This afternoon, PP&M came on randomly off the IPHONE5 with “Where have all the flowers gone”.
Sadly, the USA didn’t learn from Viet Nam.
I know now that the anti-war movement of the 60’s was astro-turfed by the D’s.
Unfortunately, a lot of good women and men have been hurt by that.
Sad that the Sheeple don’t learn.
Makes me sad.
I think of all the lost, all the suffering, and all the money wasted.
Where HAVE all the flowers gone.
Mary Travers, RIP.
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Posted by reinkefj
are you kidding me?
Two years after Our Girl passes, I get a bill for $200 for her diagnostic care.
R U <synonym for excrement> ing me?
Sorry, but she was fully insured. (Two coverages to be exact!)
AND now for the first time I hear that I supposedly owe you money.
(Aside from that the estate was legally closed a year ago.)
Can anyone suggest what I should do?
First think that came to mind was to call and say “Who the hell are you any way?” Not like I wouldn’t recognize any of the names of her docs!!!
Argh!
I’m a peaceful fellow, but this makes me crazed!
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One of Frau Reinke’s favorite days was “back to school” shopping day. It’s was her chance to spoil children and share their simple joy in new duds.
(As a fat old white guy injineer, I could care less about clothes. Shopping is just torture. And “skrule” was cruel and unusual punishment by some Yack in the Box!)
She directed me to carry on and gave me my instructions. I promised. So last Saturday, I did it again for her.
Funny! Nothing like a dirty old man wandering around young girls clothing stores. At least, when I was carrying a bag or two, I didn’t feel so self-conscious.
Any way, I write this post to share two serendipitous moments.
The first store we hit had music and the tune that played after our arrival was Taylor Swift’s @tswift13 “You Belong With Me”. I took that as an omen to encourage me to relax and enjoy the moment.
The day went on to its eventual conclusion when even a tween gets tired of “shopping”.
So I rewarded myself with some time at the AL410 for a Met’s loss, a Yank’s loss, and a few adult beverages.
Closing the joint, I headed home to “do” Jasper Jottings. I was strangely hungry. So I ducked into McD’s. (Yeah, I know non-primal carbs after 7PM.) Gotta Big Mac.
Home, ate, Jottings, sack!
This morning I looked at the McD receipt. It’s number 247.
That was Our Girl’s favorite-est number.
Was that a message from the Universe?
Like well done, well pleased.
Or just coincidence?
You decide. I know what I’d like to believe.
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Posted by reinkefj
Donated 2 more bags today!
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http://obits.nj.com/obituaries/starledger/obituary.aspx?n=Diane-Brennan&pid=165652319
Diane Gallagher Brennan
Obituary
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Diane Gallagher Brennan, 65, of Columbia, N.J., died June 30, 2013, at Morristown Medical Center following a long battle with lymphoma.
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A native of Bayonne, N.J., Diane attended Holy Family Academy before enrolling at Chestnut Hill College in Philadelphia, where she was recognized for her academic achievements in the university’s “Who’s Who” directory, as well as for her athletic accomplishments as a member of the school’s basketball and tennis halls of fame.
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Funny, how these reminders keep coming up.
Maybe …
Silly …
Dona Nobis Pacem!
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Posted by reinkefj
Blood drive in New / North Brunswick 1130 to 3
Mass this morning thinking of her.
Maybe I’ll “remote work” or maybe just take a “mental health” day.
Sadly.
Wasn’t supposed to end.
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They didn’t have the usual setup today so everything was “approximated”. Hence, they were only taking singles and doubles today. DRAT!
Due to my “superior qualifications” as a “cow”, they were able to “milk” me for a double.
That translates to four bags of platelets for someone who needs them.
They find it harder to get platelet donors than whole blood donors.
(Hey, it’s hard work hooked up to one of these “dumb” boxes. And, you have to sort of focus, “squeeze the little ball on the draw, and relax on the return”. Over, and over, and over. For about 2+ hours. Fortunately, I’m a good layer around. Today, I listed to all my @tswift13 music.)
Any way, that brings me to 70/75 bags replaced.
Never let it be said that I let Our Girl down with an unkept promise.
(But my butt still hurts!)
Laff!
Join me next month?
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Posted by reinkefj
For the better part of almost a year now. I roll out of bed, shape up, and go to work arriving between 7 and 8 AM.
Clock work!
So on Monday, knowing I’d be late, I could my senior coworker and my Boss.
Went to Mass.
Come out and turn on my phone and berry. They start to have a nervous breakdown. Email, calls, texts!
Did the building burn down? Did our pool with the lotto? Was there an asteroid on its way to 22102?
NO!
My coworkers missed me at my appointed time and feared the worst.
They were getting ready to send a expedition over to the condo to see if I died in my sleep.
(LAFF, I should be so lucky!)
And, they even involved my senior coworker, who forgot about the conversation.
Hysterical!
I guess they are creatures of habit too and you’re not allowed to deviate from the norm.
Maybe next year, they’ll remember.
I thought it was quite touching and funny.
It was the cherry on a lousy morning!
(Or should that be mourning?)
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Evlynn Marie Mahoney Reinke
(July 1, 1947 – February 26, 2011)
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What can I say?
My life changed that day.
And the rush for the finish line began.
To catch up.
It’s like … missing an essential part of what was “me”.
I don’t know how other folks doit.
One foot in from of the other, I guess.
No sympathy; no pity needed.
I have a great 40+ years. More than most; less than some.
I only regret the days I didn’t treasure what I had.
This ends what I call the “yucky season” — starts are Halloween (She loved the kids at the door and always made a game out of it!) and end at the end of February. Only bad day the rest of the year is 7/1 her birthday.
“This too shall pass.”
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http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/This_too_shall_pass
The phrase appears in the works of Persian Sufi poets, such as Sanai and Attar of Nishapur. Attar records the fable of a powerful king who asks assembled wise men to create a ring that will make him happy when he is sad, and vice versa. After deliberation the sages hand him a simple ring with the words “This too will pass” etched on it, which has the desired effect.
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Posted by reinkefj
In my never ending quest to rediscover the old dives of my childhood — yes, I frequented bars in my high school days; one of the advantages of working real jobs with real men — was the discovery of quaint places that were friendly and welcoming.
Unlike today, where it’s a gooferment regulated expensive hustle.
Beer in high school was 20 cents; 10 cents if you had id. It was as cheap as soda. The bars then would turn a blind eye to age. And you’d get bounced forever if you were “rude”. BUt I digress. When I went into my regular place, the regular tender made a big deal of proofing me. Wonder how he knew? And I got the “legal” price.
But I digress.
I happened to try the “Mad Fox Brewing Company” in Fairfax for “dinner”.
And, incomes a patron buying a ‘growler’ of beer.
Boy, did that bring back old memories.
My father-in-law didn’t care for canned or bottled beer; said it gave him gas. So every night, and I mean every night after the family dinner, he go downstairs to the tavern with his ceramic / metal container. I was informed is was a “growler”. Conveniently, the tavern was located next door to the apartments. A while later, he’d return with a growler full of draft beer.
When the growler was “dirty”. (It had to be cleaned and seasoned. Never learned what all that was.) He’d get cardboard ones. But they deteriorated quickly.
SO, any way, as much as I try to escape the past, it seems to haunt me.
Girls basketball on TV too.
Just in case I might forget.
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