TBall throws me all off schedule.
You will notice the date on this blog is last week.
TBall was snowed out on the 10th and rescheduled for friday the 13th. Then there was a catch-up game tuesday the 17th and another make-up game monday the 23rd. Seems I’ve lost track of another game somewhere. Oh well …
I’m usually slow the day following a game.
It’s fun to watch TBall but I need back support so I will be taking a folding chair with me now that school is nearly out and TBall is probably over. I will be prepared for next season. Better late than never, right?
We shall see.
Now, with the end of school, it’s time for swim team to start.
Maybe I will get back to a schedule for the blog … sometime.
I ask readers to be patient as I play catch-up.
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I received my second Covid booster on monday the 23rd followed by my elder luncheon with friends, and a trip to the library. I decided to skip the planned shopping stop at Grocery Outlet. The day ended with a 4th TBall game this season in McCloud.
Further report sometime in the next week.
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I know of only four of us left from my high school graduating class. I am in email connection with only one of them. As you can imagine, he is very precious to me.
He recently sent me copies of pictures from our graduating year Tahquitz, the school year book. We were all soooooo young.
Those pictures reminded me of things I hadn’t thought about in years. I was class Vice President (and was supposed to go to the Senior Prom with the Class President but he came down with mumps so a cousin of mine came up from the city to take me to the Prom).
I was a member of the editorial staff of the Tahquitz in both my Junior and Senior years. I was a member of CSF (the California Scholastic Federation). I graduated with a 3.9. The valedictorian and Salutatorian both had 4.0s. I was on the girls’ hockey team (we wore shorts which looked like pleated short skirts). I was a member of the Spanish Club (not too much of that class stuck). And acted in school plays (the one one I really remember was the one in which I was the house maid and in the second act the elastic in my halfslip broke and it slipped down around my ankles so I stepped out it, pushed it aside under a table, and continued without a break in my dialogue (yes we wore dresses and skirts with blouses) to school with appropriate underthings in those days).
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This is turning into a bit of a personal opinion rant, so skip the next part of the blog if you aren’t interested. You have been warned …
In addition to the high school memories, some memories were dredged up triggered by news reports, dealing with the shortage of baby formulas.
It would seem the shortage would have been a lot less tragic had women (and men) not been brainwashed over the past several decades to think of breast feeding babies during the first months of their lives, thereby gaining more nutrition and receiving immunities transferred from mother to infant through breast milk, as not normal and in some cases disgusting.
I acknowledge there are cases where breastfeeding is dangerous or not possible, but they are not widespread. There are other options available such as banks of mothers’ milk maintained for replacement (I donated while nursing), arrangements to pump at home and leave it refrigerated or with caregivers for use when the mother is at work, arrangements with employers for a “nursing” area, the acceptance of nursing time as part of the time allowed for work breaks, and others of which I am unaware. What would help immeasurably is education about the medical advantages to both mother and baby of at least even a few months of breastfeeding following birth.
I spoke with some new mothers who are breastfeeding and asked how it was going …
Granted it was a small sample (I live in an area with a small population). However, each woman with whom I talked mentioned the labeling, at work as well as sometimes even within social circles and family, of breastfeeding as abnormal and the lack of information and support in the first the first few days of “latching on”.
If prenatal as well as postnatal caregivers (doctors, nurses, midwives (when available) would advocate for breastfeeding and be available to help with support for problems … but you know where I’m going with this rant.
Thanks for reading.
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“The megarich are getting richer. A new billionaire was minted nearly every day during the pandemic. At the same time, data shows growing levels of inequality and rising food prices could push as many as 263 million people into extreme poverty this year.
… Copied from CNN the 23rd of May 2022.”
Just thought you might be interested in knowing where you are in which group.
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And as an end to this posting …
The biggest waste of time is arguing with the fool and fanatic who doesn’t care about truth or reality, but only the victory of their beliefs and illusions. Never waste time on discussions that make no sense. There are people who, for all the evidence presented to them, do not have the ability to understand. Others who are blinded by ego, hatred and/or resentment, and the only thing that they want is to be right even if they aren’t.
When IGNORANCE SCREAMS, intelligence moves on.
… Author Unknown
So,‘til next week …