TOXIC CALLERS

 

Recently I received that scam phone call with the woman announcing she's on a recorded line and inquiring, "Can you hear me, OK?"

Red flairs began going off in my head immediately. This is an old scam actually. Your "YES" answer is used to gain access into your personal info.

This boggles my mind that they can do it with just that! To view my bank account online I practically have to jump thru flaming hoops followed by a tap-dance and then stand on my head while juggling bowling balls!

When asked if I could hear her OK I shouted "NO!" so loud I hope it blasted her ear drums! Had I been upstairs on the other line I would have topped it off with my police whistle to make sure!

Back in the 1970's I received a call I'll never forget! Back then, answering machines may have been around, however there was no need for one. Unlike now, the phone didn’t ring all day with telemarketers, scammers, & charities. Nine out of ten times you knew the person on the other end.

This particular incident happened on a Friday afternoon when I was alone in the house. A man asked for Mrs. Lininger and I replied that she was out for the day. He then asked is Mr. Lininger there? I told him that he was in West Palm Beach, I was their daughter, and did he want to leave a message?

What he said next, turned things upside down and twisted our conversation side-ways in a whole different direction.

"Do you love your mother?" he inquired.

"No!" I answered loudly with a laugh.

"This is not a joke!" he shot back and repeated the question.

I was silent. Never have I been close to my mother. Mom's love was the strangling kind and I'm rather fond of breathing. And I found the question intrusive! He repeated it again.

"What is this about? Why are you calling?" I wanted to know.

"Your mother is going to be blinded," he declared. "Do you love your mother?'

My initial thought was, who has Mom pissed off now? This was during her fanatical religious period that immediately followed the loss of Dad's high paying job. She dove head first into the bible and it was not unusual for her to tell people they were going to hell for not being church goers.

"Who is this?" I asked.

He just repeated all the above like a parrot!

I demanded to know who he was, plus how he knew, and when this going to happen!

Apparently, he was not expecting all these questions! He became agitated and seamed to freak out while repeating those same things over and over. Finally, he asked "Is there anyone else in the house?"

That was it for me, I hung up! Immediately I called the police!

Soon after, an officer arrived to make a report. He stated the target was not my mother, but me. He explained that sickos feel powerful by getting in your head and messing with you. I knew people like this in high school so that made sense.

He felt the call was probably random. But what disturbed me was that the caller knew the correct pronunciation of our family name, most don't!

When my mother returned, I told her everything that happened. She seemed unconcerned.

Later, my memory was jogged. Just three days before a couple of young guys in their 20's came to repair a cable outage. One behaved creepily! He kept staring at me strangely, then began gazing around our house in an odd manner, and then back to a fixed stare at me.

I can't prove he was the one who phoned, but I'd bet on it!

OFF TRACK WITH THE TRACFONE

 

A migraine inducing exercise in futility!!! -- Also why I’m keeping my landline.

Recently, I purchased what is commonly referred to as a drug dealer phone. It was the cheapest one I could find. This was for emergencies; and eventually to replace my landline saving me money, I thought.

Why are all these modern devices made for elves? It was so tiny I had difficulty reading it and finding anything even with my glasses. And it doesn’t help that my vision is impaired thanks to posterior vitreous detachment, which I developed after cataract surgery.

My power & internet go out with alarming regularity here, taking my landline along with it. My lifeline is my next-door neighbors. The lady is sympathetic, but although she denies it, her husband doesn’t like me. – Probably because I vote differently!

She has informed me that if I require help, I’m no longer allowed to ring the bell or knock since it upsets her husband. Instead, I’m to write a note and tape it to the glass on their front door. She’ll see it and help me.

I find this silly, and more than a tad belittling. So, I purchased the Tracfone. I’m a senior and far from a tech person, so I had to pay $150 an hour for a professional to set it up. He gave me a crash course, and I took notes, but I still couldn’t figure out how to operate the damn thing! And there’s absolutely no instructions that came along with it!

This I don’t understand, why are there detailed instructions with TV dinners that should be plain common sense, such as: Remove from box before placing in oven. Yet, with something this complicated that requires a manual there’s nothing!

I tried googling for instructions, hoping for a demonstration on YouTube, but also found nothing! I kept getting notifications, & despite my notes I was unable to open them.

In frustration, I checked the box again when something caught my eye. – There was a cancer warning! Hot cat pee! Cancer runs on both sides of my family. Both my parents died from it. I don’t want this cancer device anywhere around me! I really wanted to undo the deal!

Only a couple weeks later, I thought I’d killed it! Or else it read my thoughts and commit suicide. Since it was an emergency phone, I probably didn’t charge it as often as required. As I stated previously, there was absolutely no instruction enclosed.

So, I called their customer service. After a lengthy wait, a pleasant and patient lady with a foreign accent helped me. We chatted for quite a while and eventually got it working again.

I cancelled the auto refill after she confirmed what I had been told (too late) that this phone would not work once power or internet have been lost. Sadly, now I’m back to depending on my neighbors with my scotch tape & note paper at the ready.   

NONE FOR YOU, NOSFERATU

 

NOR DRACULA, COUNT ORLOFF, OR ANY TWILIGHT VAMPIRE, CREATURE, OR CRYPTID.

I’ve become a regular blood donor. I’ll admit my reasons are less than altruistic. Each time, I’m given at least a $20 (sometimes more) discount on my groceries. Due to these stupid Trump tariffs & being on a fixed income, I really need this! Like the old lady who peed into the sea every little bit counts! – That was a common saying when I was growing up.

I’d donate every week if I could, however I’m limited to every 8 weeks.

And besides, I’m given a fun gift: a T-shirt, cap, mug, etc. Also, they have a snack station, and I’m allowed to take anything home. Usually, I choose a couple small bags of Doritos or cheddar popcorn.

Before donating, I must answer a long list of embarrassing questions that are also rather insulting, such as: “Have you ever had sex for money or drugs, or had sex with someone who has?” However, these are necessary!

A bone graft would disqualify me. I’ve had several from my dentist. Thankfully enough time has passed that this no longer counts. My bout with skin cancer also counts but doesn’t disqualify me.

The process only hurts for a quick second. Afterward I’m told, “You just lost one pound, and then I’m shown the bag of blood.”

Once, I didn’t hold my finger down long enough after the needle was removed and blood streamed down my arm. Another time, they were training a rookie and didn’t get enough from one arm and had to stick me the other one, too.

I must wait 15 minutes before leaving, in the event of side effects or me fainting. Neither has ever happened.

Before departing, I’m instructed not to lift anything heavy.

Later, I receive an email stating exactly where my blood was sent, & to someone who needed it. A WIN, WIN for all!

CANKLES & SWOLLEN CALVES

 

I’ve had them, and that too!

Now I hear our President; the pussy grabber, convicted felon & rapist, and the draft dodger with bone spurs, has cankles. Well good, I say! But he deserves far, far worse! How anyone with a functioning brain voted for this horrible excuse for a human being is beyond me! Yet I know many who almost worship him.

Back when he was first running for the office, I saw the writing on the wall and planned to expatriate. Plus, the Third World is cheaper, and better suited (I thought) to someone on a fixed income.

I had it narrowed down to either Ecuador or Thailand. I took exploratory trips to each before deciding. – And glad I did!

In Ecuador my first trip, the shoes that were so comfortable strolling the mall & big box stores did not handle those cobble stone streets well. And I am unused that much walking, plus my home is a barefoot zone. On the Andes part of the trip, besides cankles I had sore torn-up painful feet.

In the Galapagos Islands, I bought a pair of flip-flops which brought some relief.

Less than six months later, I flew to Thailand. After getting off the plane, I was shocked to discover I had Ecuador feet! And my newly purchased walking shoes were digging into my flesh. But it was just the beginning!

Walking around Bangkok was torture! Next day I purchased a pair of thong sandals which I wore for the rest of the trip. However, there was lots of climbing as well as walking on the trip.

In Chiang Mai, I wanted to experience a Fish Massage. First, two men washed & bandaged my swollen bloody feet. When I rolled up my loose trousers, I was surprised at how tight they’d suddenly become. Back at the hotel, in my underwear, I couldn’t recognize my own legs in the mirror. I was shocked at how big my calves had become!

My trip was only half over, and I was in pain. However I was determined this was not going to slow me down!

In Mae Hong Son, I was surprised upon seeing a man wearing a TRUMP T-shirt. I gave him the finger, but he didn’t see me.

Both Ecuador & Thailand turned out to be too Third World for my taste. Among other things, I didn’t want to stand in long lines every month to pay my utility bills nor take a bus for 8 hours to see a movie; along with many other deal breakers.

And since then, both countries have gone thru negative changes that would have forced me to move had I expatriated. The result of a major change in government just as here!

Once home, my feet & calves soon returned to normal size. Of course, I’d gone on a strict fruit & vegetable diet. My weight plummeted to 118 lbs. I don’t care what Madison Ave says, scrawny and boney isn’t attractive! I looked much healthier and better when I gained some weight back.

Since then, I’ve twice had a cankle, first on the left foot, then on the right. The first was due to injury, the other too much salt. Both times, I looked like a human fiddler crab. But thankfully, both were temporary.

And as for Trump; please do us all a favor, have a stroke and croak!!!

WINN DIXIE DAYS

 

Now a memory.

In 1999 when my father & I first moved to Vero Beach, we were surprised to see a Winn Dixie supermarket being constructed only a short distance from us. We couldn’t understand why one was being built way out here, so far beyond the city limits.

Back then, going to or leaving town felt like driving thru a country lane, lush with orange groves and pastures. It was part of the appeal of moving here! In fact there was an orange grove directly across from our subdivision. We fell in love with this one because it resembles an old-fashioned neighborhood. Every home is different and has character.

But sadly, almost immediately the area around us began changing! The orange grove across the street disappeared and a cookie-cutter subdivision went up in its place. That subdivision was named The Grove, although not one orange tree remained!

Not long after, the other groves and pastures as well were plowed under for more subdivisions, shopping malls, and businesses. Shortly after my father’s death in 2001 a Publix shopping mall was built just around the corner where previously there was only wilderness.

Soon, came a CVS drug store and a Walgreens across from one another. And the sprawl continues to expand!

The Winn Dixie near me has closed. Currently it’s an empty sad-looking ghost building. An Aldi is scheduled to replace it sometime next year.

I’ve been assured that shopping will be cheaper there. But I miss Winn Dixie’s seafood & bakery. They were the best!  And for Valentine’s Day they sold the hugest, most delicious strawberries covered in thick dark chocolate. – The other stores didn’t compare!

And I miss the friendly and helpful staff. Winn Dixie didn’t have a high volume of employee turnover like Publix or Walmart. Many were older folks around my age who stayed. I hope they are all okay now and have moved on to better things.

SIX SEASONS OF HANDMAIDENS

 

I’ve been streaming for less than a year with only a few paid sites to save money, all with (ugh) commercials. However now I’m able to watch series that were once unavailable to me. One that has been on my wish list for years is THE HANDMAID’S TALE. I recently binge watched this and I must say it didn’t disappoint!

My hat is off to Margaret Atwood author of the novel this series is based upon. She has truly created something extraordinary that will be remembered forever.

I watched this over so many evenings it began to feel like a dystopian soap opera. However, soap operas have their appeal and are addictive. Plus, this one was particularly gripping, not to mention scary, since I can see something similar happening now due to our current political climate. Twenty years ago, I never imagined it possible that the United States could ever be taken over by a cult.

The only issue I had was with the casting. I find it unbelievable Commander Waterford who had an accomplished wife as beautiful as a supermodel, would cheat behind her back with the bovine Offhead/June.

On the other hand, it reminded me of the true story about the poor lobster fisherman’s son whose mom sent him off to school every day with a lobster sandwich because that’s all they could afford. He envied his classmates, drooling over their peanut butter sandwiches.

I love chocolate truffles, but if I had them every day, they would cease to be special.

After completing Season 5, and half-way thru Season 6 the final one, I found myself suddenly locked out of HULU for which I was paying! I was informed that now I required a Disney account to access it which would add to my ongoing bill!

Geez, I’m an adult! I didn’t want the damn Disney! I have no interest in seeing people frolicking and singing with woodland creatures. I’d sooner see them fornicating with forest animals!

I was forced to call my $150 per hour tech guy. The one who set me up streaming. I resented having to do this! However, he solved the problem.

Thankfully I was able to finish watching this series that I enjoyed. It’s also a cautionary tale that shouldn’t be ignored.

APPLIANCE RELIANCE

 

Refrigerators & freezers like their owners grow old and die in similar ways. First come the popping cracking noises followed by moaning and growing in misery and eventually incontinence. When you find a puddle by your fridge you can blot it up with a Depend's diaper, but its life is near the end.

Maybe it's because I'm alone but I get attached to my appliances. A friend reminded me they can't love you back. But I don't need them to! I'm not that emotionally needy.

My oldest appliances feel like family. Others are like employees whom I've worked with; some are better at their job than others.

I still miss my first microwave oven. Never once did I need to move food around during mid cycle to ensure it cooked thoroughly. Ditto for my previous toaster oven! It was larger & simpler to operate. My current one required reading a manual to operate.

Back in the day before DVRs I went thru a slew of VCRs. One, a cheap off brand, (I swear to God) could miraculously record programs even during a power outage! Sadly, it broke after only two years and the brand was discontinued.

In the old days appliances were made to last! The space heater I brought to Vero Beach had to be at least 50 when it died. I was age 55 at the time and I remember it being used to heat our home when I was an infant. My parents brought it down from Michigan in 1952.

My current refrigerator is the best one I've ever owned! It's a gorgeous gigantic silver & black one. I purchased the spring of 2004 before the back-to-back hurricanes hit in the fall. This was two years before I lost a staggering amount of money in what my (then) financial advisor assured me was a safe investment. It’s still running fine as of this writing.

However, I’ve had 3 garage freezers since 2005! The last one (I just replaced) was purchased in 2017. I remember well the day it arrived; I’d had cataract surgery that morning and it was delivered that afternoon. The thing didn’t even last 10 years!

I was recently told by a salesman in the appliance dept that newer models are deliberately designed by the manufacturers to last only between 5 to 7 years forcing customers to replace them sooner.

This sucks, they should be ashamed!

I WANT "MY BIRTHDAY" PARADE

 

President Bone Spurs just spent 40 million or more to throw himself a military birthday parade. I’m having a hard time wrapping my head around that amount. Wouldn’t this be better served to help the citizens of our country and the environment instead of cutting or eliminating services altogether. We are not being governed, we’re being plundered! The actual waste and fraud is the man currently occupying the White House.

This guy is a draft dodger who called our veterans suckers & losers. Why he received even ONE vote in ANY election is beyond me! And did I forget to mention he’s also a convicted felon, rapist, & career grifter for whom lying is as natural as breathing. He belongs in prison, NOT the White House!

Bone spurs phooey! I’ve seen photos of him playing tennis. He’s a coward who was afraid to serve! He’s nothing but a big baby always whining about something. Yet this chicken TACO threw himself a military parade like those of dictator Kim Jong Un in North Korea.

Speaking of Kim Jong Un, we share the same birthday, January 8.

AND here’s a fun, little known fact: January 8 was once a big federal holiday in the USA comparable to July 4, (Google it) this was to commemorate the Battle of New Orleans. Unfortunately, our Civil War ended this holiday permanently.

Sometimes I dance around my house bellowing out The Battle of New Orleans song. It’s the kind of tune that makes you want to get up and do a jig! It was a popular song played on all the radio stations during the 1950’s when I was a kid.

The Civil War has been over for a long time now. I think January 8 should be reinstated as a federal holiday with parades! And leading them should be all the grown-up January 8 babies proudly singing The Battle of New Orleans! The crowd can clap their hands, stomp their feet, or sing right along.

Oh, and by the way, I proudly participated in the No Kings protest on Flag Day June 14. And plan to protest in any future ones until Dictator Don is history!

TOPAZ WATERS & MEMORIES

 

My latest novel A BALMY WINTER ON TOPAZ WATERS (available on Amazon) was based much upon my personal experiences. I lived in Hobe Sound briefly as a child in first grade. So, there was absolutely no lust, adultery, or backstabbing then. However, I observed a lot of this later in life. My own parents became part of such a triangle.

I set this story in Hobe Sound because during the 1950’s it was one of the most scenic and beautiful places I’d ever seen. This was long before the crowds and concrete.

The gorgeous acreage on the Intracoastal Waterway that I describe in my novel was exactly like the one my family rented. Nowadays you’d have to be a millionaire to rent a similar property, but things were different back then. Even the vibrant floral lane was exactly that!

And the family-owned donut shop in the novel existed as well! It sold the most delicious donuts I’ve ever tasted before or since.

Another reason I set the story during the late 1950’s was due to the fact it was on the verge of the cultural shift that arrived in the 1960’s.

Bikini bathing suits were considered scandalous as well as trashy. When the main character Ellen Lanfred discovers one in a daughter’s suitcase during a brief visit, she freaks out! Her ex-husband refused to sell these in their chain of department stores. He considered them indecent.

This youngest daughter Kimberly is plucky and rebellious. She’s also a coed who has blossomed into quite a beauty. And with her sister she’s on her way to Fort Lauderdale for spring break. Mother Ellen won’t confide in Kimberly of her young lover for fear she’ll steal him. So, she goes to great lengths to prevent their meeting.

Also a major character in the story suffers from dementia. Along with cancer, this unfortunately is another area I’m too familiar. My stepmother had this condition. For a long while, my father was in denial. Eventually, her behavior became so bizarre he had no choice but to face reality. Each off-the-wall thing I describe in my novel this character did, I witnessed personally!

Every book I author is written with my whole heart and contains a little piece of my soul.

SLAM! BAM! TIS A SCAM!

 

Recently, I received a phone call from someone claiming to be from Columbia Pictures wanting to buy the rights to my novel, THE HOUSE OF SIN AND SPLENDOR, for a movie version. And they were willing to pay me $300,000.

First of all, I’d want $500,000.  And second, I see this story as more of a series, since it encompasses many decades unfolding thru characters’ conversations, along with a past life hypnotic regression of the main character Arlene.

Later, after the regression she has an out-of-body experience and visits the past guided by a ghost.

Arlene has psychic abilities which she was forced to hide and deny, due to being raised by her fanatically religious grandparents. Eventually she comes to embrace her gift.

I sat listening to this message which came up on my answering machine as Unknown Caller. The guy kept calling me Deanne – My name is Dianne!

Since I’m a senior citizen I don’t appreciate some stranger referring to me as “Hey Deanne!”

In the background I could hear numerous people on phones. If that wasn’t a scammer’s boiler room, then I don’t know what is! I could smell the stench right thru my answering machine.

It reminded me of that 1980’s Florida serial killer who roamed shopping malls carrying an empty camera. He’d approach young women and claim to be a photographer for a big modeling agency.

He’d tell them, “You have great potential. But first, you must sign papers and I left those in my car.” Naturally he was parked in a secluded spot where he’d knock them out and lock them in the trunk.

Scammers just as serial killers lure and often catch victims thru the person’s aspirations, fantasies, & egos. This is easy now! Way too much info is exposed over the internet. And these cons are getting sneakier all the time!

GREAT STORY, CRAPPY MOVIE

 

I remember it vividly although long ago, I was in my early 20’s. It was a comfortably cool spring afternoon, the kind of which “normal people” as my parents called them would be outside enjoying the weather.

Instead, I was sprawled out on my bedroom floor, but my mind was far away in a mysterious land called Styria fully engrossed in the horror Novella CARMILLA. I felt magically transported by a long dead author whose words captivated and enthralled me. I was gripped in suspense from the very first paragraph.

Joseph Sheridan Le Fanu instantly became a favorite author of mine. Right up there with Thomas Hardy.

Fast forward to 2025, I am now in my 70’s. I noticed one of my streaming services offered a movie version of this favorite novella. I was excited and couldn’t wait to view it!

Sadly, not long into this film, I was disappointed. Too many unnecessary liberties were created, while more compelling details were completely omitted. I realize some stories don’t translate well into films, but this one should have, all the elements were there.

Not to mention the pacing was monotonously slow, supposedly to build suspense, but it had the opposite effect. I was constantly struggling not to fall asleep.

Carmilla was portrayed as a lesbian vampire. I have nothing against lesbians. But I didn’t get that vibe from the novella. The only part of Laura that Carmilla lusted for was her blood. Remember Carmilla was a vampire! She required blood to sustain her.

If I was thrown together with someone who had a vat of melted chocolate strapped to them, I would react the same way Carmilla did to the main character Laura. It would be the chocolate I yenned for and not the person. 

In the novella there was no kissing or rolling around the floor as in the movie. And no romping around outdoors as with the characters in the TWIGHT franchise. I enjoyed that movie series although I prefer my vampires evil and blood lusty as their nature dictates.

But this awful so-called horror movie was loosely based on the brilliant and gripping novella. This far less intriguing version felt like a waste of time. If I ever meet Joseph Sheridan Le Fanu in death, I will apologize to him for watching it.

AN EGGLESS EASTER

 

No matter the holiday I always made deviled eggs as a side dish. It was my tradition. However when egg prices started to soar I stopped buying them out of protest and sheer disgust. – And I continue to do so!

And I seriously doubt my HOA (fees have tripled since the pandemic) would appreciate me raising chickens in my yard! It’s the kind of stupid advice only someone in the Trump administration would give. And what happened to “Prices will go down on day one”??? – Just one of a multitude of lies. Why is anyone surprised!

Also this meant giving up omelets & frittatas. As with deviled eggs there’s so many different and delicious ways to make them. A favorite breakfast of mine was to scramble an egg, mix it with pickle or sweet banana pepper juice, microwave for 30 seconds, & then serve on a buttermilk or cinnamon raisin English muffin.

I thought it would be harder to give eggs up, but there’s plenty of other options. In fact, anything you normally eat for lunch or dinner you can also enjoy for breakfast. Leftover slices of pizza are one example. And I love those round peanut butter & honey uncrustable sandwiches from the frozen food section. These are a favorite Saturday morning breakfast.

And there’s always the old standby, boxed cereal. Just stay away from the kiddie stuff. I prefer Great Grains or shredded wheat. I’ve never been a fan of oatmeal or grits! But I love breakfast potatoes! They are delicious in casseroles, patties, baked, or blitzes, etc.

Also there’s toast, rolls, bagels, any type of bread. Maybe it’s because I grew up in South Florida, but I prefer Cuban bread to French or Italian; but all of them are good. Just spread a slice with hummus (there’s a lot of variety) and you have a tasty breakfast.

Back in the 1970’s when I was touring Europe and beyond, many of my trips included a continental breakfast. This consisted of rolls with butter or a selection of jam plus coffee. We could have as many as we wanted.

I recall the Japanese owned and operated hotel I stayed in Paris in 1978. For breakfast we were given not just rolls, but croissants, some stuffed with chocolate along with other breakfast pastries.

And there’s always pancakes or waffles, but I’d limit these (or anything sweet) to once a week.

There exists plenty of options besides eggs!

Always, my breakfast includes unsweetened apple sauce with fresh fruit or frozen that I thaw in the fridge the night before.

But thanks to that bloated orange buffoon in the White House, now it’s back to the drawing board!!!

Unfortunately, the price of EVERYTHING in the supermarket has soared due to these stupid & unnecessary Trump tariffs!!! Soon, eating period will be a luxury.

THE STREAM & THE DREAM

 

As a senior citizen, it seems the more advanced technology, the less reliable, not to mention risky. Every time I turn around someone is trying to hack or scam me. And it’s making me paranoid!

Recently, I ditched cable and started streaming to save money, but instead, it’s costing me a lot! Tech guys want an obscene amount to fix all these problems I’m constantly having.

One issue is that I’m frequently losing my connection despite purchasing a range extender. Sometimes, I can get it back by going to settings & doing a scan. But the last time, I couldn’t, no matter how many times I tried.

Earlier that AM I was on Facebook when suddenly my computer made a loud weird noise & went black as if it had blown a fuse! After a few seconds, it came back. It asked me what I had just plugged in, and started naming devices I don’t own, nor had ever heard of. I did an update and shut down.

I was able to stream on my TV until 10:00 PM when I lost my connection three quarters into a movie I was enjoying. Unable to get it back and in frustration, I gave up and went to bed. I had a difficult time falling asleep. And when I did, I had a vivid dream.

In it, I rose out of bed and walked downstairs into my kitchen. Seated at the table with a cup of tea was my close friend Irene, an elderly British lady who died almost 5 years ago. She seemed so real I never thought once about her being dead as we visited.

From my kitchen I could see down the hall into my office; a strange man was working on my computer. He was using crude instruments such as a hammer, screwdriver, & a crowbar. Occasionally he glanced over and smiled at me.

 “What the heck is he doing?” I asked Irene.

 “Leave him be,” she said.

Then my friend stood and told me she must leave, and I noticed the man was gone.

Later, when I awoke, I decided to unplug the TV since this usually worked when I lost my cable. However, I wanted to check the connection first.

I was horrified upon discovering my nearly brand-new TV now refused to come on. I checked the plug to make sure it was tight & also my computer connection. Both were fine, but still, nothing on my TV!

But I was persistent. Eventually it came on. However I found myself staring at a gray screen. I was ready to scream!

Then I hit the HOME button, miraculously my connection was restored!

I am constantly on the lookout for a reasonably priced tech person. I can’t always rely on the dead for help. They’ve earned their rest.

FOR THE LOVE OF LETTERS

 

I’ll admit I was an oddball as a kid. (In fact, I still am!) I loved writing letters. Writing one was just as much fun as receiving one. Plus, I always chose pretty stationery & stickers.

I was a prolific letter writer right up until the end of the double zero decade. By then most of my pen pals were either dead or lost to time and distance having grown in different directions.

Nowadays we have email & Facebook messenger which are faster, more impersonal, and subject to hacking. I miss those letters in the mail.

I’ll admit some of my pen pals were not as prompt in answering as was I, but most were. Some like my friend Margaret were on and off. But I loved those funny cards she sent filled with long letters and interesting articles or cartoons.

This is how I stayed in touch with my school friends during summer vacation. Back then, cellphones were in the realm of science fiction. And our regular phones had party lines where total strangers could listen in, comment, or order us off.

Here in Florida, during the 1960’s, school let out for summer on the last week of May and resumed the last week of August.

I recall one girl in junior high, an acquaintance with whom I shared a table in art class handed me her address on the last day and said, “Let’s write!”

Surprised, I was thrilled to have another pen pal! Just days after vacation began, I wrote her a 3 page letter. Then I waited, and waited, and I waited.

Finally, in July she answered. Her single page letter contained only a brief few paragraphs I will never forget the first line “I guess I’ll write to you.” -- What??? She was the one who shoved her address in my hand!!!

In this brief letter she asked if I was in contact with another girl named Julie and wanted HER address. None of us were what is referred to as popular girls. Julie and I were also summer pen pals. We had been for several years.

I felt hurt and was insulted! I never replied to this letter. In fact, I tore it up! And I kept a cool distance from this person when school resumed.

I also corresponded with cousins up north along with an aunt. One cousin was always prompt in answering. The others I eventually gave up on expecting any notion of a reply.

My aunt (my mother’s youngest sister) was a colorful, audacious character with quite a history. I always enjoyed her letters when she finally got around to it.

I never knew what I was about to discover in one, what juicy family secrets she was going to reveal that would horrify my parents. And a couple times she even sent me pornography! – And no, she wasn’t senile! Receiving a letter from her was always an adventure. I miss them to this day!

PHANTOM BOOKS

  

Now confess, we all did things that were dishonest in school. Mostly, this was about taking control of our lives at a time when every aspect was controlled by someone else. This confession of mine (one of them, anyway) goes back 50 years or more.  

And it involves book reports. I used to make them up, both written and oral. You've heard of fake news; well, these were fake books!

I thought up plots with made-up authors. This was so easy I'm surprised everyone didn't do it. -- Or maybe they did! But I knew I could never trust friends with my secrets. Kids of all sizes have big mouths.

It's not that I didn't have a love of reading. I was an eager magazine & newspaper reader. My family subscribed to The Saturday Evening Post & Reader’s Digest, and I looked forward to receiving both, as well as The Miami Herald & The Palm Beach Post which I read daily. Rarely was there time for books! Plus a book took up longer to read. Being young I wanted to be free to enjoy other things.

I have a natural talent for plotting and creating characters, along with an endless supply of tales for fiction despite my preference for real life stories. My creative well never runs dry.

Thankfully, the teachers never asked to see any of these books. But if they did, I would have a ready answer! --" My cousin took it back north after her visit." And if they should persist, I would say, "She lent it to a friend who lost it. "Fortunately, I was never forced to do any explaining. The teachers never caught on.

As I grew, I didn’t want my talent and love of dreaming up stories going to waste, so I decided to pursue becoming a novelist. My books are no longer phantoms, but real!  

A BALMY WINTER ON TOPAZ WATERS

 

Every book I write, I try to make as different as possible from the one before to stretch and grow as a writer. Besides, it’s boring to be limited to only one genre.

For many years I’ve been urged to write a romance. The problem is that I hate the romance genre. So, I decided to write one based more on reality.

However, I realize that readers of romance want fantasy instead! If you are one of these, my new novel A BALM WINTER ON TOPAZ WATERS is not for you!

Creative work (like everything else) is subjective. Everyone has different tastes and see life thru their own filter.

I love to play in gray areas with themes that make people uncomfortable. – I could never have written this any other way! Had I written a sweet little romance it wouldn’t have been half as interesting.

For my latest novel, I was largely inspired by a reprehensible attitude I frequently saw displayed on the Jerry Springer Show. We would like to believe when someone is deeply hurt, they become more empathetic, unfortunately that’s not always the case.

In fact, many turn in the opposite direction; believing they are now entitled, given carte blanche to do likewise to others as innocent as they once were. This is true of Ellen Lanfred, the main character in my novel.

My story also is partially inspired by the real-life Linda Evens, John & Bo Derrek love triangle. In the beginning, John did not want to hire the teenage Bo, until Linda persuaded him. Feeling secure in her marriage Linda stayed behind while John went off to Europe to film a movie with the teenager. -- Bo ended up replacing Linda as John’s wife!

Naturally, Linda was devastated and became bitter. And no one would have blamed her if she had remained that way.

But Linda took the high road. She forgave both and maintained an amicable relationship with the couple while moving on to forge a successful career on many fronts.

Linda Evans is to be admired. And if there is heaven above, she deserves to be elevated into the hierarchy. But from what I’ve observed in life, Linda is a precious rarity.

Ellen Lanfred, in my novel, is nothing like her! Basically, Ellen’s a good person, but if there’s a purgatory, she deserves to spend a little time there.

A close and dear friend of mine, never recovered from her husband’s betrayal. This man told her every day he loved her and then abandoned her for another woman. Even after thirty years she constantly brought him up in our everyday conversations. My friend was unable to move past this.

Ellen on the other hand is determined to move forward; however, this involves back-stabbing and stealing the beloved young husband of a much younger woman, one who is struggling to recover from a major trauma. A woman who trusts and considers her a friend. Ellen in her selfishness becomes contemptable.

Many readers will not like her, often I don’t even like her! But at the same time, I realize her actions stem from deep pain rather than malevolence.

I give Ellen the chance to redeem herself. But many readers still will not like her, especially at the end, although some will be applauding.

All my books are available on Amazon & Kindle.

I HEART ME

 

Ah, it’s Valentine’s month again!

Around this time of year, I see weepy letters in the advice columns from needy people crying, along with those on Facebook with boo hoo, boo hoo I'm alone on Valentine's Day! For me, it's WOO HOO! WOO HOO! I'm alone on another holiday. The day is ALL MINE!

I have spent every single Valentine's Day alone and I LOVE Valentine's Day!  It's a holiday and what's not to love about a holiday? Plus, there are chocolates and pretty cards involved! – Friends, relatives, & I exchange cards, and I buy myself candy, only the chocolates I prefer!

Valentine’s Day isn’t just for lovers!

Before the age of thirty I made five trips to Europe, toured Russia & the Ukraine, been to North Africa, also Finland, Guatemala, and the Bahamas, made two trips to Mexico, and also visited Canada at age eight. However, I was forty years old before I went out on my first date.

I recall Valentine's Day was loads of fun back in elementary school. We had class parties with fruit punch & decorated cookies. Everything about it felt special! And everyone in class received a Valentine card from everyone else whether we liked them or not.

More than once, I’ve purchased a heart-shaped cake for myself to celebrate. A friend laughingly suggested I write: I LOVE ME across the top. No need, the sentiment is already there! Hey, I love myself enough for ten people and I'm not ashamed to admit it!

Always on Valentine's Day I prepare a special meal for myself. Last year it was quiche with mushrooms, chives, & Havarti cheese served with a colorful salad. And for dessert I enjoyed the largest juiciest strawberries dipped in both white & dark chocolate, plus coconut-flavored tea all served upon my formal table beneath the chandelier. 

Hey, I’ve had boyfriends and dates since age forty. I was never happy in any of those relationships, I much prefer the company of my female friends. With them, we can have our separate lives and still be close. Men try to glom onto me and attach themselves like a goiter. And before long, I’m sick of them and want them gone.

I would never place my happiness in the hands of another person, that's where it always goes to die.

WARILY DOWN THE STREAM

 

As a senior citizen when I heard the word stream, I automatically thought of a flowing body water where salmon spawn. And as with anything that requires technology I'm among the last to get onboard.

As much as I hate ATT, I loved U-verse. Even the scaled down version was better than the cable I had with Comcast. And believe me I had plenty of issues with them too! Based on my experience one is incompetent and the other crooked. I won't say which is which.

Not being tech savvy, for a long-time streaming was out. My computer is migraine inducing enough.

Perhaps I should start baking again to lure someone's grandkid over here to help me. However that might not work with today's kids. They'd probably demand the gold in my back teeth, except that I don't have any.

My TV was old and starting to go. Since I don’t own a cellphone, this created problems with streaming. I was able to stream only free channels with Chromecast. And this required switching back & forth between 3 remotes!

I kept cable longer than I should because once my U-verse was gone I wouldn’t be able to get it back. – That’s ATT policy!  But then I received my last bill. Their prices don’t merely increase, each time the amount skyrockets! As much as I loved U-verse, I couldn’t afford to keep it any longer.

Unfortunately, switching was going to cost me plenty in order to start saving money.

I needed to purchase a smart TV. However, I had the good fortune of finding one online at Walmart with free shipping. It was 75 inches and cost me half of what I paid for my old 55 inch one. Thankfully, prices do come down over time with some items.

When VCR’s (not DVR’s) came out, they sold for $500 and I was unable to afford one. Fast-forward to the double zero decade. Now they sold for $35 and I owned 2.

Back to the present, my big new TV required a bigger table since my wall is divided. So I purchased the cheapest one for $100. – It arrived unassembled, I needed to hire someone. This dear young man also set up my TV at no extra cost.

Afterward, I paid a tech guy to come and teach me how to stream. There is definitely a learning curve here that I’m still adjusting to!

I only need one remote now, but (UGH) the remote is tiny! – Why is everything today made for elves! My vision is impaired due to posterior vitreous detachment, plus I can only enjoy TV in the dark! And trying to find the right button is always a hit or miss thing!

And due to expense, I must now suffer thru repeat commercials, plus introductions and recaps. -- Some let you skip the latter 2, but most don’t. I can actually feel my brain cells dying!

I miss my DVR, I recorded everything! It was wonderful fast-forwarding thru all that filler! Also what’s with actors today? They don’t speak, they mumble! Often, I had to rewind numerous times, plus raise the sound to decipher what was said. Now I’m left guessing!

If money was no object, I’d still have cable, but unfortunately that’s not the case.

I began streaming early in November. After Christmas, I discovered to my shock I’d been hacked! I didn’t know this was even possible until I googled it. But I knew something screwy was going on. There were too many “Continue Watching” on movies I never watched, along with films not my taste added to My List. -- It sure didn’t take long for the lowlife to find me!

I required the $130 an hour tech who set me up streaming to make an emergency trip before the scammers could upgrade the sites without my knowledge or lock me out altogether, which I learned they can do.

Streaming feels like a risky and backward step to me.

THE BROKEN YEAR

2024 will always go down in my history as the broken one; so many losses, and changes, along with one that was absolutely terrible!

It started early January, less than a week after New Year’s Day and over my birthday weekend. A dental crown (one in the front) came out in my breakfast. And my dentist was still closed for the holidays. He told me to buy Fixodent. I didn’t want to go out in public. I looked and felt like Grany Yokum.

After leaving the drugstore I discovered my car battery had died leaving me stranded in the parking lot. I don’t have a cellphone and never owned one. – Yes, I am one of those. This was the stuff of sitcoms, but in real life, it was NOT one bit funny! – I blogged about this.

Later I accidentally broke my favorite teacup, which was precious to me and irreplaceable. I bought it over 30 years ago from a thrift store. The cup was avocado green and went perfectly with most of my dishes.

Not long after, a wood paddle from my living room fan fell off. Had I been under it, I could have been seriously injured, if not killed. The fan needed replacing, that turned out to be far from simple!

Come Easter, my entire carton of eggs fell to the floor breaking every one! It was my first Easter without deviled eggs.

Then came the notorious internet passcode breach. Along with stress, this cost me a bundle since tech guys don’t come cheap!

Oh, and then I lost my Affordable Connectivity causing my ATT bill to skyrocket!

Next the umbrella I bought in the Galapagos Islands broke. I loved that umbrella! It had ears along with a painted cat face and was the same color as my teacup.

As summer was nearing its end, I knew my old computer would no longer be capable of updating after October. Another thing I was forced to replace! And I replaced my old printer as well. This had been broken for so many years I’d lost count.

Come October, Hurricane Milton now a tropical storm hit. However, the day before a tornado passed thru that was much worse. My neighbor called to inform me she’d received an alert. It was going to hit in 5 minutes and to take cover!

I’ve had plenty of experience with hurricanes but none with tornadoes. And the current ones striking Florida were whoppers! I heard a freight train sound along with near deafening booms!

The tornado tore up a mobile home park just 2 miles away! The following day, pieces of it were all the way over here!

At one point, due to increasing property taxes & obscenely high insurance, I considered selling my house and moving into a mobile home to have more disposable income. – Now I’ve discarded that idea!

Also, I had to discard my cable TV which I enjoyed, due to the now outrageous expense.  Streaming created issues with my old TV set, which was starting to go, anyway. One more thing I had to replace!

And WORST of all were the election results in November!!! Are the citizens of this country idiots or just fools? We’ve installed a dictator as president!!! Will the public eventually wise up and rise up, I’m not optimistic about this.

I am beyond disgusted as well as depressed.

I won’t even delve into all the health issues I’ve been experiencing. At my advanced age, every year I’m dealing with new ones adding to all my previous ailments.

I had decided no Christmas tree for 2024, I was in no mood to celebrate. Then, I realized that at my age, this might be my last Christmas without Trump as president. I refused to allow Trump to take this Christmas away from me! I erected a tree and celebrated my 2024 holiday to the hilt!