500 million animals lost in Australian bushfires in 2019

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500 million animals lost in Australian bushfires in 2019

500 million animals lost in Australian bushfires in 2019

Australian bushfires : The true scope of the disaster is emerging, with ecologists reporting a heartbreaking mass loss of animals.

Sydney, NSW – The true cost of the bushfires on the Australian environment and ecology is only just coming to light.

Ecologists from the University of Sydney now estimate some 480 million mammals, birds & reptiles have been lost by the devastating bushfires in 2019.

There are now fears entire species of animals and plant life may be lost forever, with scientists moving to understand the full scope of destruction.

The estimates include some 8,000 koalas lost in the flames. About 30% of the entire koala population of NSW’s mid-north coast region has perished. There were only 28,000 koalas in the entire region before…

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Where’s The Pepperidge Farm Cinnamon Raisin Swirl Bread?

I’ve always loved this bread – still do, and treat myself to a toasted (best way) buttered slice some mornings.

I freeze the loaf to keep it fresh, and take a slice, put it in the microwave for about 10 seconds, to get it ready for toasting.  My tongue is already hanging out in anticipation.

I finally got to the last slice, which I had placed in the fridge a couple of days ago, so I put it on my shopping list for the next spree in Publix.  Doesn’t everybody have a food shopping list?

I usually make my Publix visits on Sunday morning, and my quest started almost a couple of months ago.  There was no P.F. Cinnamon Raisin Swirl bread on the shelf, so I spoke to the Manager – found out there’s no bread delivery on Sundays, so I made a mental note to come back during the week.

Still no P.F. Cinnamon Raisin Swirl bread.  I figured it was all sold out.  Went to “Customer Service” and put in a special order for the bread.  (I knew it might be an exercise in futility, but I did it anyway).

This continued for about a month – in the meantime, I was suffering from anxiety.  I started to have withdrawal symptoms – sweating, tasting the bread toasted and almost dripping with melted butter – yummm!  You understand, don’t you?

Last week, my efforts were rewarded – but it didn’t turn out the way you might expect.

I happened to complain again, but this time, I got the RIGHT PERSON!  She said, “Oh, it’s not on the shelf with the other Pepperidge Farm breads.  It’s further down on the shelf and to make things easier for our customers, we’ve grouped all the different brands of Cinnamon Raisin Swirl breads together.”

So much for progress.


A Family Telephone History

It was a few years after the end of WWII, when we got our telephone and we were the first family on the street where we lived to get one.  My father liked to “fiddle around” with little “handyman” jobs, and was drawn to the telephone gadget that was starting to become popular in the neighborhood.  And it gave him an excuse to “fiddle around” with making a small shelf in a corner near the stairs going up to the 2nd floor, on which to place the new telephone.  I can still see that picture in my mind.

I can remember my reaction to the weight of that huge, black phone, which seemed to have weighed too much for a little girl to hold for very long.  I also can recall that I never used it to call anyone – just might have answered it and told my Mom she was “wanted on the phone.”

Some years later, when I was 12 and a half, we moved.  That all-important phone was installed right away, and seemed to have taken on a life of its own.  All my parents’ family members had one, except for my Grandma.  She lived on the third floor of a walk-up apartment building, and couldn’t afford a phone, but that wasn’t a hindrance to communicating with family and friends.  The store below had a public phone booth, and the owner was nice enough to let my Grandma know that someone was on his phone who wanted to talk to her.  His method of communicating this message was to shout up from the sidewalk below the bedroom window, “Mrs. Blacker, there’s a phone call for you.”

The telephone changed color and placement.  My Mom got a phone installed on the wall between the kitchen and hallway and it was YELLOW!  And it had a VERY LONG CORD!  Privacy was no problem.  The cord extended all the way into the living room, and the adolescent me could talk for hours to friends.  Mom would get impatient, especially if she was expecting a call.  There was no beep signal to advise a call was coming in.  The caller would get only a busy signal.

There was no telephone extensions needed; however, I don’t remember if they were available then.  The house was small.  The phone was easily within reach, and I remember spending hours propped up against the living room wall, stretching the phone cord until it was ready to shout, “Help.”  Over years, it was stretched out to double its original length.

That same yellow wall phone was one of the main reasons why I fell in love with my first husband, Dan.  He had a deep and expressive voice.  I’m sure that was a strong part of the reason for my attraction to him.  We spent days of hours on the phone, even though he lived just down the block!

When Dan and I and our children moved to Long Island, NY, phone installation was high on the importance list, AND we had an extension in the bedroom!  And we were the first of our family and friends who got an answer machine.  As it was ’round the world, our personal reliance on the telephone was fast becoming the most important aspect of communication.  We found it important that, if we weren’t home, callers could leave a message!  BTW, that answer machine was humongous.  It also had two tapes – one for the greeting and one for messages.  If the message tape ran out, later callers couldn’t leave a message.

We took that answer machine with us when Danny and I moved to Florida.  It served its purpose beautifully.

I lost my Danny.

Time passed, and I moved on with my life, and the answering machine disappeared.  Next came the cellphone.

I purchased my first cellphone in 1997, and the only available plan was for 15 minutes a month!  I bought it for “emergency” purposes.  It was big, heavy and cumbersome and didn’t come in colors.  But it sure came in handy when needed.  It was literally a lifesaver.

Several styles went by the wayside – flip phone, small display windows, and finally, the SMART PHONE with the huge display.  I love my mobile phone (notice it’s no longer just a cellphone),  It is not only my mobile phone; it is also my mobile computer.  My whole life is on that precious gadget.

We’ve come a long way, baby.

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A Picture Says a Thousand Words …. “🧐 This One, a cartoon, screams, #97 …. U.S. History 🧐 …. “!!

It Is What It Is

~~April 3, 2019~~

Some say it began even earlier. I tend to agree.

It openly began with a descent on an escalator in New York City.

It was sealed on January 20, 2017.


The inauguration of Drumpf as the 45th president of the United States marked commencement of the four-year term of Drumpf as President and Mike Pence as Vice President.


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Borowitz Report …. “🤨 Where was Drumpf’s Father Born? …. Better Clarify 🤨 ….”!!

Ha ha. That look on Merkel’s face is precious. And this took place before tRump’s gaffe. Love Borowitz.

It Is What It Is

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The Boy Who Changed A Village

A simple solution to a heavy burden.

My Good Time Stories

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We all have struggles and burdens that we deal with on a daily basis. For untold thousands of people, they can carry hardships, misery, and a sense of doom with them for years.

Today, I would like to share the following story from a blogger friend of mine, Chuck L., author of a fabulous site, “Dr. Joy Finder.” I think that you will enjoy his “Bits of Wisdom,” art, and other ways of finding joy.

The Boy Who Saved A Village

Once upon a time in a small mountain village, it was the custom for the villagers to strap on their knapsacks each morning. Then, during the day, each time they worried about something or felt depressed about a problem, they would pick up a small pebble and put it in their knapsack. The knapsacks were heavy and a burden to carry because the…

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IOTD …. “🇵🇷 Images of the Day, Very Special Edition …. Alexandria Ocasio-Cortéz 🇵🇷 …. “!! Hi

Just had to share. This young woman is so extraordinary. I had no idea of all her accomplishments before reading Horty’s post.

It Is What It Is

~~February 12, 2019~~ 

Alexandria Ocasio-Cortéz

A proud, modern young woman. A well educated and prepared individual. The future of this nation.

More like her are needed!


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The Tantrum

A good lesson.

The Old Liberal

I was shopping at a Wegman’s grocery store a few years ago. In line ahead of me was a young mother with a cart full of food. And a 3 or 4 year old toddler.

As is often the case, the checkout lane was filled with those last minute items one tends to forget to buy. Like candy. And candy. And more candy.

I am not cynical enough (well, I am, actually) to think that grocery stores intentionally put loads of sweets right where little toddlers can see them. And demand them. And grab them. And cry for them.

Which is what this toddler did. He or she began whining. “I want..I want..I want”.

The young mother said “No.”

So, the toddler reached over and picked up candy bar and placed it on the counter.

We all waited to see what the mother would do. Would she give in? Would…

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Giving Respect

Every veteran who has served our country with distinction should be afforded an honorable and well-attended burial.

In Saner Thought

Closing Thought–29Jan19

Recently I wrote a post about the respect shown to an “Unclaimed” veteran……..https://lobotero.com/2019/01/22/those-unclaimed-veterans/

And again an outpouring of respect for the “Unclaimed” veteran…..

When the Central Texas State Veterans Cemetery announced that 72-year-old Joseph Walker was to be buried as an “unaccompanied veteran,” with nobody present but cemetery workers, the response was overwhelming. Roads around the cemetery were jammed and the service had to start late to accommodate the estimated 2,000 to 5,000 people who showed up to honor the Air Force veteran Monday, CNN reports. The cemetery said it had been unable to contact any relatives of the Vietnam-era vet, who served from 1964 to 1968 and received an honorable discharge. “If you have the opportunity, please come out and attend,” the Killeen cemetery said in a Facebook post. “We do NOT leave Veterans behind.”

Sen. Ted Cruz and CNN’s Jake Tapper were among those spreading word…

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