Today marks the anniversary of Christopher Columbus landing on an island near the Bahamas and believing he was in Asia. My, was he wrong. No one in my father’s family was ever wrong, so they thought. They believed they were really French. They just couldn’t reconcile themselves to be Dutch. In reality, they are Frisian, but how do you explain what that means? I never expected Ronald Reagan to be elected president. My, was I wrong.
When have you been really, really, right? When have you been really, really, wrong?
Trail Baboon 
Well I’m wrong a lot but I don’t know if I’m really really wrong a lot. I was certainly wrong when I thought I would make it till Halloween wearing zorries and sandals this year. Had to break out fat socks yesterday.
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With the snow
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Fat socks? Never heard that term before. Does that mean thick socks that are warmer than skinny socks? 🙂 I’ve heard of people breaking out their “fat pants” when they gain a few pounds. Now I’ll be thinking of overweight feet all day. ;-(
Chris
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I have years and years of anecdotal evidence that thick socks are warmer than thin socks.
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Wuss! There’s no accumulation of snow on the ground, so I’m hanging in there with my sandals.
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Yeah yeah I know. But yesterday I had to sit outside for about 5 minutes waiting for a friend pick me up and it took two hours before my feet warmed up. So today fuzzy socks.
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Icy feet are no fun, though purple feet are quite the fashion statement.
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I hate it when my feet are cold. Makes me crazy daughter runs around without socks in the winter.
Kelly is just always cold anyway. Makes her crazy I run around in sleeveless T-shirt. (Today even I put on a fleece sweater type thing. And my feet are cold because I’m too lazy to get fat socks.)
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One last PSA for Blevins. Tomorrow 2 p.m. my. VSs house instead of Caroline’s
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I had hoped to get there, but alas, not this time.
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ill come at halftime for my football game and have a small screen on my phone to watch the 2nd half
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Well, I’m really, really right all the time!
But there have been two times recently when I was resoundingly wrong, and both involved going into panic mode. First was during our Book Sale, as we were just starting to set up. Several things demanded my attention at once, and I got it in my head that the first load of book boxes coming in hadn’t been sorted; I got kind of short with one person and apologized later…
Then last week I substituted for Husband’s meal delivery route. I got the codes turned around, delivered where meals were NOT needed, and missed the ones that wanted meals. I realized at some point that someone had made a terrible error, but I expected to learn that it was whoever made the list – it didn’t occur to me to see if I had it turned around.
These two instances back-to-back are somewhat disturbing. In both cases, there were clues I missed that should have alerted me to the real situation.
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Your first sentence was my first thought, too. And when I get into that mindset nobody else wants to be around me!
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Christopher Columbus is in the headlines today as a bad man who has had his sins overlooked but no more will be allowed to skate by unnoticed as an abuser and supremisist that in my crystal ball will be referred to as the exhero of our countries beginnings
Donald trump, me too, Calhoun and the statues to unacceptable southern generals and slavers have all seen the world come to realize that wrong behavior has been accepted and swept under the rug in the past but no more
My kids asked me how Indian they are and I have to figure it out
My great grandfather was 1/2 (his mother on the Rez in 1875 and a white guy who couldn’t get her to leave and move to town) he started out life on the Rez and then moved to the white world where he drank the kool aid and had a remarkable life.
So grandma 1/4 mom 1/8 me 1/16 them 1/32.
His other half was 100% polish so the get that too
My kids are also German Dutch on their moms side so they get that
When I was growing up I thought I was irish because my dad told stories and the stories usually involved the irish part of the family.
I was right and wrong at the same time
Jones is welsh and there are some other bits of dribs and drabs of bloodline minutia that pops up now and then.
I’m right too infrequently in general and wrong too often to be surprised but I keep putting one foot in front of the other and hoping to be able to right the wrongs I have become accustomed to as I make my way through this big ol rapidly evolving politically correct on the one hand, lost in the Cretan backwaters of ugliness on the other world
Right and wrong here we go
Lost my phone Monday and the new replacement has caps
Damn
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Losing a phone is so inconvenient. Like changing computers.
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Luckily it’s all backed up on the cloud
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Rise and Shine Baboons,
When I back myself into that corner of “I have to be right” it seems like nothing goes very well. That said, I just love it when I am right. Why is that so satisfying? That smugness just wreaks havoc with relationships in the longer term. Over the long term I find that I just don’t trust people who have to be “right” about things a lot. They often lack any insight about politics, religion, what is ethical, or what is really effective. I am not sure that it mattered if Columbus was correct or not about finding “India.” He really did stumble into something significant.
I am finding that my new knee is often right when it comes to predicting a big weather change. With this storm coming through it is throbbing a lot, correctly reporting the change of season.
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The last thing I would presume is to have all the answers, but I’m also rarely really, really wrong. I like to think I make intelligent, reasoned decisions before I proclaim something as fact. But I’ve never been mortified to find out something I did or thought was 100% false. 90%, maybe. 🙂
Chris in Owatonna
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After our father’s death in 1999, my sister had an opportunity to move into the charming but odd cottage where my folks lived for three decades. I told her that moving to their home would not make her happy. “Wherever you go, for better or worse, you are you. Changing homes cannot make anyone a happier person. It just doesn’t work that way.”
Now, cue that ugly blatting noise they use on game shows when somebody comes up with the wrong answer. WAAAAAugh!
Moving to the Crystal Bay cottage is one of the best things my sister ever did. That home and that location have been a joy for her ever since. I could not have been more totally wrong (although I accurately predicted that her property taxes would soar).
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Somebody said that you could predict death and taxes (Shakespeare? Ben Franklin?). Whoever that was WAS RIGHT
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The only things certain are death and taxes
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it was benjamin franklin
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Here’s a reference to the origins of that idiom: https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Death_and_taxes_(idiom) It apparently predates Benjamin Franklin.
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I had a friend who worked on heavy metal on construction sites. One day he injured his back on the job and could never “work iron” again. He applied for an insurance settlement. The insurance people refused to pay. Bob took them to court.
He phoned me one afternoon. “I just won the case! Big, big settlement. I”m rich! And this is all tax-free income. Grooms, they say there’s nothin’ sure but death and taxes. Well, I just beat taxes and now I’m workin’ on death.”
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I thought I was wrong once, but I was mistaken. 🙂
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Then again, everything I say is a lie. Why don’t you believe me?
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Snort!
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when we were up north my son asked me why the lowere branches of the pine trees didnt have any needles. he wondered if they were dying. i answereed that the sun not being able to get at them made the needles fall off over time and it dawned on me that i pass that out as fact when in reality it is simply the conclusion i have come to. i make up lots of little stories in this life about why stuff is the way it is and proclaim it to be the reality of the situation when in fact it could easily be something else all together.
i am reminded of the woman who cut of the first 1/4 of the ham before she put it in the pan to cook for easter dinner. her littel girl asked why she did it and was told it was because her mother had done it. she called her mother to find out why she did it and she said it was because her mother had done it. the great grandmother was still alive so they called her and asked why she had always cut off the 1/4 of the ham before she put it in the oven and the grear grandma replied that she cut it off because the pan was too short.
i think a lot of facts are done beause … without a lot of thought . it must be right , thats how i learned it form someone who knew so i dont need to think about it.
i will state as fact that this is truy and live my life under that premise for a while until i am redirected.
i remember a right wing friend who was criticizing bill clinton for having an opinion and then after having a discussion with people changing and having the original opinion altered even changed after a discussion with the experts at the table. i commented that i thought that was one of his strong suits… he listened to the presentations and checked the facts and altered his beliefs based on the new reality he was aware of. my friend said he had never thought of it that way and agreed that the ability to change your mind is an asset. so i pointed out that he changed his mind about changing your mind and we got a smile.
he also got real upset with martha stewart when she went to jail. what kind of horrible person with think that was ok and i pointed out that she simply got a phone call form someone telling her that her stock would be worthless tomorrow and she was too dumb to know how to ditch it without getting caught . she obviously just called her guy and said dume the stock and sold it for full price instead of 10% of that the next day. what would you do i asked? he said “huh i never thought of that “. thats my kind of right and then reevaluating the new reality
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I think “What would you do?” is a great question to ask after giving all the facts you know like that. It expresses curiosity, which feels different from trying to make a person change their mind.
I do the same thing you talked about first – making a pronouncement about something you actually know next to nothing about. In fact, I get called out on that by Husband fairly often, and he’s right (but don’t let him see this).
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I think that’s how “old wives’ tales” are born. Information about a lot of things gets passed on from generation to generation, and sometimes that information is false. For instance, my mother believed that you should never boil parsley, that it became poisonous if you did. To this day, my sister still believes this. I told her if this were true, I’d long be dead. I usually include parsley when I make homemade broth, and it will simmer on the stove for hours.
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Maybe if you boil it after you eat it there’s a problem
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I grow parsley every year and then dry a big bunch of it–it is drying now on the porch. Parsley is such an innocuous herb that is primarily a garnish. I like it because it adds some visual interest to dishes that appear bland, even if they are not. It puzzles me that it could become a topic of any controversy or wives’ tale at all.
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Dedications rage
Elizabeth Jane LBGTQ activist
Help we all seek
Credits echo
Spelled verse – pain travels no regret just wait
Love matters hardly
Water-loos name
Needs sleep; rest ashore
Memo deep spinning horror show
Please go: name all partners; friends never to keep
I’ll bit my lips twice
Body’s revealing scandal
Amused tongue
I’ll fallow
Languages ramble, more then kiss whom smartly
Those hand we all
Wait… must hear this bashing phrase
Truths not attractive
Writings dirty & challenging
dancing contact
Hips swayed verity
Quite & slow, strangely what-ever.
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Incandescentproseblog, I’d love to like and comment on your poetry, but truth be told, I don’t understand it. It’s interesting and all, but despite several readings, I have no clue what you’re trying to convey. Any hints or help?
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In other words, it’s not incandescent unless it can shed some light.
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It’s not really prose, either. It’s as if the blog was named by Republicans.
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Snort! What a terrible thing to say to someone.
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Yep– It’s almost like the ‘stream-of-consciousness’ speaking we accuse tim of. Only not as good as tim’s.
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That’s almost a nice thing to say
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Hide Gin
Day Dream
Pluve Shalom, Lolo
Better Again
Hungarian V. Jew Hebrew
English Peace Version
Noemi Ban
A holocaust Survuior
For Niomee
For Ban
058
Noemi ( know-amy )
Letter Burning
Suttogás
Sayonara MaMa Je’t”aime
( Japanese – noun remark adieu, good- bye Acknowledge, arriverderci)…
Penalty
The No ones I Like, Both Lines
Genes Phasing
Cemetery Black
Rhythm
Beat
slam
Standing Naked In The dark
Regret Just Wait…
I’ll bite my lips twice
Amused tongue!
Truths not attractive
Good lines
Writing dirty & challenging
Dancing contact
Hips swayed verity
Yes
Love Hardly Matters!
Needs Sleep;
Memo
Please
Go Name All Partners: Never Friends Too Keep Then?
There’s dressing up in the streets
Hips swayed verity!
Sighs, songs, ‘’thy Thmas’’,
Theres slam, lines made too better understand
Welcome Ahundrad Thousands
Mountains
Dedications rage, Remember a single message choir beat. English Peace Version
Good lines
Writing dirty & challenging
Rhythm
Beat
Slam.
just Wait…
I’ll bite my lips twice
Amused tongue!
Good lines
Beat
Slam.
Sighs, songs, ‘’thy Thmas’’,
just Wait…
I’ll bite my lips twice
Good lines
Beat
Welcome Ahundrad Thousands
Go Name All Partners: Never Friends Too Keep Then?
Memo
058
Noemi ( know-amy )
Letter Burning
Suttogás
Sayonara MaMa Je’t”aime
( Japanese – noun remark adieu, good- bye Acknowledge, arriverderci)…
Penalty
The No ones I Like, Both Lines
BG
Deep spinning horror show
Seek help all we spelled verse, pain travels-no regret
Body’s revealing scandal
Languages ramble, kiss more – whom smartly
Those hand all we
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I can’t find a video of the “Their Way” song. But here are the lyrics. I always enjoyed this song. More so since I work at a college.
THEIR WAY
https://www.copticdadandmom.com/their-way-my-way-education-parody/
I came, bought all my books, lived in a dorm, followed directions,
I worked, I studied hard, met lots of folks who had connections.
I crammed, they gave me grades, though may I say not in a fair way,
But more, much more than this, I did it their way.
I learned a lot of facts although I know I’ll never use them.
The courses that I took were all required; I didn’t choose them.
I learned, that to survive, it’s best to act the doctrinaire way.
And so I buckled down and did it their way.
But there were times I wondered why I had to walk when I could fly.
I had my doubts, but after all, I clipped my wings, I learned to crawl.
I learned to bend, and in the end, I did it their way!
And now, my fine young friend, I have become a full Professor,
Where once I was oppressed, I have become the cruel Oppressor!
Like me, you’ll learn to fly, you’ll learn to climb life’s golden stairway!
Like me, you’ll see the light. You’ll do it my way!
What can I say, what can I do?
Go to the book, read Chapter 2.
And if to you it seems routine, don’t speak to me, go tell the Dean.
As long as they give me my pay, I’ll do it my way.
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Renee, I am wondering how much snow you had? Do you have electricity?
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We had only about 4 inches, and it is all melted. It was far worse in the central and eastern part of the state. It was a mild storm, no loss of power.
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OT – Today husband turns 70! I think he’s slightly depressed about it; feels old. Of course, it doesn’t help that this year, Jon, who shared this birthday, is no longer here to help celebrate. Tonight we’re going to hear Richard Schindell at the Ginkgo, so we’ll stretch the celebration out over several days. Don’t want to rush dinner in order to be at Ginkgo by 7 PM.
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Happy Birthday! Enjoy the day. Isn’t 70 the new 50?
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I know I’ve made some bad choices. Way back when I was 13, I shouldn’t have thought cleaning my boot on the feed bunk auger was a good idea. Course if I didn’t have all those leg issues I may have ended up in the National Guard and life would have been different. (Not a criticism, just saying). And I wouldn’t have hung out in the library with Mike Bratten for all those gym classes I couldn’t do. (Mike had a heart condition so that’s why he was skipping gym).
I’ve been right a few times too; I was right to ask Kelly to marry me. I was right to not take that job that one time. I was right to sell the cows when I did.
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It’s tempting to look back on all the unwise, impulsive, or downright stupid decisions we’ve made over a life time, and be filled with regret or remorse. In retrospect, and with all of the subsequently acquired knowledge, it’s easy to see what we could have done differently. If we have learned from our missteps, that’s probably the best use of those mistakes. I’ve done lots of stupid stuff in my life, and consider myself damn lucky to have not suffered any serious damage in the process.
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Kelly and I joke: “You were right. I was less right”.
This clip has nothing to do with anything except it makes me laugh and the phrase “..ya dumb love of my life!”, which I thought about when saying I was less right.
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