The kid actually has a job.

He finally went to his new job and completed his paperwork. He works a full day tomorrow (Friday) and starts his regular schedule next week. I get to return the tools I bought him because they’re not the right type. The company will provide the tools he needs until he can afford his own. They were very patient accommodating his illness. I hope he doesn’t have any more “off” days.

Maybe I’ll get stuff done while he’s at work. I’m renewing my studio for another six months. It will be financially tight for a bit. My art supplies and bookbinding supplies will come home and I will move my 32 inch loom into the studio and work on getting the yarn stash down. The first thing will be to reduce the wool stash by weaving it into 30 inch panels and felting them. I haven’t taken a picture of that box, but it is larger than the green bin in the picture below.

This is the yarn from under my bed, except for the green bin which was in my closet. The loose bags at the top of the pile are filled with roving waiting to be spun.

Here are a few more of the watercolor paintings. I have good days and bad days. My eyes and hands don’t coordinate that well with my brain sometimes, so the quality gets weird from painting to painting.

My weird art.
Four more paintings.
Three earlier paintings — not part of the paint-along, but part of my exhibit in November.

Saturday, I do my first ballot deposit box run for the absentee ballots. There are several boxes to be checked and emptied. They’re in various locations in the city and we work in pairs and wear vests to identify us as election officials. I have four shifts for this month. I also received my location for Election Day — it’s the same building where I worked during the primary. I do in-person absentee voting at my local library branch.

Some of my latest art

Before I post my pictures, I have to tell you about my waffles. I made the first batch of mini waffles this morning from my own mix. The base recipe makes 75 pancakes and slightly fewer waffles. I made it from a recipe in an old restaurant textbook from the 70’s. After I made up the mix, I did the math to determine the measurements for a single portion.

It has powdered eggs and dry whole milk and only needs a half cup of water and a half cup of mix to make a single serving. I’d estimate that the total cost was less than a comparable institutional-sized boxed mix. I now have to vacuum seal the mix with oxygen absorbers and then pack the bags in a dark box for storage.

And on to the art…

Last year I participated in a 100 Paintings in a Year challenge. I started another this year. Last year’s challenge involved 3 by 2-1/2 inch sized watercolors. This year the size is larger —3-1/2 by 3 inches. I set up the same schedule —1 painting every 3 days— as last year.

Paintings 2 through 5. Number 1 must still be in my studio.
Numbers 6 though 9
Paintings 10 through 14. Missing number 12.

I’m a few paintings behind as I was scheduled for an art exhibit in November rather than January. so I’ve been busy getting ready for that. By getting ready, I mean matting and framing paintings and prints from storage.

That’s all for now.

A Job!

The Boomerang child is once again employed. He starts Monday at an auto dealership, working in the repair bay. I’ve already told him not to let the crazy woman cost him this job like she did his last one. He really liked it, but the bosses got tired of the Not-Wife calling him every day.

He needs to turn his phone off or keep it on mute while working. Unless I expect a call, my phone is rarely off mute. One of the reasons is that I made a mistake giving out my number when I donated to a political candidate. Now I get solicitations from every Tom, Dick, and Mary politician that wants money. Take my word for it — don’t do that.

That’s it for now.

As a bonus a look at the yarn that’s been multiplying under my bed.

Never leave two or more skeins of yarn under your bed. They breed.

I’m getting frustrated

My son has issues. I can’t deal with him and my own issues. At least, I’m self-aware and am dealing with them. But having him around stresses me out. We are the only family here. My daughter lives out of state with her own set of adult child problems. There are only two of my former in-laws alive and they have nothing to do with us and it’s very easy for them not to because they don’t live near us.

I’ve lost track of how many jobs he’s had since high school. It seems like in the 26 years since he graduated, he’s rarely worked at a single job for more than a year. I swear the thought of responsibility scares him. He’s very competent as a cook, but the minute he gets moved up a step, he quits.

This last job was for assistant manager at an oil change place that also does minor maintenance, but they put him on the floor to learn what the job entails because he never did much work on cars, having worked in kitchens from high school on.

Most of this week, he told me he was home because he was sick. Then last night he texted me not to come up to yell at him in the morning because he didn’t have to go into work, unless they called him. My spider sense says “fired.” I went upstairs but he wasn’t home. So I don’t know what’s going on.

He used to be such a great kid, but the alcohol got him early. It ran deep on his father’s side. I remember the first Christmas I spent with my in-laws. We stayed overnight and the first thing I was offered in the morning was a Bloody Mary. His dad and grandparents were never without a drink in hand.

I’m certain that after my in-laws sold their house and moved out of state, the local beer distributor who serviced their house mourned the loss of delivering 30 cases of beer every month. I know, because I was asked to meet the truck once when no one else was home. 720 cans of beer a month! For a private home! I’ve had maybe 5 beers total in 60 years.

For me, alcohol is what I drink when I go out or when a group of us would get together for a weekend of camping. I don’t have it for breakfast. Even at the lowest times in my life, alcohol has not been my go-to substance. I’m more inclined to bake a batch of cookies.

People knew to bring their own drinks to my Halloween parties and to take the leftover booze home. Right now, I have a very small stash of alcohol that my son doesn’t know about in my bedroom armoire. I have rum because I used to make rum balls for Christmas to mail to a family member. She died a couple of years ago. There’s probably only enough rum left for one last batch of rum balls or to be poured over a fruitcake.

The vodka bottles contains vanilla beans for extract. There’s enough tequila left for a margarita party. But there won’t be one because most of the people I would invite to a party have died. They were all way younger than me, but cancer, diabetes, stroke, alcohol, and car accidents took their lives. It’s weird. I’ve outlived about half of my high school classmates, and at least a third of the various people from my college days. I’ve even outlived my college.

Update: He did get fired last week. I guessed and he confessed.

Election Stuff and the Maker Space soda machine

I just got a reminder email from the City Clerk’s office reminding me of my schedule for collection from the drop boxes. Those three dates are already on my calendar. I’ll get paid for three hours a shift plus a bit for gas. Then November 3rd, I work the election at the same polling location that I did for the primary.

It’s going to be an interesting race. One of the candidates for Governor is a long term Republican Senator; the other is a Democrat who served as a Milwaukee County Executive. It’s probably going to be a tight race. Two Democrat primary candidates who withdrew from the race still remain on the ballot and could skew the Democrat results since nothing prevents voters from selecting them in the booth. As for the other races, I’ll vote for whomever is not a Republican.

In other news, I published a poll for the Makerspace membership to vote on what drinks are going into the new vending machine. Not everyone is happy as several of our former offerings were not in the top 8 choices. Fewer than ten percent of the membership voted in the survey and I expect a lot of complaints about our reduced selection. Our old machine had slots for twice as many brands and variants but the compressor died. I did search online but could not find a replacement compressor to fit the space.

The bill collector was not accepting dollars, so I messaged for one of the electronics gurus to attempt a fix. I would have figured it out but I would have had to stand on a stool to get close enough to find the proper wire and connector. I did get a response from one of our newer members who used to do vending machine repairs in his other life and he was able to repair the bill collector.

I still have to get the Treasurer to set us up for card payments at the machine since a lot of younger members want to pay by card instead of cash. I’m not going to pay an extra ten percent for a drink by using a card. If I don’t have cash, I have my emergency caffeine under a shelving unit in my studio and there’s ice in the breakroom freezer.

Sorry again for the absence.

The brain is still malfunctioning. I’m going to be going to various Clinics for a couple of evaluations. I’m still having effects from the last concussion. This is longer lasting than prior head bumps. I fallen an additional 6 times since the August head bump.

The only good thing about the last 6 falls (4 in one day and 2 other separate falls) is that I didn’t hit my head again. The bad thing was that I fell again more than once in the same hour. My appointment is for Oct. 4th. I’ve made a list of everything that is going wrong with this aging sack of flesh. What this means is probably more physical therapy, a hearing assessment, a more in depth look at my eyes, and probably another look inside the half-empty box that holds the gelatinous wad of brain cells.

The damned boomerang returned. He called in sick to work yesterday. I hope this isn’t the prelude to another firing. He has medical insurance now. He needs to get his brain sorted. I’m too old for this drama. I’m tempted to sell my house and move into an old folks establishment and I hate old people in spite of being aged.

I screwed up my poll worker schedule. I missed my first ballot box assignment. I forgot to put it on the calendar. I may have confused it with the training date, which I did get to, but my first scheduled work day was two days after that. I also missed the phone call that would have gotten me to the site late. Brain fart alert! I did email and apologize to the supervisor but that was hours later.

The art exhibit coordinator asked me what I was planning to display at my art show in November. I told him I was bringing all my unfinished projects of the last 60 years. That will included a 58-year old unfinished baby sweater, if I can find it, that I started before my daughter was born. I also need to find the unfinished 46-year old sweater that I started when my son was born, as well as hand-knit single socks and mittens from when I was knitting on my commute by car, then bus, to and from work before I retired.

I can’t promise I’ll post more frequently, but I’ll try. Thank you to the few of you who read me.

Another Civics lesson

Today’s topic is the 25th Amendment

25th Amendment

The 25th Amendment, proposed by Congress and ratified by the states in the aftermath of the assassination of President John F. Kennedy, provides the procedures for replacing the president or vice president in the event of death, removal, resignation, or incapacitation.

Section 1.

In case of the removal of the President from office or of his death or resignation, the Vice President shall become President.

Section 2.

Whenever there is a vacancy in the office of the Vice President, the President shall nominate a Vice President who shall take office upon confirmation by a majority vote of both Houses of Congress.

Section 3.

Whenever the President transmits to the President pro tempore of the Senate and the Speaker of the House of Representatives his written declaration that he is unable to discharge the powers and duties of his office, and until he transmits to them a written declaration to the contrary, such powers and duties shall be discharged by the Vice President as Acting President.

Section 4.

Whenever the Vice President and a majority of either the principal officers of the executive departments or of such other body as Congress may by law provide, transmit to the President pro tempore of the Senate and the Speaker of the House of Representatives their written declaration that the President is unable to discharge the powers and duties of his office, the Vice President shall immediately assume the powers and duties of the office as Acting President.

Thereafter, when the President transmits to the President pro tempore of the Senate and the Speaker of the House of Representatives his written declaration that no inability exists, he shall resume the powers and duties of his office unless the Vice President and a majority of either the principal officers of the executive department or of such other body as Congress may by law provide, transmit within four days to the President pro tempore of the Senate and the Speaker of the House of Representatives their written declaration that the President is unable to discharge the powers and duties of his office.

Thereupon Congress shall decide the issue, assembling within forty-eight hours for that purpose if not in session. If the Congress, within twenty-one days after receipt of the latter written declaration, or, if Congress is not in session, within twenty-one days after Congress is required to assemble, determines by two-thirds vote of both Houses that the President is unable to discharge the powers and duties of his office, the Vice President shall continue to discharge the same as Acting President; otherwise, the President shall resume the powers and duties of his office.


When you read this, you will notice the serving President has a way to fight the impeachment by submitting documentation proving that he does have the capacity to continue in office. It then becomes the duty of the Vice President and two-thirds of Congress to refute the statement of capacity and vote for impeachment if their evidence supports the fact that the President is, in fact, not capable of discharging his duties.

With the current Congress, even if the opposition party gains a majority in the midterm election, they may not get enough votes from the minority party to fulfill the two-thirds requirement.

PLEASE VOTE IN THE MIDTERMS. Our democracy depends on everyone voting to change Congress to a more moderate organization and expelling the current regime before we find ourselves in a much larger battle for survival.

Thank you.

Brain dead

I have yet another concussion. All my friends have threatened to pool funds to buy me a helmet. It’s been 7 years since the last one when I ended up with 5 staples in my head as well as my first ambulance ride. The ambulance was probably declared a hazardous waste site after they tossed me into the emergency room. Can we spell projectile vomiting?

My brain is still glitching after for almost a month after the head smash. They did a CT scan and didn’t find anything. There may have been a few dust bunnies and I think on the copy in my online record that I saw had a “for rent” in there. Other than some residual dizziness,I’m doing ok. I did need to get new glasses, because we didn’t find them until they were rolled flat by either my car, or my friend’s truck. I hadn’t realized they had flown off my face into the driveway. I thought they had dropped into the grass.

This year I set up a bucket garden on the side of my house so I have to water frequently especially since it’s been so hot lately. Going out to water it after dark was the reason I fell. There are low spots from a rotting stump in the yard and I stepped in one on my way back inside, lost my balance, and rolled down a bit of a slope to bang my head on the driveway pavement.

A couple of neighbors were getting out of their car and saw me fall. They ran over to help me get up and into the house. I spent most of the last few weeks staying home and not going to the makerspace except for scheduled events I couldn’t pass off. Overall, the membership has been okay with me not being there.

I mentioned the heat, but magically, the temperature went lower once I struggled to get the window air conditioner out from behind the pile of belongings my son piled in front of the storage shelf in my garage. I had a friend actually lift the thing into my bedroom window. It’s still warm out, but the ceiling fans work well enough to keep me cool so I haven’t yet turned the ac on.

In other news, I worked the polls for our Primary election. It was my first time doing that. The polling place was a different ward than I vote in, but I had already done in-person absentee voting at the polling place set up in my local library branch. I worked an eight hour shift doing voter verification and reconciling the two copies of the voter books.

I made one numerical error in my book that we couldn’t validate. But overall, it was a good experience. I’ll do better next time. Since I listed my availability as “any polling location,” I’m not certain that I’ll be assigned there again. It was interesting how everything packed up into a wheeled cage. I didn’t stick around to see if the cage was picked up that evening. I had left my dinner in the cooler in back of my car and never got around to eating it until I got home.

It was what I call Garbage Salad.

I take all the leftover fresh vegetables from the weekly shop, chop them up, add a can of some kind of beans, chopped fresh herbs such as basil, parsley, marjoram, some chopped olives, leftover rice, quinoa, or couscous, and vinegar and oil dressing and that’s lunch for the next few days. Sometimes, I add cooked shrimp, chopped ham, chicken, or tuna instead of beans or sometimes even with the beans.

And that’s my current update.

Funny story.

When my son was little, a running joke between us was me telling him when he got rambunctious, to go find a really big stick so I could beat him. Any time I would tell him to go find a stick, he would grin, run outside and find a twig, run in and announce loudly. “Okay, Mom, now you can beat me.”

The neighbors would give us funny looks, but we did it all the time with silly grins on our faces. One day we were at the mall and he was just antsy because he wanted to go get our Friday pizzas and then go home. I was looking for something — I can’t remember what it was. It’s been over 40 years since this happened.

He kept whining at me, so I told him if he didn’t behave, I’d send him to find a big stick. What I hadn’t paid attention to was the workers outside the store trimming trees. So my son disappeared from the store and a little bit later, he came in, dragging a branch three time times his height. In the loudest voice he had, he yelled, “hey mom! Is this a big enough branch to beat me with?”

Every head in the store turned toward this little boy standing in the doorway with the chunk of tree, grinning his head off. Then they all turned to me as I walked toward him. I pointed out that we were both laughing and no one needed to call CPS. He dragged the branch back outside, still laughing.

Every so often, if he tells me he messed up somehow, I still tell to go find a really big stick so I can beat him.

There’s been a lot of talk about amendments of the Constitution.

Why we have birthright citizenship. Civics again

There’s a lot of talk lately about birthright citizenship AKA the 14th Amendment —the rights of citizens.

Section 1 defines citizenship as “all persons born or naturalized in the United States, and subject to the jurisdiction thereof , are citizens of the United States and of the State wherein they reside.” It states further that the United State as well as individual states may not make laws or enforce laws that are counter to the privileges and immunities of citizens including the right to due process and equal protection under the law.

Section 2 describes how Representatives are allocated by the number of male inhabitants of each state, the minimum age to vote for such representatives, originally age 25, now age 18; and what counts as a disqualification for voting – insurrection, giving aid and comfort to enemies. The right of women to vote is a later Amendment.

Section 3 details that those engaging in insurrection are barred from Government office including the Office of the President, Vice President, the Senate and the House of Representatives, as well as judicial officers, if they were under oath as government agents when they participated in the insurrection. It goes on to state that Congress may void the insurrection action by a two thirds vote.

Section 4 Public Debt The expenses incurred by The Civil War are authorized to be paid except for expenses incurred by the states that participated in the Insurrection.

Section 5 Congress has the power to enforce the provisions of this amendment by proper legislation.

Normally Americans become citizens by birth or naturalization. A child born in a foreign country to American citizens is an American by birth. A child born to foreign nationals can be considered a citizen by birth if the parents are seeking asylum or are long term workers abiding by the laws of the United States or are awaiting naturalization. Children born of officials working or representing foreign countries in the US are not considered to be “birthright citizens.”

Birthright citizenship was a way to give the former slaves, who might have been in the country for several generations, legal status and protections as citizens. It didn’t really give the former slaves all the rights and privileges of free persons, but was a way to break the South’s economy during and after the Civil War.

The net result was backlash against the now freed people. Even though the 13th, 14th and 15th amendments granted the former slaves freedom, citizenship, and the right to vote, the South worked tirelessly to limit the new rights of the freed slaves. Intimidation, poll taxes, murders, and bombings were used to prevent the former slaves and their descendants from voting or even improving their lives.

We are experiencing a backlash against birthright citizenship. The current administration is representing birthright citizenship as a scam by non-white persons to overwhelm our population using their old catchphrases “mongrelization,” “diluting their blood”, “undesirables.” and “criminals.”

We have people imprisoned without due process, shipped to foreign prisons, starved, beaten, raped. Small children carried off, protesters killed. It’s like having Idi Amin in charge. Except the current incumbent make Uncle Idi look sane

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