BODY COUNTS (MAY 9)

With a week of hot hot hot weather there was quite a stampede at the lake to get boats out of their Visqueen-wrapped siestas at the Marina. Upon noting the 15-20 mile an hour winds with 35 mph gusts, we agreed the safer side of valor would be to ask for a postponement.  It was basically - "we're getting them out rain or shine".  Ok. What's a few white caps. Pontoons are wide and heavy, and it should be stable enough. Meanwhile I'll meet you at the house as someone has to drive the car back...and be available for the Bat/Burt Signal if something goes amiss. Blowing sideways through the canal was exciting he said.                               

CHOICE/NO CHOICE I feel for the parents who are scrambling for baby formula. Back in the day, Karo syrup and evaporated milk was a go-to. But just be sure we know which Pres to blame. Remember when Maga Butt decided to "rewrite" NAFTA so Mexico and Canada could not replace our products with theirs? Guess what we used to get from Canada? Yep, baby formula. So, when our big plant went down, ummm. What people need to remember is Government is a non-profit entity. We are governed by laws, regulations and treaties so no quick whup-whup is available to fix problems.  (Though short-sightedness is a global issue.) However the current Pres needs to figure this out pronto. Also, for those not in the know (men) women cannot turn on the natural milk machines at will or possibly, even at all. And since we're on the subject understand if we are not ready to provide comprehensive sex education, adequate health care and mitigate workplace inequalities so Mothers can continue to support their children we are condemning women to death by outlawing her choices. (credit Madison Chastian)  Dramatic? Not really.

A wonderful choice for that racist piece of filth who traveled 300 miles to shoot innocent people grocery shopping in full body armor-what a cowardly act. To prove your white supremist manhood you need to shoot 13 people. I bet your parents are proud. The only hero in that scenario is the security guard, a retired police officer, who tried to stop him, minus the body armor, and gave his life protecting others. No boundaries anymore. Free speech should be protected but not when there are no moral role models and leaders to stand up and say - no that's wrong and not how civilized people act when lies are not challenged and conspiracies, formerly the fodder of far-out splinter groups, turn mainstream.

Case in point. We had breakfast at a popular Lansing restaurant that draws a lot of local and "mature" groups of folks. As we were leaving, we passed a couple coming in - she in a shirt that said "Get Over It" and her sneering old white companion said "F--- Joe Biden" (though actually spelled out). Really, how infantile and stupid. Especially ironic when you consider what point the lady was making. I think "get over it" is what they should have been doing rather than acting the fool. Maybe she was countering his uneducated and dangerous message considering how decent people are being attacked for doing their job in the health care and political realms. Those in power are complicit in not calling out outrageous behavior and spreading lies. "There are good people on both sides". No there is really only one side. Thank goodness, my brain has not deteriorated with age. 

FOOD SEGUE Speaking of food I noticed a picture of the local fire department's dining table that was vacated mid-meal to handle an emergency. When I worked with the FD, the firefighters took turns making the meal on a 24-hour shift. Some were more highly anticipated than others, obviously. If it was me, it would probably be grilled cheese sandwiches. Anyway I was doing some air monitoring at an older facility that used to stable horses right in the living quarters from the days of horse-drawn fire wagons. A modernization basically took out the straw, but the spaces were still connected. To assure that the diesel vapors were not compromising the living quarters I set up my meters for the day. Fortunately this was the day that a talented chef prepared lasagna from scratch.  Of course, right as we sat down for a sumptuous meal, the alarm went off causing premature lasagna-interruptus. Needless to say, I enjoyed everybody's now abandoned repast (had to monitor those meters). I did clean up. I'm not totally heartless.

Other notable for the week. The experiment with lattice draped over the pergola seems to be providing the shade we were looking for at high noon without totally blocking out the sky. Also handy for avoiding those little sticky presents the birdies like to leave on furniture, deck and the unsuspecting lounger.  

                                             

BIRD UPDATE  We finally have regular "hummer" visitors to the feeder and two stops by an oriole who is slumming I guess.  They usually prefer grape jelly or orange halves. Meanwhile our potential bird suicide occurred as the spilled chick crashed out of the nest.  I still think a squirrel was involved so may have been homicide. Also now that the Joe is double digits, side hugs (with a sigh) are all we get.

 Keep the pressure up Ukraine 💛💛💙💙          

BEING 2 DIGITS (MAY 2)

 Celebrated the boy on reaching two digits in age. I said he would have to wait 90 years to reach the third digit.  He pondered that and then speculated I would be 170 when he was 100 (I corrected him, merely 160).  Apparently, he believes I have the genes of Methuselah who was still siring offspring in his 200's or whatever-another Bible version.

It was a birthday of wheels. Bowling ball and bag from us, bike from the folks and another one from other Grandma and a wheel in the middle hover board from his uncle-who loves giving toys the two of them can commit mayhem in or on. Waiting to be measured, etc. he struck up a conversation with another gentleman in the Pro Shop-you know Joe.  The man complimented him on how well-spoken he was at his age. To our surprise he told the man he was used to talking to bartenders. I hastily explained his recent invites to a wedding and party-Joe just smiled.

 After much thought and three choices later (his awesome 1st choice wasn't available) he picked a pretty shade of teal... well he will be needing a new ball in a year or two, so perhaps something more rugged next time. 

I've been shaking the proverbial bushes to find folks to interview when I got a surprise request. While busily recruiting from conference attendees, division chairs, one lady at a soccer game and a union business agent, the surprise suggestion from the Podcast Committee chair was he wanted to interview me! Have to reread my posts, being sufficiently humble of course. This will take some pondering as I ruminate over what I would want to share that would encourage but not scare off potential interviewees or, for that matter, interested parties dipping a toe into the EHS profession.

Can't ignore the elephan-tine in the room-the latest controversy. I will only make three points.  1) Three supremie nominees essentially lied in confirmation hearings, and on record, stating they would not mess with precedent and rule of the land. (Of course, they would not have been confirmed if they hadn't);  2) How do we do away with abortion options when there is no day care, family medical leave and the fathers don't seem to be held accountable; and 3) the opinion claimed abortion was not discussed in the Constitution. But then neither was the institution of slavery, slaves' or women's rights for that matter. No one other than white land-owning males wrote the damn thing and only believed rights applied to them. In fact, some of Alito's opinion borrowed from the justification used during the Salem witch trials. Now I don't hate men. Some of my favorite people are white males. But there are other colors and shades in the crayon box and human rights apply to all citizens or we have just been kidding ourselves. I was worried we are going back to the 1950's but apparently I was off by 200 years. Might as well throw out the rest of the amendments... as oh yes, they were written as things change and advance-funny that. It's all about privacy-liberty-equality. Also interesting that all this frightened backlash, paranoia and white nationalism comes at a time when marginalized folks are finally fighting back. 

Whether its climate change or pandemic cleansing I do not know, but lately we seem to offer ideal nesting options for our numerous robin neighbors. The Lady of the Lake house is so confident she manages 3-4 broods a year. We co-exist for the most part and are only subject to intense chirping when grilling. Also after nothing for 38 years, in the past two years a Grand Ledge robin has taken up residence in our overhead yard light-meaning no light during nesting season. And for the second year in a row, bird suicide. Last year I heard a clump and the nest and its occupants were fatally scattered on the deck. This year in the midst of the parents performing feeding chores, the nest shifted.  Now it's still there, but they just can't see it as it has slipped down further behind the light. Makes me wonder what goes through their heads as they pose with worms hanging out of their beaks looking totally confused. "Look down dummy" does not work and they swallow the proffered treat and disappear to gather more, rinse, repeat.

                                                

Thoughts for Ukraine. There was a reason the Germans in their final stand wanted to be defeated by the other Allied forces. Russian soldiers were barbarians then and they are barbarians today. It's time to call Putin's bluff and destroy them. 💙💙💛💛

POINT OF VIEW (APRIL 25)

MEMORIES Ran into an old work friend at Joe's soccer game this weekend. We hugged and chatted; I knew the name but...I had no clue.  As I will see her at subsequent games, I did a little sleuthing. Thank goodness for Linkedin. She and I put together the EAP (Employee Assistance Program) many moons ago and she is still employed in Marketing at one of the local hospitals. We worked very closely together back in the day. Makes you wonder what else one may have forgotten. I get it when someone from my previous safety jobs says hello as there was only one of me and 1,000s of them, so not coming up with a name is not a deal.  But someone I worked with intensely, albeit many years ago, and could not remember where was disconcerting. Proves the old adage "out of sight, out of mind".  However she would be a good candidate for a podcast..

It would have been considered "woke" many years ago, but we were on the forefront of creating discreet mental health assistance for our employees.  Confidential and camouflage were of paramount importance as any hint of someone needing to treat emotional and stress issues in the workplace marked one with a scarlet letter of being "broken".  An attitude that has not changed a whole lot today, though it is a little less stigmatized. Gosh just look at all the pills being pushed to treat depression-it's both mainstream and chic. In my position I unfortunately learned more than I wanted on employee personal problems that impacted the workplace so I could determine if the EAP offered a better solution than discipline. Hair-raising when one realizes what people are loaded up with before they hit the shop.

People have always had problems and been angry, but it seems to be escalated these days. Easy access to guns, the lack of empathy, the removal of guardrails on formerly unbreachable standards (opening fire on school children, church bible groups, pedestrians, cursing and throwing things on players, etc) because one is upset. Also marginalized people finally fighting back should not be unexpected when those in power are never held accountable for publicly thumbing their nose at their grievances and encouraging class warfare. Their example has been studied, understood and applied. 

SOUTHERN CHARM Had to love Rep Taylor-Greene's lack of memory when put on the stand to recount her actions regarding January 6. "I don't recall" "I don't remember". "I was a victim". I think she was most offended when she had to swear to tell the truth which in her view of the world would inhibit her freedom of speech (LOL). Being so controversial means the media was constantly recording her tirades while she was merrily tweeting insurrection; both of which leave no doubt she was involved up to her eyeballs. Busy week, as she also condemned the Catholic church of being run by satan (does she mean DeSatan?) because caring for and feeding the displaced and immigrants goes against her Christian values. What version of the Bible is she mainlining? I could be wrong but I  believe it specifically promotes taking care of the poor without asking them if they are worthy.  

Similar thinking in Tennessee which is working on legislation that charges homeless people with a misdemeanor or $50 fine if they are found sleeping on public lands. Ok, the shelters are full and they have no money. Again Jesus must have said something about "kick 'em while they're down" in their bible.  Though a year ago, they were trying to pass legislation to make the Bible the state book. Again what version do they have? Obviously the commercially-inspired one.

GAMES Speaking of hysteria, we attended Joe's first soccer game for the season. OMG - you would have thought we were at the World Cup.  The dynamic duo of Joe and his best friend got 3 1/2 goals between them. He gets it! Playing defense Joe actually had to keep moving to cover a larger area as his team mate basically just stood still and watched the game instead of blocking. Hilarious. Then there were two injuries on the field (unfortunately to the same kid) so he finally gave up and hobbled off. At Joe's age it's a much bigger field and the kids are more in tune with the strategy-hence we were wildly yelling for points and cheering blocks as the score actually counted. Saturday mornings will be fun, especially if we go out to breakfast first.

My garden of blue and yellow. May Ukraine start to see a better world.  Peace..💛💙💙

ALTERNATIVE EDUCATIONS (April 18)

Seemed like a long week but I checked; the normal number of seven days 168 hours. Where does the time go? I still have four books waiting to be broached from six weeks ago and have not cracked a spine. Speaking of cracking spines...no I have nowhere to go with that, it just sounded like a great opening line. 

TEMP JOBS-Doing dishes and loading the dishwasher (yes I do both on occasion) I was reminded of my days as a cafeteria employee which was part of my work-study grant at MSU. The service industry does get a bad rap but dealing with the public usually reveals a whole lot of something something. Unloading on those who serve seems to be a national pastime knowing they rely on your good nature and tips. I mean one can get used to mashed potatoes in the napkin holder or ice cream smashed into the french fries before hitting the floor upside down if you get a thank you and a couple of bucks on the table. Unfortunately at school it was long on attitude and complaints but no tips.

 I learned that tuna boats are a real thing which explains why hardly anyone showed up for Friday lunch.  I also learned how to test the doneness of spaghetti by flipping a few strands up against the ceiling. If it sticks, it is perfectly "al dente" according to my Italian work partner. Swore that's how his Grandmother did it, but it was not a big crowd pleaser in Mom's kitchen. It's the uniforms that get you. Basic white which shows everything unlike the bilious green I wore as a Howard Johnson's maid my senior year.  You really did not want to know what stuck to it when you cleaned rooms. Much like the cafeteria, people's behavior in hotels is rather bizarre and they leave interesting souvenirs. One "short-timer" left $50 in cash after check-out which in retrospect probably was some sort of paycheck for someone. That's why we wear gloves...

Then that wonderful job at Oven Fresh Bakery before my freshman year at State. Although they required candidates Tto be 18, as an early "4" in kindergarten, I was a little shy of the mark. They "kind of" asked" if I had a driver's license and I "kind of answered" didn't have it on me (though I drove there or maybe my sister did). Anyway we never brought up the topic again. Work was hard, hot and educational and it paid fairly well. Considering it was fifty+ years ago I will reveal one of the grossest jobs I had to do which was removing crusty angel food cakes from the pans...with my bare hands...cutting  my cuticles as I dug the cakes out. 

I often had to run the paper route after work (the 1-4 am shift). Only when you're 17 can you work all day and all night without getting bags under your eyes.  Fortunately I also did not require a lot of food as the smell of baked goods all shift made me not able to consume more than a couple pints of milk at lunch break. It certainly bolstered the decision to get a college degree as an even better idea. 

CRAZY TOWN -Meanwhile, apropos of nothing, I'm moving my family to Florida to keep our kids safe from math. The dumbing down of America continues. Kids are now safe from equilateral triangles I guess where all sides are the same level of importance or 60 degrees (666-satan!) All I can say is Mickey Mouse will  probably outlive DeSantis. But you know if kids knew math they would discover De-Satan only won the governorship by 70,000 votes and Disney has 80,000 employees plus they take care of their own streets, police and fire.  Somebody's going to be paying for that- guess who Orange County taxpayer?

SOCIALLY SPEAKING- A couple of social events this week. We realized 1) we had a whole lot of wine and goodies from last week's cocktail party left over, and 2) our friends are retired, so...why not an afternoon cocktail party that bleeds into dinner? Done and done. Secondly having to postpone Easter weekend with the grandson due to a previous engagement, we moved it to this weekend. He enjoyed his "egg hunt" complete with written clues and his basket of goodies hiding in the dishwasher.  Though he had questions after about why the Easter bunny would have me write the clues and he speculated that I was the one who got the goodies. I smiled mysteriously so when he left he said "thanks for telling me the Easter Bunny doesn't exist".  Right. This was only after the egg hunt and basket of bounty was offered and accepted. Like I've said before the boy hedges his bets and usually wins.

JOEISM -- JP told someone at school that he wanted to be a Communist when he grows up. After the consternation dies down, it becomes translatable. He wants to be a "Comedian"-very similar occupations. 

Meanwhile Ukraine celebrates Greek Orthodox Easter Sunday in any churches the barbarians haven't bombed and Spring has sprung, if only for a weekend....  Pax, He is Risen

                               

                                                               

                                                                               

AFTERGLOW (April 11)

Big surprise. It takes a tad longer to recover from my intense 3 days of conferencing. My legs took the brunt of the abuse and were quite achy by Wednesday evening as I reneged on cleaning the last monster pan the OH had used for cooking that night. Or perhaps it was from hauling the monster tub of goodies left over from the cocktail party; or the football sized exhibit hall I traversed many times; or the intense meetings I attended; or the three glasses of wine Tuesday night.... which really did me in. Ah well. As I now believe I have won every award possible and served every executive position I may now retire to "Elder Statesman" status and actually "enjoy" the conference like the rest of the old farts left over from my own "salad" days as an up and comer. Oh yeah forgot. I'm still the podcaster du jour.

Enjoyed a lot more booth duty than I anticipated and interviewed several "people in the street". I now understand the vendor's position much better; their complaints and eagerness to leave as soon as they can on the second day. I will plan this much better next year and actually assign booth sitters rather than rely on the vague "oh, I'll stop by and help out" promises. Great to see so many in attendance (over 2,000) as everyone seemed eager to conference face-to-face. Networking is a huge draw in addition to the classes and exhibits.  

My first interviewee was a vendor who had the misfortune to be set up right beside me, but he was a good sport about it all.  Actually, praised the conference almost like I set it up beforehand (I did not).  However, his only complaint was he wished there were two cookies in the provided lunch. Needless to say, he got my cookie each day as a reward. I interviewed a few who did not want to see their 2-minute "on camera". Surprising the number of people who hate to watch themselves. One lady wanted to wax poetic about the MSC safety socks we provided and finished with a sock puppet show. Yeah, I don't know either. Interviewed a rep for the local Lansing Area Entertainment Authority and it really shows when someone is used to being interviewed-well coiffed and glib. 

I startled one speaker I have worked with before when I mentioned her company does a lot of "Violence in the Workplace" training. She quickly corrected me with "Sheila, that's PREVENTING violence in the workplace".  OOPS. I interviewed an MSC Board member and then lost his final words as I was trying to smoothly cut off the recording-not so smoothly apparently. I had a recruiter out looking for volunteers to interview so basically, they showed up and said Therese said I needed to come talk to you without revealing they were about to go live.  Safety people are good sports and can do five minutes or two hours on a moment's notice. One of those required skills that is hard to explain in a job interview.

I invited the OH, my daughter and grandson to the Awards banquet as they all escaped, er er, I mean were deprived of the honor to attend when I was President during the lost years. My daughter surprised me by inviting the rest of the family of which my sister Kathleen agreed to represent. As usual, Joe was his charming self easily taking the attention, but acting very mature and non-wiggly during the boring parts. His drink was too cold, so he parked himself at a table and was found conversing with an unknown gentleman. However, his major moment was when he went up to the President after it was all over and complimented Frank on how well he did in front of all these people.  Then Joe gave him a dime as a tip!  No Shitoske! That boy is going to be on stage or a politician. He can talk to anyone.

Oh well another year until the next one and I am already sweating out my next podcast. I'll retire someday, I guess. Picture this week is my giving an award that I was not able to give during the lost years as President.

                                                           

CONFERENCE WEEK (April 4)

 

Probably an abbreviated blurb today as there is still a myriad of details to prepare for the Safety Conference this week. I have a booth to staff with scheduled (and spontaneous) interviews to do Monday-Wednesday. Then trying to figure out how to publicize aforementioned interviews during the conference. I also need to complete some remarks for my award acceptance (I am an awesome dinner speaker-short). Not to mention coordinating cocktail goodies for invited guests at a party that the current Prez and I are throwing after dinner. The record to sustain is being shut down by Security at midnight - 10 years and counting. Not on my watch.

However, my watch should have been in 2020, but a pandemic threw the proverbial monkey wrench. Then my second watch in 2021 was again upended by the never-ending pande' still casting shade. So finally in 2022 we are tiptoeing around the latest variance and full speed ahead. Especially galling is in 2020 I would have been presiding over the afterglow in the Presidential Suite at the Grand Rapids Amway which my family was happy to attend. I know only Mrs. Ford actually stayed in the room but it had a lot of old-world charm. 

Did manage to complete another Podcast interview this week on safety culture entitled "Beyond Compliance". The speaker kept referring to management as "those wearing the stripes" or "you didn't know who was wearing the stripes in our meetings".  Finally figured out it was a military term (I think) describing those in command. But if I'm wrong I may get some interesting feedback. Win-Win. 

Love those close and far. Life is fleeting. Meanwhile the daffodils are sprouting...Palms and Peace...

                                                                                     

A NINE-YEAR OLD'S PERSPECTIVE (March 28)

ANNALS OF JOE In a deviation of sorts, the main activity this Spring break week was hanging with the grandson, the infamous JP.  His 'bon mots" are always entertaining and his use of large words, correctly, always catches me by surprise. He was describing the "options" available for snack time at Adventure Time after school. As there was no accompanying chipper dip for the veggies, he ventured into new territory by trying an olive. A little suspect of the red thingee in the middle he chewed and swallowed only to be surprised by the red thingee, according to him, fighting to come back up. The rest of the story rather runs like you would expect, so that's a big NO on olives. 

Apparently even nine-years old's understand a marketing scam when they hear one. He was discussing the Dominio's $3 tip when you carry out a pizza. He asked "don't you have to buy another pizza to get the money?" Yes.  "Well what if you forgot (or in my case, never eat a Domino's again) for like 20 years, would they still have to give you the discount"? Umm no.  So he totally understood the rip-off part of the scheme very well. He believed if you're going to give $3 off why not when you take out the original order...see even a child gets it.

JP is fascinated by the menagerie that shows up at the bird feeder everyday and cheerfully names all the various creatures. He especially enjoyed practicing his "hawk" call to the great fear and trepidation of the various feathered diners. Though actually it worked better on scattering the squirrels who literally stand in the window and complain about the lack of seed hitting the ground. After watching a news story he begged for a handful of seed and stood like a statue on the deck hoping the birds would come and eat out of his hand. That lasted about 2 minutes so the squirrels got their left-overs. 

                                           

He told me his favorite cookie was white chocolate chip cookies like other Grandma makes. Well challenge accepted and I actually had white chocolate chips (though I am not above running to the store for him to make his favorite cookie). However we did have to run to the store for other essentials which means also shopping in the toy section.  He agonized over two different cars he really loved until Grandpa and I literally walked away to leave-decision made. At any rate he helped with the cookie making by reading the instructions, relaying the proper measurement of each ingredient, cracking the eggs (he loves cracking the eggs) and of course, testing the product. It was a real struggle to get him to wait for the "cooked" cookies to emerge. No raw egg beater licking, though I suppose it wouldn't kill him.

Another challenge was trying to keep him to a two cookie max as dinner was within the hour.  However, when I was out of the room on a phone call he convinced Grandpa to have a cookie which necessitated JP taking the one underneath to make sure my stacks were even! He was quite serious about the potential lopsided stacks, so crisis averted. 

On the third day we went bowling where he showed off what he watches on television by hefting the ball high in the air on approach and lifting his leg behind his back on the follow-through.  Dramatic, but not always successful. The real appeal is the arcade where he accumulates tickets for nickel items that cost $5 to obtain. We have convinced him to hold off and accumulate more tickets for the more exciting twenty-five cent items. But that evil giggle when he is blasting aliens in the space game-I just don't know who he is...

SWITCHEROO Meanwhile, can't finish without my usual political observation. As one put it "Mr. Garland (AG) the crimes are all sitting out there growing cobwebs due to no action". But we've never charged, prosecuted, jailed a past President. We never had a past Prez who was so blatant at committing federal crimes without even the decency to resign- duhh. 

MEANWHILE ON THE LOCAL SCENE The tax decrease proposed by the Rs was vetoed by Governor Whitmer. Now before the proverbial "panties bunching" occurs; this was one time money due to a budget surplus THIS YEAR, not ongoing. It would have given a whopping $12 to those earning under $24,000, $90 for those in the middle and megabucks for those at the top (Surprise). However the Governor did ask for and receive $400 per car for each person holding car insurance last October. Unfortunately there was some break for retirees and child care in the bill, but again one time money. 

Now I'm no math genius, but I think $400 buys a "hell" of lot more gas than $90 and... you get it all at once, not divvied out over 52 pays. This idea that the big mean old Left conspiracy keeps wanting to help the little guy is appalling. You know the liberal folks who abolished child labor, created the 40 hour work week, Social Security, Medicare, etc., etc. The horrible progressive agenda goes on and on. Hardly have time for our child eating cabals which is only surpassed by the R's cocaine sniffing orgies - LOL.(according to Rep Cawthorn)

There is no humor to report about Ukraine when there is apparently evidence of looting, raping and execution of civilians by the re-deploying (their word) running (my word) Russian army in previously occupied areas. Though you have to admire the intrepid helicopter pilots who crossed over the border and bombed a fuel depot; which the Kremlin condemned as striking a civilian target- really. Not to mention the ruskies had to gave up Chernobyl after all their ill-equipped soldiers were exposed to deadly radiation and an inability to control the site. Their lack of intel and general ignorance provides Ukraine with a formidable ally...  💙💛