THE EMPRESS ON CHRISTMAS

 

Her name was never mentioned in any history class of mine. I was well into my 30’s when I discovered this extraordinary woman, Elisabeth of Bavaria, Empress of Austria and Queen of Hungary.

I made certain to read everything I could about her. She became a favorite historical figure. This sovereign remains well known and revered in Europe but is mostly unknown here. In her time, she was known mostly by her nickname Sisi (pronounced Cee cee).

Elisabeth’s older sister was the one slated to marry the young Emperor Franz Joseph of Austria. This was considered a done deal by their parents. But once Franz (a notorious horn dog) set eyes upon the beautiful 16-year-old teenager he defied even his controlling manipulative mother and married Sisi instead.

And this woman truly was the mother-in-law from hell with no concept of boundaries when it came to their marriage. She considered Elisabeth a silly young bride due to her quirkiness, often calling her unworthy and worthless.

Even after the birth of her two daughters, Elisabeth was unable to feel secure in her position. Her mother-in-law made it clear Elisabeth could be replaced and discarded due to the lack of a male heir. Fortunately, her next child was a son.

A few years back, TCM featured a European made 1950’s movie & sequel about the life of Elisabeth of Bavaria. I didn’t mind the captions/subtitles one bit. I recorded both and watched them on Christmas Day. It felt like a Christmas gift to myself. I enjoyed both although they played out like Disney films.

Recently PBS Passport ran a scripted series based on Elisabeth’s life, also with captions/subtitles. This one was more adult and interesting.

And early in this Christmas season I watched another more recent European movie about Elisabeth. -- Whether in Hollywood or Europe, lots of creative licenses were taken and facts distorted.

I’ve often wondered if these famous people from history are watching from another dimension and thinking: This is so embarrassing if I wasn’t already dead, I’d die! -- Or perhaps they’d be flattered to still be remembered.

For some reason, historical figures have always seemed more real to me than Hollywood celebrities, with a few exceptions.

In many ways, Empress Elisabeth compares to Princess Diana. Both were taller than average and independent spirits who didn’t care for royal protocol. Both were vain and style conscious. Elisabeth in her youth was considered the most beautiful woman in Europe.

Also, both were noted for their kindness and generosity, treating everyone as equals. They were heavily into more than just token charity work. Both actively used their positions to create a better world.

When traveling with their regal husbands both women easily upstaged and outshone them! Later they become estranged from their husbands, and free to enjoy separate lives.

As with Princess Di, the Empress suffered the paparazzi, gossip, and unwanted publicity leading to her death. We already know the details of Diana’s demise.

In Elisabeth’s case, she happened to be visiting Geneva, Switzerland traveling incognito. This was leaked to a newspaper along with the name of her hotel. An anarchist hellbent on assassinating a sovereign got wind of this and stalked her.

The Empress was stabbed in the heart with a sharpened file, murdered at age 60.

You can have Liz Taylor and her movies, marriages, & affairs. To me, Elisabeth of Bavaria is a far more intriguing personality.

THE ENEMY WITHIN

 

I am left with a deep sense of sadness, depression, and anger toward my fellow Americans by the electrician results. Apparently, these fools have learned nothing from history, nor have they been paying attention.

The orange pig and first whore will again be occupying the White House!

January 6 should have been the end of Trump. This traitorous scum tried to overthrow our government! Plus, he is a convicted felon and a skilled con man.

Yes, there is an enemy within, and this person will be our next president! The man who admires dictators.

Trump had only a concept of a plan! He was out fundraised, out spent, and out volunteered. Something stinks here! And I mean besides this big orange blob of human excrement. Kamala was ahead in the polls. And this time around I didn’t see the waves of Trump flags in my neighborhood or elsewhere, nor did any of his supporters come knocking on my door as before.

Did Trump actually win? Or could he have cheated with the help of his fellow MAGATs along with Russia? Cheating and lying are as natural as breathing to Trump! -- This calls for further investigation!!!

I don’t foresee a Golden Age for America, but a coming Dark Age. All of those in Trump’s inner circle ooze slime same as him. Plus, only loyalty matters to Trump. He has no use for anyone more knowledgeable than he is, and this man is unhinged.

V.P. Vance is a loathsome opportunist just as the rest of those sycophants licking Traitor Trump’s ugly ass.

His crony, and other grown-up affluenza brat Elon Musk, has warned us to brace for coming hardships, but according to him, these will only be temporary. – I wouldn’t bet on that! Keeping the citizenry poor and ignorant is a proven way to control them. No wonder Trump says he loves stupid people, they gave him back the White House.

Biden and Harris have stated we should accept the election results. I say, why should we? – They didn’t!!! Both seem to be forgetting who we are dealing with here and what is at stake. – And I’m a registered Republican.

Don’t roll over and accept this! Speak out and become a sword in their side every step of the way!

Joe Biden was handed a gift! He should be cranking out Executive Orders from now until 1-20-25!

And remember, dictatorships can be overthrown, same as democracies.

CAT-SITTING LITTLE BITEY

 

First and foremost, I’m an animal lover. If I ran the world I’d give them the right to vote.

Animals all have individual personalities, proclivities, and levels of intelligence just as people. And I feel that if a person can afford it, they should own a cat and a dog, to give both a home.

This was my second cat-sitting job. The first, was back in the 1990’s during the Democratic convention when Bill Clinton was nominated. The cat, Tinky-Poo was an older one, who lived across the street. Her family paid me $100 to stay in their home while they were away to keep Tinky company.

I was given the choice of bedrooms, I chose the one with the waterbed since I’d never slept on one before and I wanted the experience. Often, I’d wake up to find Tinky in bed with me. I was told later she’d never jumped on that bed before.

When the couple returned, Tinky came to me and ignored them. I loved that cat; she was a sweetheart!

Fast-forward to 2024, now I was Molly’s cat-sitter. Earnest Hemingway famously stated that cats should be given names with a dominant S sound. But it seems I’m the only one who has ever taken this great man’s advice.

Molly is only ten months old and lives right next door. I was given full access to the house including their pool & movie channels; creature comforts I don’t have and can’t afford. Now for a week they were mine to enjoy!

Besides feeding and cleaning the litter box, interaction is an important part of the job, along with keeping the cat happy.

Molly was feisty and a biter!  Every time I’d pet her, she’d grab my arm and start biting it along with my hand! I ended up with bloody punctures in both. In fact, my neighbor showed me the medicine cabinet where I could find iodine & bandages in the event Molly got carried away.

My nickname for Molly was The Brat Cat!

I recall in the past our neighbor Trudi went to the Emergency Room when my Tasha drew blood on her. However, this was the neighbor’s fault! Apparently, she didn’t know that you never touch a cat’s belly, it’s a forbidden zone!

And I myself was injured worse by a neighbor’s cat a few years before that. I was walking home late one afternoon from my job in town when a white & orange cat emerged from a house. Meowing, it ran out to the street to greet me, rubbing up against my legs. I stooped and began petting it. The cat was purring.

Suddenly without warning, it bit me hard in the ankle! I screamed and then it clawed me in the calve! I walked the rest of the way home with a bloody ankle & calve.

Reaching home, I cleaned the wound and treated it with mercurochrome. – No Emergency Room necessary! The hospital was just a block away too! My wound healed just fine without a doctor.

The next day, that same creature came running out to greet me. This time, I hollered, “You stay away from me!” and quickened my pace.

During my recent cat-sitting job I was on medication for a swollen foot & ankle. My left heel felt as if hot, broken glass was under the skin. As I napped in their recliner this foot was hanging over, suddenly I was awakened by sharp teeth sinking into that heel!

I told Molly “How would you like it if I bit you? My mouth is bigger and I could take that ear off with one bite!” She looked at me as if to say, Who do you think you are, telling ME what to do!

However, Molly had her affectionate side, or perhaps she was using me as furniture, but sometimes she’d sleep atop me in the recliner. Also, she’d sit on my lap and we’d watch movies together.

Usually, she was within sight. When she wasn’t, I worried and went looking for her. All of a sudden she’d spring out of nowhere and grab the back of my leg and biting it!

She reminded me of a teething puppy. Molly also drank out of the toilet just like a dog, only she’d balance on the seat to do it. -- And she had fresh bowls of water stationed in almost every room!

When I arrived, or left, she was always right by the door. Since Molly is an indoor cat, I fretted about her getting out. – I had a dog that if the door was open a crack would seize this opportunity! And once out was hard to catch!

But I have pleasant memories from this job.

Although I must admit after my expensive ordeal with skin cancer, a pool held less appeal for me. However, I got around this issue. I’m an early riser, so at 5:00 AM, before breakfast, I sometimes took a swim. Since the pool area was landscaped for privacy (and beautifully so) there was no need for a swimsuit.

It was still dark at that hour, and I enjoyed swimming & floating on my back gazing up at the stars. It’s a wonderful memory I will always treasure.

What was supposed to be my last day came news that a major hurricane was on track to hit us. Because of this, the owner’s flight was cancelled, they experienced an ordeal returning!

The next day this would have been impossible until after the hurricane; meaning bitey & me would have been weathering the storm together. Thankfully this wasn’t the case.

ASHES TO DUST

 

You know you’re old when you start receiving invitations to cremation/funeral luncheons. The lunches are free, but you must sit thru a long sales pitch first.

I attended one around Halloween of last year along with my friend Sue. I wore what could have passed for a witch’s costume had I included my big black hat with the feathers. But I left that at home.

The following summer there was another one at the same place -- but for first time attendees only! And restaurants have become so expensive eating out is a rarity now.

I signed Sue & me up and crossed my fingers. I told Sue if they turned us away, we’d just drive to the Asian buffet up the street. I asked Sue if she remembered what she wore and to dramatically change her look.

This would be easy for me! I have wigs in a variety of colors, although it was summer and this is Florida. So instead of a wig I had my then tit-length hair cut really short. Also I wore bright colors this time.

Fortunately, we had a different speaker which was a big relief!

The previous speaker kept mentioning he was a retired male model. I thought he was joking! But he was serious. He sure didn't look like model material to me!

Both times we sat thru a 90 minute speech before lunch was served. Thank goodness there was no question & answer session as with the Neptune Society years before or it would have been 2 hours before any food.

The speeches consisted of much tugging at the heart strings. Stressing that this matter needed to be taken care of immediately or your grieving loved ones would be soaked by some cagey undertaker. Plus, we had to purchase this service right now since the price would be going up tomorrow! – That’s always a big red flag to me!

The cost was already in the thousands! And if you have a pacemaker or any other metal object it must be removed (at cost to you) because those cause the cremation ovens to explode. And there's another exorbitant cost for disposal of medical waste.

Later I mentioned this to a friend who is knowledgeable about cremations. She said the guy was full of it and laughed at the exploding ovens since corpses aren't microwaved! Any metal objects are removed from the ashes and discarded without issue. Also you can have a cremation done today for $350.

At the luncheon last summer, we were told that by purchasing the premium package they would not only remove the body but also launder your sheets, make the bed and place a rose on the pillow.

I will probably be a rotting corpse fused to my recliner. The only time my neighbors know I'm alive is when HOA fees are collected and those have tripled since the pandemic.

My father was cremated for $100 the same amount as my 18 year old dog a year later. The company that cremated my dog sent me a sympathy card. The one that cremated my dad did not. However I realize these were 2001 and 2002 prices.

I plan to have my ashes sent to my longtime friend Rose. She can make them into a piece of jewelry or turn me into a paperweight, whatever. Or she can scatter them in Timbuktu or Uganda as long as it's someplace I've never been, since I enjoy traveling to new places.

I've already made it clear to my financial adviser that when my time comes, I want it done as quickly and inexpensively as possible. I don't need a monument to myself in some cemetery.

I just hope that when I go, I'll have someone lined-up to remove me from Facebook. I don't want to be resurrected by a hacker as was a close friend of mine.

UGH!!! NOOOOOO!!!

 

A monster hurricane suddenly formed in the Gulf and was heading straight toward us with only days’ notice.

Two weeks before I’d had a particularly hectic day, so a childhood favorite seemed perfect for supper that night. I picked up a can of Campbell’s Tomato Brisque. Along with it I made a toasted cheese sandwich and prepared a salad.

With my first spoonful of soup all I could taste was SALT!!! It was as if someone poured an entire shaker in! It tasted downright gaggy! In retrospect, I should have poured it down the sink. But I was hungry, plus I have an aversion to wasting food.

Perhaps it’s just coincidence or maybe a pre-existing condition was aggravated, but the next day I noticed my right foot & ankle was swollen and my left one was tingling up into the calve.

I had one Frankenstein foot. And worse, this wasn’t going away! Plus the heel of my right foot felt as if it had hot broken glass under the skin.

How could I ever wear shoes? The right one would never fit! And if I struggled to force it, I’d be limping in agony!

This brought back vivid memories.

During my trip to Ecuador, I endured TWO Frankenstein feet up in the Andes. Those flat-heeled walking shoes I bought that were perfect for a day at the mall were murder to my feet on those cobble stone streets.

Over in the Galapagos Islands I purchased an oversized pair of flip-flops that allowed me to explore with more comfort. I ended up wearing these on the plane ride home. And I felt self-conscious about it.

Later on my trip to Thailand, I was horrified when my feet & ankles swelled on the plane before even landing in Bangkok. And this time I’d purchased better walking shoes, too! The sides of these shoes were bulging just like in Ecuador. I was in torturous pain!

Half-way thru my tour of Thailand, both my calves swelled as well. I could no longer recognize my own legs in the mirror!

Once on the plane I went barefoot until it landed. This was back in 2016.

Fast-forward to October 2024. A doctor put me on medication and I was forbidden to eat anything from a can, bag, or box for 5 days. Plus, I had to drink so much water I felt waterlogged. Half that time I was cat-sitting. The medication made me tired and loopy. I was thankful to get off it.

The last day of my cat-sitting stint the hurricane was all over the news warning everyone here on the Treasure Coast to prepare. This was a backdoor one and I wasn’t sure if it was going to land as a full-fledged hurricane or a nasty tropical storm.

FPL sent emails stating to expect a prolonged outage. That meant I’d be living on canned food which was forbidden to me just the week before. And the thought of throwing away all that expensive food in my fridge & freezer made me ill, so I started eating frozen dinners for breakfast and dinner.

My right foot & ankle began swelling again.

The afternoon before the hurricane was wild! Record tornadoes were striking all over South Florida! These were not Florida tornadoes, but giant ones like in Kansas that took Dorothy to Oz!

The one that came thru here was worse than the hurricane! I’ve had plenty of experience with hurricanes, but none with tornadoes!

It was followed by torrential rain. The street in front of my house became a canal. By 8:00 AM the following day the hurricane had passed and thankfully I still had electricity.

Every yard in my neighborhood looked like a disaster area. But it could have been much worse, I am so grateful it wasn’t. I can live with a swollen foot & ankle.

DEMENTIA & PRESIDENTS, OTHERS TOO

 

If Joe Biden has dementia/Alzheimer’s and I’m not saying he has, he wouldn’t be the first President. Republican Ronald Reagan had this mental disorder for fact!

I vividly recall his pathetic and cringe worthy performance in a debate right before his second term. Yet, people voted for him anyway! And it was said his entire second term Nancy Reagan was the actual President of the United States.

Based solely on my observation along with his history, Donald Trump has multiple mental disorders, and dementia may very well be one of them. This man should be nowhere near the White House!

Dementia/Alzheimer’s is not something that happens overnight, it’s a gradual process. There are lucid days when the person seems perfectly normal. These days become fewer and rarer as time passes.

I lost my two best friends in the world to this. It happened around the end of the double zero decade. And in 2022, two of my three remaining cousins died from it as well.

Long before that, my stepmother also had this mental disorder. And worse, my father was in denial and constantly made excuses for her!

My father had many good qualities, one of his worst was that he didn’t like dealing with problems. Therefore, nothing was ever a problem. He seemed to feel they’d disappear if he just ignored them.

However, this was rarely the case!

He was forced to wake up when she put a metal pan in the microwave. Her behavior was constantly becoming more bizarre.

I told him something needed to be done! He insisted it was up to her doctor! I pointed out her doctor didn’t live with her and was clueless.

So, Dad contacted her sister for help. The sister stated my father was her husband and she threw the problem back in his lap!

Step-mommy moved out and got a condo claiming I was the villain in all this!

Before long, her condo neighbors were complaining of her odd behavior. Eventually she was arrested for standing topless on her balcony. She stood before oncoming traffic as well as other condos. And she was stinking drunk, too.

Stepmom was sent to the hospital for observation, and then to another for diagnosis and treatment, and later to a home. The first, she was thrown out due to damages she caused, plus frightening other patients. The second one, she climbed a wall and escaped, but didn’t know where to go.

But thankfully, by this time, she’d been permanently removed from our lives!

SUMMER'S END

 

If happiness had a fragrance it would smell like popcorn. All the fun places sell it! Just a vague scent lifts the spirit bringing back wonderful memories of summers past.

For me, this summer has been busy, stressful, and costly! In this winter of my years, I prefer my summers uneventful, indoors and with air-conditioning.

An evening with popcorn plus a riveting movie feels like heaven to me. Unfortunately, this was far and few between over the summer, especially the latter.

I’m ready to OD on crime and court shows! Since I wasn’t into the Olympics that’s about all I found interesting that wasn’t a re-run.

However, during the day, I worked on my new novel. All of them would make entertaining movies, far more than many I’ve seen! And creating these gets my juices flowing, excites me and gives me something to look forward to.

And like movies, they take my mind off the fact I’m old, poor, and my health is declining.

Not to mention a crematorium is getting closer with every tick of the clock! I just hope I’m one hundred per cent dead when I’m thrown in the oven. – I’ve read of corpses coming back to life on the embalming table.

And corpses are not embalmed for cremation.

Perhaps I should state in my will that I want an icepick to the brain beforehand. And the morticians to throw popcorn into the oven along with me. That way at least I can enjoy the aroma while my life is flashing before me, or while I’m going into the light.

I’ve read that corpses of older people burn-up quicker than the young, and women faster than men.

There are days I feel as if I died tomorrow it would be a blessing. Life has just become way too complicated and expensive!

However, there’s the issue of an afterlife. – I don’t want one! I hope this is the end, period. The last thing I want is to be reunited with my dead relatives. And I tend to believe something happens to us after death. I’ve experienced ghosts and other weird phenomena I’ve only touched on in my blog.

Also, I believe in reincarnation since I’ve seen flashes of previous lives under autohypnosis. But I’m hoping these were just brain glitches. I don’t want another go-round on this planet.

Summer may be ending soon, but hurricane season is not! In fact, it’s ramping up! Due to climate change it lasts thru November now.

Plus, there’s the upcoming election! Right now, all I want is for hurricane season to be over and Donald Trump gone!