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Have you seen the latest pictures from Mars? If I didn’t know any better, I’d think they had captured the image of a Jedi Knight taking a walk on the Red Planet. Millions of dollars are spent to get equipment from Earth up there and what gets sent back isn’t clear, but out of focus. I’ glad the equipment landed. What happened to good digital pictures? This isn’t what I’d call a Kodak moment.

Of course these pictures happen and there are pictures taken right here on Earth that are interesting. Lights in the sky in Texas. At first, no explanation is given, now all of a sudden the Air Force says there were night maneuvers going on with some of the military. When there were no explanations, it was more interesting in a way. We all had a chance to exert our imaginations to figure out an explanation for what was seen and filmed. Maybe I shouldn’t say filmed, but video’d. I’m showing my age. Oh well, it happens.

Sometimes it is still fun to imagine visitors from another planet. Wait a minute—That’s US! We are all ain’t Martians. Imagine what they’d think if they saw the Mars Rover or some of the things we’ve left on the moon.

Does that make us interplanetary litterbugs? Ooops!

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A few years ago I had tried something new. It smelled wonderful! I took some onions, diced finely, put them in a pot with some water; wanted them cooked thoroughly. Otherwise they might hurt my husband. With the water boiling away, I sliced up some carrots. While they were cooking, diced up potatoes and then dumped them in with a touch of salt and some pepper.

I wasn’t sure which seasonings to use so used some dried oregano that I’d grown. We’d recently had a turkey, so I cut up some of the turkey meat, both the white and dark meat. I let this all simmer for a while. I had a little bit of broccoli hanging out in the fridge. I cut it up and threw it in too. It all smelled wonderful. After simmering for a while the house was filled with a wonderful aroma.

The juice in the soup needed thickening so I mixed up a little water with some flour and stirred it in. My stomach was growling but I let the stew simmer for a little while longer so the flavors could blend a little. Served the soup up to my husband and niece, had some crackers ready and we began to eat.

There was a moment of silence. Suddenly, at the same time, my husband and niece both said simultaneously—Are you trying to poison us??? It smelled wonderful!? I took a taste and found out what they meant. YUK! What happened? A whole pot of food, totally inedible. We ate macaroni and cheese. I took the stew and poured it out so a neighbor’s dog could eat it. He came over, sniffed, ate a bite, then turned around and went and rolled himself where a nearby septic tank was leaking. The ultimate insult from a dog! I guess turkey and broccoli don’t mix. Ouch!

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It’s been a while since I felt like writing something. It’s hard to think when I can’t focus.

Some of the offerings on TV have been pathetic. There are soap operas in the daytime, there are soap operas at night. Most of the soap operas focus on rich people. Whoopee. Ordinary people lead interesting lives also. I mean survival of course. Things that are more important than just wearing the “right” designer; Being so skinny that you could be from a third world country; going to the “right” restaurant; hanging out with the “right” crowd. Get real people!

Ordinary people work each day to keep a roof over their heads. They scramble to put food on the table. When a child gets sick, they fight to raise the money to pay for medicine and medical bills. Why are ordinary people ignored? What they have to do to survive each day, going from one payday to the next, isn’t glorious. However, the fight for survival is very real. It’s not phony, made up, or falsely glamorized. Yet, everywhere we look in the media, we have snooty rich people pushed into our faces. These rich people get treated as if they are better than ordinary folks just because their wallets are fatter, or their faces are seen by cameras. Why are they allowed to get away with dangerous behavior that would have ordinary people locked away? Go figure.

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I like to talk. Just recently found out the possibility that I might like to write also. Isn’t it amazing that your thoughts can be shared with others. Sometimes things I see or hear make me sad. Sometimes they make me happy. I don’t like to make others sad.

Sometimes in the morning. I get up; waddle to the front door (yes, I said waddle–in the morning that’s how I walk); I waddle to the front door; open it; and look outside. The sun shines; the birds sing; the breeze blows gently. Yea! It’s great, I’m alive.

I shut the door; sit on the couch; I sneeze; my eyes water; my throat tickles. Thank God for benedryl!

Yup..allergies; but I’m alive!

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I must be weird! I like junk mail. It comes in all shapes and sizes. Sometimes it even has little surprises in it, almost like Cracker Jacks. Some of my favorites contain little plastic cards in them that imitate credit cards. My husband uses those plastic pieces in his arts and crafts hobbies. AOL used to send out discs to convince people to use it’s business. Those discs make good decorations for Christmas, or even sparklers to put in fruit trees to scare away birds. I’ve seen it done and made some decorations myself. Those disc boxes could also be used to put homemade necklaces in for presents.

Some junk mail has shown up with pennies, or penny stamps inside. The pennies went into a jar; the stamps went on packages. Am I recycling? Sort of.

Some of the junk mail can be used for paper mache projects. Some, which are almost like newspapers can be used when shining shoes or painting items. Of course a lot of junk mail goes into the trash unopened. It gives the trash man a little extra to haul off. Even if there aren’t any bills in the mail, I can’t almost always count on having junk mail to sort through. At least someone other than bill collectors know I’m here!

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