This past Saturday afternoon, my home telephone rang. When I looked at the caller id, it read that the call was from Mercy Hospital. Mercy is the name of a hospital in Rockville Center, about ten minutes away from where we live. Fearing that something had happened to my mother in law, who lives close by, I gave the telephone to my husband to answer. He listened to what the caller had to say and quickly replied, “Do not call this house again.”

Something that you learn more by observation than doing. Spacing out certain hard – aka physical – work. I still enjoy tending to my yard. Do not mind the exercise; though alternative exercise activities such as basketball or swimming I certainly enjoy why “playing.” This weekend – due to the famed midwinter recess closing the gym (in my boyhood elementary school) that my Knights of Pythias lodge rents, if the weather permitted – it did – I knew yard work would occur.

In a recent visit to the doctor (scheduled) I had to fill out a form to update/validate my information for 2019. Part of the questionnaire was this. I was quickly filling this out and after I checked White I started to feel a bit uncomfortable. Why is Ethnicity only Hispanic or Non-hispanic?  

As the photo evinces, recently I was blocked by Facebook.   What did I do?  I posted some iconic photos of the great Josephine Baker on one of Judy Mauer’s inspirational Facebook posts.  

Today is Valentine's Day.  It is the first anniversary of the Parkland shootings.  Today is a day of many feelings.  It is a day of expressing love.  Unfortunately, today is also a day to remember how hate can destroy love.   May love conquer hate today and always- Happy Valentine's Day.

  Tis' Herself: An affectionate expression in both Irish and Scottish language denoting a woman of importance, usually the Lady of the house. When I think of Ruth, I think “Tis’ Herself.”   The Notorious R.B.G.  

  There was a crowd on the platform but the train was sitting in the station with the doors open. It was obvious that something was going on inside one of the cars since handfuls of MTA workers were hovering inside and around. No one seemed particularly anxious but something bad was going down.    

Nancy and I had an interesting conversation last week. She told me that she and her husband had decided to take piano lessons. When I asked “Why?” her response was, “Why not?”