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Jean McDermott is a freelance writer and professional muscian.
A friend's VA doc started giving him calcium supplements that he doesn't like. So he gave them to me. They are made of oystershell, which of course isn't absorbed very well by the human body. Plus, the more I thought about it, the more I seemed to remember there was something bad about taking oystershell....oh yeah! Now I remember..... It has LEAD IN IT! Gee, thanks VA for trying to poison my friend!
Now the question is, what do I do with this stuff? Can't put in in the ground, can't flush it, that's the same as putting in the ground. Can't feed it to animals, because lead isn't good for any animals.
DISCLAIMER: You'd think I'd label myself a Trekkie. I'm not. I have never been
anywhere near a Trek convention. I actively avoid those Star Trek
paperbacks at the used book store. I don't own a communicator pin or any
Spock ears. However I'm old enough to have seen the entire progress of
each show from beginning to end.
I could not buy Zachary Quinto as Spock, no
way, no how. It looked like Quinto was trying really hard not to move his face. That's not acting. He wasn't Spock. I could see him pretending to be Spock. And speaking of acting...the acting was very uneven, even forced. I felt sorry for
the guy who had to play Dr. McCoy. I think he gave it his best college
try, but using Bones' syntax and inflections (and I thought he did a
good job of that) doesn't make up for poor writing and directing.
The plot was one big cheat. A separate timeline due to a screw-up in the
space-time continuum? It's the old "and then I woke up" thing. Cheap.
I loved Simon Pegg as Scotty, mainly because he acted like himself,
instead of trying to re-create Officer Scott. And at least he had a
better Scottish accent than our late, lamented Engineer.
The sets would have been fab if they were trying to make a Star Trek
movie set in the far future. But this was supposed to be back when Jim
Kirk was a youngster. The fancy bridge on the Enterprise was far more
advanced-looking than the bridge on the Next Generation series. Which
makes no sense. Not that I expected the funky sets from the original
series, but it made me wonder if the set designers had ever really seen
Star Trek before.
I didn't care for the Romulan pirates, either. They didn't look like
Romulans. They looked very cool and dangerous, yes. But their ship, and
their makeup and costuming looked like nothing we'd ever seen in any
Star Trek movie. You would think they wouldn't try to change the
physical look of an entire race! It reminded me of how Klingons used to
look like bad guy movie Russians in the first show, and then suddenly
they had major physical changes in TNG. I remember someone asking Worf
about it, and he replied, "We do not talk about it."
It feels to me that there were too many people working on this project
who either didn't get a clear idea of what the vision was, or that the
vision was seriously out of touch with what Star Trek is all about. "Let's make a bunch of money!" I can hear the producers now. The real Star Trek isn't about action, it's about people, like all good stories. Sure, there were sops to Spock struggling with his Vulcan traditions, there was a bit about Kirk being too impetuous, but not much, really. This Star Trek movie was all about blowing things up, when you get right down to it. You might as well go watch "Transformers" if you want that.
And let's talk about Spock and Uhura making out. Please. Make. It. Stop. I was startled at how nauseated it made me. It was just so wrong. And not only were they sucking face, they were sucking face in front of the whole crew. It just didn't fit.
It's been steadily warming up here. I turned off the heater in the tank room and so far, so good. About two weeks ago I think I saw dirt for the first time since last year when the snow fell. The driveway hard pack was scraped away last week into big piles of snirt (snow + dirt = snirt), and I am starting to see grass and old fireweed emerge from the melted away edges of the snow.
I switched coats, from my heavy winter puffy coat to a lighter jacket. And I'm not wearing three to four layers anymore. Just a shirt and a jacket. I lost my hat, and one day I actually forgot to switch shoes when leaving my studio and ended up wearing sandals outside!
You could say that things were warming up. You could say that Spring is here.
So imagine my dismay to wake up at 8:30 and see lots of snow falling and sticking. I tried to get up and feel good about the day but every time I looked out the window I just got mad. So I went back to bed. Sofie was already there and Ole joined me and we all fell asleep...
...and I dreamed. I was with Ole and Sofie at Denali National Park. Someone else was with me, but I don't remember who. Some guy. He stupidly opened the back of the SUV and just let Sofia jump out. She promptly leaped down an embankment and pounced on a GREEN bird and ran off with the bird in her mouth disappearing into the woods.
I didn't even bother to yell at the moron who let her loose, I just ran after her, trying to keep her in sight. She circled a little bit and then literally disappeared and I lost her with no idea where she was. Of course I was freaking out. She's part coyote, she'll get shot for a coyote, she won't come back....etc.
My dreams generally have some comedy, but while I was in the dream there was only this desperate fear, and heart pain, and all I wanted to do was get people to help me find her. I went into a gift shop and started asking if anyone had seen Sofia. No one had. I kept walking and, as they will in dreams, the building got bigger and bigger. Eventually I had to pee. I went into a bathroom and got all the way across a huge room, passing sinks and suddenly heard MEN'S voices. Uh oh. Then I heard tinkling on porcelain. Peeked around a corner...urinals and guys....ack ack ack....totally forgot I had to go at that point! I tried going back out the door I came in and suddenly I was in a men's locker room, complete with naked guys! Ack ack ack! I'm backing out, begging them to tell me how to get out of there, they are pointing some in one direction, others in another direction and it's so embarrassing! I'm still terribly anxious about Sofia and asking them if they would look for her. (It wasn't guys with good physiques. It was regular guys with pot bellies, scrawny chests and stuff. Guys with good bodies, that's a DIFFERENT dream!)
Somehow I finally got out of the locker room/bathroom and back outside, and still no sign of Sofia. There seemed to be no hope, and then I woke up, realized it had been a dream, and knew she was right here in the room with me. OH what a relief!
Then I looked out the window and the snow had stopped, and the sun was peeking through! Well, I thought, maybe this day is going to be okay anyway!
And just to make that thought solid, something else happened just a few minutes ago. While typing here on the computer, I heard Bucky start going "ACK-ACK! ACK-ACK!" over and over and very annoyingly. Suddenly his ack-acks were joined with a high "WOOOOOOooooooOOOOOOOOOoooooOOOOOO!" Ole was right on my feet, it had to be Sofie! Ole and I ran upstairs and there was Sofie, curled up on the bed calmly singing away while Bucky continued acking. She was clearly having fun, not being predatory. Ole joined in for a minute with his own WOOOs. He jumped up on my chest and looked me right in the eye as if to say, "MOM! You gots to sing too!" If only I had a video of it!
Just the other day I'd been trying to get the dogs to sing with me. Gee, I never considered going ACK-ACK super loud to get them to howl!
Fender bought out Tacoma, much to the loss of the music community. This guitar is no longer made, and if the Tacoma brand still exists, Fender most likely will have them manufactured in Asia. This is one of the last American-made guitars around for a reasonable price.
It has an abalone shell inlay around the sound hole, a beautiful
spruce top, rosewood back, and is in pristine condition. Rich sound. Made in the USA.
It retailed for $1410 and I am selling it for $700. The headstock
picture shows original price tag. It's absolutely in gorgeous condition.
Price does not include a case. You can use my PayPal link to pay for it, if you like, but email me first and come down to my studio to see and play it! If you want to buy it but are far away, shipping, packing and handling will have to be added to the price.
Way back in December our friend Jen sent the dogs presents and she didn't forget Bucky in the goody box. Parrots being the smart and wary creatures they are, Bucky wasn't going to go anywhere near his toy though! However he got a huge kick out of the screaming chimp toy right away.
Then on March 7 Bucky decided the toy was benign and he spent a joyful afternoon attacking and destroying it. When it was all reduced to shreds and crumbles, and those crumbles had fallen below his cage floor, he walked back and forth, clucking and chirping and looking down, wishing he had it back again! (You have to forgive him for watching Days of Our Lives while he was playing.)
Two days ago I came home with a purchase in a pretty sturdy brown paper bag. Never one to let something go to waste, I thought Bucky needed a new challenge, now that his Christmas toy was history. I rolled the top of the bag to keep it open, tossed a couple of birdie bread chunks in the bottom of it, plus two well-loved (chewed up) bits of wood toy, and stuck it in his cage.
He spent one day looking at it and walking around it. The next day he started poking holes in it. He spent HOURS contemplating the inside of it! The light from the window made it bright inside, which I think looked inviting.
Yesterday he really started attacking it! And this morning I had to run upstairs due to all the racket he was making and found him INSIDE the bag! He'd already dragged one toy out. He was having a great time!
Which he then ended with an extended Paper Bag Cave Meditation.