Sunday, April 12, 2026

Napowrimo 12: Remembering a Relative

What came to mind was the story of, actually, two relatives. Grandfather was one of the more quiet Christians in my family history. He never preached a sermon; the college was close enough that he might have taken classes before the War, but I've found no record of it. He had his own kind of ministry. The cousin who kept the store, every day for fifty years with (eventually) some help from a wife and children, was always held up to my brother and me as an example of a righteous man.

They said no one was hungry
and no one was cold
in the Depression 
days of old.

Down by the railroad tracks
was a little store,
ten feet by twenty
or not much more.

Third cousin much removed
had two brothers
who died of stupidity,
left two others

he never could educate;
they had no need
beyond food and shelter,
never could read.

Grandfather reckoned he
had a long row
of mostly weeds and
rocks to hoe;

Backed his bid on
the little store.
"Help those who need help;
can't do more."

Whoever needed
food to eat
could get food at the store
till on his feet.

Whoever needed
coal to burn
could get it from the store
till season's turn.

If an account had run
on too long,
Grandfather paid it;
his word was strong.

All of his childhood
my father was poor
but not so poor as some
clients at the store.

Had food, books, blue jeans,
and not much more,
while everyone got food
from the store. 

Had lots of friends, 
he and his brothers.
Friends followed them home
and all the others

ate all they wanted
of farmers' dinner.
Grandma and Grandfather
weren't much thinner.

Grandfather had a cough
from nerve gas
in the War to End All War;
let it pass,

farmed and did odd jobs
better than some,
had a princely manner
and steady income.

Always said "communist"
was a good word,
long as it was the choice
one preferred.

Said private property
was the way
for those who looked forward to
no Brighter Day.

After my Grandma died
we found out
how much money kept their faith
past all doubt.

Thirty-five dollars, 
or less, not more,
each month, ran the farm
and the store.

Book Review: Sources of Strength

Book Review: Sources of Strength

Author: Jimmy Carter

Date: 1997

Publisher: Random House / Times

ISBN: 0-8129-2944-6

Length: 241 pages plus indices

Quote: “Al­though I began teaching Sunday School classes when I was eighteen years old, I’ve retained...transcripts of entire texts only during the past twenty years. I asked Karl Weber, a fine editor, to help me choose some of the more interesting ones...abbreviated...down to a few pages.”

That’s how the 52 brief chapters of this book came to be written. Although they’re not written in the Bible-study-workbook format to which Southern Baptists, Seventh-Day Adventists, and perhaps some church members are accustomed, each one contains enough Bible references that if you dig up your own nuggets of religious knowledge you’ll get quite a course of Bible study out of Sources of Strength. Former President Carter was always been known for his bland and mild public personality; if you want more salt’n’pepper on your daily Bible studies, the original texts and classic commentaries will supply that too. What the book tries to convey is a sense of what you’d hear if you’d visited the Maranatha Baptist Church where, Carter modestly admitted, Sunday School classes taught by a former President of the United States became quite a tourist attraction.

Carter’s politics were considerably to the left of many Southern Baptists’—consider Jerry Falwell. I have to say that while I read Sources of Strength I kept thinking, “Methodist...Methodist...” but no, Carter was still a Baptist. Right-wing Baptists may have wondered about this. Studying his Sources of Strength won’t convert you to the left wing—it may in fact inspire you to be more active on the right wing, if that’s where you feel at home—but it will help you understand what’s going on in the minds of left-wing Christians. Christianity is timeless, and cannot be truly divided between the “wings” of passing political reactions to specific times. We need to let the quest for real truth reunite us, even if we have disagreed sharply on political questions.

The texts he chose for study will be familiar to long-term churchgoers. I’m thinking now of my late “Aunt Dotty,” a family character who sustained some permanent brain damage from cancer treatment at age 50, but retained a good memory, and announced around age 55 that as a lifelong churchgoer she felt as if she ought to have graduated from Sunday School. Aunt Dotty learned a great deal in her ecumenical life; she remembered most of it into her late eighties. I don’t want to endorse the Catholic understanding of what makes us remember some Christians as saints, but in her way I think Aunt Dotty was that kind. I mention her because I had the thought, reading Sources of Strength: “Is this a book for people who come to churches as tourists? Is there anything in here for Aunt Dotty?” The answer to both questions is yes. Yes, it’s written partly for those who visit celebrities’ churches as tourists, and yes, there’s at least one lesson that might have had something new to offer even Aunt Dotty. It’s too late to ask her, but I think Carter’s story of how he reconciled himself to a personal enemy will be fresh for most Christians.

Although it does contain a couple of Carter’s long original poems, overall this book is well edited, easy to read, and warmly recommended to all Christians and to all historians studying the 1970s.

Web Log for 4.10-11.26

I went offline for the usual 24 hours; I did not stop writing...three poems and Thursday's main feature post. Some rain fell. Not enough. 

Animals 

The blogger known as Messy Mimi often posts photos of adorable adoptable cats and dogs (in Louisiana; some of the ones our Petfinder photo contests miss). This week the shelter where she volunteers has an unusually adorable Amber-Eyed Silver Tip with dapples on his head and neck. 


Books 

It seems some people think the "Bogus Books" listed in our April Fool post are actual books. They are not. However, if you want them as joke gifts, you can commission me to write them. They can be published on Amazon if you want "e-books" or printed and bound, for a naturally higher price, if you want real books. I've never ghostwritten a book for anyone whose pen name was Shoi Do-Fu or Ich bin Ein Dummkopf, but why not?

Like all books I ghostwrite, even the Bogus Books would contain actual research. That is, Paula Nancy Millstone Jennings was a character invented for one throwaway line in one comic novel and I don't believe anyone has ever been stupid enough to write poems about the internal parasites that are killing the writer's dog, but if you ordered that book you would get real information about internal parasites that might be injuring real dogs you know, and what a person more intelligent than P.N.M. Jennings would do about them.


Chores, Another One to Do While the Weather Is So Nice 

So that you won't have to do it when it's more urgently needed and the weather is uncooperative, e.g., freezing. 

Napowrimo 11: Erasure "Poem"

The National Poetry Writing Month challenge for the 11th of April was a frivolous 1960s form, made possible by the mass production of cheap paperback books and photocopying machines. An Erasure is produced by obliterating (erasing, painting over, covering up) most of the words on a page (or pages) of an earlier piece of writing. It can be--in one well known example it was--Paradise Lost (Radi Os), or it can be an advertisement in a newspaper. The remaining words usually form a sentence rather than a poem, but they should express a thought the "poet" can identify as person's own.   

I've not done an Erasure before, and don't consider them real poems, but let's have a go...

Selected text: "A Hymn to the Evening" by Phillis Wheatley 

"
Soon as the sun forsook the eastern main
The pealing thunder shook the heav'nly plain;
Majestic grandeur! From the zephyr's wing,
Exhales the incense of the blooming spring.
Soft purl the streams, the birds renew their notes,
And through the air their mingled music floats.
Through all the heav'ns what beauteous dies are spread!
But the west glories in the deepest red:
So may our breasts with ev'ry virtue glow,
The living temples of our God below!
Fill'd with the praise of him who gives the light,
And draws the sable curtains of the night,
Let placid slumbers sooth each weary mind,
At morn to wake more heav'nly, more refin'd;
So shall the labours of the day begin
More pure, more guarded from the snares of sin.
Night's leaden sceptre seals my drowsy eyes,
Then cease, my song, till fair Aurora rise.
"

Erasure: "Waiting for the Morning"

the sun
's
red
glow
gives the light,
At morn to wake;
rise**

Napowrimo 10: Meditation on Grief

The National Poetry Writing Month Challenge for the 10th of April is "A meditation on grief." 

Black veils or glasses should be kept
For grief alone;
It's no one's business where bereavement's
Tears have shone.

"Why mourn for those who've gone on to a
Better place?"
"To mourn for those they've left behind is
No disgrace."

When we see friends in mourning, we should
Silence keep,
Till told, "Rejoice" with those who do; weep
When they weep.

(Though a moment of insight that came to me earlier this year seems worth repeating. It's not necessary to say much of anything to the bereaved but, if they happen to have children or other dependents, it is appropriate to offer respite care--most especially in the senses of driving, or cleaning toilets.) 

Napowrimo 9: Serena Asks Why

The National Poetry Writing Month challenge for the 9th of April is to write a poem in the "voice" of an animal or plant. The poems chosen for inspiration were by Marianne Moore, who pioneered the concept of creating "poems" by choosing a pattern of syllables and repeating it, but I happened to have written a "poem" in the voice of an animal that I hadn't posted here yet.

In the Bible, Jesus sometimes uses a word that's translated as "judge" in King James' English, but the word seems to have meant "set a standard by which others are judged." "We shall judge angels," not necessarily in the sense that we will be seated around the Great White Throne as a jury, more likely in the sense that angels will be told "These mere mortals have done better than you've done." 

Watching my cat Serena cherish a kitten who never came into this world to stay, I have wondered how many women the cat might be said, in this sense, to "judge." I'm not here to judge women who think they need abortion, but I have wondered...Nothing could have made the kitten viable. He had a genetic inability to eat solid food. After growing too big to live on milk alone, he starved to death in the midst of plenty. But he was loved. Even by his uncle--and not everyone lives to see a tomcat show any concern for another tomcat's kitten! 

Cats can and do abort kittens if things go wrong--if the mother cat is injured, or has a high fever, or is chilled. Though she spent the Big Freeze indoors, last winter, and seemed comfortable, Serena went out in the snow just beginning to show pregnancy, stayed as long as she felt like staying, and came in hollow-sided. Still, I wonder whether social cats could understand the idea of aborting or abandoning a healthy baby just because its color, sex, or even disability, don't fit into a mental picture of how the family ought to look.

My son is black as he can be.
His half-tail is turned under.
(My son and I are cats, you see.)
I dote on him, and wonder:

I've heard that human women will
Give up a child who's Black
If that's not their mates' color, or
If some excess or lack

Is found in fetal body parts.
How that's found, I don't know.
Or if it's daughter, if it's son--
Why should that matter so?

My son is precious as can be.
For him I'd fight or die.
About these women, I can't see
Why?


Photo from Google, which says it's from TikTok. These aren't my cats. Google has dozens of photos of "calico cat with black kitten"; this was the one that clearly showed the cat "mothering" the kitten.

Saturday, April 11, 2026

Napowrimo for 4.8.26: Safe & Effective

The National Poetry Writing Month Challenge, at napowrimo.net, looks at an existing poem each day and invites participants to try to imitate something about the poem--its form, its tone, its philosophical intention... For the 8th of April the prompt was to use a repeated phrase, a refrain, to form a poem the rest of which disproves the claim the refrain makes.

Well. You knew the home of Glyphosate Awareness would have to feature one glyphosate poem. So this is it. Other poems will have nicer topics. Other poems should also have more regular meter...I tend to hear poems like songs. They have to have a steady "beat" but you can always syncopate the melody a bit, or squeeze in a few extra syllables as grace-notes, if the words make better sense that way.

Our government approves so many toxic 
chemicals that they can hardly be selective,
but of course we know that everything that's in the stores
has been tested and found safe and effective.

The documents the EPA was given,
even though done from Monsanto's perspective,
show lesions, a man's flesh burnt down to bone,
but glyphosate must be safe and effective.

They tell how how half the mice they tested lived
though with uncomfortable symptoms affected,
and hardly any two had the same cancer,
which means that glyphosate's safe and effective.

Yonder a field's so choked with kudzu vines
that raising even kudzu's not effective
or likely to be in the owner's lifetime--
but glyphosate is so safe and effective!

Nine out of ten depressive patients showed
improvement, though the side effects respective-
ly sound bad enough to trigger the homicide-suicides,
but SSRIs are safe and effective.

The "diet" sweets cause seizures in some dieters,
while leaving some so pensive and reflective
that brains and bowels and even hearts slack off,
but "diet" food and drink's safe and effective.

The COVID vaccines were experimental
and by the time a batch was found effective
against one strain, that strain had come and gone--
but all vaccines must be safe and effective.

Measles, a cold that settles in the eyes
and lasts for weeks, causes distress affective,
so now it's feared as if it were the plague,
which makes the vaccine so safe and effective.

The innovative cars tend to catch fire
while sitting still; this feature's not attractive,
but all the cool kids want that kind of cars,
for they've been shown to be safe and effective.

You can find numbers that show anything
if in the counting you have been selective,
and though you've seen things kill people you knew
the numbers show that they're safe and effective.

When choosing what to buy and use for self
or for your children, a useful corrective
is to see how something has worked for your friends
before believing it's safe and effective.

Napowrimo Challenge: Playground Chants

The National Poetry Writing Month challenge was to write a rhyme with the sing-songy sound of a children's playground chant.

Round and round the playground in a conga line
How d'you do, Teacher? We're doing just fine!
Round and round the playground and back the other way
How d'you do, Teacher? We're doing okay!

Bicker backer soda cracker, bicker backer boo,
If you dropped that Cracker Jack box, shame on you.
Bicker backer soda cracker, bicker backer bye,
Whoever dropped that milk carton was not I.

Round and round the playground, pick up all the litter,
If it's fat, then stomp it flat, flatter than a flitter.
Round and round the playground, make the playground neat.
Don't you wish that we could tidy up the whole long street?

 

Napowrimo Challenge: At Least One Thing Could Only Happen in a Dream

Yes, it has been a lovely day up here.
The sun shone warm; the breeze kept all things cool.
The sky was azure blue and crystal clear.
Dragonflies flashed and darted round the pool.

And then the wave of Common Sense blew round
The world. I was out pottering in the garden.
The first I noticed of it was, I found
Motorists on foot, begging people's pardon.

I went in, washed hands, turned on the TV.
In breaking news, the head of a small nation
Was saying, "There's no way on earth that we
Can win the war. Without negotiation,

Surrender on whatever terms they'll give."
Then more news broke; the larger nation's leader
Said, "It was shame to fight them. We can't live
With that disgrace." Astonished, the news reader

Showed chiefs seated together, men going home.
Meanwhile executives of corporations
That had made harmful products, 'neath one dome
All gathered and ingested their creations

Until they all lay dead upon the floor
And willed all that they had to those they'd hurt.
Their products disappeared from every store.
Farmers picked weeds and beetles from the dirt.

My husband then walked in, saying "Of course you
Were right, and I was wrong to disagree."
I said, "That's odd. I see your point of view 
Much better now. Have your way; don't mind me."

The news began again. A leftist's meme
Now said "Just work; don't envy 'one percent'."
--Then I awoke. Had it been just a dream?
O Common Sense, come back from where you went!

(The prompt called for poems in everyday language, narrating some ordinary events and at least one thing that could only happen in a dream.)

Friday, April 10, 2026

Napowrimo 4.4.26: Weather

Though April's long been known for showers
the weather I like best
is not the best for all the flowers.
I'd give the showers a rest
(though some think this low taste betrays
some loyalty to the West).
I like a bit of wind in days
just this side of the border
between dryness and drought, always
in balance and good order.
I can't have too much sky bright blue;
I'd gladly be its hoarder.

(If nobody had sprayed a mix of glyphosate and other poisons into the air, this week's weather would have been my idea of perfect.) 

Nanowrimo Challenge: Introduction to the Unusual Poet

Disbelief might reasonably follow introduction
To "This old lady poet also likes to work construction."
I am. I do. I do home nursing and lift patients, too,
And I feel safer lifting beams a fall won't kill. Don't you?

National Poetry Writing Month challenges are unofficial. Nobody's required to follow one set of prompts all through the month. Different writing groups use different sets. This year I've chosen to follow the prompts at napowrimo.net, just to make it more of a challenge, and I've had a hard time keeping that page open day by day, because Microsoft. 

The poems will be written, though...if not written, or posted, on the correct days. 

Legacy Senryu for a Departed Relative

She meant to leave me
money; if she'd taken my 
advice, would have done.

(Well, it's only a senryu, a three-line poem that has the shape of a haiku but deals with human affairs rather than a snapshot of a moment of enlightenment through contemplating Nature. It can't say everything. This poem was prompted by the Poets & Storytellers United.)

New Book Review: Barking Orders

Title: Barking Orders

Author: Roxy the Cattle Dog

Date: 2026

Publisher: Ironia Press

Quote: "Humans think they're in charge. Adorable, really."

Roxy is a bossy but goodhearted Black Heeler. She lives with her "upright mammals" in Toronto, where her talent might seem wasted. Bred to guard and herd cattle, she uses her talents (as she seems to see it, in this short book written from her point of view) to fend off the incursions of deliverymen and direct humans away from party dinners long enough for her to gobble up some of the savory treat food. But obviously her humans are getting dinner party stories and now at least a "concept book" out of her adventures...which include her "mission" to cheer up her human when he's sad, too.

The only thing you might not like about this book is that it's the sort of short "concept book" that works best when the scant text fills in around lots of pictures, and my advance review e-copy did not have the pictures. It's funny. Caution is advised about eating or drinking while reading this book. And at 125 pages of short sentences in generously sized type, it'd be an excellent choice for reading in bed after injuries other than broken ribs. 

The author promises a sequel, also to be called Barking Orders. I'd recommend at least adding a number, if determined to repeat the title, to help book buyers and sellers keep track of which volume they've already read or sold. If you like funny dog stories, you will want the sequel.

Thursday, April 9, 2026

Bill Busting 107: Cheap Heat

The first step toward frugal heating is recognizing that you are your own natural heat source. If you cover yourself enough to stop your natural body warmth escaping into the cold air, you'll stay warm. Difficulties arise when you have to crawl out from under your warm blankets into a cold house. 

If you live in a place where the outside temperatures are often very cold, you already know that keeping that house up to a bearable level of coldness is worth whatever its price may be, and you probably know more than I do about heating devices. 

I live in a place where, most of the time, the outside temperatures are bearable. Not cozy, but you can save a lot of money by adjusting your metabolism to feel reasonably comfortable with temperatures in the chilly-but-not-freezing-cold range. 

People who lived in the Northern States and Canada used to be famous for forcing themselves to adjust to cold weather fast. The first morning they woke up feeling chilly, in August, they supposedly told themselves to toughen up and dived into the nearest source of cold running water, where they splashed about until they felt blood heat tingling in their fingers and toes. Then they came up on the bank and moved about vigorously until they felt relatively comfortable. After than they were supposedly perfectly cool with crusts of snow forming on whatever they wore in the way of winter gear, which for hunters and warriors often wasn't much. And they revered their elders, because, for this and many other reasons, they didn't have many elders.

You don't have to begin by showing off a level of toughness your heart may not be up to. The first morning you wake up feeling chilly, in August, all you have to do is get up and not turn on the heat, but put on an extra layer or two of clothes and move about vigorously. Shed layers as you warm up. Subsequent mornings will be colder, and each time you wake up feeling cold, you will add some extra clothes and move about vigorously. You can train yourself to feel that the air inside the refrigerator compartment, as distinct from the freezer compartment, is bearably chilly; that frosty mornings are cardigan mornings, suit-jacket mornings.

The benefit of adjusting to cold temperatures is that you can postpone using any expensive heating devices for months after everyone else is overheating their house and complaining about the bills. At least you can do this if nobody in your house is ill. When people are bedfast or are using medication that interferes with natural thermoregulation, you will just have to be one of the people who try to maintain summer temperatures in winter and pay for it.

Eventually water will freeze outside, and you'll have to have some heat inside. What heating system you choose will depend on your household. 

From year to year people publish articles about which heating system is most frugal. If your neighborhood has both gas and electric services, the companies are likely to take turns offering a better deal, every few years. Propane, methanol (Coleman Fuel), kerosene, heating oil, even wood or coal may be the most cost-effective fuel one year or another. Unless you own a woodlot and harvest your own cast-off tree branches for fuel, sellers will work to make one fuel source seem much better than the others with enough variation that you might change every five or ten years. If you save the devices that burn each kind of heating energy, you'll be able to switch among them with relatively little need to buy new devices--only fresh fuel.

What is essential is that you burn the right fuel for the device you're burning it in. Fuel that burns hotter than the intended fuel for your device may literally burn up your device (and probably part of the house with it). Fuel that requires more ventilation may not burn at all. Anything that burns will leave some residues that pollute the air; exhaust vents, including chimney tops, need filters. A dirty filter can start a fire, so don't use a device if you're not going to be able to change its filters.

Your lifestyle may also affect your heating options. A room where you work on computers should be sealed off away from an open wood or coal fire, because smoke will destroy the computers. A room where children or animals scamper about should not be heated by liquids that might be spilled, or by heaters that become hot enough to burn their skin. 

I have a woodlot and wood-burning stoves. I also live with computers, so I don't rely on the source of heat that's almost completely free of charge for me. I spend most of the winter in the room with the Internet-free computer--computers, actually, there being four of them, but they're not all running at the same time. It has electric heat. I don't trust 1500-watt electric heaters in an old wooden house; a 1000-watt heater produces unwelcome power surges. People who have formed a habit of using bigger heaters don't imagine that a 250-watt heater would keep me warm, but in most weather it does. I sit as near to it as possible and keep moving when I move out of its range. 

A 250-watt heater won't heat the whole house but it will deliver enough warm air to heat-damage your skin if you stay too close to it. Do not leave an electric heater running at night. I've fallen asleep with one running and woke up with those ugly red marks outlining the major bloodvessels in the part of the body nearest the heat. The marks on the skin are temporary but there's no guarantee about damage to the bloodvessels. If paper or fabric is nearer to the heater than you are, of course, instead of scorch marks you could wake up with a fire. 

I like to keep a 750-watt heater handy, too, for those rare days when the outside temperature stays in the single digits, Fahrenheit, all day and the 250-watt heater just isn't enough. By positioning myself in between the two I stay pretty cozy. 

Of course, whatever heating device you use is going to be more expensive than you yourself are as your primary heat source. When displaying hand-knitted work for sale I show off a bit by wrapping up in whatever combination of hand-knitted sweater, blanket, cap, and shawl the temperature indicates. All four are enough to keep me warm at temperatures down to 15 degrees Fahrenheit. 

If you want to stay warm in emergency conditions--when a winter storm knocks out all the electricity, your lease forbids you to burn anything else, and the winter storm also keeps temperatures below freezing for a week on end--you too will need layers of warm, insulating fabric to conserve body heat.

Gore-Tex is amazing stuff. It's also controversial. It does fray, over time, and shed tiny particles that some say will circulate inside your body and cause cancer. People have to make their own decisions about this kind of thing.

Another insulating fabric to consider for winter is natural wool. The more natural--not soaked in chemicals that purport to make it "hypoallergenic" or "washable," preferably not even dyed, and if possible hand-washed--the better. Many people think they are allergic to wool. Most of those people show no skin reaction to wool itself. They are allergic to the chemicals whose residues linger in wool--or not even technically "allergic," but simply sensitive to the acid many companies use to wash the dirt out of freshly shorn wool.) English sailors sang about the bold, tough, foolhardy man who "wore no shirt upon his back, but wool unto his skin," but you can put wool next to your skin to stimulate your natural self-heating processes, in cold weather. Wool socks and mittens will help restore circulation to the hands and feet, if you need help with that, and keep them warm.

Cotton socks and sweats feel great in mildly cold weather but aren't the most effective survival wear if you need to spend a lot of time in air temperatures far below freezing. If you must drive across Saskatchewan in midwinter, Gore-Text and wool are worth packing, even if you never use either one in the States.

That cheap acrylic yarn the big-chain stores sell, designed for crocheting more than knitting? Fashion has scorned it as a material for winter gear or even blankets, really, since about 1975, but frugal people shouldn't. It's hypoallergenic, durable--or should we say hard to get rid of?--colorfast, easy to clean, and very very warm. You don't want a sweater, much less a crocheted blanket, made of Red Heart Super Saver in a room heated to 75 degrees Fahrenheit. You do want those things if the room temperature is 40 degrees Fahrenheit or less. If you want to make your little electric heater or your last half-bottle of propane last, knit and crochet a full wardrobe from this type of yarn. You don't have to wear it in town but it will keep you cozy at night.

Last winter we had weather the mind does not normally associate with Virginia--entire days when the temperature stayed below zero degrees Fahrenheit. I had a 750-watt heater behind me, a 250-watt heater in front of me, a Mexican cotton blanket over whatever bit of cotton I had on below the waist, and a hand-knitted acrylic sweater over a cotton shirt or house gown. With that set-up, even when I went out to use the Internet on a screen porch, sometimes a passing breeze felt cold but I was fairly comfortable through the Big Deep Freeze.

It's good to prepare for weather colder than that, and I have. I have Gore-Tex only inside the boots I wear for walking in snow, not for routine use. I have several more layers of knitting. I have candles, and firewood...but even in a cold winter, I didn't need more than 1000 watts of electricity, divided between two outlets, and one sweater. 

You will, of course, add heating options as your household requires. If you don't have a deep cellar or cave that maintains earth temperature, you will need to bring animals indoors in very cold weather. If you live with children or sick patients...you know the drill. As a target, I'd suggest having a different heating device for each room. If one becomes unavailable (the electrical power line breaks, the cost of Coleman Fuel quintuples, you use up your supply of propane) you can move to a different room and the next most frugal source of heat. 

Whatever stoves you may use, safety always needs to be taken seriously. New stoves and furnaces come with detailed lists of instructions. Old wool and coal burners found at antique sales don't. Know what you're getting. Wood stoves should stand a few feet away from walls, on an insulating "pad" to protect the floor. Coal stoves need even more space and, before burning coal, you should find out which vents need to be opened or closed to prevent gases from building up. Vents and chimneys should always be cleaned before lighting a stove in autumn and at least once a month during frequent use.

In addition to insulating yourself to conserve your natural heat, you will also want to insulate your home. Storm doors and windows keep a lot of warm air inside the house. Insulation stuffed between the panels of walls, floors, and ceilings do, too. You can knit, crochet, or quilt a draft blocker for every crack you feel when you look for drafts in early autumn. Rugs on the floor also help. If you like to knit or crochet, you might want to make "tapestries" for the walls! (If you knit them in plain neutral colors and then weave in colored figures, you can change the scene from time to time.) Covers on fireplaces and chimney vents, when they are not in use, can keep lots of warm air from going up the chimney. Some people even buy or make extra heavy winter curtains to drape over windows.

Frugal winter meals take advantage of the need to heat the house in any case. If you have a deep freezer, and especially if you have a wood stove with an oven compartment, cold days are a good time to bake breads and cook slow-simmering bean and grain dishes to freeze for summer use. They will be easier to thaw and reheat if frozen in individual serving portions. 


Web Log for 4.8.26

Not much of a Link Log but I did find some pictures...

Books 

Going into the final month before publication of a book I was sent for preview...I encourage all readers to pre-order Lerone Martin's book, Young King, now; it should be in the stores by the fifth of May. I don't think activism should be anyone's profession. I think it is something everyone needs to do in an occasional, part-time way. Meaning everyone can profitably study the life and work of the great activists of the twentieth century, Mohandas Karamchand Gandhi and Martin Luther King (Jr).

Fashion 

It passed for headline news these days that the person photographed on the left spoke of Michelle Obama as someone she admired, "and then there are" people like the person photographed on the right. 

So?

There are things to admire about Mrs. Obama though she, like Melania Trump, is famous mostly for being married to someone famous. There are things to admire about Meryl Streep, including her having the fortitude to appear in movies now that she's aged into the face on the left, below.


But in the context of a conversation about fashion and beauty, which is the topic of Streep's forthcoming film...Can we just learn to say it, ladies? "I admire Mrs. Obama because she's coped so well with being in a position where she has to look glamorous even after having spent forty years being told that if a Black American woman is glamorous, after age forty, nobody wants to think about it..."


(Lena Horne. All photos in this section from Google. Lena Horne probably deserves some special kudos for admitting she was legally Black, but she was and she did, and also she could sing.)

"...whereas, although Lena Horne was certainly enough of a source of distress in this way, WHEN MELANIA TRUMP HAS BEEN DEAD THREE DAYS SHE'LL LOOK BETTER THAN I EVER DID! IT'S NOT FAAAIR! Boohoohoo!" 

Then perhaps we can start to pull ourselves together. If nature had intended us to look like Melania we would have been given the potential to come a little closer to that effect, don't you think? 


There are women we admire for other qualities more than their looks. Not that Queen Elizabeth wasn't pretty...

Not that there's ever been anything wrong with Dolly Parton's face...


...or Emmylou Harris's...


...or Golda Meir's...


...or Ruby Dee's...


...or Dale Evans Rogers'...


...or Anna Zilboorg's, for that matter. (To the extent that she's famous it's probably for the knitting and dyeing she's done in "retirement." Before that she worked in humanitarian missions. In my town she's probably best known for, while living as an Anglican Christian hermit, telling some brats who said she looked like a witch "I AM a witch"...just to see their faces react. But she looks like a fine-looking witch! Hollywood's very best!)


Just that their faces weren't their greatest assets. Which was also what used to be said about Meryl Streep. It wasn't that she dazzled movie watchers with her beauty, although she was young and cute when she became famous. It was that she was pretty enough to play pretty girls but also talented enough to play women who were older and less pretty, in her movies. Any starlet with a blonde wig could have played the blonde romance writer in She-Devil--it wasn't much of a part. Streep could also play the bereaved mother who hid her face from reporters because she thought she was ugly, in A Cry in the Dark. The real woman on whom the storyline was based wasn't ugly, nor was Streep, but Streep could credibly act as if she'd been told she was ugly and believed it. 

Maybe she does. Maybe that's why she's acting a little bit ugly about a woman who is prettier.

But in the context of fashion, can't we just agree that Melania is the supermodel to end all supermodels?Jealous envy is not a flattering look for anybody. Beauty is just not enough to tempt a reasonable woman into the Deadly Sin of Envy...any more.

Politics 

On the premise that all rightminded bloggers already opposed the election of a political candidate who overtly disrespected a blogger qua blogger, this web site has retired from opposing Candidate Spambucket, now Governor. The position of this web site is that she was elected because lazy Republicans failed to vote against her, and those lazy Rs deserve what they get. 

But a recent poll shows that 90% of them don't like it. 


Vote NO to "redistricting," or gerrymandering, so the Rs in the Swamp can have congressional representation in 2030. They should have suffered enough to make the time to do that, by then.

Book Review: One In One Out

Title: One In One Out

Author: S.R. Mallery

Date: 2024

Quote: "[T]he anxious mother scurried through the streets of Beijing to place her little one on their local church's front steps."

For a few years before and after the turn of the present century, China's government tried to force people to do the public-spirited thing and have one child or none. Birth control devices are only 95 to 98 percent effective; they often disappoint young people who can't afford a child, and one type is especially likely to disappoint a couple who have just had one child. So, while her daughter Huan is still a baby, Fen gives birth to another daughter she calls Ning. 

This family are not based on a specific person. Hundreds of families were in their situation. They are "typical" of one type of family who put a child up for adoption overseas. While some of these families didn't want children anyway, others wished they could keep two or more children and often thought of the children they had given up. Fen is that sort of mother. And, while some of the Chinese-American children just enjoyed being American, Ning wanted to know more about her family of origin. Easy though it is for people to be lost in a city the size of Beijing, as soon as she's old enough Ning wants to go to Beijing and search for her real mother.

This is hardly a book so much as a teaching story, aimed at readers a little younger than most of the Chinese-American children would be by now. (Most of them are legally adults.) If you are, or you have a foster or adoptive sibling who is, Chinese-American and your family are not Chinese-American, you too might want to try to find your original family. If they left clues to help you, they may want to be found. If you do find your physical relatives, you may like them. The story is very simple, perhaps overly optimistic. 

Wednesday, April 8, 2026

What Were You Like as a Child?

This week's Long & Short Reviews prompt asks reviewers what we were like as children.

Back then a lot of people still thought the ideal child was "seen and not heard," so a lot of adults seemed to like me because they didn't know anything about me. Didn't need to know anything about me. Hand me an age-appropriate book and I'd probably curl up with it and be quiet. Hand me a totally inappropriate book, say a scientific journal, and I'd sound out the words and read it and amuse everyone like a little trained monkey. Mother would not have let anyone hand me a REALLY inappropriate book but I "read" things about chemicals and engineering and such. 

One evening I decided all by myself to entertain the family by reading a tampon ad. I was six. I was hoping someone would tell me what tampons were and whether they had anything to do with the city of Tampa across the bay. No one did. The adults completely ignored me, and it worked. I didn't try that again.

I could be noisy and bratty, too, but usually didn't have enough energy to bother. The nature name I chose for myself, after seeing it in a Dr Seuss book, was "Weepy Weed." As an undiagnosed celiac I was pale, sallow, and listless. Dad wouldn't let Mother cut and style my hair, though it wouldn't grow very long in any case, so I had long black hair--however thin and stringy. When my cuspids grew in, they were all out of line. I looked like the Hollywood version of a vampire. Kids at school would ask me to chase them. I couldn't actually catch them, so there was no real incentive to chase anybody, but I was bored at recess. There was that.

I liked peace and quiet. This was not to be confused with having any respect for my teachers; for most of them I had none. I rated them favorably if they had enough sense not to push the issue. I really disliked people who tried to engage me in whatever little dominance displays they made. If they just wanted to flap and crow like roosters, that was their business and might even be amusing, but nobody had any right to demand attention from me.

I was not a particularly nice child. Then again, if your definition of niceness involves empathy, I don't think there are many nice children--if any. Children can be trained to make displays of polite manners that will express sincere empathy later on when the children are old enough to feel it. They can learn to keep out of adults' way enough that the adults won't see anything that disturbingly belies those polite manners. They can even have enough personal space and enough access to things that interest them that they actually have nice neutral feelings about other children. Beyond that, some children do show extroversion; they want to grab for control of other people's attention. This is a tragedy and the afflicted children should be kept at home where they can't spoil anyone else's good time. Children who are going to become nice people are not yet very nice; they think very little about anyone else, don't mind if other people have their own things but do not want to share anything that interests them, at best find other people amusing in a way that can easily lead to greedy or even cruel behavior; but they have so little to give to others that it's probably best that they remain quiet, cheerful little parasites rather than even trying to be part of society. 

I was at least a healthily introverted child, focussed on learning how to do things that would eventually allow me to have something to offer to other people. 

Months ago I wrote something here that mentioned that the perfect afternoon, for me, includes children. I'm an aunt, what else could I say? Someone else thought it would be hard to ensure that the children would enjoy the afternoon. For my brother and me, as for The Nephews, I don't think it ever was. At least our elders knew enough to entertain us in the way I later entertained The Nephews: Give them a choice among books, toys, craft supplies, and a safe outdoor space, and leave them to it. The right sort of children will enjoy the peace and quiet and have a wonderful time. 

So, despite chronic illness and a fairly steady stream of annoyance from other people who didn't have enough sense to leave me alone, I remember my childhood as a pleasant time of learning, reading, and doing. I had a companion when I wanted one and could get rid of him with an assurance of attention later, if he left me alone now, when I didn't want company. 



 

Book Review: Putting on Heirlooms

Title: Putting on Heirlooms

Author: Claire Gardner

Date: 2023

Quote: "I, previously a brilliant private eye named Terrence, left this mortal coil and was rudely awakened in the body of this tiny parakeet..."

The parakeet Seymour, channelling the tough-talking detective Terrence, helps his human (Sharon) find a jewelled brooch even when a fake channeller says it's been stolen by a criminal gang in Europe. More comedy than mystery, but I did laugh. 

Tuesday, April 7, 2026

Book Review: Crime in the Country

Title: Crime in the Country

Author: Victoria Kosky

Date: 2021

ISBN: 9798544080916 

Quote: "Something bad happened. Years ago, before you were born. I saw something and now he wants to kill me."

Part of the trouble with being a Mafia family is the need to tell "little lies everywhere," which is the subtitle of this novel. Joe, the son to whom Gabriella makes the explanation quoted above when he's protesting yet another sudden change of address, doesn't know that his mother is hiding from his father--or was he the father?--anyway, Gabriella's ex-husband who killed Gabriella's other man and is still "after" Gabriella. Gabriella doesn't know who her real father was, either. During the stay in Nabangie, the small town they move to at the beginning of the story, both mother and son will find out lots of things about their family. 

Violence: relatively low, considering that this is a story about professional criminals (only Gabriella really wants to do honest work and marry an honest man). We're told of several murders. Only one shoot-out takes place "on stage," and one of the shooters is old and the other one thoroughly deserves what he gets.

Sex: not lingered on in graphic detail, but when Gabriella finds a law-abiding man some of the kissing and petting take place "on stage."

Language: remarkably polite for a story about criminals. Even the Italian words into which people lapse, under stress, are mostly polite. (The nastiest criminal does call a woman something rude before hitting her.) 

Sense of humor: Kosky describes herself as writing crime novels with a sense of humor. The characters aren't exactly clowns; they don't seem to know that they're stereotypes, either, but Kosky does and is having a good time with the stereotypes. 

Petfinder Post: Affenpinschers and Other Dogs the Bossyboots Don't Approve Of

In England, some international association of busybodies, bossyboots, gossips, censors, meddlers, social workers, and other abominations recently released a list of sixty-some dog breeds they believe no longer have a right to exist. They want these breeds banned from dog shows and photos of them censored from various media. 

Some suspect it's a bow to the Muslims who want to colonize Britain...this web site is not going to get into that...and needs to be dealt with in the busybodies' traditional language--beheadings. Some think it's just your basic "We are the only responsible adults on Earth and must tell everyone else what to do, for their own good" psychosis, and those responsible for this attempt at dog breed genocide merely need a good long vacation, say about twenty years, in a nice-place-for-them with bars on the windows. 

This web site trusts the English, who look like adults from here, to deal with their own societal problems but we will consider each of these dog breeds, in turn. Some of them do in fact have or tend to have dysfunctional genes. People may decide it's just as well if some breeds do die out. Others are highly functional breeds that merely need the right type of care and environment. Breeds were put on the genocide list for being small or short-legged. Some people want a small short-legged watchdog. Is a Chihuahua at risk if it's out on the street alone? Of course it is. So don't put it out on the street alone. Is a long-haired dog at risk for eye and skin diseases if it's not groomed? Yes. So groom it. Is a floppy-eared dog at risk for ear infections if its ears always flop down and never let air circulate? Yes. So lift up its ears now and then! How stupid do the busybodies think dog people are?

Most of these breeds are not outstandingly common in animal shelters. Most people who own the kinds of dogs the meddlers don't approve of keep their dogs and care for them--at least in the US. So today we consider the Affenpinscher, or "ape/monkey Pinscher." (Pinscher in German literally means one who pinches, nips, seizes, grabs, etc., but it's used to mean a type of dog that hunts for its own prey--in the Affenpinscher's case, that would be mice.) French breeders are even more disparaging, calling this dog a "little devil with a mustache." 

Affenpinschers have multiple traits the busybodies hate: shaggy coats, especially on the head, and a tough, sassy disposition that's often considered amusing. They're not related to the terrier breeds but were bred for similar traits and personalities. Because of their relatively short heads, they can overheat and be unable to cool off by panting. The coat grows slowly, but hair needs to be trimmed away from the eyes. They can be stubborn, but they usually like to please their humans, so there are sayings about training these dogs like "One does not train them; one befriends them." 

Petfinder has no dogs that look like purebred Affenpinschers looking for homes in the Eastern States. In Georgia some dogs who are believed to have some Affenpinscher ancetry are up for adoption. The one who looks most like his remote Affenpinscher ancestors is...

Poster Dog David from Chickamauga 


He doesn't look much like the breed type: 


(Photo from the American Kennel Club, found on Google)

...and that's probably a good thing. His hound ancestors might make him easier to train, and certainly have made him easier to groom. 

I personally think any hound is easier to look at than a true Affenpinscher, but any other animal is easier to look at than a control freak, the breed that really needs to go extinct.  

Similar to Affenpinschers are the long-haired terriers, like "Scotties," which have been more popular in the United States and are often available for adoption. These dogs also need grooming and are generally described as cute, sweet, lovable little fur mops. They were also bred to dig mice and rats out of their burrows. They can be stubborn but are generally good pets. Today's Petfinder photo contests are for long-haired terriers and long-haired cats.

Zipcode 10101: Dorothy from Texas via NYC 


As a stray Dorothy had a terrible time, scratching off most of her fur and a good bit of her skin. She's recovering nicely now and is becoming quite pretty, though her face will always need trimming and grooming to keep the hair out of her eyes. She is thought to be about three years old and might live another ten or fifteen years. 

Lola from NYC 


While this organization takes "applications" online, they don't promise to hold a specific animal for you. After confirming that you're not on a list of wanted criminals or convicted animal abusers, they let you adopt whichever animal is still at the shelter. So if you want to meet Lola, plan to go in today. 

Zipcode 20202: Mojo from DC


Young, friendly, playful, and cuddly, Mojo is described as a good pet for anyone who wants a small dog. 

Evie from Falls Church


This nine-year-old lady cat has worked in an office. She's good at keeping quiet and out of the way, and likes to find small snug places to nap in. She might get along with another quiet, polite, mellow cat but doesn't like dogs. She probably would prefer a quiet human family, too. 

Zipcode 30303: Riley from Atlanta 


Found in a group of stray dogs, Riley obviously gets along well with other dogs but they warn that calmer companions help him behave better. He is available for "local adoption only." 

Junie from Avondale Estates 


This young Dilute Tortoiseshell cat can be adopted with or without a brother who is not described as having long hair. She's "chatty" with her favorite people. She seems to like being petted and admired.