Amidst a family made up largely of Republicans, I am one of the few Democrats. You can imagine how surprised my cousin Tim was when I asked if I could go with him and his family to the Trump rally in Roanoke yesterday.
Three of my good friends are also Republicans. When I told them I was going, they were equally surprised.
Why would I go to a political rally for a candidate I don’t support?
- Fair and balanced reporting, and all that.
I’ve joked for month’s that I can’t listen to anything Trump says because his hair is too distracting. The fact is, I’d never listened to an entire speech of his. Since there are people I respect who support Trump, I thought this would be a good learning experience.
- I like having an open mind…
…as long as my brain doesn’t fall out.
- I figured my cousin and his family would protect me.
I find crowds of any type frightening. My theory is the IQ of the people in a crowd decreases exponentially as the size of the group increases. I feel particularly unsettled in large groups where the attendees avidly support a particular cause. My mental film projector always shows me images from the old Hitler rally newsreels, like these.
- It was free.
“As long as you’re going to be there….”
My friend Jenniffer asked me to get her a Trump button.
I got three – two for her, and another for another friend. (Hey, there were three for $5.00. What can I say?)
She also told me that I had to take a “duck lip selfie”. I asked her what that was. She sent me a sample. I said, “No way!”
But then Ryan said I should. How could I disappoint a 15-year-old boy who actually reads my blog?
So I went. And I learned stuff.
I was asked by several people what my “take-aways” were and if what I heard influenced my perception of Donald Trump. In no particular order:
I learned that all rallies, whether for political candidates, sports teams, or companies – are the same.
- Someone says a prayer that implies that the people on their side are more Christian (we are in the Bible Belt) than the people on the other side. (Frankly, I hope that the Universe thinks this is as ridiculous as I do.)
- There are two many speakers at the beginning. At least one of them will have a tremendously annoying voice.
- Everyone exaggerates their abilities.
- Everyone exaggerates the faults of their opponent.
- Steps three and four are repeated until the crowd is cheering as loudly as possible.
I decided that I’d rather go to a political rally than to a college football game.
Rallies are shorter, there’s less traffic, and it’s easier to find parking.
Don’t take anything to a presidential rally that you don’t want the Secret Service going through.
In addition to the obvious – guns, knives, “professional” cameras, and pepper spray – this includes cups or bottles with lids, straws, and e-cigs.
The Secret Service guys are hot.
They play good music.
I love Lee Greenwood’s song, “God Bless the U.S.A.”, which was played when Trump entered. They also played, “You Can’t Always Get What You Want.” I like the song, but I had to wonder if that was the message the promoters really wanted to send.
Donald Trump is a better speaker than I thought he would be.
And he’s much better than the forty-leven people that spoke before he got there.
I am now 0.001% more likely to vote for Donald Trump than I was before I went to the rally. My pre-rally score was 0.000%.
My video of Trump entering is below. If you turn up the volume, you can almost hear the Lee Greenwood song. (We were in the nosebleed section.)
You can see a professional video of the entire rally here.
After the rally we went to Mission Barbecue. I have to say that I’m glad I went, and I enjoyed getting to spend time with my family. Watch out for my youngest cousin, though. His sense of humor is at least as quirky as mine 😉
Category: Welcome to My Life
Many people include signature files at the end of their emails. My favorites are the ones with interesting quotes.
Since I use my primary email address for business, I keep my sig file for that account strictly business. But if I could add a more interesting sig file, one (or choices of several) that reflected my philosophy of life, these are my top choices…so far.
My sig file philosophy of life.
– Janeson Keeley
“A loving heart is the truest wisdom.”
– Charles Dickens
Do not meddle in the affairs of dragons, for you are crunchy and good with ketchup.
Where am I going, and what am I doing in this handbasket?
“Thousands of years ago, cats were worshiped as gods. Cats have never forgotten this.”
Veni. Vidi. VISA. I came. I saw. I shopped.
As Eeyore would say, “It’s Just The Sort Of Thing That Would Happen.”
Category: Welcome to My Brain
“Though no one can go back and make a brand new start, anyone can start from now and make a brand new ending.”
– Carl Bard
“If you’re going through hell, keep going.”
– Winston Churchill
“Sometimes, it is not good enough to do your best; you have to do what is required.”
– Winston Churchill
What I aspire to.
“Mankind was my business. The common welfare was my business. Charity, mercy, forbearance, and benevolence were all my business. The dealings of my trade were but a drop of water in the comprehensive ocean of my business.”
– Marley’s Ghost to Ebenezer Scrooge
in A Christmas Carol, by Charles Dickens
“My hope is that one day I’ll learn how to deal with my feelings without expecting anyone I don’t have to pay to help me. My fondest wish is that one day my childhood traumas will be healed, or at least quiescent, and I won’t have to worry about them popping up like an evil jack-in-the-box, triggered by nothing but a jiggle of the handle.”
On knowing ourselves.
“None of us really changes over time. We only become more fully what we are.”
– Anne Rice
“Knowing your own darkness is the best method for dealing with the darknesses of other people.”
– Carl Jung
On the absurdity of life.
“Because there is joy in embracing – rather than running screaming from – the utter absurdity of life.”
– Jenny Lawson, The Bloggess in
Let’s Pretend This Never Happened (A Mostly True Memoir)
“I decided it is better to scream. Silence is the real crime against humanity.”
– Nadezhda Mandelstam, Hope Against Hope
“It is sometimes an appropriate response to reality to go insane.”
– Philip K. Dick, VALIS
“Eventually, all things merge into one, and a river runs through it.”
– Norman Maclean
“Say not goodnight, but in some brighter place bid me good morning.”
Warren Zevon did an interview on The Late Show with David Letterman following Zevon’s having been diagnosed with terminal lung cancer. Letterman asked Zevon if there was anything he understood now, facing his own mortality, that he didn’t before. Zevon replied:
“Just how much you’re supposed to enjoy every sandwich.”
– Warren Zevon, January 24, 1947 – September 7, 2003
Just for fun.
“Hang on tight! We’re going around the learning curve!”
– Buffy Lyon
“I’m glad you like adverbs — I adore them; they are the only qualifications I really much respect.”
– Henry James
Category: Welcome to My Brain
I’ve been frustrated no end at the weather this summer. Yes, it can be too hot to kayak. And too humid. And it can certainly be too rainy.
You know how kayaks hate to get wet 😉
I usually wait until the afternoon or evening before I think about going out to the cove, especially on weekdays. But this morning I woke up early, and the weather was nice. No doubt about it; Zippy and I had to take ‘Yak out for some exercise.
We arrived at Carvins Cove about 9 AM. I unloaded ‘Yak at the launch and parked Zippy. Then ‘Yak and I headed out.
Instead of our usual run up to the dam, around the islands, and back to the dock. we went the opposite way to the far end of the cove.
We “docked” about an hour and a half after we launched, both happy and refreshed and just a little tired.
After I fetched Zippy and loaded ‘Yak into the trunk, we headed home with a brief stop at McDonald’s for a vanilla cone.
I haven’t yet mastered the art of taking photos of myself – particularly from a distance – but I think you can see from these pix that (a) it was a lovely day, and (b) ‘Yak looked much happier after his outing.
I did, too. And I got lots of work done this afternoon.
Some days it pays to clear the mind first thing instead of waiting until the end of the day.
Category: The Great Outdoors
If you’ve visited my blog before or are friends with me on Facebook, you’ve probably noticed that I like my car. A lot.
His name is Zippy, and he’s a 2008 Saturn ASTRA XR. He was made in Antwerp, Belgium, and came to live with me in Roanoke via the port in Newark, New Jersey on May 26, 2008.
Zippy’s service requirements have been few, his maintenance requirements easily met, and he carries my ‘yak, groceries, and anything else I can wedge into him without complaint. He’s the best car I’ve ever had.
Zippy is what the insurance industry calls a “low mileage” car. It took 2,999 days – from May 26, 2008 to August 10, 2016 – for him to cover 50,000 miles. He was so happy that I remembered to take a picture of it, he grinned from headlight to headlight.
At this rate, 16.67 miles per day, he’ll get his 100,000 chip on October 25, 2024.
We’re both looking forward to it.
Category: Welcome to My Life
In one of my favorite Facebook groups, You know your grew up in Roanoke when…, a member recently posted a question:
“So where were you? How old were you? How did you feel when the water took over? #FLOODOF85”
If you weren’t in Roanoke the first week of November in 1985, think of the recent flooding in Greenbrier County, West Virginia. It was like that. The Roanoke River – yes, the one I so often walk beside and take pictures of – reached its highest crest ever. They called it a “100-year flood.”
Lives, homes, and treasured memories were lost. Businesses suffered crippling setbacks, and hundreds of cars met their watery demise.
Everyone who was here then has a flood story – sort of like, “Where were you when Kennedy was shot?” or “What were you doing when you heard about the attack on 9/11?” Here’s mine.
I was 25 and a special education teacher at Salem High School. The entrance road to the school is Spartan Drive, which intersects Main Street in Salem where it runs parallel to the Roanoke River. At one point the water at that intersection was three feet deep. We were trapped there until the water subsided – about two hours after the official end of the school day.
While I was waiting to leave, I called my husband to find out how he was. He asked me to pick him up at his office as soon as I could get there safely.
He’d gone out at lunch and tried to drive through the water puddled at the intersection of Franklin Road and Wonju Street. At the lowest part of the intersection, his had car died. He and some coworkers pushed it out of the intersection, but it wasn’t going anywhere else without a tow truck.
Once I was able to leave the high school, I headed toward his office across town on Franklin Road. This involved driving over the bridge on Apperson Drive at Riverjack. I don’t know a “riverjack” is, but when I got there it was a low, two-lane bridge with two feet of river water rushing across it.
I decided that as long as the car ahead of me could make it, I could, too. My car was a Toyota MR2 with very low ground clearance. The “car” ahead of me was a quarter-ton pickup truck. Only in my 25 year old mind could that have been a valid comparison, but both the truck and my car made it through.
After several flood-induced detours, my car and I arrived at my husband’s office. The 20 minute drive had taken close to an hour.
The Importance of Good Engineering.
It wasn’t until we were on our way home that Buffy told me why his car had died. Apparently the air intake on his car was inconveniently located at the bottom of the engine. When he tried to drive through the intersection, it sucked water instead of air into the engine, which bent all the engine’s connecting rods. It was well and truly drowned.
I thought back to my drive across the flooded bridge. The water there had been higher and flowing crosswise faster than what had drowned his car, and the bottom of my car was at least as low as his. It hadn’t occurred to me to wonder where my MR2’s air intake was.
I was thankful for a lot of things that day, but I was especially grateful that the intake on my car was above flood level, and that Toyota’s design engineers understood the importance of air intake placement better than Honda’s did.
Buffy and I took a walk on Monday evening. The water level in the Roanoke River was pretty lower then.
When we walked yesterday, it was…uh…quite a bit higher. And there were some pretty flora and fauna, too.
Click on a image to see a larger version in a new window.
Category: The Great Outdoors
The weather yesterday, having finally changed to “summer” from “hell,” inspired me to take my ‘yak out for an afternoon paddle on Carvins Cove and a late evening walk around the neighborhood.
The paddling cleared my head. The walk presented me with some cool photo ops. And mosquitos. Lots of mosquitos.
In lieu of posting the selfie that I didn’t take of me trying to excavate a mosquito from my nose, here’s a tour of my neighborhood on a less-than-sweltering July evening.
Category: The Great Outdoors
Summer thunderstorms aren’t conducive to kayaking – unless I want to wait until the water in the street gets deep enough 🙂
But at least ‘Yak and Zippy are getting baths!
A friend of mine suggested that this might be a good nap opportunity….zzzzZZZZZ
Category: The Great Outdoors
I love my duplex, and I have the best landlord in the natural world. But, like most landlords, he doesn’t like to install things that tend to break. In my case, that would include a built-in sink sprayer with a hose.
I can’t blame him for not installing one. In my experience, the hoses tend to get twisted or kinked, and the the sprayers often get clogged with lime buildup. Lime build-up is as common as tree pollen in my part of Virginia.
The thing is, I like to rinse my sink after I use it, and a plain old faucet just doesn’t do the job. For the first eight months I lived here, I rinsed the sink by pouring water into it from a dish pan, channeling the water from the faucet around the sink with my hands, and/or wiping it out with a wet dish rag. None of those techniques were very effective.
Low-grade annoyance like that wears on me.
Looking for a solution.
Finally I decided to see what I could find that might solve my problem. I searched on Amazon and found the Siroflex Deluxe Amazing Acrobatic Sprayer. It had a 4-1/2 star rating, helpful reviews, and the price was right – $11.40 with Prime shipping – so I ordered it.
It arrived in just a couple of days – as things I order from Amazon usually do. I was ready to install it, but I found that the aerator screwed to the faucet was screwed in tighter than I could unscrew with the tools I had on hand.
I asked my friendly ex to help. He easily unscrewed the aerator with a curved pipe wrench wrapped in thick electrical tape (to avoid scratching the aerator). Now I could install the sprayer!
The instructions are clear if you read them carefully. I don’t read instructions so much as scan them, so I put the washer included in the kit for inside-threaded faucets on top of the adapter and screwed them in together. It wouldn’t switch between spray and stream. Drat!
But my ex figured out that if I followed the directions and inserted the washer before screwing in the inside threaded faucet adapter, everything worked fine.
It swivels in two places, meaning that whether I’m using spray or stream I can reach all the corners of both sides of my kitchen sink. It switches between spray and stream by moving the black head up or down, which (if you install it according to the directions) you can do with one hand easily. It doesn’t leak at all, and I can’t randomly spray the wall if I get distracted. (It happens. What can I say?)
I now have both an aerated stream of water and a sprayer, and I can rotate the acrobatic nozzle (love that description!) around to rinse out the whole sink. Yay!
My ex said the sprayer was easier to use and worked better than the built-in hose sprayer he recently installed in his kitchen. He’s considering ordering one for his kitchen sink and just not using the sprayer he installed.
It’s a little difficult to video with one hand and spray with the other, but since the Siroflex head doesn’t require much effort to rotate or change modes, I made a video demonstrating my sink rinsing ritual:
Being able to rinse out the sink the way I want to eliminates that little bit of irritation I used to feel every time I rinsed out my sink the old way. Sometimes making a small change can make a big difference. This was one of those times.
I highly recommend the Siroflex Deluxe Amazing Acrobatic Sprayer for its quality construction, ease of installation, helpful instructions (if you read them!), and most of all because it works better than I could have hoped.
Disclaimer: I purchased this item myself. This review is unsolicited and is only my opinion based on my experience. I can’t promise that you’ll enjoy the same results.
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