Dumber And Dumbest

In Saner Thought

A rainy Sunday…..makes for a lazy day and lucky for me I do lazy really well……

When I first saw the movie Idiocracy I thought that it was very prophetic….and as the years go by it proves to be a work of prophecy.  Even the society at large sees that the population is getting dumber and dumber…..

It’s official: We’re not getting any smarter. Worse, media exposure might be to blame. Researchers analyzed 730,000 IQ scores of Norwegian men entering the country’s military draft who were born between 1962 and 1991, per ScienceAlert. They found that IQ scores rose almost 0.3 points per year among men born between 1962 and 1975, then declined for men born after 1975. Overall there was a 7-point dip per generation, reports Newsweek. And the Norway study is no outlier: Other studies by European and Scandinavian researchers have noted a similar trend, notes

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Holy Hell and Despots

Very well stated. I agree with every word. We are at the mercy of this genius maniac. Our Congress won’t save us. He has cast a spell. They have thrown away any moral qualities they,might have had.

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I read somewhere recently that hungry hearts willingly eat lies, or something to that effect. This simple statement stuck with me and I wondered how many different situations it might apply too.

Certainly in our personal relationships. All of us at one time or another have fooled ourselves or allowed ourselves to be fooled because of our own need for love, safety and security. Maybe we simply allowed our hungry heart to override our intellect diving into the shallow end head first even knowing it was ultimately going to hurt. We eat the lies fed to us, the lies we need to hear for our hearts survival.

Now I come to the real crux of my meandering thoughts on why this simple statement has stuck with me. The real question I have been asking for days, weeks, months even; can entire groups of people become ‘hungry’ and swallow lies? Swallow…

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Togetherness At Last!!

Patches never wanted Rusty to be part of our family.  When he arrived, at the end of 2005, Patches ignored him and if he got too close, she would hiss and push him away – not too gently.

Rusty was never put off for long.  He was born friendly.  Over these long years, it was evident to me that these two would never be close.

However, lately, things have softened.  Patches has started to allow Rusty to get close:

This is for real.  Not photoshopped!

We’re a close family now.  Finally.

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Rusty Has His Morning Routine Down Pat

We all know that animals (even humans) have their familiar habits and routines which make us all feel comfortable.

Rusty, of course, has his.  Below are the 2 videos that make up our daily morning routine.  Of course, I usually have to interrupt my breakfast to accommodate him. He can be bossy at times (all the time!).  If I’m not quick enough, he lets me know about it!!  But it’s worth it.

It’s heartening to see that Rusty’s back legs are working better.  But, when I can, I encourage him to walk down the steps near the loveseat; otherwise, I pick him up from wherever, and gently place him on the floor.  For at least the next couple of weeks, I have to be careful about his jumping, even though he might want to do it.  Not easy when you’re dealing with a cat.

I mention “Down Pat” in the title.  For his reward, he gets Pat-ted Down.

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Rescued Tortie Politely Asks Adopters For A Loving Home — Cole & Marmalade

Written by: Yassar Nakchbendi, Chirpy Cats Photo Courtesy: Yasaar Nakchbendi — Scout the tortie enjoying nature’s delights in the catnip tunnelThe room was flooded with the sound of persistent and excited meows. Each cat was desperately singing their finest ‘a-cat-pella’ to lure potential takers. There was a shadow at the corner of my eye and…

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I Realize I Have To Choose My Pleasures More Carefully

I’m taking a different tack:  Putting the usual moral of story at the beginning.

Moral of story:  Do a better job of planning visits, celebrations and finding out what kind of seating the restaurant has.

The bane of my life since age 20 has been the results of a bad fall which left permanent damage to my lower back, but not eligible for surgery.  Off and on the flareups incapacitated me seriously, and finally, a very severe one occurred while at work several decades ago.  One of my coworkers suggested a chiropractor who helped his father during a very bad back pain.

I went, even though I was a child of the time when the AMA was bad-mouthing chiropractors as “quacks.”  I was desperate.  He helped a great deal, and after a few visits, I seemed to go back to “normal.”  No pain, and active again.

I’ve had to visit chiropractors more frequently as I’ve grown older.  Naturally.

Stress seems to have played a part in my “attacks.”  My last one, occurring near the end of May, about 4 weeks ago, was at the start of a very busy time:

Patches, my old girl Eoxitic Shorthair of 15 yrs., had to have her teeth cleaned and, being a stressed cat,  she needed gabapentin to calm her for the non-anesthetic dental; had to prepare for an out-of-town visitor in a couple of days; celebrate my birthday with my son and his wife for a luncheon; daughter’s visit for a couple of days (she’s a pleasure – no special preparation); going out for birthday  dinner; disrupted household, which also upset my 2 cats because our daily routines and loving attention were not going very well; had to visit chiropractor 3 days in a row for help with back pain; telephone from HOA office to advise pickup truck (belonging to visitor) is not allowed overnight on the driveway (stupid, in my opinion) which necessitated going back and forth to daughter’s house where truck could stay overnight for 2 nights which meant mornings and evenings (4 trips back and forth altogether); and aching back.

That’s my recent story.  The stress of too much coming together hit my weak spot.  Sleep was difficult.  Bed was out of bounds for 3 nights, and had to “sleep” sitting up on the loveseat.  The pain was very bad – needed a walker to get around in the house, and my greatest concern was taking care of my cats.

After 3 weeks, and more chiropractic visits, I was starting to feel better, but then, Rusty my almost 13 yr. old Exotic, starting showing weakness in his back legs 4 days ago.  They were flip-flopping.  Visits to veterinarians are stressful all around.  Two visits and X-Rays and pain meds for him. Hopefully, this will improve in a couple of weeks, according to vet. But, between Rusty and Patches (who has trouble walking), it means lots of bending and lifting.

Things were still going upwards concerning my back, but then, I went out for dinner at a Greek restaurant yesterday with my SOLOS Club, and I’ve been set backward.  The chairs were hard; there was a very thin layer of foam under the covering.  I knew when I sat down I was going to be in trouble.  And today, I’ve slid down in my recovery.

BTW, I really did enjoy dinner out, because the food and wait staff were good, and the chatter around the table was excellent with my friends.  But, sometimes, pleasure comes with pain afterwards. For me.

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Trump taking his insanity beyond the bounds of Earth

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Watch Out For That Common Moorhen!

While trying to relax with a book as a means of escaping the horrible, upsetting, sad news about the children being pulled away from their parents along the southern border, I became distracted by lots of screeching outside my patio, right in front of me.

The Common Moorhen, one of Florida’s popular and very aggressive, territorial  birds, was chasing away a White Ibis.  The Ibis apparently believed his life was on the line.

White Ibis

Common Moorhen

It didn’t matter that the Ibis was 3 times the size of the Moorhen, and its beak was at least 10 times longer!

In the past, I’ve seen these Moorhens chasing away Great White Egrets and Great Blue Herons!

The littoral system that has grown over the years in size from its original builder-planted corner of the lake, to way past my property and past my neighbor’s as well, is the favorite nesting place of the Moorhens.

The pair of Moorhens have had their babies, and they have all disappeared weeks ago.  It was surprising that this one appeared late in the season.


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Unceasing flow of MAGA news is appalling, and the damage is real


— Dallas Morning News photo

Let’s be blunt. Ripping babies out of their mothers’ arms — even while they’re nursing — and putting toddlers in cages is certainly not the way to make America great again. In fact, it’s a vile criminal act a hundred times worse than merely entering a country illegally.

That practice “amounts to arbitrary and unlawful interference in family life, and is a serious violation of the rights of the child,” said a spokeswoman for the Office of the United Nations High Commissioner for Human Rights.

But, this is what we’ve come to: concentration camps for kids. Tent cities in the desert. Psychological damage that will scar as many as 2,000 children for life — a number that’s sure to grow. And the attorney general and the White House’s shrill shill misquote biblical scripture to justify it. It’s a wonder they don’t both burst into flames…

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Dry Eyes Can Be A Big Problem, But It Took Years To Get There

Dry Eye is an actual disease!

I was born into a family (on mother’s side) that suffered with myopia (near-sightedness).  I say “suffered” because I always hated wearing glasses.

While in the 2nd grade, I had trouble seeing the blackboard.  I never realized, of course, that I had a sight problem, because the poor eyesight was “normal.”  Didn’t know what I saw was actually blurry.

After a report from my teacher when I was seven, my Dad took me to a doctor to get new eyeglasses.  On the way home, upon looking out the window of the car, I remember shouting, “I can see.”  A whole new world was opened up!

Of course, I suffered with the horrible, ugly and malicious taunts from other children about the eyeglasses.  “Four eyes” was the most hurtful, I remember.

During the ensuing years, after school, I didn’t wear those hated glasses.  Going on the subway into Manhattan, I had memorized the various subway stations, so that I knew, without looking, which station to exit for work.  If photographed, they were quickly whipped off my face.  During a summer stint of working in a camp as a counselor, before the start of school, I never wore them.  Somehow, I managed.  My sight wasn’t so bad that I wasn’t able to “get along” in the Connecticut countryside.

Many years later, when contact lenses came onto the market, I tried on the glass ones, but that didn’t work out too well at all.  Scrapped that.  When I was married and a mother, the soft ones were available and much more easily managed, so I was hooked.  Very happy not to have to wear glasses; although, some years later, I did need reading glasses.  But that was very manageable.

Decades later, I started to feel quite a bit of eye discomfort, and it got to a point when I couldn’t feel comfortable wearing contacts anymore.  Sight was cloudy, eyes were dry when wearing contacts, and no amount of “Refresh” eye drops helped.  So I researched Lasiks.  It was at the very start of that sight correction alternative.  I decided to wait until the “bugs” were removed and the process was refined.  I waited 4 years.

On my late husband, Bob’s, birthday, back in 1998, he drove me to get my newest sight correction:  Lasiks surgery.  Great birthday present!

Afterward, while still in the doctor’s office, I looked out the large office front window and could see perfectly clearly, the trees across the street!  Of course, I still had to use readers, but the trade-off was wonderful.

Fifteen years later, my eyes had age-related changes, and the great Lasiks results were diminishing.

One of the most visual signs were the forming of more visible red veins in the whites of my eyes, and there was one quite prominent one in my left eye, as depicted in the picture above.

My eyes became very dry – tears were not being manufactured in a more normal fashion; however, my eyes were tearing quite a bit and itched.  These were signs of ageing, for sure.  It took a few years of miserable discomfort and bottles of lubricants and all sorts of eye drops that eventually made me realize I needed to see an ophthalmologist.

DRY EYES!  I also had damage to my corneas!  RESTASIS has slowly repaired the damage to my cornea, but it’s not known if my corneas will fully recover.  In the meantime, a combination of those prescribed eye drops, and OTC lubricants during the day, have made a difference.  Not as good as I was hoping for, but I have to realize it took many years to get to this place.

The ageing process.  I can still read, watch TV, go to the movies, have meals with friends and family, and post on computer and phone.  So, I’m happy with what I can accomplish.  BTW, in four more days, I’ll be an octogenarian.

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