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26 August 2016

I don’t mind what beliefs other people espouse. But I get so tired of being preached at with the assumption that if I listened I would live longer, better, happier, or improve my planet. That’s so true of vegans/vegetarians. I have two problems with that, one is that I would NOT live a longer, happier, better life if I joined them. I have a medical condition where I can’t digest most vegetable fibre – and I prefer not to die thank you.
And the other problem is a lot more basic. You can keep your tofu, lettuce, bean curd, and alfalfa sprouts, I am a carnivore – AND THAT’S THE WAY i LIKE IT, okay. (Which is fortunate, I can’t imagine adoring vegetables and not being able to eat most types.) And quite apart from that, I read, I’ve seen the articles and the figures, which suggest that even if we all turned vegan/vegetarian, it would make very little difference to the planet.
So you go your way, and I’ll go mine, but please, as someone or another once said, “leave to others their otherness.” I don’t demand you all become carnivores, don’t you expect me to imperil my heath, possibly my life, and certainly my general physical comfort by trying to be something I am not.

10 August 2016

My new mobility scooter cost $6660, my first motorbike cost me $750. Mind you, I’m a lot less likely to kill myself on the scooter.

26 July 2016

Epitaph on a Politician
(The more things change the more they stay the same.)

Here lies John Jones, a polititian,
convincing constituents was his mission.
Of honour he’d little, of truth he’d nil.
Now in this cemetery he lies still.

4 July 2016

I was recently reading some of Snopes.com (the site that debunks fake news items, urban myths, and odd rumours.) They had new item on an employee in Taco bell who frefused to accept a US $2 bill, claimning it had to be fake because they didn’t have a $2 bill. Yes, that’s a bit odd. But back in the early 1990s, I had a couple of odd events in the USA of similar type.
It also doesn’t help when you and the currency are genuinely foreign. Back in 1991 I was about to leave New Zealand for a holiday, staying initially with friends in New Jersey. As I was now a published author, my friend had alerted his local newspaper to my arrival and as my latest story had just appeared in MZB’s Fantasy Magazine, they planned to interview/photograph me. The night before the reporter rang diffidently to ask “She does speak English, doesn’t she?” A question that when relayed to me left me helpless with laughter. And yes, I do, as does pretty much everyone in New Zealand.
     Matters going on from there when I purchased a number of books from my host and paid in $50 NZ bills in a letter sent after my return. He took them to the bank which refused them on the spot as ‘trying to deposit monopoly money,” and “was he aware that passing fake cash is a crime.” It took him some time to convince the bank manager that New Zealand cash is both valid and worth real money with a regularly listed bank exchange rate. That story too when relayed to me left me giggling.

17 June 2016

so why, you may ask. Well, myself I prefer a hotel to be competent, and that includes getting right who your guests are. A friend of mine has been harrassed by this bunch for a month, he’s had seven emails in four weeks demanding that: he provide them with feedback on his stay with the BEST WESTERN Seven Seas, San Diego, CALIFORNIA. They also want him to buy hotel gift cards, explain how delighted they are that he’s arriving, and then that he stayed, send him an e-statement, information on other Best Western hotels, and demand again that he provide feedback. He’s had enough and emailed their tech support asking what’s going on. Because the first name they keep quoting isn’t his, he and Glen (his wife) have never been in San Diego, he’s certainly never stayed at the Best Western there, and right now if he never does so, it’ll be too soon. What he’d like to know, is where and how they got hold of his email address, why they can’t tell one customer from another (when they have a different name) and why, even if he HAD been a customer, they’d find it necessary to harrass him with so many emails in a mere four weeks? Oh, and in case this bunch thinks they should pick up my email and start making offers, forget it, I too am NOT INTERESTED!

2 June 2016

They say that nothing foolproof is so against a sufficiently talented fool. Looking at the increasingly stupid decisions on Political Correctness, I can only wonder if there’s a limit on that either – and I have a feeling there may not be.

11 May 2016

Nothing is more certain to come around in life than death and taxes. Fortunately only one does it annually.

25 April 2016

“Do you miss men now you’re getting older?” I was asked recently.
“Not often” I replied. “I’m still quite a good shot.”

30 March 2016

In the 1960s I heard a story about a young king of ancient days. He wanted to learn wisdom but found that this came in brief items in all manner of books, and wise saying from all sorts of places. So he gathered a team of learned men, and told them that he wanted all the wisdom in the world written into a set of books. And after years of toil they came to him with a set of ten huge books, which the king had printed and distributed to every town.
But after seeing that most of his people couldn’t read or didn’t bother to read so many books, he went back to those that had done them and asked For all wisdom to be boiled down into a sngle book, and after many more years that book was brought to him. Not content, (typical king of the time) he considered again, and asked that the wisdom of the world be brought down to a phrase. And it was, and the king had THIS TOO SHALL PASS engraved over the door of his palace. Still he wasn’t satisfied, and at last, he came back to his sages and asked for wisdom to be expressed as one word and it was. The wisdom of the world is MAYBE.
To my mind that’s right. But I prefer my own wisdom which backs up to the earlier phrase. Endure the bad, it passes, wallow in the good, it won’t last – but it’ll come around again. And be optimistic, people that are, always feel a lot better than pessimists- we also live longer, say medical specialists. In my case that seems to run in the family genes most times. We’re optimists, and I like it that way. Because sure there’s bad times, but you live through them, and then there’s the good times, they’re great and you can look forward to them coming back. And somehow, if you expect them, there they are, on the horizon heading your way. At least, I’ve always found it so.

14 March 2016

I’m definitely old – not so my imagination which goes out more often and to far stranger places than I do. However as I mention to editors now and again, I decline to be blamed for some of the themes it creates. It lives its life, I live mine, and sometimes all I do is take dictation.

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