Whine of the Day
My whine glass overflows...
6/23/23
What is up with bread; I hate boom booms; caregiving and poopsadoodles; aphasia and "AI art" gives me a headache; everything rots.
What is up with bread?
I am not speaking of money, although I wish I had some...
I am speaking of bread you eat: white bread, rye bread, Italian bread, bagels, English muffins, etc. Why does bread purchased in stores or bakeries no longer turn moldy? In the olden days, say a few years ago, if I purchased a loaf of Italian bread from a grocery store bakery, within a week to two weeks (depending on the time of year and weather) the bread would eventually turn moldy. It has been doing that my entire life, and I am 56 years old.
Now I can leave the same loaf of Italian bread from the grocery store bakery on the counter for a month and it does not turn moldy, maybe a little hard, but no mold to be found.
The white toxic bread I buy at Wallyworld doesn't turn moldy either. Instead it turns mushy with a gross chemical smell after a month hanging around in my kitchen.
What is being put in bread products that has eliminated the growth of mold? Anyone know?
I try to make my own bread, but I suck at it, and my Chinese bread making machine gives the bread a toxic chemical taste. Ugh.
I Hate Boom Booms
My most hated holiday is just around the corner...good 'ol 4th of July (American Independence Day.
Ugh.
I live on a lake and lake living has positives and negatives. One big negative is out of towners coming out to the lake to shoot off fireworks on the 4th of July.
Every. Damn. Year.
They don't shoot off fireworks on the 4th only, they shoot them off every night on the 4th of July week and every weekend for the month of June and July.
Boom booms are never ending. You want to sleep? Hell no. Boom booms and dynamite are blown off all day and night, usually up to 3 am.
Boom booms are boring, loud and irritating. Pets and wildlife are terrified of the explosions, but do humans care? Hell no. Where would humans be without their constant noise? The fireworks and dynamite are not cheap. Where the people in my rural area get the thousands of dollars each year to spend on loud sticks of explosions is beyond me.
I swear most people do not like fireworks they just pretend they do, because it is a supposed symbol of America (even though the fireworks come from communist China). It is always one guy outside at 2am blowing off his wad, while the rest of the people at the 4th of July party are inside looking at their phones.
I hate boom booms, I could care less if *that* is unAmerican. I pray God gets me through another year of being on the front line. I now understand what PTSD is, the constant explosions (never knowing when the next dynamite will blow up outside your window) is nerve wracking.
Not that anyone cares...
Caregiving and Poopsadoodles
I have been a caregiver since 1996 when my mother had a stroke which paralyzed her on her right side and gave her aphasia. She was 55 years old, I was 30 years old.
I will be 57 years old this year and my mom is 82 years old.
I have been caregiving for 27 years.
I have no kids, my mom is my kid I never had. Most people who have kids take care of them until they turn into adults (usually 18 years of caregiving). My mom will never grow up. I have been taking care of her going on three decades. I will take care of her until the day she dies or the day I die whichever comes first.
I am tired of caregiving. I am tired of emptying bedpans/commodes, I am tired of helping her dress, making her meals, giving her a bath, cutting her hair/nails/toenails. I am tired of cleaning her house, doing her laundry, giving her medication.
I told God I am tired of caregiving. Maybe he heard me...and yet here I am, still doing it.
Speaking of emptying bedpans...
I am really tired of keeping track of my mother's bowel movements. I have seen enough poopsadoodles for a lifetime. Now I am keeping track of my cat Rusty's bowel movements, because he just doesn't want to poop them in his box. In fact he doesn't like to poop at all. He holds them in until the last moment, then he plops out his poopsadoodles wherever he feels like it.
Nice.
Rusty is old. My mother is old. I am old. Maybe someday I will drop a poopsadoodle wherever I feel like it.
Aphasia and "AI Art" Gives Me a Headache
Aphasia is now mainstream.
Aphasia: A brain-connected problem with language abilities, including speaking or understanding other people speaking. Aphasia is an inability to comprehend or formulate language because of damage to specific brain regions.
Maybe I have aphasia. I do not understand most people I speak to. I do not understand most of what is written on the internet. The words make no sense to me. There are many popular Substack writers that I read and many times I have no clue what they are talking about.
Seriously. I try, I really do. I will read and reread articles and still have no clue what was written. All gobbedlygook. But for some reason there will be hundreds of comments on the articles, with others chiming in like they actually understood what was written.
Really?
What is wrong with me? Why am I not understanding the world anymore?
The President of the United States and many people in Congress are certifiably demented, they make no sense and spout lies, and gibberish and most people play along with it and perhaps see no problem with the aphasiatic world we now live in.
Ugh.
Another thing... I hate the AI (Artificial Intelligence) artwork being produced on the internet. Many bloggers and Substack writers are placing AI "Art" on their articles. I can spot AI "Art" right away.
Dark. Too smooth. Ugly. Soulless.
I don't hate modern art, even art generated on computers, as long as both have a human generating the art - but I hate AI "Art." I suppose one can say I am just jealous of AI "Art" because my stupid cartoons take too long to make and will never be as fast and smooth looking as art generated by AI.
Yup. Plus AI "Art" is ugly and has no sense of humor.
Hate it, hate it, hate it.
Everything Rots
Me and my sis have been "putting lipstick on a pig" for the past two weeks.
Red and white lipstick.
We are painting our mom's camp which sits next door to our house. The camp is over 100 years old.
She is an old lady, just like me and my sis. The camp hasn't been used since 1994 when my dad died.
We decided to paint it this year because it hasn't been painted in over 10 years and it was badly peeling.
As we scraped, scraped, scraped, we noticed the camp is rotted all over.
Ugh.
We are fixing the worst of the rot, but most of the rot is just going to be painted over.
Lipstick on a pig.
Everything rots.
We have trees and bushes rotting and dying. Why? Who knows. Everything rots.
You can't stop the rot. You really can't.
Huge respect for taking care of your Mom. Incredibly difficult. You are one tough customer, Napoleon. God bless you and your family.
I just laughed so hard I almost choked to death....still laughing can't type...it was the poopsidoodle that did it...OMG (catching breath)...my sister arrives today, she caregave for my mom (Alzheimers) for about 5 years and sometimes had to dig out the poopsidoodles.....(catching breath again)...I know it is not funny but I am rolling on the floor....the cat...omg...that gif...I have a cat that poops on the floor too and holds it, but not from old age, has been like that since I adopted. I can't imagine having to deal with all that, but Lord you are funny.
I agree about AI/Art and Aphasia (I am so old I forget words myself) and the only thing left for us to do IS to put Lipstick on the Pig.
Blessings to you. Oh my stomach hurts from laughing....thank you best laugh I've had in months.