Back When

Remember when …; some of you may not.
Don’t take that as a put-down. To remember some things from personal experience, you have to be of a certain age.
As Edith Ann (Lily Tomlin) said, “And That’s the Truth!”1If you don’t remember this, you might not be of a certain age.


My visit to a retail establishment two weeks ago2On or about October 20. triggered one of my octogenarian thoughts. Christmas displays already!

Halloween items were already off the regular shelving, marked down, and loaded onto islands near the front of the store.

We older people sometimes remind the youth3Anyone under fifty, of our age with a remark starting with, “Back when …” , “In my day …” , or a similar reference to those days when it was different.4If you were there in age, you will know, otherwise you will have to take my octogenarian word for it.

OK, then! I admit there is no redeeming reason for what I think I was about to say.

But back in the 1960s there were unwritten rules about holiday displays. The retail chain I worked for, and others, had a three week rule: Valentine stuff on the shelves January 31, Easter count back two weeks, etc.

The only exception: Christmas displays could go up the day after Thanksgiving. And the “Black Friday” retail practice didn’t exist back when … .

Just say’n.

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    If you don’t remember this, you might not be of a certain age.
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    On or about October 20.
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    Anyone under fifty,
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    If you were there in age, you will know, otherwise you will have to take my octogenarian word for it.

Jack O Pumpkin

My 2023 garden produced just this three-inch pumpkin and apparently some random critter, crow,1My fav nemesis! squirrel, rabbit, or … tried to make a traditional Halloween display with it.

I never had wishful thinking for this kind of crop.2Neighbors might object to my taking their space.
I was a little concerned when these two appeared in the patch a few years ago.

PS: Except for spill chick, AI3In my case, “Assumed Intelligence.” was not used for the text in this post.

Just say’n, “Happy Halloween!”

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    My fav nemesis!
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    Neighbors might object to my taking their space.
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    In my case, “Assumed Intelligence.”

Amygdala Hijack

Thinking is classically defined as the process of using one’s mind to consider or reason about something.

So, what happens when one does something without consideration of or reasoning the consequences of an action or commitment.


Disclaimer: I am not trained to give advice about mind things, and this is not a presentation of advice; it is an awareness note.

We have a built-in fight, flight, or freeze response to danger. However, sometimes danger is presented in such a way that we don’t recognize the message as such.
An amygdala hijack is an emotional response that is immediate, overwhelming, and out of measure with the actual stimulus because it has triggered a much more significant emotional action. Check it out.

Why this note?

This morning, I got an email from a friend saying he had laryngitis and could not call but needed my help with something, so I should reply by email. The wording did not sound like he speaks, so I sent a text to verify. He did not have laryngitis nor did he send the email. A relative of his got the same email from ‘him.’ While helping him change his password, he told me about responding to a note from “Microsoft” to verify his password.

I know of others who have been financially impacted by responding to such a note. And I recently had a message on Messenger from my ‘brother’ with a linke to get $100,000.
The text did not look like how he writes or speaks. I also knew my real brother had closed his FB account some time ago, but the fake brother even had mutual friends listed.

Most of us would not respond to a request to have an undiscovered second cousin incarcerated in a far away village with extensive savings to be released by our paying a small fee to a bondsman of bail.

When I was in the Army Security Agency, our moto was, “In God we trust – all others we monitor.” We shouldn’t live in fear, but like the character Phil Esterhaus said, “Hey, let’s be careful out there.” In other words, let’s not get hijacked out there.

Just say’n.

Mushrooms and Leaves

A great variety of mushrooms have been appearing in people’s yards this season.1At least in our Pacific Northwest town.

White bubbles the size of softballs, brown flat tops resembling toadstools in illustrated children’s books, and other shapes seem to be in all but the most fastidiously trimmed yards.
And not a morel have I seen.

A garden show commentator told one caller, “A line of mushrooms across a lawn may be an indicator of a dying tree.” Wow! Nearly every tree in the neighborhood must be on its last root. As heard on late night TV advertising, “But wait, there’s more.” Many lawns where there have been no trees during our many years in the neighborhood also have mushrooms. Am I curious enough to do a real study? Nah!

Fallen leaves on the street and sidewalks were as crisp as fresh corn flakes from the box last week. Today they were mostly soggy like leftover flakes in milk. One apple on a neighbor’s tree was still clinging to its branch a few days ago. OK! OK, it’s not a leaf. I looked again when I read the comic strip where Ed Crankshaft waited for days to capture the last leaf on his tree. The apple was there then, but today it has joined others in their job to start spreading the wild orchard.

Last week one man in the neighborhood was blowing leaves to the curb. Today his lawn was as covered as it had been the week before. Perhaps he just needed to get out of the house for a while. It’s historically obvious to me that he’ll have another opportunity.

The most leaves I remember ever seeing were at Ft. Devens, MS, when I was stationed there in 1956. I’d been there in ’55, but it was after casual company grunts had removed all the fallen leaves two, three, or perhaps more times.
A few sexagenarians, many septuagenarians and most octogenarians and nonagenarians probably remember Doris Day and others singing, “…The falling leaves of red and gold…?”

I don’t want to think about, “walking in a winter wonderland” yet!

PS: Except for spill chick, no AI2Some might think Assumed Intelligence. was used for this post.

Just say’n.

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    At least in our Pacific Northwest town.
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    Some might think Assumed Intelligence.

A T 7

When I woke up this morning1October 19, 2023 I was eighty-seven.2At this posting, I still am!
Kawooh! Where did the time go?331,755 days
Many events have impacted my thoughts and feelings.
And I had a long post planned and written.
However, I believe it is enough to just say:
My years have certainly been far more blessed than not.

Just say’n.

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    October 19, 2023
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    At this posting, I still am!
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    31,755 days