes. Diana

Boo!

Thursday, October 31, 2024

Halloween is dawning here in Central Oregon. The thermometer outside shows 32 degrees. It’s also a damp morning. Altogether, the heralding weather is well-suited for Halloween.

On several mornings, my creative co-worker Lily arrived at work looking ghoulish but always too pretty to frighten anyone.

If the department store isn’t busy, my role in the Jewelry Department becomes boring. I spoke about this to a key manager, who gave me the green light to leave and assist other departments in dull times, but available if Jewelry needs me.

Yesterday, because the Jewelry Department was boring, I shifted away to Intimates and helped clear dressing rooms, straighten and rehang apparel, and ring-up purchases. Staying busy made time pass quickly and improved my working hours. Plus, I found it easier to help customers find apparel than a perfectly fitting jewelry piece.

Today is a day off, and I’ll continue transitioning my little ranch to winter. It’s time to drain hoses and handle the most needed repairs. As for my habitual escapee, he’s now confronted with higher fencing and has returned to digging. Yesterday, he and Mitzvah slipped under the fence while, happily, I was at home to corral both and block Chase’s dig.

Dear Friends: Have an enjoyable Halloween with fun-costumed visitors. Diana

Adornments

Wednesday, October 30, 2024

Yesterday, the department store where I work part-time hosted a traveling jewelry show. The jewels, primarily of gold and diamonds, were beautiful and expensive. Those luxuries in these economically stressful times drew individuals who wished to self-identify uniquely from others; however, it appeared (to me) that actual sales might be falling short of the goals.

I remember reading somewhere that, “First man made tools, and then he made jewelry.” The earliest jewels worn that identified individuals uniquely probably were real seashells and artist-created resemblances.

Watching customers yesterday, I was struck by how long they (mostly women) studied the array and carefully selected pieces, one by one, to try on. Most arrived wearing their favorite jewelry pieces, hoping to match or complement those items. Many found choices they loved and looked fine, tried on, but decided against making a sizable investment.

Sure, “It’s the economy, stupid.” Nonetheless, potential buyers did show up and spent much time looking and playing with offerings. It resembled a sort of practice event, like entering a department store’s dressing room and trying on clothing, self-assessing, and then deciding against purchasing.

If the store’s goals did fall short, it’s likely for not advertising or promoting adequately an upcoming, unique opportunity to discover fine jewelry locally.

I’m often struck by yet another recognition of today’s businesses inadequately providing training and learning opportunities. Maybe I could have helped more with yesterday’s selling effort and improved the bottom line. However, I wasn’t adequately trained before the event.

About inadequate training: Experience has taught me that regardless of how many computer-generated training videos an organization provides, time spent “learning via videos” quickly becomes a brain-deadening sentence. Simply put, teams need regular meetings to gain a common understanding and be on the same page.

Dear Friends: At least I glimpsed “a little inside” of key jewelry showing. Diana

It’s The Times, Stupid!

Tuesday, October 29, 2024

To summarize for ya’all, despite my ongoing efforts to prevent my dog from escaping the fenced “dog area,” he’s still managing to bully out; however, as of today, Chase is still with me.

In a long conversation yesterday, a friend told me about her two twenty-something-year-old daughters and why they are conflicted about attending college. The youngest is a dental assistant who loves her work. Her dentist encourages her to become a dentist, and she wants to very much but fears incurring the enormous debt of attending dental school. She might instead settle on becoming a dental hygienist.

Her older daughter completed some college but couldn’t find local employment and sustainable wages, so she moved to Kentucky a few years ago and found work there with decent pay. She won’t return to higher education as its cost/benefit ratio isn’t in her favor.

To me, a college education is more than learning practice in areas of potential employment, although it does that. A college experience encourages self-awareness and confidence through real-time activities such as thought-exchanging, interactive listening, and identifying and debating specifics. These help individuals evaluate and understand their own positions more clearly.

Those “extras” of education help individuals “round out” and become more adept at finding appropriate work and negotiating for personal needs.

Hindsight tells me that the extras are essential for finding desirable work and navigating associated essentials. But today, perhaps thoughtful individuals in their twenties view the concept of debt as so real and burdensome that they disvalue more possibilities, like becoming more rounded out and capable of negotiating effectively for personal advantages.

If I’m out of step with the times, my life’s experience and observations have recognized the almost unmeasurable value of pursuing and achieving higher education.

Dear Friends: That’s my position; I’ll stick with it and not disregard pushback. Diana

Challenge

Monday, October 28, 2024

I’ve looked repeatedly to see where my dog Chase has repeatedly escaped from the dog area. I wasn’t watching the right spot until yesterday when he went over a seemingly inescapable fence section. I saw Chase climb the six-foot, all-wire fencing, perch atop, balance to position himself, and then leap a gulley to reach a supporting surface.

That’s how he’d been managing. Knowing eased some of my frustrations, but countering his escapes from there was challenging. That section of fence needed heightening, but it’s in a high, rocky area where my footing wasn’t stable.

“One does what one must.” “What doesn’t kill you makes you stronger.”

So, in the dusky evening, I dragged a leftover roll of fencing fabric from the barn to the needy area. While self-balancing to avoid tripping over rocky jumblings, I unrolled, laid out, and wired a foot of new height onto the original fence. My work wasn’t stable before darkness prevented completing the job.

Nonetheless, after letting the dogs outside again, I watched Chase. He stayed in their area. Later, around midnight, I let the dogs out briefly, and Chase re-entered the house with his buddies.

Today, I’ll finish that section of fence-topping and then do more fixing. I saw partially dug spots where Chase wanted to crawl under the fence. His innate sense of physics makes him a great natural engineer. If Chase learned to read and write, he’d teach much and provide income for me.

Dear Friends: He’s a never-closing chapter that resists containment, needs safety. Diana

Drippy Start

Sunday, October 27, 2024

Earlier, as I began writing, unusual noises began hinting at rain. Suddenly, a hefty squall rushed over Central Oregon, where I live. Its racket lasted just moments, and its wake was eerily silent.

That brief environmental shift urged me to refocus and create a mystery novel instead of writing a blog. However, I’m not quick and clever enough to pursue such a sudden inspiration, but it’s parked in my head for more thinking later.

Now, I see a forecast that rain will occur for much of today. Anticipating mild cold and dampness is starting a push to revive my old, trusty slow cooker and create some kind of stew. The idea is becoming almost aromatic in my mind.

Thus, this True Fall Sunday begins. I am off from my part-time job and will be reading a lot. I want to stay abreast of the terrible wars occurring still among world nations, this country’s political battles, and its overpriced economy.

Dear Friends: Enjoy this pleasant day–staying dry or being in the rain–as you wish. Diana

Hurrying

Saturday, October 26, 2024

I don’t know where to start or what to write about. I’m closely following the wars in Ukraine and the Middle East and the ferocious battle for America’s presidency. It doesn’t help my brain’s muddled state that my dog has gone missing (again!) after being allowed a few moments outside earlier.

Russia is training North Korean Soldiers to help it conquer Ukraine. Israel and Iran are bombing each other. American women’s rights are on the firing line. There’s plenty to worry about. I add a personal woe to the world’s. Who needs a dog that can’t be contained, and ultimately, what may become of him?

My brain might feel muddled, but it is informed and has decent opinions. I hope Ukraine wins over Russia and joins NATO. I hope the Middle East’s mixed population can merge and learn to live together. I hope Iran’s restrictive ruling forces will be overthrown and replaced by enlightened leaders. I hope heavy tanks run over Putin and Kim soon.

China’s power, potential, status, and my sweet dog’s future are also important factors to consider.

Dear Friends: Think through elements, gain defendable opinions, and above all, vote! Diana


Chasing Fate

Friday, October 25, 2024

Yesterday morning, the arrival of winter felt more real because ice was coating the waters for my chickens and horses. I got busy quickly, setting out heated buckets in the coop area and installing water heaters in the horse troughs.

High on my mind was that my dog Chase had been escaping, and very quickly. I couldn’t catch him in the act nor see how or where he was getting out. Finally, I saw and was again amazed by his strength and determination.

I watched Chase rush toward the six-foot fence. Getting close, he leaped directly at the fence fabric, his front feet grabbing high and rear feet grabbing nearly as high. He hoisted himself right over.

He accomplished that in four moves: running fast, leaping high, grabbing with front and back feet, and going over.

I put all the dogs inside my house and then worked, adding wire to heighten the escape area of the fence. Afterward, I fed the dogs before briefly allowing them outside again. Guess what? When the dogs came inside, there was no Chase.

He was invisible in the evening’s darkness; he wasn’t at the garage door where he usually appears after escaping. I checked and rechecked a sight of him. Finally, I gave up, went to bed, and left Chase in Fate’s unpredictable hands.

I worried all night.

When I let the dogs go outside before today’s first light, I saw Chase standing near the garage door. He came inside happy and no worse for wear.

This morning’s worries: Where might the fence need more height? Will more heightening help with containment? Or…?

Dear Friends: The AI-generated blog header is almost exactly Chase escaping. Diana

Thought Assist

Thursday, October 24, 2024

This year, I made some decisions quickly. Each ended with me overpaying for an outcome that might have been different. Essentially, my intense, determined focus turned me into my own victim.

A common understanding is that humans often make fast decisions that will most likely have costly consequences. Another is that excitement’s effect can overcome an innate human need for caution.

I was following this year’s Nobel Prize award, which introduced me to Daniel Kahneman’s classic book, Thinking Fast and Slow, published in 2001. In it, he explains critical elements of human rationality and irrationality. Reviews of that book encouraged my brain’s rational side, and I ordered it.

The book’s main thesis is that there are two modes of thought: “System 1” is fast, instinctive, and emotional, while “System 2” is slower, more deliberative, and more logical. 

I often find myself thinking and deciding rapidly. I wondered if I could gain insights from Kahneman’s work to help me pause such active, almost overwhelming thought processes. Essentially, by slowing thoughts appropriately, ideas might start regrouping.

Applying correct knowledge also could mean bypassing the awfulness of brain drain, money loss, and postmortem anxieties.

The book arrived yesterday, and today, I will start reading it.

Dear Friends: Ideas that may facilitate fast-moving thought processes are welcome. Diana

Outing

Wednesday, October 23, 2024

My donkey Pimmy looks better every day. She’s lost weight, and her Cushing’s Disease has done a number on her coat. What had been a “harsh donkey” coat has softened into a touch-inviting plush velvet.

Yesterday, I introduced Pimmy to a grazing muzzle. I led her on a short walk, but that was inadequate preparation for her to follow her horse friends freely and comfortably. I would be riding horseback that afternoon, and experience has taught that Pimmy would follow her horses but also nonstop try to rub off the muzzle. She needed more practice in the muzzle, so she stayed home. As her friends passed by en route to the horse trailer, Pimmy objected noisily.

My friend Anna and I had an enjoyable ride. She was on Rosie, and I was on Sunni, with my dogs running alongside. The horses hadn’t been ridden for a while and started off slightly jiggy. Anna rides beautifully, and soon, Rosie was moving quietly. My Sunni is easy to get along with, and her walk quickly became pleasant.

I’ve been too busy with various demands to work enough with the horses. That must change because great horses deserve proper exercise. I will make time to lunge and ride them and also work with Pimmy.

A surprise visitor arrived while I was out in the evening darkness to give the horses a last feeding. I wasn’t pleased about the happy visitor—my dog, Chase! After making yet another escape!

Dear Friends: On horseback and the dogs running alongside…a super outing. Diana