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Avoiding A Case Of “My Corona” March 5, 2020

Posted by nrhatch in Health & Wellness, Humor, Less IS More, People.
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New Scientist suggests that people can minimize the risk of infection from coronavirus (or the flu) by practicing “social distancing” and good hygiene:

1. Move at least a meter (or more!) away from anyone who appears ill if you can.

2. Don’t shake hands, hug or kiss people as a greeting.* (See Op-Ed Below).

3. Wash your hands often with soap and water, or use an alcohol hand rub, especially after touching surfaces that might be contaminated.

The World Health Organization (WHO) says there is no need for healthy people to wear face masks.

It also says there is no evidence that pets can get and spread covid-19, or that the virus can be passed on via letters, packages or food.

To read more:  Coronavirus: What You Need To Know (New Scientist)

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* Op-Ed: Tip #2 is good advice

In my opinion, WAY TOO MANY people expect a hug, a kiss, or a hand shake when greeting others . . . even when said people are virtual strangers.

You know the type. Anytime an introduction is made, muscle memory causes them to mindlessly shove their hand forward in a gesture designed to signify, “damn glad to meetcha!”

Before you mindlessly reciprocate, think about this ~> you don’t know where that hand has been OR when said hand was last washed, if ever.  For all you know, it spent the last hour scratching/grooming/cleaning up after a troop of monkeys.

Or, you know, just one filthy monkey.

Since I’ve never been a fan of the hand shake (or of forced hugs and kisses), I’m going to use “Coronavirus Concerns” as a convenient excuse to “bow out” of hellos and good-byes involving any form of physical contact.

Henceforth and herewith, instead of shaking hands, or sharing a perfunctory hug or kiss, I’ll keep a SAFE distance, place MY scrupulously clean palms together, and give a brief nod in greeting:

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Namaste.

It’ll be interesting to see peoples’ reactions, especially those who (on auto pilot) shove their germ-laden mitts forward without first considering whether physical connection/ contact is (a) necessary or (b) desired.

Aah . . . that’s better!

 

Giving Starbucks A Run For The Money March 3, 2020

Posted by nrhatch in Food & Drink, Humor.
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Panera Bread has announced a new program in its Bakery Cafes . . . unlimited coffee for $8.99 a MONTH!

MyPanera+Coffee: Unlimited Coffee Subscription for $8.99 per month.

 

There is a bit of “fine print” involved, but not too much. ~> you must join “My Panera” . . . you can only get a fresh cup of coffee every 2 hours . . . etc.

Bottom line:  If you’re a coffee drinker who lives near a Panera, you might want to stop in and check out this bottom-less cup deal.

Especially if you look like this in the morning:

Or like this:

When you would rather look like this:

Or like this:

Aah . . . that’s better!

Garbanzo Bean Dip February 9, 2020

Posted by nrhatch in Food & Drink, Humor, Vegetarian Recipes.
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Garbanzo Bean Dip

1 (or 2) 14 oz. cans of garbanzo beans, drained & rinsed
4 oz. can Hatch green chiles, drained (Hot or Mild)
2-4 Tbsp. vegan mayo
2-3 oz. parmesan or romano, grated
1/4 c. chopped parsley (dried is OK)
2-3 cloves crushed garlic

Smash the beans in a food processor.  Dump into a bowl and stir in the other ingredients.  Adjust as needed ~ e.g., start with less and add more if needed. Sometimes less is more.

If you want a bit more “heat” ~ add crushed red pepper flakes or cayenne. Here, too, sometimes less is more.

Time permitting, refrigerate a few hours or overnight to let the flavors meld.  (But it’s delicious even when scarfed down/ served straight away.)

To serve warm, bake at 350 degrees for 20 minutes (or so).

Or microwave for 2-3 minutes.

Or serve it cold.
Or at room temperature.

Your dip/spread.  Your choice.

Serve with crackers or sturdy chips.

Aah . . . that’s yummy!

The Best & The Worst February 7, 2020

Posted by nrhatch in Home & Garden, Humor, Life Balance.
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Before we enter the “real world,” many of us join the labor force on a part-time basis to earn spending money to supplement the meagre allowances doled out by parents on Saturday mornings . . .

In our family, the four of us each got $1 a week, but only after we’d weeded the gardens, mowed the yard, and slopped the hogs.

Or scooped up dog poop from the dog’s run.  Or washed the cars.  Or emptied the dishwasher.  Or shoveled the driveway.  Or cleaned the bathrooms.  Or completed any other onerous chores dreamed up and assigned to us.

Realizing that I needed more than $1 a week in spending money caused me to look beyond the confines of my parents’ home and garden.

My first part-time gig in high school involved “babysitting” for neighbor kids.  I loved it!

They played or watched TV while I did homework. After finishing my homework, I played or watched TV with them, supervised dinner and bath time, readied them for bed, and then read to them.  Fun and easy.

Plus, I loved being in charge!

Eventually, my desire for cash caused me to look outside the neighborhood for supplemental income.  And boy did I luck out!  My 3 favorite part-time jobs included:

1.  Test Monkey at Bell Laboratories (testing phone reception).  I sat in a booth, listening.  And making notations on a sheet of paper.  No manual labor involved.  Nice!

2.  Beertender at the Hoi Polloi (college bar) ~ listening to local bands (and drinking beer) for free while serving up draft beer (for $0.50) to fellow students, including crushes.  The tips were great AND we got a meal ticket to use at the Wigwam.  Each golden ticket covered ALL the food we could fit on the tray ~ a huge club sandwich, fries, drink, dessert, etc.  Enough for me and a few friends!  The only downside of the job was mopping up the ankle-deep spilled beer at 1 am.  *YAWN*

3.  Working in a snack hut at the Garden State Arts Center ~ listening to rock concerts for free.  After intermission, we inventoried our sales, closed the snack huts, and sat on the lawn to listen to the main acts, which included Stephen Stills, Dave Mason, ELO, Chicago, the Moody Blues, Seals & Croft, Loggins & Messina, the Eagles, Hall & Oates, etc..  If we didn’t get scheduled to work on the night of a good concert, we got into the venue for free by telling the ushers (our friendly co-workers) that we were picking up our checks.  The fact that we had 2-3 friends with us never seemed to faze them.

But life is not always a bowl of cherries, ripe for the picking.  I also got hired for two part-time jobs I hated.  Both involved selling on commission.

1. Distributor of Exam Survival Kits on campus ~ the kit included candy, snacks, and a Crammer Hammer (an inflatable hammer that stressed students could smack against the side of their head to relieve stress and cram knowledge into over-stuffed brains).  My job was to distribute kits around campus during final exams, receiving a solid $0.10 for each!  After receiving $400 for distributing 4,000 kits, I resigned.  In comparison, selling Girl Scout Cookies could be viewed as a get-rich-quick scheme.

“Here! Let me hit you with my Crammer Hammer!”

2.  Still worse was my short stint as a Fire Safety Consultant ~ selling fire safety equipment door-to-door.  I made a total of two presentations.  The first to parents of my best friend who declined to order safety ladders for their bedroom windows for one good reason ~> they lived in a single-story ranch.   My second (and last) presentation, to a neighbor who had been a volunteer firefighter for years, convinced me to quit.  Half-way through my preamble, he asked to see the stats/hype I’d been “sold” by the company.  As we went over them together, he demonstrated to me that I’d been brain-washed by the “party line.”  With that, my consulting days were done.

But all’s well that ends well.

Needing something to do for the rest of the summer, I got a job as a cashier at Becker’s Hardware . . . where I met BFF.

Aah . . . that’s better!

What’s the best part-time gig you ever had?  Or the worst?  Do tell.

The Chicken or The Egg February 3, 2020

Posted by nrhatch in Food & Drink, Humor, Joke, Less IS More.
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We’ve all heard people ponder the question:  “Which came first, the chicken or the egg?”

I’ve never come up with a satisfactory resolution to that inquiry.  So, let’s table that discussion for the duration of this blog post.

Instead, I’d like to know why hard-boiled eggs are ubiquitous to Macaroni Salad, Potato Salad, Ham Salad, Tuna Salad, etc., when they are clearly NOT a necessary adjunct.

They’re just there.

Like that creep in the corner of the bar keeping silent watch.

“Stop looking at me!”

Even more perplexing than the perennial presence of hard-boiled eggs in potluck offerings is the apparent absence of eggs from chicken salad.

I’ve seen chicken salad dolled up with grapes, pineapple, raisins, apples, mandarin oranges, cranberries, celery, onion, slivered almonds, walnuts, peanuts, pecans, cashews, curry, pickles, olives, capers . . . you name it.

But I just googled “chicken salad recipes” and none of the 20 recipes at the top of the “hit list” called for hard-boiled egg.

Not that I’m complaining since I don’t eat chicken or eggs, especially hard-boiled eggs.

But why is it that the chicken and the egg are rarely “co-stars” in chicken salad?  Don’t people realize that eggs and chicken are about as closely related as two foods can get?

They’re NOT first cousins, twice removed, like ham and eggs or green eggs & ham.  They’re from the same nuclear family ~ think parent and child or siblings at different stages of development.

Green Eggs and HamSo why aren’t they considered suitable company for each other in chicken salad?

Oh, wait.

I get it.

It might seem incestuous.

Aah . . . that’s better! 

In The Days Before E-Bay January 27, 2020

Posted by nrhatch in Home & Garden, Humor, Sustainable Living.
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My first apartment was a 2 bedroom sub-let from a friend in high school.

I rented it sight unseen without meeting my roommate-to-be or seeing the puke green shag carpet or the roach motel in the kitchen.

I paid $100 for the furniture my friend wasn’t interested in taking with her ~ a bed, a dresser, a built in “desk” made from a 2 foot section of kitchen counter, a threadbare sofa, a stained armchair, a coffee table with 3 faux marble insets (one cracked), and ample cinderblocks that could be used to build end tables, bookshelves, etc.

Come to think of it, the furniture was free ~ I paid $100 for the curtains! 😀

Aah . . . the Good Old Days!

Thoughts To Ponder January 23, 2020

Posted by nrhatch in Art & Photography, Humor, Life Balance, Mindfulness.
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1. Jokes, like life, don’t benefit from over analysis.

2. Just ask:  Will this make my life Simpler?  Happier?  More Joyful?

3. Inhale/Exhale ~> where does a circle start?

¯\_(ツ)_/¯

Aah . . . that’s better!

Here’s To The Roaring Twenties! December 27, 2019

Posted by nrhatch in Humor, Life Balance, People.
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The 1920’s brought in a decade of change, known as the Roaring Twenties:

The Roaring Twenties got their name from the exuberant, freewheeling popular culture that defines the decade. The most obvious examples of this are jazz bands and flappers.

It was the decade that bought dramatic social and political change, flare and freedom to women, and advances in science and technology.

Also known as the Jazz Age, the decade of the 1920s featured economic prosperity and carefree living for many. The 1920s was a decade of change that began with a roar and ended with a crash.

Maybe the 2020’s will be a reprise!

Let’s hope the decade doesn’t end with a *CRASH*

Happy New Year . . . and Decade!

Life Continues After Death December 19, 2019

Posted by nrhatch in Humor, Life Balance, People.
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An Iowa convict convicted of murder in 1997 and sentenced to life in prison without the possibility of parole filed his third petition for post-conviction relief on his own behalf, without counsel.

He claimed that, during a 2015 hospitalization, he was legally dead for a period of time before he was revived by the doctors’ efforts.

Therefore, he argued, his “death” completed his life sentence, and he should be free to go.

The courts did not buy his argument:

The district court granted the state’s motion to dismiss the petition without an evidentiary hearing, and refused to appoint counsel for him. On appeal, the Court of Appeals of Iowa, in an opinion by Judge Amanda Potterfield, affirmed the lower court’s decision.

She wrote, “Schreiber is either still alive, in which case he must remain in prison, or he is actually dead, in which case this appeal is moot.”  She further noted that since Schreiber had signed the PCR application and his motion for reconsideration, the latter did not seem likely.

Aah . . . poetic justice!

Source: Disciplinary Board, PA Supreme Court, December 2019 Newsletter

O Little Town of Bethlehem December 9, 2019

Posted by nrhatch in Animals, Happiness, Humor, People.
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We joined a Bethlehem Walk last night at a local church.

The re-creation was authentic down to the last detail (except for the Christmas lights decorating the “inns,” the microphones, the loudspeakers, and the asphalt upon which Mary & Joseph trudged while looking for shelter).

The event, oddly reminiscent of Noah’s Ark, included 2 spitting llamas, 2 Aflac-ing ducks, 2 bleating goats and a miniature horse who remained silent for the duration (no doubt annoyed that his mate had stood him up).

We sang carols (off key of course) while diners seated on the outside patio at The Waterfront restaurant looked on in awe.

After Mary & Joseph got settled into “the stable,” they invited us in to meet the star of the show ~> Baby Jesus!

Following a brief introduction to the bonny boy, the people who peopled the procession stayed to enjoy cookies, sandwiches and chips (a menu served at all the finest establishments in Bethlehem back in the day).

I doubt it will become an annual tradition for us, but it was an eclectic ecclesiastic event.

Aah . . . that’s better!