Lonely or Alone

Tomorrow ends my second week of unemployment and I must say I have been lonely! In the past I have enjoyed “Me Time.” I have gone out to restaurants, movies, the theater…even walks around the city on the other side of the river on my own. Being lonely is another story! My sister and my husband check up on me fairly regularly during the day but there are no other people in the vicinity to interact with. The sound of a television or radio doesn’t cut the mustard. Yes, a person can be lonely in a crowd and even within their own relationships but loneliness due to unemployment is difficult. I truly believe we humans are pack animals and, with the exception of the oddball hermit, we thrive within groups. This is my soapbox philosophy for the day.

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Pets…

Many, many moons ago the powers that be up above decreed, “Adam, you and your children and your children’s children will domesticate animals. Some will be beasts of burden but others will be snuggle buddies.” He (sorry guys but these powers must be masculine because they didn’t think everything through similar to the way men currently throw away instructions and proceed to assemble an item blindly) opted not to provide voices for the furry children! If they are feeling under the weather, the only way the pet parents know is by their ACTIONS! They have diarrhea, vomit, are lethargic, etc. Between yesterday and today, one of the Sister’s fur babies stopped eating and, even worse, has been unable to walk! All she could do was look at me with HUGE brown eyes and snuffle. The Sister is on a business trip and, with great difficulty, barely reachable. I ran the Floof to the regular vet who referred the pup to a neurologist. At the present moment, the only conclusive issue the doctor has discovered is that she is severely HYPOGLYCEMIC! Not everything meets the eye! I thought she had a stroke! She’s being admitted and the Hubby and I have commenced praying! She’s a tough little rescue puppy! She’s strong and we won’t allow anything bad to happen to her!

Two Years…

This week was the second anniversary of my unemployment status. I was fortunate to land a part-time position in a women’s accessories store; however, the mall has decided to shutter this business and tear the spot out in order to establish a walkway from one side of the building to the other! Go figure! If anyone who is reading this post is in the New York Metropolitan area and knows of any businesses looking for an Executive Assistant or a Senior Administrative Assistant, please notify me! I am open to employment suggestions and am willing to forward my resume to the proper parties! Thank You!

Passover…

At Sunset this evening the Jewish population around the world celebrates Passover. This is a major biblical holiday that commemorates the liberation of the Israelites by G-d from the Ancient Egyptians who had enslaved them for generations. With the onset of this holiday and the consumption of matzoh and other starchy foods, those who observe are also thankful for products grown and manufactured by Sunsweet Growers such as dried prunes and prune juice! This holiday literally and figuratively binds us together as one very thankful but silently suffering tribe! Wishing everyone a Happy and Healthy Pesach!

International Women’s Day…

Brilliant, strong women! We all strive to be one! Our maternal Great-Grandmother was the youngest of sixteen children born to a tea house owner and his wife in Northeastern Hungary. She emigrated to the US in 1900 and shortly after met and married her husband who also had emigrated from Austria-Hungary. They settled in the Caldwells where they opened a small Mom and Pop store. One day a man in a very snazzy suit came in bearing a machine our Great-Grandfather was not familiar with. The man in the suit said he wanted to set the machine up in the family’s store and their customers would win money every time they inserted a coin and pulled the lever. Our Great-Grandfather agreed believing this would would entice more customers. Entice wasn’t the word. Their customers were annoyed and angry. Every time they pulled the lever, the machine simply ate their money and they received nothing in return. Complaints came in fast and furious until one day our Great-Grandmother announced enough is enough. She demanded “Snazzy Suit’s” business address from her husband and trotted off to confront him. When she arrived at her destination, she discovered a faux storefront. There was nothing inside other than some desks and a table where a group of men were engrossed in a game of poker. She asked for the boss. A man, with his back to her, held up his hand. She marched over to him, hit his hat off his head and announced, ” When a woman is in your presence, you stand up and remove your hat! Show respect!” The other men scrambled to their feet and removed their head coverings. Mr. Snazzy Suit asked how he could help and she demanded that he remove the machine from her store. She said it was not good for business as her customers were losing money and going elsewhere for their goods. She stated she wanted the machine gone by the end of the day or she would pick it up and smash it in the middle of the road. With that, she turned on her heel and marched out the door. The machine was gone that very afternoon! Several years later, our Great-Grandparents were sitting on the porch of our Grandparents’ house enjoying an Indian Summer afternoon. Our Great-Grandfather was reading the newspaper when he started to cough and turned red. Our Grandfather patted him on the back and asked what was ailing him. He pointed to the newspaper. The article he was reading was about the murder of the mafioso Willie Moretti. Our Grandparents were puzzled. Why was he upset that a member of the Mafia had been killed? It was Willie Moretti who had installed the infamous device which was a slot machine in their store. It was our Great-Grandmother who told him off not knowing his true identity! Our Great-Grandmother commented, “I guess he never learned how to show respect.”

Thirty-Five Years…

Thirty-five years ago today the weather was miserable. It wasn’t a named winter storm but it was POURING! I believe G-d sent the rain that day to mix with our tears. Our rock…our knight in shining armor…our Grandfather passed away just after morning rounds at the hospital. These years have flown by but they have also crawled at a snails pace. I can’t seem to remember the timber of his voice but I do recall his scent – a mixture of A.H. Riise Bay Rum and sterilizing solutions in a medical office. It may sound unappealing but, to me, it is heaven on earth. I wish I could bottle it and uncork the stopper when I need a pick-me-up. I remember the warmth of his blue eyes. They would sparkle when our Mother or the Sister or yours truly entered the room but they would positively glow when our Grandmother was in the vicinity. Sometimes I feel he never really passed but slipped into the next room. I have his hands. They are tiny and slightly pudgy but he passed them down to our Mother and to me! The Sister has his aptitude for math! Unlike me, she NEVER requires a calculator! He taught her shortcuts that I couldn’t grasp and she utilizes them to this day! Our Grandfather was also an animal magnet! No, not a ladies man…he was true-blue and devoted to our Grandmother. Four-legged, furry animals, especially dogs, were drawn to him! Dogs would wiggle, dance and run just to get his attention! This trait he handed down to our Mother and the Sister! The Hubby entered my life eleven years after our Grandfather took his bow but, somehow, he touched him as well! They read the same! Both men remove their glasses and nibble on the tip of the temple piece while licking their index fingers to flip the pages. The first time we went to Shul together, the Hubby wrapped his Tallis around my shoulders, pulled me into his side and continued to point in the prayer book where we were in the Service. I was taken aback! Our Grandfather had done this for both the Sister and me whenever we attended Synagogue with him! He left his calling card at the door and all who come into contact with it are immensely wealthier!

Olympians…

What does the public expect from Olympic athletes? Stamina… Endurance… Athleticism… Sportsmanlike Conduct… The public has cheered on this sporting spectacle since the modern Olympics were revived in Athens in 1896. Until 2014, the contestants toddled home with medals, memories and a desire to compete again in four years. In Sochi, the game changed and provided greater depth to the athletes. They displayed humanitarianism, empathy and a desire to change world views by rescuing animals! Sochi had a large population of unwanted dogs and the authorities were collecting these poor canines and had them euthanized. A young American skier named Gus Kenworthy rescued four puppies plus their mother but, unfortunately, one pup passed before arriving in the US. The mother was adopted by Kenworthy’s Mom, one pup was taken in by the Humane Society and Gus kept Jake and Mishka. Kelli Stack, a member of the US Woman’s Hockey team, brought home a silver medal and her pup, Shayba. Lindsay Jacobellis, a Snowboarder from the US, didn’t medal but came home with a greater prize, pups Sochi and Jazzy. Former US Bobsledder, Amanda Bird, who is now the Director of Marketing and Communications for the US Bobsled and Skeleton Federation, brought home her fur baby Sochi. Four years later, the Winter Olympics were hosted by South Korea…a country that raises dogs for human gastronomic consumption. Gus Kenworthy didn’t medal in PyeongChang but he scored a greater prize – shutting down a dog meat farm and sending 90 canines to the US and Canada for better lives. He also adopted a furry daughter named Beemo. Canadian figure skater Meagan Duhamel added a mini-Dachshund named Moo-tae to her family plus she brought home another pup named Sara who has been adopted by a family in Montreal. The next Winter Olympics are scheduled for 2022 in Beijing, China. This is another country that harvests canines for the dinner table. Remember the Yulin Dog Meat Festival? Let’s hope the world’s athletes step up to the plate and rescue, if not, totally assist in ending this heinous eating habit! Yes, it is part of a country’s palate but replacement protein can be found to sustain the population. Kudos to the athletes who have listened to their consciences and took an active stance during these two Olympics!

Wellness…

Due to circumstances beyond our control, the Hubby and I were unable to have our annual Well (Wo)Man exams in 2017. As soon as our new insurance took effect for 2018, our physicals were scheduled albeit with a new practice and doctor! The practice we had been utilizing for 18 years opted out of our insurance plan after the open enrollment period ended. C’est las vie… We found a new doctor who is very down-to-earth and very thorough! Even though this flu season has been quite virulent, she managed to talk the Hubby into finally accepting the flu vaccine! Thank Heaven! At least three people he works with came down with this virus. He has felt tired and achy but NOTHING other than that! She also insisted that his PSA levels be tested. NORMAL! If only he would listen to her about his diet… From the moment we became “women,” our Mother always made sure the Sister and I had our annual Well Woman exams. Such a shame she didn’t heed her own advice after menopause… This may be TMI but my Pap Test and Mammogram were NEGATIVE! The poor “ladies” were bruised and tender after the annual smush but I can breathe easily until next year! Why, you may ask, am I sharing this information? Most insurance plans offer a co-payless annual exam for the “customers” in addition to an annual Well Woman exam. Take advantage of these and nip any issues in the bud! Women, even if you have gone through menopause, you still need to have an internal exam! Our Mother didn’t and she passed away almost twelve years ago from cervical cancer. Men, a yearly prostate test is a must! Also, most of you may believe breast cancer is relegated to the female portion of the population. It is not! Men, perform your own breast exams! Check those pecs! If you’re not sure what to do, have your spouse/significant other cop a feel. Who knows? In addition to caring for your health, this could lead to foreplay… or more!