Thursday Ramble

 The best kind of rain, of course, is a cozy rain.  This is the kind the anonymous medieval poet makes me remember, the rain that falls on a day when you'd just as soon stay in bed a little longer, write letters or read a good book by the fire, take early tea with hot scones and jam and look out the streaked window with complacency.  

Susan Allen Toth

Well it is early Thursday morning, and  Nor'easter is on its way.  Not snow, but rain, and lots of it are predicted.  Nice day to stay in.  Of course it means I will miss the Columbus Day shindig at the center, but, hey, he didn't discover America anyway.  If you were to ask me, I would have to say the Vikings.  There is evidence that they found it in the 1300's after discovering Greenland, but who am I to say.  And, at least it is not the Halloween party.  I do believe I would make that one in a blizzard if necessary.  That is my special day.

Speaking of Halloween/All Souls/Samhain, I've noticed that many bloggers have been posting the ancestors, be it genealogy or ways to honor them, myself included, I guess as we get closer and closer to day, the veils continue to grow thinner. This year I am planning my own shindig for my ancestors, and this upcoming weekend will include making some plans. 

Yesterday I received an email from Feedspot informing me that I have 40 new followers on Maiden, Mother, and Crone, and, as a result, they were giving me a one year subscription to the premium Feedspot for one year.  At first I thought it was spam. To be honest, I'd totally forgotten about Feedspot.  Remember when we were all trying to figure out what we were going to do when Google Reader went down?  Well, one of the places I had joined was Feedspot.  I hopped on over and discovered I have a whole set of followers I never knew I had.  Talk about suprises!

Yesterday when I left the center, I decided to stop at Pathmark to purchase a few items that I needed. I entered the store behind a gentlemen of perhaps my age.  He had one of those bluetooth things for his phone, and he was chatting away, oblivious to all around him.  As soon as I found the room, I pulled my cart around him while giving him a look of annoyance, but, of course, so engrossed was he in his conversation, that he was totally oblivious to that as well.

On each aisle I ran into this man, and I swear, he was still talking when we ended up in line together.  I remember the days when a shopping trip meant just that...a shopping trip.  Times were simpler back then.  We always asked what someone wanted BEFORE going to the store and never had to worry about making a call to see if we were buying the right  There wasn't as many THINGS back then.  If one wanted mashed potatoes, one bought potatoes and peeled and mashed them.  Now Betty Crocker has so many kinds of instant potatoes it makes your head spin. 

We socialized in person, not over a mobile phone.  Actually, I remember how we had to share our line with our neighbors, but we never got upset when we had to wait for their conversation to end.  Things were simpler back then.  Who knew that in 50 years from the time we got our first telephone, we as a society would be addicted to them?  Yes, I have a cell phone, but mine is used for emergency's only.  I dislike talking on the phone. But, as far as addiction goes, I am just as addicted as the next person...to games.  I play four different Bingo games daily. Oh well, I guess technology has me hooked  as well.

And with that, I'll sign off.  This is definitely becoming a ramble at this point.

 Whether the weather be fine,
Whether the weather be not,
Whether the weather be cold,
Whether the weather be hot,
We'll weather the weather,
Whatever the whether,
Whether we like it or not

Author Unknown