Friday, April 3, 2026

Bad Poetry: April Is the Kindest Month

For the Poets & Storytellers United, an extra poem celebrating what looks like my laptop's recovery from an attack earlier this week...


(Azalea. All photos from Google; for this one Google credits https://www.gardeningknowhow.com/ornamental/azalea/essential-spring-azalea-care )

"April is the kindest month. April gets you out of your head and out working in the garden."--Marty Rubin*


(Cherry blossoms: https://www.gardenia.net/genus/prunus-cherry-blossom-tree )

April is the kindest month
with all its showers and flowers:
It thaws the land, brings longer days
for tidying our bowers.


(Vinca minor: https://www.gardenia.net/guide/periwinkle-plant-care-and-growing-guide )

It's still not warm enough for real
agricultural toil;
no sweat, no blisters, no mosquitoes
garden's bliss to spoil.


(Forsythia: https://www.thetreecenter.com/lynwood-gold-forsythia/ }

It merrily skips from bloom to bloom,
warming more each day,
from daffodils through iris flowers
to rose blooms and May.


(Claytonia: Facebook)

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* Obviously this would be April on the Atlantic coasts of the US and UK. Some of the Poets & Storytellers post from India, Trinidad, Australia, and other places where April feels very different. It'll be fun to read their April poems. The next month's name is intentionally used ambiguously to include a favorite flower in England, or not, as the reader prefers.


(Dogwood: https://www.britannica.com/plant/dogwood )

Web Log for 4.2.26

Computer seems to be working again. It was connected, but it was not working normally, yesterday...

Animals 

Some possible problems to watch out for if buying chickens. It was news to Ashli-Meghan Eskeldson, so it might be news to other people out there...Yes, there are Youtube videos showing the difference between basic baby chicken chatter and the yips of baby chickens in less than perfect contentment. If you spend much time with chickens you'll learn to recognize sounds of real fear, pain, or anger, too. Contented baby chickens chatter most of the time. At least, when they are up and scampering about you can hear some of them cheeping away. It is likely that the "peep-peep-peep" and "peep" and "peep-peep" have some sort of meaning for chickens, that the babies are prattling some sort of language, though humans have never had any idea what that meaning or language might be.


Butterfly photos from Malaysia:


Art 

Approaching the major religious holiday in Christianity, some readers might want to see some recently unveiled Christian murals: 


Food 

Florida food-bullies poor people. (Not that some of them don't deserve it.) Once again, the approved food pile looks healthy: all those vegetables and milk baby-boomers were told to eat since childhood. But none of the vegetables in the pile is reliably available without a big load of glyphosate and/or other toxic chemicals. Because lettuce, cabbage, broccoli, and tomatoes are things people are likely to rinse off and eat raw out of hand--which is good for those who have no kitchens--the picture of the approved foods really needs a big "CAUTION" flag. Poor and even homeless people may eat them and like them, but their chemical contents are likely to make those people sick in a much more obvious way than any adverse effects the energy drinks and cupcakes may have had. Trouble is ahead.


Politics 

Some Ds just don't get it. No, swing voters don't want another White man in the White House. We've had plenty of those and could stand some improvement. What may be hard for these wretched Ds to wrap their minds around is this: What your candidate looks like matters less than what person does. How is the person's record on lowering taxes, reducing spending, paying off debts, respecting individuals' rights, and er um not being as awful at campaigning as Newsom, Harris, or Spanberger? What is the person's level of Glyphosate Awareness? How smoothly has person re-privatized "public-private partnerships"?

Good Friday's Book Review: The Price of Redemption

Title: The Price of Redemption

Author: Michelle Warren

Date: 2015, 2018

Quote: "Joshua is alive. I have seen him! I have touched him."

Joshua Davidson, the modern Christian who was allowed to do what Jesus did, took two bullets to each lung and one in the heart, and a "crown" that stuck poisoned needles into his scalp. He looked dead. He was buried. He was seen walking about a few days later, though not for long or by many people. Like Jesus of Nazareth. 

What you might not like about this trilogy is that Joshua seems to be a little too much like Jesus of Nazareth. Though we're all supposed to be doing what Jesus would have done if he'd been born in our time, with our bodies and our talents, the idea of anyone aspiring to copy the Resurrection and Transfiguration feels wrong to some Christians. We have to let that pass for the sake of the parable. (Or not.)

There's also the trendy use of "dark" to mean what young people don't want to admit is sin or evil. Some of the good characters in this trilogy belong to ethnic groups in which almost everyone has dark brown eyes. Their eyes are always described as brown, here. When a character in this trilogy has "dark eyes" the eye color is really blue, and the eyes are dilated, as Hitler's were by stimulant drugs, but in these books, apparently, by pure evil. Bah humbug. The position of this web site is that lack of moral enlightenment may be described as darkness in a non-judgmental way, but sinful, or evil, or even bad acts need to be described as sinful or evil or bad, not as "dark." Joshua's multiethnic eyes might be light brown but it would be surprising if Rau's or Eun Ae's eyes were not dark. And it's not a bad thing that they are. Readers who enjoy having dark eyes, as I do, have to pardon a lot of slurring about the way contact with the Evil Principle darkens the Blakes' baby-blues. They sometimes have dilated eyes.

Anyway, when Joshua was murdered, the crown with the poisoned needles was shoved down on his head by Selena Blake, the half-grown, otherwise innocent, daughter of the Prime Minister who ordered Tristan, as an army officer, to shoot Joshua. Selena's mockingly "crowning" Joshua "king" was not ordered by Mark Blake, though. Selena was the channel through which Blake was manipulated by a man his equal, Eric Kensington, leader of the Socialist Party. Kensington is not only a Socialist; in fact, as we meet him in this story, he's not even a Socialist. Socialists are otherwise normal human beings who do things that have horrible consequences because they believe Socialism can work for the benefit of their community or country. Most people who support the Church of Satan are basically normal human beings, with emotional issues, who often do themselves damage while they're just trying to flout the religion in which they grew up. Kensington has become a "true" Satanist, playing priest at "services" where people drink the real blood of living creatures they sacrifice to Satan. As Joshua was allowed to channel Jesus' ministry into a living body, Eric Kensington has been allowed to channel the Evil Principle into a living body. 

Eric Kensington has not acted alone. He reached Selena through a school friend, his son Alec, who serves Satan's cause because he's still young and small enough to be beaten and tortured. Through their children he hopes to gain control over Prime Minister Blake, although, immediately after Joshua's death, New Zealand has reached a level of chaos at which, according to their constitution, the Governor-General has taken over. 

This volume is the story of the confrontation between Blake and Kensington. It could be about civil liberties, but it's not. Blake has violated citizens' civil liberties by having the army kill Joshua. It's understood, too, that nobody objected to Kensington being a Socialist, if that had been enough to satisfy his greed. Ruinous taxes and an extravagant government are not quite the same as literally drinking people's blood.

The confrontation and those involved in it are very emotional. People hug and hit, brandish weapons, damage property. The point this part of the story is making is that even Judas and Caiaphas could have been saved by the redeeming love of God, but only through a sacrifice. A literal sacrifice. Since Joshua isn't dead, the characters' minds seem to crave and create another one. One of the children will die, or seem to die, to get that message through Kensington's thick head.

There's a sub-plot, or an additional element in the plot, concerning the medical students Rachel Connor and James Lester. They didn't know each other when they started their training at the hospital, and Rachel is married, but the way they work well together despite friendly rivalry and bickering, and something about their faces, convince Rachel that James is her long-lost brother. A more mundane issue--James's dipping into a patient's medication--causes them to act more like enemies than like siblings. How will Rachel, who is only just becoming a Christian through her admiration for Joshua (he rescued her from a boiling spring in volume one), deal with ordinary human sin? This plot interweaves with the main plot; these characters are all well acquainted with one another.

Despite scenes of joy this is a grim book. What Christians celebrate on "Good Friday" we believe to be a good thing, but the story as it really happened is much grimmer and gorier than this book--and this book is not for the squeamish. 

Book Review: Second Chances in Maplewood

Title: Second Chances in Maplewood

Author: Hannah Haywood

Date: 2023

Quote: " 'Hi, I'm Lily,' the young girl responded, eyes shining enthusiastically. 'We just moved in today.'"

Here we go again--Henry, the little girl's father, is "grumpy" because he discourages little Lily from pestering the new neighbor. Ella is nice because she likes to be pestered...

One thing I hate about books is when writers, who tend to be introverts, buy into extrovert social norms when writing for introvert readers. We have our own definitions of "nice" and "cozy" and "friendly." We should stop using the ones that our enemies use against us. We are nice. We are not "grumpy" because we don't encourage annoying instant chummy chitchat from strangers. We are friendly to people who show the qualities of a good friend, beginning with respect for boundaries and going on to include honesty, loyalty, reliability, as well as congeniality. We acknowledge our hormones without letting ourselves be jerked around by them. Extroverts have told us that we're not nice or friendly so many times that some of us, when young, may even believe it, but we need to stop allowing people who are defined, as a group, by a lack of moral sense, to define any words that have even the faintest moral implications. We are nice and cozy and friendly. They are envious.

Ella likes being pestered by Lily because she likes children. That's nice. Sort of. Encouraging children to chatter at strangers is not evidence that a person is fit to be around children...and Ella is, spare and deliver us all, a teacher. In fact she's been assigned to teach the class in which Lily starts the year, which gives her more pretexts for trying to chatter at Henry. Oh, how she loves those hormone highs she feels in his company, though she'd probably feel them in the company of a hundred other men, just as much. (Introverts don't always feel monogamous, but if we learn to enjoy hormone surges as things our bodies do for themselves and get to know people before we give in to our attractions, we can at least commit to acting monogamous. Extroverts seldom can.) But even while she feels that she is or could be in love with Henry, Ella's judging him, setting up her mental timetable for how he needs to change.

Henry's been bullied by extroverts enough that he's not watching for this signal of impending disaster. If close relationships between introverts and extroverts work, this is so not the way. Really, the way our society has coddled extroverts at our expense, a happy marriage to an extrovert probably needs to be hierarchical, the way Joyce Meyer describes her marriage. The extrovert has a defective brain. The introvert partner needs, whether person likes to admit it or not, to commit to a lifetime of training what will inevitably come to seem like an oversized puppy. The extrovert partner should vow to obey, but I'm not sure that that's enough. 

If I married an extrovert I'd want the contract to specify that person agreed to wear a leading chain with both choke and shock collars. One little "You should be" or "You always" or "You never" or "If you could ever"--Buzz!--"I'm sorry I was babbling. I'll lock myself in the closet now." Some people don't think it takes that much drama to break up the pattern where we can't ever be like extroverts enough to satisfy them. I'm not convinced. Most of us like to observe what other people naturally do during the time we spend with them, so we default to letting them take the lead and set the pace. We like peace and friendliness, so we don't tell them when they're starting to become tiresome. I think we need contracts that not only specify that we must pay attention to when we feel that an extrovert companion is becoming tiresome, but specify that the extrovert must agree, without argument, that person is being tiresome and must go and keep perself busy, in the house where person won't be tempted to infidelity, for the rest of the day. Restraining the wretched creature would of course be likely to crush the childish bubble and bounce that seemed so adorable when we met person. At best we would have lost the delightful sprite and gained a not very skillful personal assistant. That was the way an ancient Cherokee tradition was supposed to work--people recognized as spiritual leaders were supposed to marry people of no status whatsoever, either no-talents or foreigners--but I never claimed to be all that spiritual, and the idea has no appeal for me.

Things are so much easier when we work with, live with, and marry people whose manners instinctively please us, who instinctively appreciate us, and who also are more likely to be competent co-workers. 

There are so many ways to write sweet romances, while the basic plot is always exactly the same, that the only criterion by which to compare them is probably whether the relationship, the conversations, etc., have a chance to work in real life. I don't think this one has. People like Henry and Ella marry each other, often, and in these days of no-fault divorces they often divorce in the first year. And if they don't they probably should. 

I don't want to discourage writers, who are mostly introverts themselves, by saying that perpetuating extrovert misunderstandings of how people should behave is a terrible way to write books. If you've not enjoyed harmonious relationships with other self-accepting introverts, you're not ready to write--romances, anyway. You probably write haiku and business letters and even tech manuals well.

So I might as well add that I don't believe the author known as Hannah Haywood even wrote this book, or wrote all of it. A human might write "'Hi,' she responded" if that human had had a teacher who said "Don't repeat 'said'," or if part of the comedy was having the story told by a character like Cher Horowitz who's always trying to use those SAT words in conversation...but in this book some passages, especially the ones about Henry's lawsuit, read like ChatGPT. 

If you think that romance is basically a fantasy genre anyway and at least this book is not one of those "romantasies" where one half of the couple is a vampire or a dragon, you might enjoy this book. I did not, and I don't think "that's just me," either.

Napowrimo Challenge: Childhood Memory

The page was pretty,
sparkly gold on dark blue
(which are of course 
the California colors, too).

The letters were odd shapes,
not easy to read.
The words were peculiar.
They thought I would need

Mother's help to understand
what it was about.
I needed it. Got it.
We puzzled out

the words the church lady
had stencilled with care
on dark blue paper,
called "The Lord's Prayer."


Photo from Google--definitely not the handmade wall art a friend had given Mother. Mother's friend used a style of lettering that was popular at the time, inspired by the look of Hebrew letters. The poster above was offered for sale on Etsy but the vendor and shop are no longer there. 

According to the Bible, when Jesus was asked to teach his followers to pray, he said "After this manner, pray," and said words that have been translated into the English words shown above. The prayer is also called "the Our Father" or "the Pater Noster" (Latin for "our Father"). 

This childhood memory comes from when I was about four years old, when we were living in Folsom, California. The National Poetry Writing Month prompt asked for memories that participants felt reflected something about the adults we have become. I think this is my first specifically Christian memory. I grew up to be a Christian.

Thursday, April 2, 2026

New Book Review: Blood Lines

Title: Blood Lines

Author: E.G. Ellory

Date: 2026

Quote: "Jodie Walsh had wondered when the next call would come, used to the ways of Fenburne now--the village with a striking landscape and bloody history."

Fenburne is one of those fictional places that see more murders within a few years than real towns of their size see in centuries. All the while some of the villagers are perfectly safe, because the village has been created as a place for some characters to show their skills at detecting whodunit. Jodie Walsh, her mentor Sam Hyatt, and their colleague Jim Thompson, are quite all right. Their role in the village is to ensure that, though nasty things keep happening, badness is always contained by law and order. Someone always has to bring the murderers to justice.

The murder of Tom Landon and Esme Halland is typical for Fenburne: a nice clean case, no gruesome details, a group of suspects including one who commits a violent assault during the investigation. Those who enjoy solving fictional mysteries should enjoy it. 

 

A Bright Side if You Look for One

Years ago, someone posted a prompt/challenge at a writing site, beginning with a photo of a neglected, abandoned house and asking writers for a short "flash" story using five of a list of words that seemed chosen to suggest a depressing story. A horror story, even, like this rather clever one:


Looking at the picture, though, I think of all the little towns in "flyover country" that have been abandoned because a factory closed. A determined couple could see this as the start of a cheerful story. I, having some good memories of remodelling homes as half of a couple, see this picture as positively erotic.


[Photo is in the public domain, so far as I know.]

Five words from the list: abandon, abundance, axe, disappear, love

"What luck to get these two fixer-uppers together for such a price," Jill said, squeezing Jack's hand. "I love it, I love it, I love it!" 

"Whoever abandoned it wasn't thinking of abundance," Jack agreed. "The smaller house is a wreck inside, but it should be ready for us to move into by the time Junior gets married."

"Eww ick! No kissing!" Junior yipped from the back seat. "Those yellow walls are just begging for an axe. Can I make them disappear? Please?"

Wednesday, April 1, 2026

Status Update

The laptop was attacked this afternoon. I don't know when or whether posts will continue. 

Favorite Book Blogs and Ten Bogus Book Reviews

This week's Long & Short Reviews prompt asks us to list some favo(u)rite book blogs. 

Well, there's always the link-up at the L&SR site...


And these from the blog roll...


(This one's not been active lately. I begin to worry.) https://barbtaub.com/




...and others; five ought to do for a start, especially with the link-up above. (See the comments. Some regular posters at Long & Short Reviews backed away from this prompt because who wants to read us sitting around introducing each other to each other. The idea was to expand the circle but I can see why some people just commented that they didn't want to bother.)

This being April Fool's Day, however, here are ten Bogus Reviews of Books the April Fool Will Never Find in the Store or Library...

1. Pitt, H, M.D. Your Amazing Armpits. Bladensburg, Maryland: Axillary Auxiliary, 2010.

Discusses the importance of sweat as a means of communication and the damage done to entire societies when they have discovered aluminum-based antiperspirant deodorant. Includes an illustrated section on armpit hair braiding traditions.

2. Toze, I.C., Mystery of the Stolen Shoes. Grosset & Dunlap, 1987.

In this lost volume of the Nancy Drew Mystery Stories, Nancy, Bess, and Georgie find all of their shoes stolen and have to run out to the mall barefoot. Of course Nancy finds the criminal, who turns beet-red, then white, in the face when he sees that she's seen him blissfully sniffing a shoe, and then obligingly faints dead away. Meanwhile, our sleuthy team finally learn something about judging people by first impressions as they are suspected of having robbed one of the shops last week, when they were at school and couldn't possibly have done it. (In this volume we see, for the first time, evidence that the three school friends ever actually attend classes.)

3. Looney, U.R., M.S.W. How to Improve Your Mental Health. Tarcher, 2021.

An experienced counsellor discusses proven techniques to reduce depression in the post-COVID world, such as "Stop talking and thinking about your own feelings all the time," "Take a walk outdoors in the sunshine," and "If you drink alcohol, stop." 

4. Moneyhun, I.O. How to Get Rich. Amazon, 2026.

Literally 159 of the 160 pages in this book are irrelevant blather that appears to have been copied from other books, one line from each book. Not only do sentences not follow logically from one another; they shift, within paragraphs, among different languages. There is a clear intention of filling up Amazon's minimum word and page count while not copying enough from any one book to be sued. However, on page 160 the author finally reveals a secret no other author on this topic has yet told you. "I don't know how to get rich! No other writer knows, either! If writers knew how to get rich, we wouldn't be writers!" This is well worth the price of the book ($99.95, paperback).

5. Rimer, A.B. Pi-Ology. Vogsphere Cosmic Press, 2026.

A collection of poems all written in lines of 3, 1, 4, 1, 5, and 9 syllables, in that order, such as:

"Anything
You
Do, and repeat,
Is
Heard as a pattern,
Including poems found in this book."

6. Jennings, P.N.M. Odes to My Darling Doggie's Adorable Internal Parasites. Cambridge: Counterculture Press, 1978.

Reprinted due to demand from the ever-expanding circles of Douglas Adams fans, these poems may or may not have been what Adams mentioned in The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy but they certainly are bad. The poetess apparently never suspected that if she had stopped thinking of clever ways to describe animals that are not usually celebrated in verse, and taken her darling doggie to the vet, he might have survived longer.

7. Shoi, D.F. Vegan Chinese Cooking and Why Americans Are Doing It All Wrong. Hong Kong: Global Communications Inc., 2015.

Argues that soy sauce, and each other ingredient in a harmonious Buddhist vegan stir-fry, should be soaked in vinegar in a pyramid-shaped container in the roof of a pagoda for all 99 days of a southern Chinese summer. As a result the stir-fry can easily be consumed by people who have no teeth. The author blames Americans for the failure of his medical practice and his restaurant.

8. Dummkopf, I.B.E. What's Wrong with Women Today and Why Marriages Fall Apart. Salt Lake City: Brigham Young University Press, 2026.

A challenging read due to the author's nonstandard syntax, this book contains an hour-by-hour explanation of what the author blamed his wife for doing during the nine days he was married. The publication of this book was subsidized by the author's grieving parents following his suicide, for which they blame his ex-wife.

9. Ronzoni, G. Noodle: The Pastafarian Revelations of Leroy Studebaker. Tarcher, 2026.

According to his disciples, Leroy Studebaker found himself locked out of his home one night and, having drunk heavily earlier in the evening, sat down on his doorstep and narrated a vision of the Flying Spaghetti Monster. Its message began with a list of female bar patrons at whom his staring had been winked, "but when thou eyeballest Rinda Tabermaker, thou eyeballest not well for her ways are the ways of death."

10. Zucker, I.M.A. The Benefits of Windows 365. Concept Publications, 2026,

"Blank books just don't sell like they used to," the publishers observed upon going bankrupt. This last book instantly became a collectors' item.

Link Log for 3.31.26

Politics, Practical 

There are people who, if others don't interfere, will become literal "backyard breeders" keeping thirty good-sized pedigreed dogs in an average-sized yard with, apparently, zero poop-scoopers. Then there are people who live in a house with ample room for six dogs and three cats--I used to post to this web site from one of them--and the house is clean, is in fact maintained like a tourist attraction because the owners sell art and furniture out of it, and the animals are well kept and disciplined and friendly and a joy to visit. 

The Loony Left think the way to protect the dogs from being forced to breed in a lake of filth is to issue diktats about how many animals one family can keep.

The American way, which my mother once successfully used, is for local government to stay out of the matter until a critical number of citizens petition to do something about a specific situation. My parents once rented the house next door to the people with, actually it was twenty-some poodles, and no scoopers. It took them less than a week to collect enough signatures to get that yard cleaned and some of the dogs rehomed.


Trivia 

Who knew the different shapes of teapots had names? 


Women's Issues 

Misogynist mayor feels "divisive" about a memorial to a victim of hatecrimes against women. Women in Providence should demand that the memorial be replaced by a minimum of twenty memorials to other, almost certainly less pretty, female victims of male violence. (And that the gender-confused shut their fool mouths and stay out of it.)

New Book Review: Second Chances and Sweethearts

Title: Second Chances and Sweethearts 

Author: Annelise Swan

Date: 2026

Quote: "For...those who are patiently waiting for the right love."

Claire and her little girl are welcomed back to Willow Creek by her aunt, who keeps the bakery, where Claire is going to work...but her ex-boyfriend, John, works too. John let Claire down at one time. Did he miss a date? Did he fail to claim fatherhood of the child, and marry Claire? (People think little Evie is his child, but we're not told the details of what went before.) Anyway, he disrespected her, he hurt her feelings, and if she ever talks to him as anything but part-owner to employee at the bakery, she firmly states, it'll be on her terms.

This is a sweet romance, so you know how it will end. On her terms. If he didn't really love her, he'd turn against her and find someone else long before the end of the book. Sometimes that's what it takes to find out whether a man is worth keeping.

I think all men who have arrived late or fail to arrive for dates should be locked in her family's basement with a pencil, a ream of paper, and a bucket of water, and required to copy this book out by hand before they're released. There are ways to weed the future deadbeat dads and jobless not-very-good-around-the-house husbands out of our lives before anyone gets stuck with them. This book explains one of the ways.

Tuesday, March 31, 2026

Petfinder Post: Down Here So Long That It Seems Like Up to Me

A few weeks ago we looked at pictures of the newest additions to Petfinder pages. This week we look at the oldest additions. There is a warning. Because some of these animals have grown old in no-kill organizations or foster homes, possibly with people who always hoped they'd not be adopted, there is a possibility that the winning photos are obsolete ones that just haven't been properly removed from the system. The organizations probably still exist, though, and the goodhearted souls who want to meet the animal who's been waiting longest will probably get to meet an animal who's been waiting for a long time, so we will use these images as we find them. With cats the problem may be just that they're ordinary-looking gray tabbies or shadow-like black cats. With dogs the problem is usually more serious.

So many readers have said the same thing. "I already live with animals. What can I do to help these animals? I can't offer them a home." Scroll down to see an example of how you can help. Just sharing their photos with friends who don't have animal companions (yet) helps boost the signal, but you can also sponsor their adoption by families who need pets but don't have a lot of money to spare. You can pay either part or all of the adoption fee. At least one of these pets can be delivered to the right home with a free crate and some supplies thrown in, thanks to a generous sponsor.

Zipcode 10101: Jane from Point Pleasant Beach 

Jane is used to being an outdoor cat. Though she's friendly to humans and knows which one hands out the food, she's not much of a lap sitter. She does rub up against people she likes. She tolerates dogs and has made friends with at least one dog. She's just sort of ordinary-looking.

Retired Racing Greyhounds from New Hope (Pennsylvania) 


Greyhounds make great pets. Seriously. I wrote this web site out of a Dog Sanctuary that had one for a season, and I loved the big quiet fellow. Greyhounds have been bred to be some of the easiest dogs on Earth to love. Short smooth coats hardly ever shed. Quiet personalities, peace-loving, gentle, tolerant of other dogs. Sweet dispositions, actually, but walking beside one tends to command instant respect from other humans you meet. There are just two minor but VERY important considerations: 

(1) They were born to run. They really want to go all out and run like the professional athletes they are, and if they do, they'll run you off your feet, guaranteed. They need a big yard where they can run at their pace before you try teaching them to walk with you on the street. Perhaps your present menagerie includes a horse? A recently retired Greyhound can probably run faster than your horse.

(2) Their fantastic potential as pets has probably been completely neglected while they were racing dogs. They've not been living in a human home. They've not been trained to walk at heel, sit, stay, tell someone they want to go outside, or come when they're called. They're used to being in close quarters with other greyhounds but not necessarily with other people's yappy puppies; they're not used to motor traffic, or chatty humans, or real-world rabbits. They need all that training as they adjust to civilian life. 

So, greyhounds are not for everybody...but a few greyhounds are still available for adoption by the few people who have what it takes to adopt them.

Lady from Greentown 


Petfinder says the individual dog who's been listed as adoptable longest, but not been adopted, is this Pit Bull Terrier from Pennsylvania. They don't say much about her. Meh. With dogs...there's another alternate, right? But somebody Out There might want to e-mail the organization and find out the story.

MJ from NJ 


The non-Pit-Bull-Terrier who's been listed as adoptable longest, but not adopted, is MJ from New Jersey. His current guardians say he's a good dog most of the time, and they can read the signals and know when he's starting to panic, but he is a panic biter. Well...I don't like recommending a dog who's bitten people to anybody, but someone who wants to adopt the neediest dog out there...?

Zipcode 20202: Sweety from West Virginia 


Right, so for one thing she's been in a Humane Society shelter. I apologize. There's an alternate selection. I was actually moving the mouse pointer down to another cat photo, having considered this one and decided she got the red ribbon, and the computer snapped her web page open. It felt as if Sweety were saying, "No! Pick me!" She does have more than looks in common with our Founding Queen, Black Magic, who was the perfect first cat for me. Though spayed, Sweety has adopted orphan kittens. She's not fond of dogs or baby humans and she takes a while deciding to bond with adults, probably because she's been a stray or in a shelter for so long. She is one of those black cats who fade into the background when people look at the shelter animals who are up for adoption. She probably deserves to be picked first. She just might be the perfect once-in-a-lifetime cat for somebody Out There. Still. The Humane Pet Genocide Society.

Alternate Selection: Ingrid from Nottingham 


A true "friendly feral" cat, Ingrid is looking for a barn to keep mice away from. She's friendly "on her terms, and only on her terms," they warn. The organization sometimes arranges for animals to meet potential adopters at Petco stores in Towson or Timonium, but they want to "approve an application" first. They can deliver her, with a crate and some supplies, to locations within three hours' drive.

There is no fee for adopting Ingrid. Someone has already sponsored her. You, too, can sponsor the adoption of a deserving animal by a family who need a pet. Petfinder tries to ensure that all organizations are legitimate, that if you sponsor an animal's adoption the animal will be available free of charge or at a greatly reduced charge to someone who can offer it a home. Nothing is perfect but this organization seems pretty legitimate to me. I'd warn only that, no matter how legitimate you and your correspondent are, real names, home addresses, bank information, etc., should never be transferred through the Internet. How do you know nobody's going to steal your car keys from me? You know you didn't hand your car keys to me, that's how.

Cookie from Landenberg 


Going on nine years old, Cookie is a Pit Bull Terrier, the breed that tends to languish in shelters because people are prejudiced against them. They say Cookie is a little old lady of a dog who still likes brisk walks and play time with her humans. 

Alternate: Dexter from Delaware 


He's six years old, weighs about 35 pounds, has some special medical needs, and has had some behavior problems. Basically this dachshund-schnauzer mix thinks his vocation in life is to protect his humans and their home. From any approach by other animals. He must be an only dog. He might attack visitors, too. You need to be able to set up an environment for him where he won't become overprotective, even if you want a dog who might make a burglar or a Bad Neighbor very, very sorry he came to your house. (If, for example, you are a neighbor of mine, you'd need to make sure Dexter would never be able to get out and attack anyone else's more peaceable pets--pleasant though it would be if our Professional Bad Neighbor were marked for easy identification...)

He's been sponsored for adoption, but they're not saying what the adoption fee is or how much of it the sponsor has covered. Dexter is in a foster home already and may be there for life "unless that one in a million home" is found for him. They want to know all about you. They use an online application form. If you have a one in a million home to offer this dog (they say he is a lovable pet when he's made up his mind that you're his human family), this web site reminds you that the real names, home addresses, and other personal information about real people do not ever belong on the Internet. The organization is probably legitimate; everything else crawling around the Internet is not. There is a legitimate need to document that you can afford this dog's veterinary expenses, but don't put any financial information online. 

Zipcode 30303: Penny, Lilith, and Vera from Atlanta 


Penny is the one facing the camera, with the coat the color of a new penny. Lilith is the one with the misaligned fangs that show, and Vera is the ordinary gray tabby. These are not ordinary cats; they're a social cat family. That seems to be the deal breaker for Penny. If you want one cat, you must adopt three. I think there's a great deal to be said for being owned by three sister cats. I also think the foster family have become attached to the Weird Sisters and don't mind keeping them fur-ever, though that's just a personal insight based on my life with social cats.

Alternate: Matrix from Macon 


Matrix, it seems, likes to slap things. Playing with her with a toy like this one should help, but they warn that "You will get your hands slapped many times" in the process of bonding with this cat. What can I say? If you are a regular reader, have enjoyed the story of how I've grown to love my cat Serena even though many people would say she's unadoptable and "awful," this is your opportunity to bond with a cat whose purrsonality sounds similar to Serena's. When she's had enough running, slapping, and clawing at things she may eventually decide to snuggle up with you. They want you to promise that she can be an indoor pet. If you rent, they'll want to know that that's all right with your landlord.


Part Platt Hound and part Cur, Rocky gets along well with people but can be a bully with other dogs. He's not all that big but he wants them to know he's the boss. If they have their own opinions, maybe they want to fight to settle it? So...the organization says he's been in their shelter for more than twelve years. All that time he's been waiting for a home where he can be the only dog.

Web Log for 3.30.26

A few links: 

Blogger Defense (from Cancer) Fund 

Those who do or don't follow Kat Hel may want to chip in to help the mother of two pay for cancer treatment. Referred by Barkley's Human.


Food (Yuck)

Good news for those who like M&Ms and Reese's candy: You may have thought your preference was just a matter of habit, or price and availability considerations, but it turns out that the cheapest, commonest candy brands are the least likely to be contaminated with arsenic. Too bad if you like some of the other brands sold by the same corporations, though. 


Politics 

Most of the United States expects warm (in some places hot) weather today, so this web site has been given to understand that some older Ds are planning another pleasant afternoon of reminiscing together and waving anti-Trump signs. They do not understand Trump. He likes that attention. This web site finds it more interesting that, in a bid for recognition as being a separate country from Somalia, Somaliland is offering the United States a strategic base and a chance at mineral rights in exchange for sending Ilhan Omar back home. A tweet addressing her as "daughter of the Colonel" hints that she may not want to be sent home.


The position of this web site is that Ilhan Omar has done a spectacularly bad job in Congress and should have been leading her people home in a way that offered more room for reconciliation, before now.

Book Review: New Love on the Lake

Title: New Love on the Lake

Author: Cara Joy

Date: 2018

Quote: "She was supposed to come for Christmas and Thanksgiving and large family gatherings. Instead, it was likely she and her Caleb would be making South Clarion home for a long while. Who expects to be a widow at thirty-five?"

In our crowded and polluted world, more people are dying of cancer at earlier ages than used to be accepted as normal. Hannah's husband Calvin, father of Caleb, has just died. Hannah moves back to her parents' home, breaking a US taboo for a successful adult, as her parents are still active and healthy. Hannah is American but her mother came from Ghana. Hannah is a doctor, like her father, and can join his practice. When she finds herself attracted to a colleague in her parents' town, however, she worries about breaking a Ghanaian taboo. Widows aren't supposed to be interested in remarriage for one full year after losing their spouses. Will her mother give a full blessing on the marriage if Hannah wants to remarry less than a year after losing Calvin?

There's not much suspense in this story. It's a sweet wholesome romance that might, if the children found it, give them a little empathy for adults but not lead them to think about things they're not old enough to understand.

Monday, March 30, 2026

Book Review: Sleuths at the Spa

Title: Sleuths at the Spa

Author: Vikki Walton

Date: 2023

Quote: "I couldn't help over-hearing and while the drink may have been incorrect there's no reason to have pushed the tray..."

Let me guess: The writer known as Vikki Walton works at a spa, or her granddaughter does. In her idea of a proper spa, when an employee brings a customer the wrong drink, nobody considers how the customer felt--startled? disgusted? nervous because she was up to something she knew she shouldn't have been doing? Our heroine, Viviane, never considers that it's not her business, nor does anyone try to smooth things over. Everyone agrees that Mrs. Wilson, the customer who pushed the drink away, is a horrible, terrible, awful person and the employee deserves a promotion. 

While waiting for Viviane to confess her lesbian feelings for the employee, Callie (she doesn't, but it's all right, Viviane, that kind of thing is legal now), I forgot to notice any clues that anyone else had means, motive, and opportunity to murder Mrs. Wilson. But I will say this to students doing student labor jobs. People who tell you to feel entitled to better working conditions, more ego pampering, pay raises, etc., are not your friends. Callie did have means, motive, and opportunity but we're told up front that she didn't do it. One of the people who rush to soothe Callie's little ego is doing so in order to distract attention from the fact that she's also setting up things to make Callie look guilty. Now that part I can believe.

Butterfly of the Week: Apo Swallowtail

This is another very rare Graphium. It is thought to live only on the heights of Mount Apo on Mindanao island; hence its English name.


Photo from Swallowtails.com.

A subspecies, Graphium sandawanum joreli, is said to live on Mount Katanglad on the same island. Their preferred altitude is over a mile above sea level, but they have been seen as far down as 1000m above sea level.


Not everyone thinks it's different enough to be counted as a subspecies. The museum specimen shown is somewhat faded; in real life joreli can iridesce pale green or blue, too.

With a typical wingspread under 3 inches and a look that, although unique, does resemble some other butterflies, this species has had some difficulty getting the respect it deserves. It has been known to science only since 1977. In its very limited habitat, it appears to be common; on one side of the mountain or another, some think, an Apo Swallowtail may be flying on any day of the year. People want to cut down trees in the forests where it lives. People who don't want this species to go extinct have demanded the most severe restrictions on anything that might further endanger these butterflies. Some people have argued that the species is already extinct.



Photo by Z_Lesonge. 

Historically, people lived on Mount Apo. The Filipino government tried in the mid-twentieth century to take over the mountain and declare it a park. The people protested, and the government conceded limited rights to live and farm there. The people, of course, wanted to resume using the forest in the way they always had, while improved survival rates meant that more humans wanted to live on the mountain. People persist in cutting wood in protected forest territory. Indigenous people who want to go on doing things in their old traditional way tend to be skeptical about any need to change things for the benefit of an insect. 

Dead bodies of this species are sometimes sold. On the Internet a few sites claim to offer them. Claim to is the operative word; actually selling Apo Swallowtail carcasses is illegal and some carcass traffickers apply this name to completely different butterflies. Even if the picture on the web page looks like Graphium sandawanum there is no guarantee that what the purchaser receives will resemble the picture. Sandawanum carcasses sell for prices close to $100 and, when sellers are quite sure buyers can't find them, there must be considerable temptation to accept payment for Graphium sandawanum and mail out carcasses of Graphium sarpedon, which looks similar enough that, even if caught, the seller could plead ignorance. The best recourse against such practices is not to pay for butterfly carcasses at all. If foreign visitors came to the mountain and respectfully studied these butterflies, that might impress on the local people that animals they probably consider a minor nuisance are unique and interest people around the world. 

Nobody has reported any information about the life cycle of this butterfly, what it eats, how long individuals fly, what any of its pre-adult stages look like...there are opportunities for scientists from Mindanao to become famous! 

Sunday, March 29, 2026

Web Log for 3.27-28.26

The first pair of Red-Spotted Purple butterflies flew yesterday. Last night was chilly enough to cramp a lot of flowers' and butterflies' styles, but yes, spring is here! Cheer!

Censorship 

Not that it really counts as censorship when someone doesn't want children reading a certain book at a certain age, which is what this story turns out to be. It's all about the idea that children are able to deal with references to sex and other body functions better as they mature. Children do not all mature at the same time. A book can be appropriate for 24 of 25 students in a classroom, but the 25th can be the bully who will make any discussion of sex, mental illness, personal hygiene, even flu symptoms, traumatic for the smallest child in the class. A good teacher minimizes attention to the body in a classroom.

But seriously...Scalzi's Lock In has a character whose gender isn't made clear. J.D. Edwin's Headspace trilogy ends on a planet where it's normal for humanoid children not to know which sex they're going to be until they're almost old enough for marriage. Ursula K. LeGuin's Left Hand of Darkness is about humanoid space aliens who show a gender identity only during their mating seasons, not necessarily knowing which one they'll be next time. It's speculative fiction. Does that kind of thing make people want to be genderless or gender-confused? Do bug-eyed monsters in science fiction make people want to be bug-eyed monsters? Isn't science fiction about the problems that would be likely to arise if a thing could exist? Many people don't like science fiction, but banning it only gives it a special appeal to the students who want to raise those people's blood pressure. Get a grip. 


Movies

I hadn't seen or heard of any of Netflix's top twenty movie sellers, either.


Music 

When we see "F. Mendelssohn" on a piece of music, we think of Felix. But Felix Mendelssohn had a sister, Fanny, who some thought was even more talented. Fanny was one of those women whose gifts really were suppressed by envious men. Anna Maria Mozart was comfortable with her having a musical talent while her younger brother had a musical genius, but the Mendelssohns were a less harmonious family.

Felix and Fanny composed and performed music together, but their father, believing that Felix's talent would earn his living while Fanny's was "only an ornament," promoted Felix's work and forbade Fanny to publish hers. (Some biographers think Felix was the jealous brat who pushed their father to insist on this.) Fanny Mendelssohn was apparently pretty enough that the family expected her to "marry well." Felix was not expected to have that option, so for Fanny to have competed with him would have been selfish and greedy, her family insisted. She found a husband who supported her musical career...but her father apparently held her to a contract that allowed her to publish only things on which she'd worked with Felix, only under his name, while Felix was alive. Neither sibling lived very long. Felix died in May 1847, not even 40 years old; Fanny died in November 1847, 41 years old. Her music was published after both siblings' lifetime. Both were trained to write in strict classical tradition, so questions of "better" probably apply more to specific pieces than to either sibling as a musician. Both were considered very good, and some of their best work was "theirs" rather than "his" or "hers." How convenient that they had the same initial...

For purposes of disambiguation, some people refer to "Fanny Bartholdy" (a name the whole family tacked on, after "Mendelssohn," to emphasize their identity as Christians of Jewish descent), and others to "Fanny Hensel" (her husband's name, which she used while living). She seems, nevertheless, to have been somewhere between one-third and one-half of "F. Mendelssohn."

I'd read this information before this weekend. I had not, however, found any recordings of music that's known to have been all Fanny's work, before this:


Transportation 

Fellow Virginians may enjoy this documentation that it's possible for road problems to be worse than ours. Much much worse. I chortled.


Writing 

Another pair of well-known synergistic partners in "creativity" were Helen Keller and Anne Sullivan Macy. A recent video, not recommended, claims that Keller's story was "fraudulent." He's referring to the version of it he got in primary school, which suggests that Sullivan only taught Keller how to finger-spell and then finger-spelled lectures to her at Radcliffe. Little girls who liked to read, in my time, probably all became Keller scholars as new books about her were pressed into our little hands; reading her collected works (collected, at least, up to the point where she identified her religion as Swedenborgian and her politics as Socialist) gives what is probably a more accurate impression. Keller had been a bright, precocious child for her first year and a half, so as a toddler she had learned some words and seen colors, which made it possible for Sullivan to teach her. Sullivan was poor, had poor eyesight, and had no other prospects in life but becoming Keller's teacher; even after marriage she (and her husband) clung to Keller's fame as a prodigy. 

Keller's books weren't exactly Pulitzer Prize material. People read her writing, as Joseph Addison had said of a speaker of his time, as they would pay to watch a dog walk on its hind legs, not because it was done well but because it was done at all. A short essay, "Three Days to See," may be the only thing she ever wrote that would have been considered original and good if an able-bodied person had written it. But for a blind person's writing Keller's work was oddly...visual

In her own letters and essays as in her unconsciously plagiarized story Keller seems to have been obsessed with the lights and colors she got from Sullivan's inaudible conversation, rather than writing about smell, taste, and movement as a blind person might be expected to do. She wrote in a goody-goody tone but it seems obvious that she felt entitled to use anyone else's visual imagery she could, whenever she thought it would improve an essay; I'm not sure that that's a bad thing, either--only that Keller seems to have known that her image wouldn't support any statements as frank as "If I can't see things, other people ought to be generous about seeing them for me." 

Real blind people have been known to instruct their writing assistants to "colorize my story" when they're trying to sell their writing to the general public, so Keller's decision to publish a travel essay with a description of fireworks reflected in the water is not as bizarre as some think. Real writers, blind or otherwise, used to be told up into the 1970s that sight and hearing were "better" senses to appeal to than smell, taste, or touch, so that aspect of Keller's writing may also make some sense. The fact remains that Keller wrote clearly, vividly, and expressing strong opinions, only in synergistic teamwork with Sullivan. After losing Sullivan she wrote with help from other personal assistants, but never again in the writing "voice" she'd developed with Sullivan.

Sullivan herself...well, she died first...never published a book under her own name.

Is that a description of a writer, whose opinions were not destined for popularity, narcissistically exploiting a fraud? I don't think so. Considering the attitudes both women had to contend with, not only as women but as disabled and, in Sullivan's case, "shanty Irish," I think it's a description of two talented people who were shy about speaking or writing without literally holding each other's hands. With valid reasons. I think, if Sullivan had been a narcissistic exploiter, she would have found someone to market books about her role as Keller's Teacher--rather than leaving Keller to write her biography after she died.

With and without Anne Sullivan, Helen Keller wrote fourteen books. Several became hard to find in the mid-twentieth century. But have they ever been reprinted in this century.


I've long been bemused by synergistic teams in creative work. Anne Sullivan was neither the first nor the best known Sullivan to become famous as a collaborator. Rodgers and Hammerstein were an interesting pair. Laura Ingalls Wilder and Rose Wilder Lane. Clara and Robert Schumann. C.S. Lewis and his Inklings...

Sunday Book Review: A New Kind of Zeal

Title: A New Kind of Zeal

Author: Michelle Warren

Date: 2013, 2018

Quote: "It's 2030, and...Temperature's rising, food's disappearing, people are fighting, and lunatics are still preaching."

It's a hypothetical dystopian 2030. Elizabeth II is still Queen of England--age 104. (She's not onstage in the story.) New Zealanders are generally nice, not overcrowded people, so they're coping with food shortages by raising their own food and sharing it with neighbors, but even that worries Prime Minister James Connor, who fears that if the national government doesn't appear to be in control of things the globalists will take over. Bishop Mark Blake, father of Tristan (who utters the line quoted above), is a deeply unhappy widowed father of even more unhappy adult-sized children. And Joshua Davidson, a plainly dressed, charismatic, Christian young man, is turning hobo camps on the beaches into real parties. Joshua is a mixed breed. Some of his followers have determined that he's descended from both British and Maori royalty. Someone starts publicizing his speaking tours by calling him a king, though New Zealand is basically a democracy and no one expects, or wants, Joshua to do any actual ruling. Joshua believes in the separation of church and state.

But in some mysterious way, that allows this story to become a political parable, Joshua is destined to reenact the story of Jesus. He heals people who may already be dead. He promises people a spiritual way to meet the war and tsunami to come. He suffers horrible migraines and seizures after making contact with sinful people, reacting to the "spiritual darkness" of people who've decided that it's more palatable to call sin "darkness," and without being suicidal he's not trying to delay the day when his physical body will be allowed to die. And he attracts people with coincidental names, though they don't seem to be drawn directly from the saints--John is younger than Mark, James is Mark's friend rather than John's brother, and Rau Petera is a priest who speaks with the voice of caution rather than a fisherman who's always first with the wrong answer. There's a Rachel, too, and although she's too young to have children, she weeps with motherly love before the story's over. There's a Luke, and not a Eunice but a Eun Ae. With a cast like this there's probably a reason why no major character in this book is called Mary.

And then there's Tristan, the Sad Man, who's been in the Army, and his baby sister Selena, who is so rebellious that, since her dead mother and emotionally distant father were Christians, she's become a Satanist. Together with James and Mark they find themselves drawn into the roles of the enemies of Jesus. But the roles overlap and break down. In the real world the enemies of Jesus didn't live very long--Herod feared a new king because he was dying, Judas went out and hanged himself, Annas and Caiaphas weren't young. In this story the enemies of Joshua need to repent and be reconciled, not only because repentance and reconciliation are what Christianity is all about, but so that they can be major characters in the political parable that continues to unfold in two more volumes of their story.

Sinful people, this story tells us, would react to Jesus exactly the same way now, as professed Christians, as they did in Jesus' time. Well, not quite. Technology now allows people to be killed by methods that at least work faster than crucifixion.

Christians are told that we have "one Lord, one faith, one baptism." Jesus was unique. His mission will never be repeated. Historically, however, there have been many Christians who wanted to offer up to God whatever bodily suffering they had to endure, who wanted--and tried--to do everything Jesus did. In this story Joshua is able to do what many of the saints have prayed to be able to do, only a little more effectively than they did. 

This story is primarily for and about people in New Zealand but it's worth reading in any country. Most of the world could stand to learn a bit more about New Zealand.

Friday, March 27, 2026

Web Log for 3.26.26, with Virtual Shopping Trip

Status Update 

The weather's been delightful at the Cat Sanctuary. Seductive. I've spent time outside. The first butterfly of spring may have been Iryna's Azure; the ones with white underwings are fairly common, and often the first to fly in spring, here. Then came a pair of Tiger Swallowtails, circling each other in the air in a courtship dance, and, minutes later, a small Fritillary, and a little dark Skipper, and on the next day more Spring Azures, some with white underwings, some with pale blue, and some with pale brown. Only two daffodils bloomed, got snow on the flowers; the rest seem to have decided not to bloom for a good long time. Neighbors who get more sunshine had crowds and hosts. Violets have bloomed, and azaleas, and forsythia. 

I had a fairly bad glyphosate reaction yesterday evening. Blood and pains--they weren't in the heart, thank goodness, though some women have said they felt the pain of a heart attack as coming from further down. I've had pseudo-cardiac symptoms that never turned out to be from cardiac disease, occasionally, for years. They all seemed to be reactions to some sort of chemical residue in the air. Not glyphosate, but something else that's sprayed along road verges. I don't know how common this is but want the idea to be Out There for discussion. If you or a family member have had something that seemed as if it might be cardiac disease, but it passed quickly and there are no other signs of cardiac disease, you might want to find out which local roads or fields have been sprayed recently, and with what. 

And the computer had a severe Microsoft reaction yesterday afternoon, and all through the night. I restarted itself once. It restarted itself six times. So when I was paying attention to the laptop it was misbehaving. I did get some butterfly studies done, but very little else. 

Glyphosate Awareness 

Glyphosate may be breeding "super" disease germs that resist antibiotics:


Virginia Election 2026: Special Vote on the 21st of April

This is the one where we vote on how the votes in November will be counted. The situation is dire. Basically the Ds, who have been advertising so heavily they're making the whole special vote sound sort of wix and like something you'd want to sleep through, want to redraw the election districts NOT to represent the numbers of people in different places fairly, but to get more urban welfare dependents into every district in the Hump and Swamp so that only the Point still maps red--although the property owners of Virginia still do map red. 

This is the way they want to redraw the map:


Don't let it happen, Gentle Readers. The map the Ds are proposing obviously does not reflect the actual views of the electorate. We do not want all those Swamp types letting themselves be misrepresented and misgoverned by people they don't support, and then fleeing out here. We want them to stay and drain their own Swamp. We should all go out and vote NO on the 21st of April.

What say you, fellow Virginians? Is it worth the trouble to do like a group of voters who called on our US Senators this week, and all wear red to the polls?


The one shown above was marked down to $10 at the time of posting, so it's probably no longer available...


Not my style, but it looks cute on her. Tall women who want to look shorter love knee-length looks. At 5'4" I'd wear a knee-length dress if for some reason I wanted to look 4'8"; it's just never happened. I mean, I might be attracted to a man who was 5'2", but the illusion would shatter the minute people actually saw me standing beside him, so why bother.


I would wear that to an office job. Everybody knows I'm more arty than yuppie and like to swish a skirt around, anyway.


Sort of a compromise between arty and yuppie?



I don't think it's fair that the dress with the belted, bloused fit costs so much more than the ones designed to show off a trim waistline. We're going to burn off the winter fat! It's only March!


This one would be comfortable, but for daytime wear I'd want to take a few inches off the bottom. 


There's always the stylish shirt, not a T-shirt, to wear with a skirt, or even with trousers that reach to the top of the shoes.


Or the white, blue, black, or beige shirt or dress with a little cover-up.



And nobody else will ever wear palazzo pants as well as Melania Trump, but for those of us who are in between 5'2" and 5'6" or 5'6" and 5'10", there is something to be said for trousers that look like a skirt, so nobody expects them to reach to the top of the shoes while being clear of the bottom. The line between palazzo pants and culottes is fine. You can wear any length, so long as you're not actually walking on the hems.


Just some ideas. Of course we want to buy locally. But it's always good to dress up a little at the polls, and red is the best color for a lot of us to be photographed in.

Just sayin'!