THE RETURN OF THE BOBBY PIN

Believe it or not,  once upon a time,  young women cut their own hair.  Back in the early twentieth century,  beauty parlors were mostly  places where older women got permanents and manicures.  Rollers hadn’t been invented, nor had the curling iron come into common use.     Girls not only cut their own hair, but “put it up”  at night.   For long hair, kid curlers or rags would produce curls that bounced on your shoulders. Short hair required pin curls.   Now that most of us are afraid to go to hair salons, many are reverting  to old fashioned hair styling methods.  It’s the return of the bobby pin.

The  most important thing about curling hair with rags or bobby pins is that it be done with damp hair.  You can’t get any lasting  curls if your hair is dry.  What you do is dampen a strand  of hair slightly before making the pin curl., and let it dry overnight.  That way, the resulting  curl will last through the next day.

Now that women are doing their own hair it's the return of the bobby pin.
During the pandemic, we had to cut and curl our own hair. It’s the return of the bobby pin.

We used to wonder what we would do when we got married.  Going to bed with pin curls wouldn’t be  romantic, would it?   That was before the time when  unmarried  boys and girls spent the night together.  So, you could slather your face with cold cream, put your hair up in rags or  pin curls, and  maybe even cover your head with a hairnet so the curls would stay in.  No boyfriend would ever see that version of you.

If you look at old pictures, you can see that most women had “flat “ hair, with a middle or side part.  No one had ever heard of teasing or blow drying.  That all changed in the late fifties when short hair came in style.  A pixie cut required a trip to the beauty shop.  Often, you didn’t curl it at all. In the sixties and seventies long hair returned, and that’s when hot and cold  rollers came into use.  They were pretty uncomfortable if you were trying to sleep, but most young women managed to do it anyway.

So here we are during the pandemic of 2019-2020.  If you’re afraid to go to the beauty parlor, you  may decide to cut your own hair.  If it’s long, you’might have  to  use use those pesky rollers.  But if it’s short, pin curls are the answer. It’s the return of the bobby pin.

WHO’S HOARDING BLACK PEPPER?

Scary times bring out the hoarding instinct.  Anyone who lived through World War II remembers the hoarders.  My mothers best friend hoarded sugar, even though she seldom baked, and both she and her husband were thin.  At the end of the war, she still had metal canisters of the stuff in her attic.  Some of it had hardened into lumps.  I’ve always wondered if she kept it forever, or if not, how she disposed of it. Now, people are doing it again.  Notice the empty shelves for certain items?  Odd stuff, you would never dream of.  Yesterday, I tried to buy some pepper, but the shelves were totally cleaned out. It’s a puzzle.  Who’s hoarding black pepper?

 

Panic buyers are stockpiling food during the pandemic
Who’s hoarding black pepper.  Panic buying has caused scarcity in some unlikely products.

Back in March, when the pandemic first began., I saw a man at CVS with over twenty bottles of Picante  sauce in his cart.  The manager  asked if he would leave a few bottles on the shelf.  Picante  sauce?  Does this guy eat it on his eggs at breakfast, his grilled cheese at lunch, and on his beef tacos at night? Or is he afraid they’re going to run out?  It’s hard to believe anyone would hoard Picante sauce.

Canned soup is another scarcity.  About all that’s readily available on the shelves is Cream of Mushroom and Chicken Noodle.  A lot of people don’t like mushrooms, so that’s easy to understand.  And Chicken Noodle isn’t filling enough to make a meal.  The other day, I opened our pull out cupboard shelves, and noticed they were full of canned soup.  My husband has secretly been stocking up every time he goes to the store and finds one of his favorites, like Nacho Cheese.  Last week, they had Tomato Bisque, which is another favorite.  So he brought home more cans of it.   Since I don’t have soup for lunch, I’m thinking there’s enough soup in the cupboard  to get him through the fall.

Technically, these people aren’t hoarders, they’re panic buyers.  Hoarding is a mental disorder where someone acquires a lot of things they don’t need, and can’t throw them away.   Panic buying started when everyone was told they need to stock up for two weeks worth of groceries. People weren’t sure how much they might need, so they began over buying. With panic buying, people fear scarcity. They want to stay in control of the situation.

Meanwhile, the grocery business is exploding. Before the pandemic, you seldom saw people buying over $100 worth of groceries at a time.  Now, it’s quite common. If and when the pandemic ends, I’m wondering what people are going to do with all that black pepper.

MISERY HATES HAPPINESS

If there’s anything that makes us mad, it’s when someone who treated us bad gets to be happy. It doesn’t matter whether they were right or wrong, or if it’s all in our minds.  We simply don’t think they deserve to be happy, especially if we aren’t. Often, the person  we hate appears to be happier than they really are.  That doesn’t help.  If they give the outward appearance of being happy,  it’s galling.   Misery hates happiness.

mISERY HATES HAPPINESS. mARY tRUMP WROTE ABOUT ABOUTHER UNCLE TO GET EVEN.
Mary Trump has been holding a grudge against her uncle for 20 years. Misery hates happiness.

The tell- all book about Donald Trump by his niece, Mary Trump, is a case in point.  She and her brother think they were messed over by their aunt and uncles.  It was all about money.  Mary  thought they should have inherited more than the senior Trumps’ other grandchildren.  She and her brother have been nursing a 20 year grudge, and she was sick and tired of seeing Donald Trump happy.  So she decided—in her words—to “take him down.”  She wants him to be as unhappy as she , apparently is.  Although , she’s probably feeling a little bit happier with the royalties from a #1 best selling book.

Another case of misery hating happiness may occur when two people get a divorce.  If one person remarries and is happy, the other one feels resentful if they haven’t moved on successfully.

There are numerous ways that one person’s joy may cause another’s misery.   A woman who can’t get pregnant resents her friend with children. A co-worker gets a promotion that we feel should have been ours.  It goes back to the beginning of recorded history.

What should you do if you realize that your happiness is  making someone miserable?  Obviously, avoid bragging.  But some things can’t be fixed.  You can’t stop being happy .  And if you’re the miserable one, get over it.  As the saying goes, get a life.   Do something different. Go someplace new. Start a gratitude list.  If it’s really that bad, see a therapist.   Or, if the person you hate is the president of the United States, you could write a book about him, and get back some of that money you thought you deserved

CATHOLIC CHURCH’S DOUBLE STANDARD

Most Hoosiers know about  the lawsuits against a Catholic high school in Indianapolis. The plaintiffs are  a couple of lesbian  faculty members  who were fired for being in same sex marriages. On the other hand,  Notre Dame has recently hired openly gay Pete Buttigieg as a teacher and researcher.   Does that make sense? What do you make of the Catholic Church’s incomprehensible double standard?

Even though it’s been decades since I’ve been a practicing Catholic, I know  where they are coming from.  While  attending parochial schools for the first twelve years of my life,  we were admonished to avoid “sins of the flesh.”    As an example,  entertaining even  one ” impure thought” was considered a mortal sin.  Which would send you straight to hell.  Is there a single teenager in this world who has never thought about sex?  I could critique at length their stance on sexuality, but it would take up far more space than is possible in a simple blog.  Nevertheless, if you choose Catholicism as your religion, you have a right to practice as you see fit.  And that includes sending your kid to a high school where lay teachers provide the desired example:  straight, married sex.  Nothing else.

Catholic Church"s double standard is incomprehensible.
Catholic Church’s Double Standard. They’ve hired a gay man at one school, while firing two lesbians at another.

Do I agree with their dogma?  Of course not.  Just as I don’t agree with the Amish who refuse to accept modern lifestyles and choose to live in the past.  But I respect their  right to raise their children according to their religious beliefs.  Why, would a gay person want to work in one of their schools?  It boggles the mind.  Pete Buttigieg could probably have landed a job at any Ivy League College.  Why did he choose to work at Notre Dame?  Maybe he’s making a statement.  Or he’s still paying off a mortgage in South Bend.   I dunno.

The argument is that since parochial schools receive some taxpayer money, they can’t discriminate on the basis of their religious beliefs.  But the fact is, they aren’t totally supported by tax dollars.  And if all the parochial schools were to close, the public school system would be overwhelmed by the cost of educating these new students.

Back to double standards. Here’s what it looks like from my admittedly biased viewpoint. If you are a  lesbian woman, you can’t work in a Catholic high school.  If you are a prominent gay male politician, you can get  a job  at a prestigious Catholic college.  Period.  That’s all there is to the Catholic Church’s incomprehensible Double Standard.

LIFE NEAR AMERICA’S DEATH ROW

Next week,  three federal death row inmates will be executed in  my city. There haven’t been any executions since 2003, so this is apt to bring a lot of reporters and protesters here.  Because of covid-19, we’d just as soon they wouldn’t invade our town.  It’s come as kind of a shock.  Most of us weren’t aware that these notorious criminals had been living nearby for so many years.  Do you wonder about life near America’s death row?  What is it like to live so close to America’s only  federal execution facility?

First and foremost, the United States Federal Prison Complex has been seen as a great source of stable employment in a town that’s weathered many economic ups and downs.  It opened here in 1940, when we were just coming out of the great depression.  They had an open house, and our family went through the facility.   The father of one of my grade school playmates came here as a guard. They were Irish, with a family of eight children, and came from New York City.   One of the sons later became a Hollywood screenwriter.   The prison employs about 700  people from every educational background.  If you’ve lived here a long time, you probably knew at least one or two people who worked at the prison.

Working for the feds has a lot of perks, including great benefits and pensions.  They also have a beautiful venue that employees may use for special occasions.  Over the years, I’ve probably been to parties at the prison at least ten times.  Weddings. Graduations.  Baby  Showers. Birthday parties.  And yet, as far as I know,  I never saw an  inmate.

I once knew a dietitian who worked there as a part time consultant.  Her pay was outstanding. I think she made about triple the going rate for dietitians in the area.  But after awhile, she had to quit.  She never discussed her  work days or any of  her patients(prisoners). Obviously, privacy laws were in place.  All she said was this: ” I got so I couldn’t stand those gates closing behind me,  one after another, as I went into work.  It was giving me nightmares. “

The three men who will die next week in the United States Penitentiary by lethal injection are all white:

Wesley Ira Purkey, who raped and murdered a 16 year old girl in Kansas and killed an 80 year old woman.

Dustin Lee Honken of Iowa, who killed five people, including 2 children.

Danny Lee of Arkansas, convicted of killing a family of three.

Scheduled to be executed in August:

Keith Dywane Nelson, who kidnapped a 10 year old girl in front her Kansas home, raped and strangled her in a forest.

Life around America's Death Row. living near the boston bomber and Charleston church killer
Life Around America’s Death Row:  Left: Dzhokhar Tsarenaev; Right, Dylann Roof

Other death row prisoners at this  men’s prison  include:  Dzhokbar Tasaraev, convicted for his part in the 2013 Boston Marathon bombing.   Dylann Roof, who shot and killed nine parishioners at a church in Charleston, SC. In 2015. They’ve been there for several years, now.  You wonder what they talk about.

60% of Americans are in favor of the death penalty.  Others, like the Sisters of Providence oppose it, and will stage a protest.  I guess I’d be against something like a beheading, hanging, or crucifixion.  But lethal injection sounds tolerable.  And if someone in my family were one of their victims, I think it would seem right and just.

A SURREAL VISIT TO THE DOCTOR

Like most everyone else, we postponed  our routine exams .   We were supposed to have our eyes checked  in March, when it’s nice and cool.  Then came the covid-19 pandemic, and we kept moving our appointments , and finally put them  off until July.  At first, it was kind of fun driving to Indy.  We hadn’t been on a trip since Thanksgiving, and it was good to get a change of scenery.  But when we finally landed in the clinic’s hot  parking lot and entered the building, we were in the Twilight Zone*.  It was a surreal visit to the doctor.

Only in a science fiction movie, would you be greeted in the lobby  by a masked woman.  If I had imagined such a scene where we must have our temperatures taken. I would have thought I was in a fantasy world.  We, too, were masked.  And cautiously allowed to enter the inner sanctum and proceed to the admissions desk.

Inside, all was quiet.  Only half the front desks were staffed so that everyone sat far apart.  The masked clerks swiped our insurance cards with gloved hands. Instead of signing the usual privacy forms, they presented  a plastic coated one to read. We signed it electronically.

There were few patients but all were masked.  There was nothing to read while we waited.  No books, newspapers or magazines.  Unfortunately, I had left my cell phone in the car, but the other patients  had remembered theirs , and studied them with apparent fascination. After the long  drive, I needed coffee, but there wasn’t any.  Nor was there  water to drink.  Or cookies to nibble.  Thankfully,  the restroom wasn’t locked.

I observed the masked personnel  gliding quietly back and forth in the waiting area.  Some of them looked at me with smiling eyes.  Remember that song, “When Irish Eyes Are Smiling?”  It had a new meaning for me yesterday.  A masked person with eyes that turn up and form little crinkles at the corners is actually smiling at you.  And it feels pretty good when you’re sitting all by yourself in a nearly empty waiting room.

A doctor visit is surreal when you enter the twilight zone.
A surreal visit to the doctor. When you go for a checkup, you will enter the twilight zone.

While being examined by technicians and the doctor, all equipment was immediately sanitized before use.  You had to wait while it dried.  There could not have been a single germ floating in the air. As we checked out and made new appointments , we had to wonder.  Will we have survived the pandemic by this time next year?  And , once again, will we enter the twilight zone while on  another surreal trip to the doctor?

* Twilight zone is the mental state between reality and fantasy.

DID HE, SHE, OR IT EAT MY FLOWERS?

Everyone loves squirrels. They’re so fluffy and cute as they scurry across the grass, up and down trees. But here’s the dirty little secret about squirrels. They’re actually rodents. That’s right. And they have sharp teeth.  Some experts swear that squirrels don’t like geraniums, but the Farmer’s Almanac disagrees. Something or someone ate an entire pot of geraniums out on the sidewalk last night, and I believe I know who did it. Or what did it. The dictionary says animals should be referred to as “it”, unless we know them personally. So, my question is, Did he, she or it eat my flowers?

Other animals are known to eat flowers. Deer are fond of geraniums. But we don’t see many deer around the neighborhood lately. We used to see more of them, but they got to be pests and caused a lot of traffic accidents. So someone organized “deer hunts.” to rid the state of their rambunctious behavior.

Squirrels do love geraniums. Did he, she or it eat my flowers?
Did he, she or it eat my flowers? Farmers Almanac says that squirrels love geraniums.

Rabbits love geraniums, too. My lawn man tells me there are rabbits living under a spruce tree in our front yard. But we haven’t seen them for months, so I’m not sure if they’re still  there. I don’t think rabbits would have been so vicious. This heinous creature  didn’t just nibble the flowers. He, she, or it dug the  plant up by its roots,  and left nothing but a nub.

 

Squirrels can also eat your house. They’ve gnawed away at the base of the wooden r pillars on our side porch, and even chewed up the indoor outdoor carpeting.

We’ve tried various remedies to discourage the squirrels. Last year, I bought some peppermint spray. Supposedly, the critters hate the smell. The only problem is, every time it rains, you have to spray all over again. And it didn’t really keep them away.

I finally found a squirrel repellent  on Amazon which seemed to work pretty well.  It’s a box of granules or pellets to sprinkle in the affected area . It stinks like the devil and makes a mess of your porch. Which isn’t very enticing to visitors. But it did keep them off the porch. So what did they do to get even? He, she, or it ate our geraniums.