Posts to read…

Hey everyone: I’m having hand surgery tomorrow. It will take a little time to mend and will then be better. What to do until I can type again?

Here’s what I came up with. I went to 2012 and 2013 and chose some of what I believe are the better posts I wrote then. Read some of them. If you don’t like one, try another. There ought to be something you’ll enjoy.

Cary Grant, ‘A Conversatrion with Cary Grant’

To select the one you want, go to the box on the upper right of the home page where the magnifying glass is, type in the name of the post as I’ve listed it.

Alma Mahler, ‘Reflections on Reincarnation
Lynda Carter ‘She only looks as though she knows’

Favorite Sayings. June, 2012

The Most Beautiful Cat in the World, March 3, 2013

Reflections on Reincarnation, April 21, 2013

She Only Looks As Though She Knows, May, 2013

Murder in the Bedroom

A Conversation with Cary Grant, June 22, 2013

Falling in Love, Literally, July 21, 2013

Murder in the Bedroom, Sept 21, 2013

Caution: May Contain Peanuts, uh, Breasts
(Reader discretion is advised) Sept 2, 2013

Sometimes things won’t let us lose them, Dec 22, 2013

Happy reading.
I’ll be fine and I’ll be back soon.


1,2,3,4 long days without my computer….



In spite of my admiration for Catherine the Great and Empress

knight in shining armor

My knight in shining armor

Wu, right now my friend/neighbor Wayne is my new hero. My computer collapsed. Poor thing had to be hospitalized and have surgery. Wayne carried it gently down to his car and drove it to the Apple hospital, where they deemed it too old to bother with. (Apple must be hard up for cash and needs us to purchase new ones. Make a donation if you can.)

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My ailing old computer

Undaunted, gallant Wayne found somewhere else to take my ailing computer, drove it there and after a few harrowing days, brought it back to me. I was more than willing to shell out the $392 required for a new video processor chip, whatever that is.

Meanwhile, I had fretted and lost sleep over the possibility of losing everything on it. Worrying, as you know, is something I excel in. However, I also learned how much time I spend on this electronic contraption. I now must admit I’m addicted and I missed it terribly.

red brook and duster

Without my computer I had no excuses

This monster takes up so much of my time, there are dozens of obvious tasks-to-do I pass by each day and think I must take care of ‘one of these days’. Well, these four days ended up being those days. I couldn’t produce any other delaying tactics not to do them.

Instead of checking my email and seeing how many visited my blog first thing in the day, I made my often neglected bed every morning. Then, although I attend Tai Chi every Monday, plus exercise classes on Wednesdays and Fridays, I managed — in addition to get on my Exercycle Ladyonbikeand Stepper three times during the four days without electronic distractions. (The last time I’d managed time for that was March 8th!) I also managed to daily do the physio-recommended arm exercises for my torn tendons.


My desk is now neater…

I have oodles of paper left over from my old printer which require detaching before I can use them in my new one. I now have a respectable stack ready and prepared. My desk is also somewhat neater. I filed many papers which had sat there for months. Papers and documents awaiting shredding got shredded and properly recycled. At last, my 2016 phone book/calendar got disposed of, with all your names and phone numbers safely shredded as well. Long neglected, shocked loved ones and friends received phone calls out of the blue. I feel so noble!

My kitchen received attention as well. I neatened up my ‘plastic bag’ drawer, piling various bags high on my counter, after which I diligently separated them by size. I carefully weighed the separated stacks down in the drawer with paperweights. (I did this in spite of son Rafi’s warning that this madness would indicate to visitors that I’m neat, thus making them uncomfortable in my home.) After that, I attacked my wealth of plastic containers, matching tops and bottoms, and discarding all those I couldn’t fix up with anyone. Then, because I;d rather not go out when it snows, I’d accumulated extra ‘just in case’ food supplies during winter, I pulled everything down from those crowded cabinets and put things in order. Can you imagine?

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I cleaned up the winter debris

Nor did my balcony get overlooked in this frenzy. On a rain-less day, I got out there and cleared up the debris left over from winter. My outdoor pots are now ‘almost’ pristine and ready for spring planting. You’ve got to be impressed!

Well, now I have my computer back and this ain’t gonna happen again for (hopefully) a very long time. I’m back. Thank goodness for small favors! I was even driving myself crazy…..

Reflections on Reincarnation

I’ve made up my mind. If reincarnation exists and I have to come back as a woman, I’m coming back as a woman with absolute power — like Catherine the Great of Russia, or Empress Wu of China. These gals knew how to get what they wanted and were willing to go to great lengths to acquire it. What’s more important — they also knew how to have a really good time.

A Youthful Catherine the Great

A Youthful Catherine the Great

Catherine, born in l729, was married to Peter III, the future Tzar. It wasn’t exactly a match made in heaven. Nonetheless, Catherine was expected to produce an heir, and this she did, although no one knows for sure who the father of her son Paul actually was. Ahem!

After Empress Elizabeth’s demise in l761, Peter III, her designated heir, did become Tzar. Not one to waste time, within six months, Catherine, along with her lover at the time, Gregory Orlov, overthrew Peter in a coup. Peter did resign, but whoops, within a few days he was strangled. Now how did that happen? No matter. It was convenient — Peter was safely out of the picture and could never be a problem for Catherine again. (That’s what you get for not being nice to your wife.) For good measure, his mistress was done away with as well.

Tzar Peter III, quickly eliminated

Tzar Peter III, quickly eliminated

Later, some nut declared he was Peter III and managed to gather an army of rag-tag believers. (There are people who will believe anything.) He caused some disturbances, but was duly caught and publicly executed and that was that.

But never-mind the history lesson. What I really dig about Catherine is that she was able to have as many lovers as she pleased — and she pleased. As the most powerful woman in Russia, she could have any man in her realm. Whatever guy chosen to be her “favorite” obliged. Who would/could say no? Besides, she was generous. Her “favorites” and their families were all well rewarded for their services to their sovereign.

Once, as I was reading a biography of Catherine, I learned that, already in her sixties, she chose a handsome, well-built young man of 27 to be her lover. My daughter Susan came by. I expressed my surprise that Catherine, at such an age, would be interested in a relationship with a 27-year old — I couldn’t see it for myself.

“What would she have to talk to a kid like that about?” I asked.

“Mom, she didn’t need him to talk to. She corresponded with some of the greatest minds in Europe. Talk was not what she wanted him for.”

At times, Susan can be a real pragmatist…..

Would I want to be like Empress Wu???

Would I want to be like Empress Wu???

Well, if I can’t come back as Catherine, perhaps I could come back as someone like Empress Wu, who was born about 625, although I admit I have some problems with how many people she “eliminated” in order to get ahead and protect her territory.

Emperor Li Zhi who made Wu his Empress

Emperor Li Zhi who made Wu his Empress

This gal, who became one of the Emperor’s concubines when she was all of 13, probably ‘knew’ his son in a biblical way, for after the Emperor’s death, although she was expected to spend the rest of her life as a nun in a convent (as concubines of Emperors were supposed to), she ended up as one of the concubines of his son, Li Zhi, who became Emperor when his dad died. Now, how do you think she managed that? Especially since at that time and place Li Zhi was something like her step-son and her relationship with him was considered incestuous by Confucian principles.  Tsk, tsk.

The Empress Wang was childless. Wu gave birth to a daughter, and it is said she strangled her baby to get rid of the Empress by blaming her with the murder of what was, after all, the Emperor’s own child. It worked! The Empress was brutally murdered and Concubine became Empress. (Keep that in mind should you find yourself in similar circumstances).

Anyone considered a threat to her position of power was done for, and so were their sons. Wu wasn’t squeamish, she slaughtered real and/or imagined adversaries with abandon. Family members who made this Empress uneasy were not any safer. Nephews, uncles, close and distant relatives were ‘eliminated’; even her own oldest son was murdered in a power struggle with his mom. They were poisoned, strangled, ordered boiled in oil, or accused of treason and put to death in most horrendous ways.

Some believe she ultimately poisoned her husband, the Emperor. Doesn’t seem far-fetched to me. Such was the nature of Empress Wu. After his death, she ruled China. Then, in spite of it all, the lady died of natural causes in her own bed.

Would I really want to be like her? Well, now that I think of it, perhaps not. But, what I do get a kick out of is that Empress Wu, like Catherine, knew how to have a good time. Apparently, at the palace, she unabashedly maintained a ‘stable’ of amusing, naughty, and entertaining guys for her ‘pleasure’. Now, that wouldn’t have been so bad when I was younger and had more energy, and if, in that future life, I had a few less scruples than I’ve had in this one.

The young beauty, Alma Mahler

The young beauty, Alma Mahler

Oh, but both these powerful women were able to kill and/or order the death of others. I’m not sure I have that in me, and would I actually want to be like that in a future life? Well, I could, perhaps, settle for another option.

Husband #1, Gustav Mahler, famous in his own right

Husband #1, Gustav Mahler, famous in his own right

A man once told me that sex appeal in a woman doesn’t come in any look or shape or size, that ‘it’ is something that just oozes out of her pores. Alma Mahler, Gustav Mahler’s wife, obviously had ‘it’ and she was a beauty as well. By the time she married Mahler, 19 years her senior, he was the Director of the Vienna Opera and extremely successful. She was young and pregnant, and had already had several ‘flirtations’ with prominent, talented admirers. Her dad was a well-known painter, and the men surrounding her were well-to-do and gifted. Gustav Klimt was amongst her ‘friends’ prior to her marriage.

Walter Gropius, lover during Alma's first marriage and husband #2

Walter Gropius, lover during Alma’s first marriage and husband #2

Not one to take marriage vows too seriously, Alma met and had an affair with the young architect, Walter Gropius, who later became the founder of the famous Bauhaus School of Design. She did remain with Mahler, however, until his death in 1911.

Artist Oskar Kokoschka and Alma had a mad love affair between hubby #1 and #2

Artist Oskar Kokoschka and Alma had a mad love affair between hubby #1 and #2

From 1912-1914, Alma had a wild, passionate love affair with the painter Oskar Kokoschka, who depicted her in his well-known painting “Bride of the Wind”. Alma found this tumultuous relationship trying, so off she went to Germany to find Walter Gropius, who married her in 1915. They had a child or two, but the military was keeping Gropius away and Alma required attention.

She began an affair with the well-known author, Franz Werfel. Everyone in Vienna knew the child she was carrying was not fathered by Gropius, and when Gropius found out, he wasn’t as understanding as Mahler had been when Gropius had had an affair with Alma during her marriage to Mahler. Well, just what did he expect? Gropius and Alma divorced in 1920.

Author Franz Werfel, lover during marriage #2, and husband #3

Author Franz Werfel, lover during marriage #2, and husband #3

Not hindered by any of this, Alma continued to live with Werfel, marrying him in 1929. Werfel, who was Jewish, and Alma were helped to flee to America in 1940. Werfel was a great success in the U.S. as well. His book “The Song of Bernadette” was made into a Hollywood film in 1943.

Later in life, Oskar Kokoschka, who apparently never stopped loving Alma, wanted to visit her during a trip he was planning to the U.S. Alma refused, writing him she preferred him to remember her the way she had been when they were lovers. Still, age wasn’t a deterrent for this lady. Still married to Werfel, Alma was having yet another affair in the U.S., this time with a man of the Church. Her adult daughter, who resented her mom, (We can’t be everything, Alma wasn’t a great mother.) complained to Werfel, saying it was a disgrace. Werfel is said to have replied “Oh, leave her alone. She’s having her last fling.” Guess it didn’t bother him….

I read that Alma never wore panties. Was that part of her magic? Is that why she was so popular with men? And, is it what I did wrong? If I had only thought of that perhaps I’d have been more popular. Shucks! I could have had much more fun! My whole life could have been different!

I was taught to be a good girl by my mother and I listened to her. Perhaps in my next life, I should do it all differently……