This Brew’s for You: National Beer Lover’s Day: September 7

How many times have you gotten through a long trip singing “One Hundred Bottles of Beer on the Wall?” It was a standard on almost any school field trip. It usually petered out sometime in the Eighties, Seventies or Sixty bottles of beer on the wall.

In honor of National Beer Lover’s Day, let’s raise a bottle, stein, or pilsener glass to the school bus drivers that got us there safely despite our best bad-singing efforts.

Beer and the process of brewing beer goes back to ancient times in cultures the world over. The crafting of beer carries rich traditions, often requiring years of training and experience in the trade while the methods, grains, and flavors continue to change and evolve over time. Becoming a brewmaster can take years of fine-tuning the skills to make an exemplary beer or even an ale. One sure requirement is a love of beer and the craft. Today, fill your glass with an ice-cold, frothy beer and savor every gulp!

Why Seniors Don’t Change Their Passwords

Taken from a chain email

writer at computer



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Boiled cabbage


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1 boiled cabbage


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Just Because Day–August 27

I needed a blog topic: Just Because Day provided both topic and a reason to celebrate.

Just Because Day should not be confused with Operation Just Cause– the US invasion of Panama Dec 20, 1989 – Jan 31, 1990.

In the late 1950s, Joseph J. Goodwin of Los Gatos, California created Just Because Day. It began as a family holiday and grew into an annual celebration across the United States.


Here is what I’m going to do today

  1. Go  to the Barnes and Noble Cafe to buy and eat a salted caramel cookie
  2. Take a bag of clothes and books to Good Will
  3. Follow a country road I have never driven before
  4. Spend at least an hour reading or listening to one of the three library books I have checked out
  5. Do something nice for my husband
  6. Go shopping for something other than groceries or necessities–maybe even buy something.

What are you going to do today, just because?









Why Didn’t You Shovel the Other Side?

snowy dayWhen you are a Fed in the DC Metro area  Monday through Friday, the OPM website tells you whether or not to report to work if there is any snow or other major weather event.  However, if you have to work on the weekend, you are on your own.

In the  1990s, I ran the post library at Ft Myer next to Arlington Cemetery.  On Friday evening, I was in Mechanicsburg, PA to accompany my husband to a mandatory evening function.  (I can’t remember what it was, but it involved evening wear.)  It had snowed all day and we thought that the event might have been canceled but Central PA routinely deals with the type of snow that would paralyze DC.

On Saturday morning, we got up extra early to shovel the snow away from the cars so that we could begin the two-hour drive back to Arlington, Virginia.  The Pennsylvanians had already cleared the snow in Carlisle, PA, and south along US 15.  In Maryland, I-270 was in almost as good a shape.  I-95 in Maryland and Virginia was tolerable.  The roads on Ft Myer had not been touched.

Fortunately, my Chrysler convertible had front-wheel drive, as long as the snow was shallow enough for the wheels to haul the low chassis through the snow.  My husband’s four-wheel-drive Jeep did better in the snow but a higher center of gravity meant it was not as stable as my convertible when changing lanes on icy highways.

When we got to the library, the Jeep lead way into the partially shoveled parking lot.  My husband drove the Jeep back and forth creating parking spaces for both of our cars.   Stepping into knee-deep snow, we waded to the front door of the library.  He made coffee in the staff room while I began sweeping off the front step enough to empty the book drop outside the front door, which was fortunately almost empty.

After a quick cup of coffee to warm up, we got back into our winter jackets to begin shoveling the path we had created wading up to the front door.  The snow was heavy and wet, each shovelful was a struggle to for two semi-fit fourty-somethings.

“Why don’t they get some soldiers out to help us?” he asked, gazing down the street at the barracks a few blocks away.

“Don’t know who to call on the weekend,” I explained.

We kept shoveling and thinking of all of those nearby 18-year-olds who could have finished this off in a much shorter period of time and might have enjoyed the chance to have fun in the snow.

After an hour, he went back into the library.  By now the ten-foot sidewalk was half shoveled.  The library had opened at  11 and so far no one had come out to brave the snow.  I continued shoveling for another hour and was almost finished when he came out with some salt to melt the slushy sidewalk.

I had just finished shoveling and he had most of the slush melted on the half of the sidewalk to the driveway.  The half of the sidewalk to the street was still full of snow although the base engineers had plowed the street by now.

A lady parked her car on the street at what would have been the sidewalk if it had been shoveled.  Although not an authorized  parking spot, it was the quickest path from the street to the library front door.   Grimacing, she stepped into the snow and marched as fast she could through the snow.

“Why haven’t you shoveled this yet?” she demanded, ignoring the half a sidewalk that we had shoveled.

“We did shovel the half to the parking lot,” I replied, pointing the shovel at the wet side of the sidewalk.

She threw her book onto the counter and huffed off.

About thirty minutes later, a sergeant came by with eight young soldiers, carrying shovels.  They spaced themselves out and had the rest of the sidewalk shoveled in about twenty minutes. When I asked where they had been that morning, they looked at  each other, laughed, and said “Asleep in our bunks.”





Lend Me Your Ear

When I was born  they helped me hear

The original function of the ear.

Next, they helped hold back my hair

so my eyes could glance, or see, or stare

Earbuds were inserted  for music and song

Before Bluetooth cell phones came along

Then vanity was added on to hearing

When I pierced them  and wore earrings

Next came glasses to better see

Letters no longer clear to me

Now that masks are daily wear

My ears have more than they can bear

Hearing aids not yet required

Nor or they as yet desired.



Virus Outbreak New York

Who is Your Influenzer?

Kally at Middle Me just blogged about Mega, Macro, Micro, and Nano influencers.

She distinguishes them by size:

  1. Mega-influencers: 1 million and above followers
  2. Macro-influencers: 100,000 to 1 million followers
  3. Micro-influencers: 10,000 to 100,000 followers
  4. Nano-influencers: 10,000 followers or less

Having a pun intended propensity, I started to think about MAGA influenzers.  Donald Trump tops the list.  He has a very rabid fan base that may be shrinking as Coronavirus reality conflicts with what the base would prefer to believe.  The A(list) zone is Arizona.

It seems ironic that the influenzers that think that pandemic is a hoax now have a  mask they can wear proudly.

MAGA mask

Wikipedia  provides some history on the phrase

Make America Great Again” (often abbreviated as MAGA) is a campaign slogan used in American politics that was popularized by Donald Trump in his successful 2016 presidential campaign. Ronald Reagan used the similar slogan “Let’s make America great again” in his successful 1980 presidential campaign.

Bill Clinton also used the phrase in speeches during his successful 1992 presidential campaign and again in a radio commercial aired for his wife Hillary Clinton’s 2008 presidential primary campaign. Democratic pollster Douglas Schoen has called Trump’s use of the phrase as “probably the most resonant campaign slogan in recent history”, citing large majorities of Americans who believed the country was in decline.[1][2] The slogan has become a pop culture phenomenon, seeing widespread use and spawning numerous variants in the arts, entertainment, and politics, and used both by those who support and oppose the presidency of Donald Trump.



When They Like Something That Is Not There

I truly do appreciate all of the people who stop by my blog. Some of you are regulars and some of you only light if the topic appeals to you.  Many of you take the time to ‘like’  the blog; a few of you are regular or occasional commenters.

I have one follower, who is such a prolific blogger, that I have had to limit receiving his blog posts to once a day.  He ‘likes’ my blog posts about once a week where he has liked several of them within 60 seconds.  How many posts, even short ones can you actually read in a minute?

Yesterday I reblogged On the Lighter Side:  Signs of the Times. It was truly a fun blog with lots of coronavirus memes based upon the lockdown. I saw it as recently as Friday and scheduled the reblog to appear on Sunday.

I did not know that the site had been taken down until I got a comment from Rolig.

I checked my stats about 10 am and found the following:

Lighter Sider Sign of the Times stats

I had 22 views and 15 likes for a post that was not there.  Do people even bother to click on links?


July 7 is National Dive Bar Day

National Dive Bar Day is sponsored by Seagram’s Seven Crown because 7 and 7 is a classic dive bar drink.

Definitions vary as to what a dive bar is. Dive bars are generally considered to be dingy, working-class bars, although people from all social stratifications are welcome to frequent them. The term shouldn’t be overused: not every single small bar is a dive bar, and many bars that aren’t dives are wrongly labeled as such.

One of my favorite dive bars is Big Sam’s at Rudee Inlet in Virginia Beach. Although I would not personally qualify it as a dive bar, I have a t-shirt that disagrees with me.


Attitude is Not a Platitude

attitude is everything.

On June 12, when I looked at my statistics, I realized I had published my 1,000th blog post.   I started on February 12, 2017 so it only took me three years and four months.

Quip–a witty remark. E-Quips (think e-book or email) is hopefully a witty blog.  Is it?

Since then, I’ve expanded what I write about and feel more comfortable taking a stand on some issues.  As a Libra, I try to look at both sides of an issue before making a final decision.

Blogging (almost) every day is a personal decision.  I am retired and usually have the time to write.  I don’t feel the need to be long-winded in order to get a point across.  I also feel that many people cover a topic with more eloquence or authority than I do and the librarian in me wants to share those writings with you.

So I’d like to share my gratitude
For those who like my attitude
This is real, not platitude
Though it might just be a pat-itude.

Punintendedly yours,


Fun with 404 Errors

Have you ever had the dreaded 404 error:  Page can not be found.

The HTTP 404, 404 Not Found, 404, Page Not Found, or Server Not Found error message is a Hypertext Transfer Protocol standard response code, in computer network communications, to indicate that the browser was able to communicate with a given server, but the server could not find what was requested–from Wikipedia

Merriam Webster, the dictionary people, have put their wordsmithing talents to create one of the more delightful 404 errors.

Fun with 404 errors


Have you ever found a fun 404 page?