At the Moment

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DUDE – it’s freaking cold!

We’re on day seven of 13 running days of below freezing temperatures. Our HIGHS are below freezing. The HIGH tomorrow is five degrees, the HIGH on Monday is six degrees. Our heater has been running nonstop. All I can think about is the dial on the gauge thingie outside our house just spinning out-of-control and dollar signs floating away and out of reach.

Gah.

I like cold weather but NOPE. This is too cold and it’s lasting too long.

To be fair, we haven’t had cold weather like this in … a long time. Our winters have been pretty mild the past few years so we’re honestly due for a rough winter. It looks like this might be it. We’re supposed to get 4 to 8 inches of snow starting tomorrow and into Monday, then another chance for snow on Wednesday – however – temps are expected to get above freezing by next weekend so hopefully, it will all melt away and we’ll have survived the “long, hard winter.”

All I need is a tight sweater, a green screen and a clicker to complete my weather woman persona.

We had freezing rain these past few days – I would rather have snow, thank you very much. And people were talking  on Friday about being worried making it into work on Monday, if it does what it says it’s going to do. And that’s the thing, Missouri is a finicky wench. Our poor weather people (I’ll be politically correct – this time) nearly always get it wrong, but it’s not their fault, we live in a triangular weather pattern, our weather literally changes with each new wind. So who knows if it even snows. We’ll know when we look out the window, I suppose. If it’s bad enough, Kevin will take me to work, he has an F250 diesel truck and that thing gets around in pretty much anything. I drive a Buick Encore, which is a mini SUV and though it’s high off the ground, the keyword is “mini.” I’m sure I can get around but I would get around better if Kevin took me. 🙂

People are talking about global warming, or cooling, or climate change, or whatever the buzzword is this week, but I looked it up. This cold snap is nothing new to our area.

This is a table of cold temperatures in my city going back to 1902.

Min °F Date Min °C
4 January 15, 2009 -16
3 December 22, 2008 -16
3 February 04, 2007 -16
5 December 08, 2006 -15
4 December 09, 2005 -16
3 January 06, 2004 -16
-7 January 17, 2003 -22
-2 March 04, 2002 -19
-6 January 02, 2001 -21
-10 December 22, 2000 -23
1 January 04, 1999 -17
4 December 22, 1998 -16
-10 January 12, 1997 -23
-8 February 04, 1996 -22
-5 December 10, 1995 -21
3 January 19, 1994 + -16
-6 February 18, 1993 -21
4 January 15, 1992 -16
7 November 08, 1991 -14
0 December 24, 1990 + -18
-16 December 23, 1989 -27
-7 January 08, 1988 -22
8 January 21, 1987 + -13
2 February 11, 1986 + -17
-13 January 20, 1985 -25
-13 January 19, 1984 -25
-10 December 30, 1983 + -23
-11 January 10, 1982 -24
-9 February 11, 1981 -23
-4 February 12, 1980 -20
-17 February 09, 1979 -27
-12 January 17, 1978 -24
-11 January 16, 1977 -24
-6 December 31, 1976 -21
3 February 09, 1975 -16
-5 January 01, 1974 -21
-5 January 12, 1973 -21
-3 January 15, 1972 -19
-10 February 08, 1971 -23
-6 January 08, 1970 -21
1 January 04, 1969 -17
-7 January 07, 1968 -22
3 January 18, 1967 -16
-8 December 24, 1966 -22
0 February 25, 1965 -18
-1 December 18, 1964 -18
-10 January 24, 1963 + -23
-8 January 20, 1962 + -22
1 January 28, 1961 + -17
-1 March 04, 1960 -18
-7 January 04, 1959 -22
-1 February 16, 1958 -18
2 January 16, 1957 -17
2 January 16, 1956 -17
0 February 11, 1955 -18
5 January 12, 1954 -15
5 December 23, 1953 -15
8 January 29, 1952 + -13
-11 February 02, 1951 -24
-4 December 07, 1950 -20
0 January 30, 1949 + -18
-4 January 28, 1948 -20
-1 January 04, 1947 + -18
4 December 30, 1946 -16
-5 December 19, 1945 -21
1 February 12, 1944 -17
-10 January 19, 1943 -23
-4 January 10, 1942 + -20
8 January 18, 1941 -13
-12 January 19, 1940 + -24
4 February 21, 1939 -16
3 January 31, 1938 -16
6 December 09, 1937 -14
-8 February 18, 1936 -22
-3 January 21, 1935 -19
0 February 27, 1934 -18
-13 February 08, 1933 -25
0 December 12, 1932 -18
5 January 14, 1931 -15
-17 January 18, 1930 -27
-3 February 10, 1929 + -19
-8 January 01, 1928 -22
-4 December 31, 1927 -20
1 January 23, 1926 -17
-1 December 28, 1925 -18
-11 January 05, 1924 -24
2 March 19, 1923 -17
7 January 24, 1922 -14
12 December 25, 1921 -11
1 March 07, 1920 -17
-6 January 03, 1919 -21
-19 January 12, 1918 -28
-10 February 02, 1917 -23
-8 January 13, 1916 -22
3 January 23, 1915 -16
-2 December 14, 1914 + -19
4 February 01, 1913 -16
-15 January 07, 1912 -26
-9 January 03, 1911 -23
-5 February 18, 1910 -21
-3 January 12, 1909 -19
4 February 02, 1908 -16
4 February 06, 1907 + -16
-3 February 05, 1906 -19
-22 February 13, 1905 -30
-8 January 26, 1904 -22
-3 February 17, 1903 -19
-3 February 04, 1902 -19

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

1902 people!

That’s not global warming, cooling, or climate change, that’s cyclical. Meaning, climate is cyclical. One year it’s high, the next year it’s low, it’s how averages are figured. GRR.

By the way, I got this information from Current Results. I don’t know what to say, numbers don’t lie.

Anyway, I hope we don’t get the snow they’re projecting but if it comes, it comes. I don’t understand how some people freak out over the threat of bad weather, but dude, we go through this every year. It’s called winter. It happens. I’m not sure what there is to freak out about. We’ll deal with it, whatever is dumped on us.

Kevin and I went grocery shopping last night, because we go every Friday night and stock up for the upcoming week, and people of course, were freaking out, buying carts full of food. The store was out of bread, eggs, creamer, (I guess everyone drinks lots of coffee whenever they can’t get out), but hey, at least there was some toilet paper. Progress! I just have to shake my head. Kevin said it best, I feel like people are in perpetual freak out mode nowadays. Fear is such a strong emotion and it compels people to do irrational things. Like buy an insane amount of food that will take months to eat through, let alone the few days it will take for the city to clear the roads and make travel easier. Or wear not one mask, but TWO masks to protect people from what amounts to a bad cold or a serious case of the flu. Or to simply go along to get along.

Kudos to Kevin last night, by the way. He actually walked around Wal-Mart without a mask on. I was too chicken to take mine off, though I did wear it under my nose (primarily because I wear glasses and I get so impatient with them fogging up). He has the balls to stand up and show people it’s possible to NOT be sheeple. I need to do the same. I feel like we’re never going to get out of this fear bubble that the government is so determined to keep us in if we don’t start putting our foot down and say, “enough is enough!”

Anyway. This next week is going to be rough, IF we get the weather they are predicting. But you know what? I would rather get 4 to 8 inches of snow than four inches of ice. I pray we never have another ice storm like we did back in 2007. That was nuts.

Actually, I’m pretty sure that was global cooling back then. *snicker*

We’re going to have to take out a loan to pay our electric bill this month. Oy.

Stay warm, friends!

(And thanks for reading – I appreciate you!)

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15: Experimental COVID-19 Vaccine – Lots of Questions, Very Few Answers

Listen to my hair saga of trying to find a new stylist. (Thanks lockdowns) Preparing for mandatory vaccine requirements at work. How to save America? That really is the question. And exploring other WordPress blogs – how in the world do you find them? Thanks for listening to what’s on my mind this week. Talk to you soon!
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Book Corner

Story Sentence: The Girl Beneath the Sea

The frogs are chirping as the sun sets, casting a pink glow across the sky. I paddle my kayak slowly, watching the mangroves on either side. Occasionally I spot the headlights of a car as it goes down the road to my right.

Those are the first two sentences from chapter twenty-one of “The Girl Beneath the Sea.”

Blurb: Coming from scandalous Florida treasure hunters and drug smugglers, Sloan McPherson is forging her own path, for herself and for her daughter, out from under her family’s shadow. An auxiliary officer for Lauderdale Shores PD, she’s the go-to diver for evidence recovery. Then Sloan finds a fresh kill floating in a canal—a woman whose murky history collides with Sloan’s. Their troubling ties are making Sloan less a potential witness than a suspect. And her colleagues aren’t the only ones following every move she makes. So is the killer.

Stalked by an assassin, pitted against a ruthless cartel searching for a lost fortune, and under watch within her ranks, Sloan has only one ally: the legendary DEA agent who put Sloan’s uncle behind bars. He knows just how deep corruption runs—and the kind of danger Sloan is in. To stay alive, Sloan must stay one step ahead of her enemies—both known and unknown—and a growing conspiracy designed to pull her under.

My thoughts so far:

Interesting character. Sloan is a tough-as-nails character and I liked her immediately. She has an off again, on again, boyfriend slash baby daddy that she loves but for some reason yet unknown, she doesn’t feel worthy of his love. She has a daughter who is a spitfire and basically a miniature version of Sloan and again, I just like that character arc. I like women who are strong, know their mind and aren’t afraid to get a little bloody. Sloan has a really interesting job, she’s the go-to diver for evidence recovery – meaning, she dives into murky waters and searches for crime-scene evidence and often finds dead bodies in those searches. The book opens with her diving to find some archeological tidbits for her professor and when she hears an ominous splash, she just assumes it’s an alligator and she draws her knife in preparation. She doesn’t panic, she doesn’t squeal like a girl and try and get out, she just braces herself for battle.

I love her job. I don’t recall ever following a character with that type of job before and I’m looking forward to seeing what other treasures she finds throughout the story.

I’m at the part where she discovers money has been missing and/or been stolen from the mob and somehow they think she had something to do with it. They are now starting to hunt her. I also find the legendary DEA agent that turned her uncle in sort of being her unofficial bodyguard an interesting aspect of the story and I’m looking forward to seeing how that relationship pans out.

Run, which is Sloan’s love interest, sort of, has a hot temper and it’s been foreshadowed that he might end up doing something off the cuff that could potentially help, or hurt, Sloan. We’re still in the early stages of the story but basically, we’re trying to figure out who killed Samantha, the girl that made the splash in the water at the beginning of the story. (Spoiler alert: It wasn’t an alligator).  I’m about 35% of the way through the story and I like it so far.

Book Corner

Book Review: The Last Goodbye (ARC)

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How can you move on if you can’t let go?

Spencer was the love of Anna’s life: her husband, her best friend, her rock. She thought their love would last forever.

But three years ago, Spencer was tragically killed in an accident and Anna’s world was shattered. How can she ever move on, when she’s lost her soulmate?

On New Year’s Eve Anna calls Spencer’s phone number, just to hear his old voicemail greeting. But to her shock, someone answers…

Brody has inherited Spencer’s old number and is the first person who truly understands what Anna’s going through. As her and Brody’s phone calls become lengthier and more frequent, they begin opening up to each other—and slowly rediscover how to smile, how to laugh, even how to hope.

But Brody hasn’t been entirely honest with Anna. Will his secret threaten everything, just as it seems she might find the courage to love again?

This was an ARC, (advanced reader copy), and I must say, this is the best ARC I’ve read thus far.

If you’ve ever lost someone close to you and had a hard time letting go and moving on, this is the story for you. It’s beautifully written and the characters are thoroughly fleshed out so that I was fully invested in both Anna and Brody’s journeys by the end.

I admit, I’m brutally honest in my reviews, and I will be with this one, too, so trust me when I say, this is worth the read.

Anna was married to Spencer, he was the love her life. They had been married a few short years before tragically, Spencer is hit by a drunk driver and killed. Anna struggles with his death and doesn’t know how to move forward, she’s stuck on a hamster wheel of grief and she doesn’t know how to get off and when she has a chance to get off, her grief and guilt keep her there. This story is not only about Anna, but about Anna’s relationship with her best friend, Gabi, and struggling to hold on to a relationship with her in-laws. So I appreciated the fact that the story was more than just Anna’s struggle but included her struggles with her friendships and extended families and finding a new normal within her sad little world.

I thought Brody’s introduction to the story was terribly clever. I’ve always thought, and even encouraged, people to get to know one another sight unseen – then you have no choice but to get to know the person before allowing the external package to influence your impressions. And once Brody was introduced, I wanted to know more about him immediately, not only because he was willing to listen to Anna, a perfect stranger, and her grief but because the author does a great job of surrounding Brody with mystery that I was dying to know what event caused him to be a recluse and afraid to be around people.

Gabi is the requisite breath of fresh air. Her concern for Anna is genuine and I admired her attempts to get Anna to break free of her zombie state and start living life again. I think the story would have been too depressing and sad without Gabi’s interventions and I appreciated Gabi’s persistence and hard work to look out for Anna. Everyone should have a Gabi in his/her life.

Jeremy is a man she meets while taking salsa lessons (one of Gabi’s many attempts to get Anna out into real life again) and she’s instantly attracted to him. But with that interest comes the guilt and she fights the attraction for quite a while. She knows she’s physically attracted to him but she can’t help but compare him to Spencer and that guilt sabotages any relationship strides she might make. I appreciated the fact that Anna didn’t immediately fall in love with Jeremy as that would have somehow diluted Anna’s sorrow and made her struggle to love again seems frivolous. But her journey with Jeremy was necessary because it gave her an opportunity to grow into the person she needed and wanted to be.

Anna’s relationship with her in-laws was an interesting aspect of the story. I found myself getting a little impatient with Anna’s willingness to endure her mother-in-law’s (MIL) coldness but I understood her need to remain a part of the life she had before Spencer’s death. Her MIL is really struggling with her son’s death and she partially blames Anna. They have bi-weekly luncheons where Anna, her in-laws and Spencer’s brother and his wife get together to remember Spencer. They talk about him and routinely flip through photo albums of various stages of Spencer’s life in an attempt not to forget him.

This is a part of the story that I struggled with. Not with Anna’s motivations, but rather, with her maintaining her relationship with her in-laws. I confess, I’ve never lost anyone super close to me. I’ve been very fortunate, thank God. So reading about Anna’s guilt, though touching and poignant, I had a hard time relating to her struggles, though I could certainly understand her journey. I guess, what I’m trying to say is, would most people, do most people, maintain a relationship with their by marriage family if the link to that family is missing? I can see it continuing shortly after the death, you’re all grappling to come to terms with the tragedy and helping one another through the loss, but would one expect to keep that closeness after three years? The time frame almost seemed too long to me – the fact that Anna was having such a hard time coming to terms with what happened, her insistence on keeping her relationship with her in-laws seemed ….. overkill. Then again, can one put a time stamp on grief? I know everyone deals with grief in different ways and everyone’s journey is different, there’s definitely not a set template that one must follow when dealing with the death of a loved one, but judging by the intensity of Anna’s grief, I think the story might have been more … impactful if Spencer had only been dead say … a year?

Again, I don’t have any experience to say whether one would most likely, or should most likely, have that much grief after three years but I did feel a little impatient with the intensity of Anna’s grief she maintained for so long. I can’t imagine how exhausting that must have been for her, and for the people around her.

I think Anna’s determination to hold on to her relationship with her in-laws is what truly holds her back from moving forward. I do wonder if her reaction to seeing Brody would have been so dramatic if she hadn’t maintained that connection. To me, it almost stunted her growth and perhaps that was the reason she was still so stuck in her grief after three years.

And speaking of when Anna finally meets Brody – her reaction was disappointing. I lost a little respect for Anna at that point and I felt she reacted childishly. My sympathies definitely shifted to Brody though perhaps that was the author’s intention. Again, I feel like Anna’s insistence to hang on to the past and build some sort of close relationship with her in-laws stunted her emotional growth and that would somewhat explain her reaction when seeing Brody. I get why the author did that, but the story, in my opinion, was near perfect until that scene. I get that Lucas likely wanted to toss in a surprise, and she certainly did, and I wasn’t exactly expecting a happy ending at that point, but Anna’s reaction was not only the last thing I expected, it was the least desirable scenario. But let’s be honest, people are flawed, imperfect and unpredictable. Who’s to say something like that wouldn’t happen in real life?

Regardless, that part of the story left a bitter taste in my mouth after being used to chewing something sweet but it wasn’t a big enough deal to make me dislike the story, overall.

I also found it interesting that the lead character, Anna, grew much more quickly than the secondary character, Brody. It was as if the story started as Anna’s story but ended up being Brody’s story by the end. I thought that was an interesting twist.

In summary:

The Last Goodbye is a story of loss, grief, depression and the power of human connection. It’s been three years since Anna lost the love her life, her husband Spencer. He was killed by a drunk driver while running an errand for Anna. The story centers around Anna’s depression and her inability, or unwillingness, to move on with her life. Anna’s best friend, Gabi, tries hard to maneuver her friend out of the depression stage of grief but for every triumph her mother-in-law succeeds in sucking her back into the shadows of sadness. She knows she needs to move on, but she can’t let go of her guilt long enough to give herself a chance to move past on.

On New Year’s Eve, in sheer desperation and loneliness, she dials Spencer’s number to listen to his voicemail message and is shocked when she hears a male stranger’s voice pick up. At first, she thinks it’s Spencer’s ghost come back to haunt her, but she soon realizes that, in her grief, she forgot to pay Spencer’s phone bill and the phone company had closed the account and had given the number to someone else. Unbeknownst to her, the man on the other end of the line is just as lonely and sad as she is and together, they form a precarious and curious bond. Anna continues to call the number and the man continues to pick up, to listen and offer her advice and they build an unusual friendship.

Gabi, in an attempt to help her friend to start living life again, signs them up for a salsa class and Anna meets Jeremy. She’s surprised that she finds him attractive and she tentatively tries to build a relationship with him but she can’t get past the notion that “he’s not her Spencer.” The relationship dies before it’s given life but the experience teaches Anna that she’s capable of living a normal life, however that may look for her.

Anna continues to maintain a relationship with Spencer’s family though in a lot of ways, her desperate attempt to keep them in her life prevents her from moving forward and she continues to struggle to keep Spencer alive in her memory but desperately searching for normalcy.

Though the story moves slow at times, I feel it’s necessary to show the reader the importance of coming to terms and dealing with various degrees of grief and depression. I would definitely recommend this book to anyone that has had trouble navigating their own difficult journey with the death of a loved one. Lucas does a really good job of exploring and processing the stages of grief, specifically depression, guilt and the complexity of living one’s life and moving on from a personal tragedy.

The characters are well rounded and the story is beautifully written. I appreciated Lucas’ attention to Brody’s story and dealing with the aftermath of his personal tragedy. In a lot of ways, this story begins as Anna’s story and ends completing Brody’s story. It’s a lovely twist and I would highly recommend this book if you’re looking for a story that deals with love, loss and new beginnings.

Language

Fun Facts About Language #1

In case you didn’t know, I love language. I studied language in college and I suffered through an Aristotle class on the origins of language.

It was a painful class, but I learned a lot about language and the art of communication in that class.

So when Kevin brought home the Morris Dictionary of Word and Phrase Origins, I was pretty excited.

Have you ever wondered where a word or phrase came from? No? Just me? Well …

I’m going to share some of the ones I found interesting with you because, well, I like you … (can you imagine how I would treat you if I didn’t like you! You’re welcome).

I’m so glad you asked. Read on …

American English – Why was English chosen as our language after we broke from England? Why wasn’t it Indian or something else? At first glance these look like frivolous questions, but it may surprise you to know that at the time of the founding of this nation many of its leaders debated very seriously whether or not English should be carried forward as the official language of the United States, as it had been of the colonies. Never was there any serious consideration of an American Indian language as a substitute for English. For one thing, the various Indian dialects were spoken tongues. Not until Sequoyah, in the early nineteenth century, devised an alphabet for the Cherokee language, did an Indian tongue become a written language.

But the bitterness of the colonists against the British was strong enough for many to feel that they should rid themselves of the British tongue, as well as of “the tyrant’s rule.” So some members of the Continental Congress solemnly proposed that English be banished and Hebrew substituted. The fact that few colonists could read or speak Hebrew and that it had not been a living language for centuries sufficed to kill that suggestion. Another proposal was that Greek be adopted as our official language. That idea lasted only long enough for one patriot to remark that “it would be more convenient for us to keep the language as it is and make the English speak Greek.”

What finally happened, of course, was that we continued to speak our own brand of English, which, after a century or so, became known as “American English,” or “The American Language.” The differences between our version and that spoken in the British Isles are great. Even the influences of movies, magazines and television have not removed many of the inconsistencies between the two versions of the language. In the end Britain and American find themselves, in George Bernard Shaw’s paradoxical phrase, “one people divided by a common language.”

A-O.K. was invented by a NASA public relations officer, Colonel “Shorty” Powers. The occasion was our first suborbital flight in May 1961 and the astronaut involved was Alan Shepard. But Powers, relaying to newsmen and the radio audience what he heard from Shepard, mistook a simple, “O.K.” for A-O.K. He fancied the sound of the term so much that he repeated it several times and it caught on with newspaper headline writers, if not with the astronauts themselves. According to our best information, no astronaut ever used the term and it was been notably absent from radio and TV reports of subsequent space flights.

Apple of One’s Eye – The first apple of the eye was the pupil, which in ancient days was thought to be a round object similar to the apple. As recently as Anglo-Saxon times, the same word, aeppel, meant both “eye” and “apple.” It goes without saying that the pupil of one’s eye is very previous indeed – and that’s how the expression the apple of one’s eye came to mean something greatly treasured.

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14: Ultimate Revenge: Name a Rat or a Cockroach After an Ex-Lover and Watch it Be Fed to a Larger Animal

This is not a drill: Black Lives Matter organization gets nominated for a Nobel Peace prize, the media claim there’s only one side to a story – their story, Dr. Fauci recommends wearing THREE masks and Senator Hawley stands up for the right – FINALLY. Book review this week is an ARC called “The Last Goodbye” and as always, I offer a few story ideas. And yes, the title of this podcast is a REAL thing.
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