Oh man!!!! I find myself ranting and raving about Monsanto and like minded corporations on Facebook. It all of a sudden hit me that i have kept my head buried in the sand and figured the powers that be would not let that horrible corporation do the dirty deed of artificial food letting. GMO's
I'm not sure of all the technical stuff all i know is i have heard and read that the administration headed by President Borak Obama and the congress, passed a bill that is set in stone and will allow Monsanto and corporations like it, continue to buy up land all over the world and plant Genetically Modified Organisms. We are doomed!!!! May be i should say our future generations are doomed. I did hear that one country, Hungary, is burning all Monsanto crops.
The bees are dying, the birds are disappearing, animals and fish are dying mysterious deaths, and so what are our future generations going to have as food sources. I don't know the answer, all i know is i am disturbed and my normally complacent demeanor has been riled.
The other thing that bothers me is the rest of the world, yes the world, is up in arms and continues to protest the planting of crops. A demonstration was held last week involving the rest of the world--did we hear much about it, was it given much press other than a slight mention---NO.
I am an Obama person. I voted for him, i like him, i can excuse some of the criticisms against him, but i cannot forgive his passing of this recent legislation that is allows the planting of gmo products.
The world will not forgive either.
WHAT is going on and WHO is behind all this? It's certainly not just one man in one minute of time.
Thursday, May 30, 2013
Monday, May 27, 2013
Last Dinner With My Cousin--At Least This Trip
Two topics of conversation are always discussed when ever two or more people gather to chew the fat at any time or any place in New York City. One is apartments---"Do you know of any cheap apartment for rent"? "Is your apartment under rent control". "I'm looking for a short lease--know of any?" "I saw a for sale sign for a place on 46th between Ninth and Tenth" Or the ultimate, "What do you pay and is it rent control".
The other topic, and one that happens in an apartment, during a party, on the street, in the ladies room, anywhere is "Where are we going to eat". "Do you know of any new place to try that's inexpensive" "Where's a cheep place to eat." "What kind of food do they have". The questions go on and on and sometimes start again even after seated, if the lighting or vibe or crowd doesn't look "right". Here we go---moved again.
My cousin has been here from California to attend the Natural Foods Culinary Institute. She's a California gal for sure, and she's a real trooper. She found a tiny apartment on the upper west side, for the duration of the four month curriculum. She got on the subway every morning, spent the day in school, came home on the subway, studied and then the next day started the routine all over again.
We hadn't seen each other for many years and although we are 20 or so years apart and knew each other when we were much younger, we celebrated our reunion with a great anticipation of spending time together and catching up. Ya right!!!!!
It's her last week and she's through with her testing and we decide to have a celebratory early last dinner before she left. I have been at the Institute a couple times, once for a beautifully prepared brunch and then again for a dinner put on by the group of students that included my cousin. Other then another time she was at my home we haven't had much time together
I arrive around 5 pm and finally see her temporary New York home which has been mostly already cleared out. She has to leave to go back to her home in Tahoe and fulfill her intern duties as part of the culinary degree. She has kindly filled a couple bags of kitchen things that she doesn't' need, for me to take home. She has also offered to go home on the bus with me to help carry, as they are heavy. No car!!!!!
We decide after much discussion, to try the place right on the corner that not only my daughter recommended but that is always busy and I'd heard good things about so it sounded like a good bet. The place is beautiful and even though they didn't have room out side we decided inside would be fine. We were ushered to a table way in the back right next to the restrooms. No way. The vibe was also off so we decided to leave.
OK now where do we go???? Sue checks her phone to see what might be recommended in the hood and we decide on another Italian place within walking distance. We were seated outside and the vibe was right and the menu looked reasonable enough so finally we had found our spot.
We decided to split three dishes--a salad--some pasta--and a steak. We placed our order and explained what we wanted to do. Cool! The delicious bread was served along with a faboo olive oil and we were ready to chow down. First came the salad with two plates. My cousin ordered and glass of wine and we began. The salad was quite tasty but before we were even finished the waiter took the salad away and immediately returned with both the pasta and the steak special. Woe! what happened why are we being served both at the same time and where were the extra plates. The pasta which looked delish was cold, the steak that we ordered medium rare was so well done there was no pink at all. This is not good. We called over the waiter and told him about the discrepancies in the meal. Both the salad removal too soon and the cold pasta and well done steak. OK-- the steak went back but was returned not more then five minute later. The meat had been cooked on one side turned over and with the cow still mooing sat heavily on the plate. Sue cut into it and it was more then blood rare. Yuk!!!----We need to see the manager. My diplomatic cousin was firm but polite and explained the situation and the manager listened and of course apologized several times. After many minutes of a discussion re culinary experiences and some mutual acquaintances on the west coast my cousin explained that she would gladly pay for the wine but that we would not be staying. He asked if he could make it right and we said no thank you. He then said "it's on me then" and we boogied out of there.
Now what do we do. We still have not eaten. OK, so we decide to go pick up my new treasures at Sue's place and grab a cab to my place down a mile or so to Hell's Kitchen where i live. There is a restaurant that i took Sue too when she first arrived and she and i both like the place so we go to my apartment, sit a spell, call, and they are full but if we wait a bit there will be room.
I just happened to mention my favorite place across the street Zuni's. Simple but good food and good atmosphere and great wait staff so Sue says, "that's where i want to go" So once again we go in search of food.
We hit the jackpot. The meal was fabulous and not only did we enjoy every bite, we were entertained by some darling girls from Germany who were eating after a concert given at another venue and chose to entertain the wait staff with a song as a thank you.
Our long and involved evening ended with the magic that only New York can provide. A fabulous meal with a lovely dear cousin and some unexpected music from some young German Frauleins.
So if you expect to visit our fair city anytime soon, be sure and brush up on apartment and food information. I guarantee the subject will come up. And if you're lucky you'll be able to share an unforgettable dining experience with a much beloved cousin and friend like i did.
The other topic, and one that happens in an apartment, during a party, on the street, in the ladies room, anywhere is "Where are we going to eat". "Do you know of any new place to try that's inexpensive" "Where's a cheep place to eat." "What kind of food do they have". The questions go on and on and sometimes start again even after seated, if the lighting or vibe or crowd doesn't look "right". Here we go---moved again.
My cousin has been here from California to attend the Natural Foods Culinary Institute. She's a California gal for sure, and she's a real trooper. She found a tiny apartment on the upper west side, for the duration of the four month curriculum. She got on the subway every morning, spent the day in school, came home on the subway, studied and then the next day started the routine all over again.
We hadn't seen each other for many years and although we are 20 or so years apart and knew each other when we were much younger, we celebrated our reunion with a great anticipation of spending time together and catching up. Ya right!!!!!
It's her last week and she's through with her testing and we decide to have a celebratory early last dinner before she left. I have been at the Institute a couple times, once for a beautifully prepared brunch and then again for a dinner put on by the group of students that included my cousin. Other then another time she was at my home we haven't had much time together
I arrive around 5 pm and finally see her temporary New York home which has been mostly already cleared out. She has to leave to go back to her home in Tahoe and fulfill her intern duties as part of the culinary degree. She has kindly filled a couple bags of kitchen things that she doesn't' need, for me to take home. She has also offered to go home on the bus with me to help carry, as they are heavy. No car!!!!!
We decide after much discussion, to try the place right on the corner that not only my daughter recommended but that is always busy and I'd heard good things about so it sounded like a good bet. The place is beautiful and even though they didn't have room out side we decided inside would be fine. We were ushered to a table way in the back right next to the restrooms. No way. The vibe was also off so we decided to leave.
OK now where do we go???? Sue checks her phone to see what might be recommended in the hood and we decide on another Italian place within walking distance. We were seated outside and the vibe was right and the menu looked reasonable enough so finally we had found our spot.
We decided to split three dishes--a salad--some pasta--and a steak. We placed our order and explained what we wanted to do. Cool! The delicious bread was served along with a faboo olive oil and we were ready to chow down. First came the salad with two plates. My cousin ordered and glass of wine and we began. The salad was quite tasty but before we were even finished the waiter took the salad away and immediately returned with both the pasta and the steak special. Woe! what happened why are we being served both at the same time and where were the extra plates. The pasta which looked delish was cold, the steak that we ordered medium rare was so well done there was no pink at all. This is not good. We called over the waiter and told him about the discrepancies in the meal. Both the salad removal too soon and the cold pasta and well done steak. OK-- the steak went back but was returned not more then five minute later. The meat had been cooked on one side turned over and with the cow still mooing sat heavily on the plate. Sue cut into it and it was more then blood rare. Yuk!!!----We need to see the manager. My diplomatic cousin was firm but polite and explained the situation and the manager listened and of course apologized several times. After many minutes of a discussion re culinary experiences and some mutual acquaintances on the west coast my cousin explained that she would gladly pay for the wine but that we would not be staying. He asked if he could make it right and we said no thank you. He then said "it's on me then" and we boogied out of there.
Now what do we do. We still have not eaten. OK, so we decide to go pick up my new treasures at Sue's place and grab a cab to my place down a mile or so to Hell's Kitchen where i live. There is a restaurant that i took Sue too when she first arrived and she and i both like the place so we go to my apartment, sit a spell, call, and they are full but if we wait a bit there will be room.
I just happened to mention my favorite place across the street Zuni's. Simple but good food and good atmosphere and great wait staff so Sue says, "that's where i want to go" So once again we go in search of food.
We hit the jackpot. The meal was fabulous and not only did we enjoy every bite, we were entertained by some darling girls from Germany who were eating after a concert given at another venue and chose to entertain the wait staff with a song as a thank you.
Our long and involved evening ended with the magic that only New York can provide. A fabulous meal with a lovely dear cousin and some unexpected music from some young German Frauleins.
So if you expect to visit our fair city anytime soon, be sure and brush up on apartment and food information. I guarantee the subject will come up. And if you're lucky you'll be able to share an unforgettable dining experience with a much beloved cousin and friend like i did.
Saturday, May 11, 2013
The Bonus Gift of School. My Mother
Interesting thoughts have invaded my mind since starting the short term writing class at Hunter. My mother has been on my mind. Quite fitting since tomorrow is Mother's Day.
My daughter told me recently that she senses her gramma Rita by my side through this new adventure. I was taken aback as my mom (Rita) and i were not close. Even after her death, i have not felt close to her. My pop is a different story. Daddy has been my guide in a very personal way since his death. He has seen me through some rough spots and guided my journey. I speak to him almost daily and he answers.
Mom tried i think, but her way and my way clashed for some reason. It was hard for her to express love. My siblings and i agree that mother was not as affectionate as dad. In fact she could be cold. I'm realizing she maybe didn't know how.
People loved my mother. I often heard, growing up, that she was the best nurse in the whole Rogue Valley. She was an RN who loved her job so much that she even volunteered at the nursing home for years and also would administer to the migrant workers, every summer, who came to pick pears. I never felt she neglected us, but i can't quite put my finger on my moms lack of warmth.
My writing class however, has awakened in me memories of my mom and writing. She loved to write and always had beautiful stationery and the perfect pen. She also had beautiful hand writing. She would often decorate my birthday cards and envelopes with lovely detailed artistic script like calligraphy only it was mom's version. I am sad to say that with all my moves, any cards that i had kept are gone. She always insisted on correct grammar and proper spelling. I do remember many times her pride in my writing papers that occasionally got A's or B's. The only A's i would really ever get.
My writing class, with the perfect instructor, has been such a gift in so many ways. I am learning new ways of construction and am hoping to be able to put them to use in my blog and maybe more. My daughters gift to me was a reminder of my mother. I notice a certain new feeling settling in that just might be my mother standing at my side.
"Move over pop, you have company".
My daughter told me recently that she senses her gramma Rita by my side through this new adventure. I was taken aback as my mom (Rita) and i were not close. Even after her death, i have not felt close to her. My pop is a different story. Daddy has been my guide in a very personal way since his death. He has seen me through some rough spots and guided my journey. I speak to him almost daily and he answers.
Mom tried i think, but her way and my way clashed for some reason. It was hard for her to express love. My siblings and i agree that mother was not as affectionate as dad. In fact she could be cold. I'm realizing she maybe didn't know how.
People loved my mother. I often heard, growing up, that she was the best nurse in the whole Rogue Valley. She was an RN who loved her job so much that she even volunteered at the nursing home for years and also would administer to the migrant workers, every summer, who came to pick pears. I never felt she neglected us, but i can't quite put my finger on my moms lack of warmth.
My writing class however, has awakened in me memories of my mom and writing. She loved to write and always had beautiful stationery and the perfect pen. She also had beautiful hand writing. She would often decorate my birthday cards and envelopes with lovely detailed artistic script like calligraphy only it was mom's version. I am sad to say that with all my moves, any cards that i had kept are gone. She always insisted on correct grammar and proper spelling. I do remember many times her pride in my writing papers that occasionally got A's or B's. The only A's i would really ever get.
My writing class, with the perfect instructor, has been such a gift in so many ways. I am learning new ways of construction and am hoping to be able to put them to use in my blog and maybe more. My daughters gift to me was a reminder of my mother. I notice a certain new feeling settling in that just might be my mother standing at my side.
"Move over pop, you have company".
Friday, April 19, 2013
Out and About
There are no locks on the outside nor inside of my apartment. I am free to come and go as i please. However a couple of my loving friends and more than a couple relatives have suggested maybe i should get out more and interact with people. Sooooo......
This morning i arnicaed my hands and shoulders, took my acetaminophen, inhaled my Combivent, grabbed my cane, and left. Two Harriet Doerr books and a beloved Laura Childs mystery are on the hold shelf, at the library, waiting for me.
The town is a mess. Police are on every corner, barricades are going up for the two "runs" scheduled for this weekend and the chatter is all about the state of the universe. I want escape.
The route on the bus to the library is always interesting and has been a source of entertainment for me since my arrival in this city. We ride through the middle of Times Square. Tourists abound and are usually fun to interact with and to help and assist if need be. The Chinese immigration building, (i don't know what it's called officially) is on the west side so the going home routine often includes a bus full of Chinese with their families, both little and big and young and old. Today was a day for me to enjoy being out in the world.
After picking up my books at the library, i stopped at BCBG MAX AZRIA. The clothes are fabulously designed and styled. I love seeing them. BCBG is high end, out of my price range and body type sizes, but i love it anyway. Usually when i enter i am ignored and really don't care. Today after seeing a particular styling technique in the window, I go in and am greeted and helped. My questions were answered, i was shown the elevator so i could go downstairs to explore more of the beautiful designs. My artists soul was satisfied in that store today. Sean Combs had a store too for a while that i would go too. I was always treated with respect. I often wish i had purchased a t-shirt or two. I loved his designs. It was a men's store but who cares.
I then make my way back to 42nd street, grab the bus, and after assisting a young family with a stroller and a baby and watching Times Square pass by, i am home.
The writing class starts in a couple weeks. There will be opportunities to be out and about with young and old alike. I'm excited, however meeting new people has always been difficult for me. I've never been comfortable with small talk. It's not that i'm not social. I'm not exactly sure why it is that i like alone time so much. I want to write. One can't be around people and write. It's a solitary activity.
I show up, do the best i can, one day at a time. I'll make more of an effort to interact. That's my new plan.
This morning i arnicaed my hands and shoulders, took my acetaminophen, inhaled my Combivent, grabbed my cane, and left. Two Harriet Doerr books and a beloved Laura Childs mystery are on the hold shelf, at the library, waiting for me.
The town is a mess. Police are on every corner, barricades are going up for the two "runs" scheduled for this weekend and the chatter is all about the state of the universe. I want escape.
The route on the bus to the library is always interesting and has been a source of entertainment for me since my arrival in this city. We ride through the middle of Times Square. Tourists abound and are usually fun to interact with and to help and assist if need be. The Chinese immigration building, (i don't know what it's called officially) is on the west side so the going home routine often includes a bus full of Chinese with their families, both little and big and young and old. Today was a day for me to enjoy being out in the world.
After picking up my books at the library, i stopped at BCBG MAX AZRIA. The clothes are fabulously designed and styled. I love seeing them. BCBG is high end, out of my price range and body type sizes, but i love it anyway. Usually when i enter i am ignored and really don't care. Today after seeing a particular styling technique in the window, I go in and am greeted and helped. My questions were answered, i was shown the elevator so i could go downstairs to explore more of the beautiful designs. My artists soul was satisfied in that store today. Sean Combs had a store too for a while that i would go too. I was always treated with respect. I often wish i had purchased a t-shirt or two. I loved his designs. It was a men's store but who cares.
I then make my way back to 42nd street, grab the bus, and after assisting a young family with a stroller and a baby and watching Times Square pass by, i am home.
The writing class starts in a couple weeks. There will be opportunities to be out and about with young and old alike. I'm excited, however meeting new people has always been difficult for me. I've never been comfortable with small talk. It's not that i'm not social. I'm not exactly sure why it is that i like alone time so much. I want to write. One can't be around people and write. It's a solitary activity.
I show up, do the best i can, one day at a time. I'll make more of an effort to interact. That's my new plan.
Sunday, April 7, 2013
The Point
The Daily News Sunday Funnies is my choice for bathroom reading material. Some of the current comic strips are a mystery to me--i don't understand them. It causes me embarrassment to admit that I'm not hip enough to under stand the abstract, but it's true.
However---Last week in, Between the Lines by Max Garcia, was a drawing of two pencils. One was a new #2 non sharpened pencil who's bubble held so much dialogue that i was tempted to skip read. "So i woke up this morning decided to check the weather,but then i remembered that Becky had told me that it was suppose to rain, so i just decided to brush my teeth instead of checking the weather. But before i did that, i decided to make some coffee, but.....
The second was a sharpened pencil who's only words in the bubble were "kill me" I got it.
On CBS Sunday Morning there was a tribute to the great Roger Ebert. "He always made his point" the reporter reported. He did indeed.
An aside piece in the Daily News Vue by Don Kaplan is titled "CNN misses 'The Point' ".
All of a sudden i realized my blog often doesn't make a definite point. The point being--i don't always make a point and that's the point. Lesson duly noted.
However---Last week in, Between the Lines by Max Garcia, was a drawing of two pencils. One was a new #2 non sharpened pencil who's bubble held so much dialogue that i was tempted to skip read. "So i woke up this morning decided to check the weather,but then i remembered that Becky had told me that it was suppose to rain, so i just decided to brush my teeth instead of checking the weather. But before i did that, i decided to make some coffee, but.....
The second was a sharpened pencil who's only words in the bubble were "kill me" I got it.
On CBS Sunday Morning there was a tribute to the great Roger Ebert. "He always made his point" the reporter reported. He did indeed.
An aside piece in the Daily News Vue by Don Kaplan is titled "CNN misses 'The Point' ".
All of a sudden i realized my blog often doesn't make a definite point. The point being--i don't always make a point and that's the point. Lesson duly noted.
Saturday, March 30, 2013
OMG Jo-an and Jackson
A little while ago i was sitting on my bed reading and i glanced up at the fish tank and oh dear! the two fishies were at the top gasping for air and i suddenly realized i had not changed the filter or the water for a couple months. I feed Jo-an and Jackson every day and periodically add water but i had just forgotten to attend to their living habitat for two or three months. It's a pain, and messy, and time consuming but i've never really minded up till just recently. I've been distracted.
They live in water but need oxygen and that's why i have pumps and filters. In fact i got an extra pump as i noticed several months ago that Jackson especially was up top most of the time, i think wanting air. I was out of the one filter type and needed to make a trip to the pet shop and haven't been in the mood.
I started to realize if i didn't get busy and change the water i would no longer have the pleasure of their company for much longer. I really love my fish. Never wanted a cat or a dog. I wanted fish.
I wonder if that's what it's like if you forget you have children. I've never forgotten i have children but i have been frustrated and tired of having to be the emotional support at times. I'm sure most parents get that feeling.
I attended to them when they were small and as they grew older they needed me less and less and i had to start letting go. But do we really ever let go. I think not. Life happens and we are called upon again and again to be a support and life line in their lives.
It seems to be a constant renewal of the love and affection given and received that we all need. My children need me and i need them. My fish need me and i need them. Sometimes we just forget their importance and give in to the day to day problems and distractions. Then we get back on point.
They live in water but need oxygen and that's why i have pumps and filters. In fact i got an extra pump as i noticed several months ago that Jackson especially was up top most of the time, i think wanting air. I was out of the one filter type and needed to make a trip to the pet shop and haven't been in the mood.
I started to realize if i didn't get busy and change the water i would no longer have the pleasure of their company for much longer. I really love my fish. Never wanted a cat or a dog. I wanted fish.
I wonder if that's what it's like if you forget you have children. I've never forgotten i have children but i have been frustrated and tired of having to be the emotional support at times. I'm sure most parents get that feeling.
I attended to them when they were small and as they grew older they needed me less and less and i had to start letting go. But do we really ever let go. I think not. Life happens and we are called upon again and again to be a support and life line in their lives.
It seems to be a constant renewal of the love and affection given and received that we all need. My children need me and i need them. My fish need me and i need them. Sometimes we just forget their importance and give in to the day to day problems and distractions. Then we get back on point.
Thursday, March 28, 2013
Confessions of a Snob
The family i grew up in included myself, five brothers, and a sister who came along right before i flew the coup. Both parents worked to support us. We managed to eat, play, have presents at Christmas and birthday, have camping vacations, survive illnesses, strikes, hard times, and grow up to be healthy productive human beings.
We worked when we were old enough. The money i made working at a bar-b-que grill, and retail, and cleaning, bought me some clothing, shoes i wanted, and paid for some of the extra curricular activities at the Catholic school we all attended. The parish subsidized some of the tuition. My dad insisted we attend a Catholic school and not leave the system till we graduated. We all fulfilled my dad's wishes.
The snob in me came out the first time my mother made me a dress for the winter formal. More than anything i wanted a store bought beautiful gown like my friends. I knew we couldn't afford so i tried to be compliant when mom said she would make me one. I look back on those pictures of me in my dresses that mom made and realize just how incredibly talented and creative my mom was. I think i tried to be grateful to her but i feel, looking back, that i was pretty ungrateful. I'm embarrassed now.
One year the girls in my class were asked to model for a style show given by Bourlson's. THE store for designer clothes in Medford. I was a size 5-7 which would be maybe a 0 or 2 now. There was a navy blue beautiful dress with fabulous detail i modeled, that fit me perfectly. We would have a discount for the clothes we modeled but at $27 the dress was wayyyyyy beyond what i could afford. Wouldn't ya know that not two days later i saw J. O. walking around with MY dress on. For her it wasn't a special dress it was a casual everyday dress. Oh how i wanted that dress. My mom must have wished she could afford that dress for me.
I saved to buy a White Stag jacket and it was stolen I saved at one time in my life to buy a Coach handbag and it was stolen My want for the brand name items has not really worked out but it still doesn't mean i don't want them.
My priorities have shifted as i've aged. Maybe it's maturity or reality i don't know. Thrift stores (i managed one) are not my favorite places, neither are 99 cent stores or discount stores or Walmart or Kmart etc. I will shop in them but part of me is still the young girl who yearns for the brand name and upscale style to which i probably am better off not to have become accustomed too.
Mom and Dad did a pretty all right job with the brood. We turned out to be decent human beings and have contributed our share to the planet with fabulous children and grandchildren. I find myself wanting to be able to afford more for my kids and grand kid. I wish i could but i can't. I'm a happy, satisfied human today with a few twinges of regret at the attitude i sometimes showed to my parents. I think i was just born that way. Nature vs Nurture.
We worked when we were old enough. The money i made working at a bar-b-que grill, and retail, and cleaning, bought me some clothing, shoes i wanted, and paid for some of the extra curricular activities at the Catholic school we all attended. The parish subsidized some of the tuition. My dad insisted we attend a Catholic school and not leave the system till we graduated. We all fulfilled my dad's wishes.
The snob in me came out the first time my mother made me a dress for the winter formal. More than anything i wanted a store bought beautiful gown like my friends. I knew we couldn't afford so i tried to be compliant when mom said she would make me one. I look back on those pictures of me in my dresses that mom made and realize just how incredibly talented and creative my mom was. I think i tried to be grateful to her but i feel, looking back, that i was pretty ungrateful. I'm embarrassed now.
One year the girls in my class were asked to model for a style show given by Bourlson's. THE store for designer clothes in Medford. I was a size 5-7 which would be maybe a 0 or 2 now. There was a navy blue beautiful dress with fabulous detail i modeled, that fit me perfectly. We would have a discount for the clothes we modeled but at $27 the dress was wayyyyyy beyond what i could afford. Wouldn't ya know that not two days later i saw J. O. walking around with MY dress on. For her it wasn't a special dress it was a casual everyday dress. Oh how i wanted that dress. My mom must have wished she could afford that dress for me.
I saved to buy a White Stag jacket and it was stolen I saved at one time in my life to buy a Coach handbag and it was stolen My want for the brand name items has not really worked out but it still doesn't mean i don't want them.
My priorities have shifted as i've aged. Maybe it's maturity or reality i don't know. Thrift stores (i managed one) are not my favorite places, neither are 99 cent stores or discount stores or Walmart or Kmart etc. I will shop in them but part of me is still the young girl who yearns for the brand name and upscale style to which i probably am better off not to have become accustomed too.
Mom and Dad did a pretty all right job with the brood. We turned out to be decent human beings and have contributed our share to the planet with fabulous children and grandchildren. I find myself wanting to be able to afford more for my kids and grand kid. I wish i could but i can't. I'm a happy, satisfied human today with a few twinges of regret at the attitude i sometimes showed to my parents. I think i was just born that way. Nature vs Nurture.
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