http://everything2.com/?node=New%20Writeups%20Atom%20Feed&foruser=Lometa 2009-07-21T15:27:08Z http://everything2.com:80/user/Lometa/writeups/July+21%252C+2009Lometahttp://everything2.com:80/user/Lometa2009-07-21T15:27:08Z2009-07-21T15:27:08Z <p><ul>Time it was,<br> And what a time it was,<br> It was...<br> A time of innocence,<br> A time of confidences.<br> Long ago...it must be...<br> I have a photograph.<br> Preserve your memories;<br> They're all that's left of you.<br> <p><small>Bookends, <a href="/title/Simon+and+Garfunkel">Simon and Garfunkel</a></small></ul> <p>Greetings Gentle Noders, <p>Surprisingly, our <a href="/title/Making+Cocoa+for+Kingsley+Amis">Making Cocoa for Kingsley Amis</a> reappeared in my mailbox recently after almost a three year hiatus. The only clue is a cryptic, <i>" July 2009. Found this, can't remember where? Judy NYC USA" </i> <p><b>Where we left off:</b> <p><ul><i>Making Cocoa for Kingsley Amis</i> was launched on January 15th 2003 and retired on <a href="/title/September+1%252C+2006">September 1, 2006</a>.(See the daylog for an explanation.) It made its way around the world from Canada, across Asia, took a passage through Europe and began a quest from the eastern US. Unfortunately it never made its way beyond this point. As of the visit with <b><a href="/title/toalight">toalight</a></b> the total mileage was 27,831 miles. </ul> <p><b>Where we</b>&hellip; http://everything2.com:80/user/Lometa/writeups/May+16%252C+2009Lometahttp://everything2.com:80/user/Lometa2009-05-16T02:03:58Z2009-05-16T02:03:58Z <p>Because I am new to <a href="/title/cancer">this</a> I want to ask you <a href="/title/wertperch">werty</a> how do you keep from crying every time <a href="/title/grundoon">she</a> walks into the room? <p> Even though the doctor confirmed the 85% probability of <a href="/title/kidney+cancer">it</a> the day after Number Two Son's graduation, Hubby is out there in the kitchen doing the dishes as I type this yelling, <p> <a href="/title/Brave+soul+that+he+is">I</a> CAN'T DO THIS BECAUSE I HAVE A BAD KIDNEY!!! <p> It makes me <a href="/title/Tell+me+another+lie">laugh</a>&mdash;every time. <p> We will tell our sons on Monday. http://everything2.com:80/user/Lometa/writeups/May+10%252C+2009Lometahttp://everything2.com:80/user/Lometa2009-05-09T01:03:42Z2009-05-09T01:03:42Z <p>I'm hear to say that the <a href="/title/Good+Old+Boy">Good Old Boy</a>s club is alive and well in spite of any group of women who would care to call themselves <a href="/title/where+feminism+lost+me">feminists</a> or even feminazis for that matter. <p>My husband has been suffering from some sort of lung ailment for well over a year now. The good ole boy docs will tell ya it's <i>only</i> been nine months. It's taken them twelve months to discover a lesion on his kidney. <p>About 15 years ago, when I started teaching at a local Catholic school I asked Hubby to put some cup hooks in the ceiling so I could hang the kids work from them. Later the principal told me that the ceiling (and floor tiles ) were made of <a href="/title/asbestos">asbestos</a>. <p> Guess what the epidemiology for kidney tumors are for asbestos exposure? First the lungs and then the kidneys. They are still trying to say it's valley fever, even though there has never been a positive test for it. <p>Meanwhile I have to put on my happy face because Number Two Son is graduating from college this week. <p>Hu&hellip; http://everything2.com:80/user/Lometa/writeups/May+1%252C+2009Lometahttp://everything2.com:80/user/Lometa2009-05-01T20:28:29Z2009-05-01T20:28:29Z <p><h2>For a few dead horses that deserve a little more attention.</h2> <p><b>"I find war detestable but those who praise it without participating in it even more so" &ndash; <a href="/title/Romain+Rolland">Romain Rolland</a></b> <p><ul>As we wandered in the front gate of the county fair we spied the traveling version of the <a href="http://thewall-usa.com/names.asp ">Vietnam Memorial Wall</a>. Dad and I were excited to see it there, standing a mere 4 feet or so high, it stretched down the fence line until it was out of sight. At first its diminutive presence was a let down, still I wanted to look up <a href="/title/Sgt.+Kenneth+Lancaster">Sgt Lancaster</a> and headed down the black line, impossibly trying to take in all of the names. After a few moments we both stopped, Dad stood reluctantly with his hands in his pockets several feet away from it. We both know a lot of names on that wall and somehow we just could not bring ourselves to go any further on that warm spring day. </ul> <p><b>To hold the same views at forty as we held at twenty is to have been stupefied</b>&hellip; http://everything2.com:80/user/Lometa/writeups/April+2%252C+2009Lometahttp://everything2.com:80/user/Lometa2009-04-02T16:02:09Z2009-04-02T16:02:09Z <p><strong>Naked men, C-rations and tea </strong> <p>When we were station in Taipei, Taiwan and the wonderful <a href="/title/Mr+Loo">Mr Loo</a> was in my life, we had the occasion to visit the <a href="/title/r+%2526+r">R&R</a> center at <a href="/title/Okuma+Beach%252C+Okinawa">Okuma Beach, Okinawa</a>. While Sister and I enjoyed the grassy play area in our <a href="/title/The+weft%252C+the+fabric+yet+to+be%252C+stretches+away.">seersucker</a> sun suits, Dad lounged on the beach, Mom used the binoculars to scan a small, far off island that was rumored to have naked men on it. <p>We were only there for a few days when an incoming typhoon caused us to be evacuated down the side of a treacherous mountain and then off to Kadena Air Base, Japan where we spent a few days at the Visitor's Quarters dining on <a href="/title/C-Ration">C-rations</a> while the wind and rain whipped around furiously. Soon we were on a ship following the tail end of the <a href="/title/This+ocean+is+angry+but+I+might+live+through+it">typhoon</a> to Singapore. <p>The waters were so rough Sister and I spent a great deal of the voyage with our heads in paper bags. Once we&hellip; http://everything2.com:80/user/Lometa/writeups/January+4%252C+2008Lometahttp://everything2.com:80/user/Lometa2008-01-04T04:36:40Z2008-01-04T04:36:40Z <p><h2>Gallant young troupers</h2> <p><ul><i>"When we were growing up, every aspect of personal and private life was a measure of our father's professional competence." </i>&ndash; a <a href="/title/military+brat">military brat</a></ul> <p>Mary Edwards Wertch writes in her book <u> Military Brats</u> the recollection of a variety of children who grew up in the <a href="/title/authoritarian">authoritarian</a>, and not authoritative, there is a distinct difference, environs of the military. "The notions of conformity, order and obedience reign supreme... The great paradox of the military," writes Wertch" is that its members, its self appointed guardians of our cherished democratic values, do not live in a democracy themselves. Not only is individuality not valued in the military, it's discouraged. There is no freedom of speech, save on the most innocuous levels. There is no freedom of assembly for anything that is not authorized. There is not even a concept of privacy as civilians understand it, for in the military the distinction between public and private is&hellip;