This Thanksgiving season has been interesting. A couple of days before that holiday my power suddenly went out about ten minutes into the Colbert TV program I was watching that night. Having had my lights suddenly go out before, as I have previously described HERE, catching me "unarmed" in the bathroom, I had added to my regular strategically placed full-size flashlights by purchasing several small flashlights to place about my home in even more locations. I was well prepared this time.
A phone call to my electric company revealed I was the first to phone in and the woman to whom I spoke said she didn't know what had happened either. I wasn't the only one wondering, if even the company representative didn't know. Another call later I learned this was a planned outage and they didn't know how long the power would be off. I went to bed.
The next day the power didn't come on again until around 10 a.m. Meanwhile, there had been public service news reports that Santa Ana winds, sometimes as strong as 100 mph whipping downslope through mountain passes, were expected as we approached the holiday -- that our electric company might need to cut the power in some areas for safety reasons, but I hadn't thought we would be affected.
Harve Presnell sings "They Call the Wind Mariah" (remastered). from the movie 'Paint Your Wagon" (original Broadway musical)
Generally, we've not received Santa Ana's hot dry strong winds, except I recall once years ago finding a few roof shingles in our yard the next morning, but I wasn't concerned this year. The areas that are really at-risk experience trees falling with most concerning of all, electrical lines can come down causing dangerous fires threatening homes and lives, even destructive-of-whole-communities' wildfires as has happened in recent years.
A power company other than my own near San Diego had a tree fall on their power line resulting in a town-destroying-fire called the Camp Fire, traumatizing over 70,000 people. They lost their California homes and businesses not to mention some lives lost with that devastation that came to their town ironically named Paradise. Too many residents are still 3 years later awaiting expected recompense so they can more fully resume their lives as described in this action news now report.
I was told our power outage occurred so maintenance could be performed that would serve to prevent our experiencing damage. The wind did come to other areas subsequent days with violent gusts to 80 mph subjecting a hundred thousand or more people to either deliberate power cuts or those unpredictable outages.
Unfortunately, on Thanksgiving over 60,000 residents in some areas suddenly had their power shut down as a preventative measure against possible wildfires, so their turkey, ham, pies, or other food didn't get cooked this holiday and they unexpectedly had to seek dinner elsewhere. Some families where these winds are most prevalent did resort to using outdoor grills, others may have had personal generators to power their ovens, as well as refrigerators, even coffeemakers, so they were better able to cope.
Indeed, I have much for which to be thankful since we had no winds where I live and had power Thanksgiving!
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We humans have been quite concerned about vaccinations, the flu and Covid, but now our pets have unexpectedly had a new threat to their health. Seems a potentially deadly dog flu has descended on our Los Angeles area. Some businesses catering to dogs are requiring they must be vaccinated.
Hm-m-m! Will some dogs organize and protest? Violently resist ..... attack others? I wonder if there will be owners picketing with their pooches to protest this being a possible violation of their dogs' freedom rights?
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University of Michigan has upset Ohio State University football team to win the Big Ten championship. This classic rivalry outcome proved once again to be unpredictable and an exciting game to view. My family has individual allegiances to each of these teams. Consequently, I said our family has a winner no matter which team prevailed!
I"m happy for Michigan fans to have this win to celebrate given to what Covid has subjected residents. I just hope the packed "Big House" as the Michigan stadium is called, hasn't been a virus spreader location.
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Recently I answered my phone to hear a deep rough-sounding male voice authoritatively ask, "Do you want to sell your house?" I responded, "Absolutely not!" He abruptly hung up. There surely weren't any niceties or words wasted in that call, not even so much as an apologetic "Sorry, thank you." for intruding uninvited into my life and wasting my time -- just right to his point.
I hope I don't hear from him again as I read a current news story that the housing situation is such, homeowners around the country are being repeatedly bombarded by some aggressive individuals to sell their house. They especially focus on older people with some succumbing to their repetitive persistently prevalent pressure techniques with an offer that may not even be reasonably favorable to the home owner.
I've also received regular letters in recent years from several different individuals soliciting to buy my house, calls from a few people who have identified themselves as real estate agents, but this new breed I read about sound like they're borderline harassing or worse. Homeowners are being besieged by these unsolicited offers as described in this NPR link.
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Well, this has turned into a mixture of the significant to rather incidental insignificant items, except to those directly affected by them or those who might be in the future, that can pepper our lives as we navigate the much more important to us activities of life.
I wonder what sort of incidental matters you could probably live without that squander your time and intrude into your daily living? Reading this blog, you say? That's life!
Thanksgiving will arrive during this week ahead, then we can really get into preparing for the next holiday. What seems to be happening in recent years is that we're all in such a rush that we start pushing for the holiday that comes after the one we haven't even yet celebrated.
In fact, this year I started seeing promotions for Christmas before we even had Halloween the end of October, much less Thanksgiving the end of November. I don't hear such early promotion of Hanukkah or any other holidays, especially those with religious emphasis, occurring during that time.
Halloween this year came and went as Christmas promotion became even stronger -- and we still hadn't had Thanksgiving yet!
Well, finally Thanksgiving will be here this week, so we can hardly wait to finally throw ourselves into really, major Christmas promotion, or -- wait a minute -- are we going to skip ahead to New Year's?
I remember my childhood and think about all the little children today. When I was young Christmas was never promoted until the day after Thanksgiving. Even then, I thought the time to wait was so-o-o very, very, lo-n-g-g -- I can only imagine how children today must feel -- waiting ... waiting ... waiting ... when is Santa coming?
I checked back to some of my old posts in which I wrote about Thanksgiving. I typed "Thanksgiving" in that little search box in the upper left-hand corner of this screen on my blog and amazingly to me there were ten blog posts that came up. I probably mentioned Thanksgiving within other posts most years, too.
Reviewing those ten posts, one, especially, elicited a mixture of feelings for me -- that Thanksgiving was the first one I remembered describing what occurred that year, about 7 months after my husband's death in 2006. I wrote about my deliberately choosing to go alone to a restaurant as I wanted to know how I would feel. The piece entitled "Adventure Alone on Thanksgiving" gave an account of what turned out to be a rather unusual experience.
I also wrote one year about a Thanksgiving controversy in our town over our school children's Indians and the Pilgrims tradition. Another year, I suggested we should move the date of when we celebrate Thanksgiving -- seemed like a viable possibility at the time.
I've shared Thanksgiving memories. I've written about how I've celebrated the day virtually with my family long before this pandemic which I likely will be doing again this year. Generally, my Thanksgiving posts have just been a potpourri of thoughts, memories, and experiences. I invite you to read any of them that might be of interest.
As I write this, I have just experienced an evening of viewing listening to Great Performances on one of my four antenna accessible Public Broadcasting Stations (PBS) TV channels -- a night of intoxicating music and am in a very reflective mood.
There was the centennial celebration of the landmark Los Angeles Philharmonic Orchestra. They performed "La Valse" by Ravel, Stravinsky's "The Firebird" (a special favorite of mine) and more led by three renowned LA Phil conductors: current Music and Artistic director Gustavo Dudamel, Zubin Mehta and Esa-Pekka Salonen. Then, "From Space I Saw Earth" was conducted by those three.
I think of Thanksgivings past, a house filled with laughter, attracting aromas drawing one and all of a variety of ages to a dinner table over-flowing with delicious food and beverage. That was then, this is now.
May you enjoy every moment of this Thanksgiving season -- that special day you experience this year, the memories you have from yesteryear and look forward to the ones you'll form in the coming year(s).
We may want to take a few moments to count our blessings -- to think for what we can be thankful.
Diana Krall sings "Counting My Blessings"
This year, as every year, I wish each of you a very happy Thanksgiving.
Perhaps you have a special Thanksgiving memory, thought, or want to share here this year's plans.
You never know what you're going to read when you come to my blog as my previous post evidenced. Some bloggers write sequential posts describing their day-to-day activities, others writings cover over a week or longer; then some have themed subjects, explore other topics, memories and ideas.
By comparison, my blog posts are probably somewhat of a hodgepodge of my meandering thoughts, some of life at any given time, some recollections and mostly whatever happens to be capturing my interest at the time. I'm not sure there is ever a long consistent connecting thread that might serve to stimulate readers to return and read more.
One such short thread currently is my "smart phone" that was delivered when expected at the end of the previous week. I think the iPhone seems to be rather like a smaller version of my iPad-Mini that I like so much. The larger phone size is less desirable to me than my cell phone which fit nicely into a small pocket-like padded carrier. There was a soft material handle I could hook my fingers through to carry about and still have the use of both hands, or put the cell phone in my pocket -- to have handy should I need to make an emergency call.
My little cell phone was ideal instead of subscribing to one of those special services necessitating wearing a device to hang around my neck or a pin to affix on my clothes with a button to push should I happen to fall, for example. But there are various smart phone features that I may gradually incorporate into using that exceed those offered by my now former cell phone.
Perhaps the next change I might make will be to use a "smart watch". I remember when reading the Sunday newspaper's comic strip page was a regular activity I began enjoying when I was elementary school age decades ago. I wasn't a regular fan of Dick Tracy, but I do recall being impressed with the fantasy aroused when he started wearing a 2-way wrist radio on which he could send and receive messages -- pictures, too! That could never happen in real life --- could it?
A few decades later kids got a toy 2-way wrist radio as featured in this commercial:
As if my "smart phone" isn't enough, I've now been told on my landline phone, that I'm not human! Not human? -- I didn't know! -- Am I a robot, an alien and only now learning this? The digital devices with the smart phone in control are really the forces in charge?
Typically, if I have reason to answer a phone call and it's a recorded message, and there has suspiciously been an increasing number of them, I immediately disconnect without even listening. Also, any calls with a real live but unknown personon the line, who instructs me at any point to press another key to answer questions or access a different contact, I don't do that either. Who knows to what I might be acquiescing!
Sneaky ways some spammer, or scammer, tries to accost people include this example in a recent call I received. I noted it was from a "Wireless Caller". (I chose to answer this for personal reasons I won't try to explain here.) The recorded message said, "This is an important call for ... (they accurately gave my name). If you are (my name again) then press 5, if not press 3". I did neither. Following a silent pause, the message continued, "Sorry, you have revealed you are not human!" Then the call disconnected.
I consider all the newer inventions that I haven't acquired yet, but eventually may be the only ones available, like the "smart" TVs and appliances, cars that drive themselves, even houses equipped to do lots of things, and who knows what else. What are the implications of these for our future?
So, here I am, in the autumn of my life, having been described as being not human, with a clock radio seemingly out of my control, and a "smart phone" possibly capable of doing who knows what coming into my home. What lies ahead for us humans, assuming some of us are humans? What am I to think or do? What do you think and what are you going to do?
