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June 17, 2024

It wouldn’t make any difference but someone should try anyway
My delayed response to Sotomayer’s “walks like a duck” dissent on the SCOTUS bumpstock overturn

As I’m sure you’ve heard by now, the other day the Supreme Court threw out the ATF’s ban on bumpstocks because making such a ruling was beyond their jurisdiction. Such rules should be laws, and such laws must be passed by Congress. That’s it, beginning and end.

The U.S. Supreme Court on Thursday ruled that a bump stock does not transform a firearm into an automatic weapon, striking down a federal rule that banned bump stocks.

In a 6-3 decision, Justice Clarence Thomas wrote, “Congress has long restricted access to “‘machinegun[s],’” a category of firearms defined by the ability to “shoot, automatically more than one shot . . . by a single function of the trigger.”

In his opinion for the majority, Justice Clarence Thomas wrote what most people who understand and are familiar with firearms have been thinking all along.

“Semi-automatic firearms, which require shooters to reengage the trigger for every shot, are not machine guns,” Justice Thomas wrote. “This case asks whether a bump stock—an accessory for a semi-automatic rifle that allows the shooter to rapidly reengage the trigger (and therefore achieve a high rate of fire)—converts the rifle into a ‘machine gun.’ We hold that it does not.

“A bump stock does not convert a semi-automatic rifle into a machine gun any more than a shooter with a lightning-fast trigger finger does.”

Thomas further wrote: “We hold that a semi-automatic rifle equipped with a bump stock is not a ‘machine gun’ because it cannot fire more than one shot ‘by a single function of the trigger.’ And, even if it could, it would not do so ‘automatically’. ATF therefore exceeded its statutory authority by issuing a Rule that classifies bump stocks as machineguns.” [ emphasis mine ]

Lead by their lead Affirmative Action hire on the Court, “wide Latina” Sonia Sotomayer’s moronic and unreasoned dissent lead the entire Left cabal of statist Marxists into an apoplectic keyboard meltdown. Perhaps the most egregious of these turbo-stupid rectal oral suction essays was penned over at the beyond-the-horizon leftist rag called Slate. One diarrhea diatribe being deemed insufficient, Slate has now squeezed out three putrid wet ones on the subject. Each stinks worse than the one before it.  Brown stain 1, Brown stain 2, Brown stain 3.

I propose a few video examples to be made that show the complete lack of knowledge of physics and firearms that went into her willfully benighted dissent. The woman, with the support of the other two knowledge resistant leftwing women on the big bench, should not be allowed to publish an opinion on anything, especially anything to do with the 2A or firearms. WTH, the left thinks Alito should recuse himself over anything because his wife flew a flag upside down for a couple days once. 

My examples would use a bumpstock equipped AR-15 and a single shot musket just to highlight that physics works regardless of the device employed.

First a tiny bit of information about bumpstocks. All they really are is a spring loaded stock with a sliding cover around the top of the AR-15 handgrip. They only work (when and because) you use your other hand to continuously apply forward pressure on the forearm grip of the rifle. You pull the trigger but don’t relax your finger pressure afterwards. Recoil pulls the rifle backwards a bit, compressing the springs in the stock AND relieving pressure on the trigger which allows it to reset. Your forward pressure on the forearm pulls the rifle forward after it has cycled a new round into the chamber, and that forward pressure causes your unmoving trigger finger to depress the trigger and fire the next round. And so on and so on, until you a) lift your trigger finger, b) stop pulling the rifle forward, c) run out of ammunition.  You may not have consciously pulled the trigger repeatedly, but physics did it for you. One pull per shot, not matter what.

The Gun Control Acts define a machine gun (operative word “machine") as a firearm that can shoot multiple times from a single pull of the trigger. That’s the definition. Period. The automatic firing part is built into the weapon. It is NOT an add-on accessory, such as wearing a special shooting vest covered in springs. Or putting a rubber band around your beltloop and your trigger finger and shooting from the hip. There are exhibition shooters who can fire guns very rapidly. They are just really quick; they are not machines.

Ok, first experiment. Roll the video.

Take both these rifles, load them, and put them on a sturdy wall hanger. Design the hanger so that it loosely cradles the guns, and has a fixed post (eg a dowel) in the trigger guard ahead of the trigger. Have someone push the rifle from behind. Bang! It goes off, because shifting the weapon forward is the same thing as pulling the trigger back. Basic, right? Repeat this with the bumpstock rifle. Same thing happens.

Reload the musket and return it to the wall hanger. Now stand next to the rifle and pull it forward by the forend. Bang! It goes off, for the exact same reason as pushing it from behind. It’s the forward movement that actuates the trigger being pressed, not the location of the force that moved the guns forward.

Next experiment.

Load the rifles and hold each one one handed, as if each was a pistol. Pull the trigger. Bang! The musket goes off. Pull the trigger on the bumpstock rifle and it goes off too. Once. Wait, isn’t this thing a web-footed machine gun according to Ms Wisdom? What happened? Lack of forward pull is what happened. Without that the bumpstock doesn’t work.

Next experiment.

As machine guns are defined BY LAW as being able to fire repeatedly with a single pull of the trigger, devise a device (similar perhaps to the old school cable used as a remote shutter button for cameras) that presses the trigger very firmly and stays depressed. Maybe it needs a ratcheting clamp, maybe it needs a significant spring. The point is, it pulls the trigger once and doesn’t let go. The trigger stays pulled. On an actual machine gun, the weapon will continue to fire. On the musket the gun will fire once, but that’s moot as the thing only has one shot. On the bumpstock rifle, even when held properly with lots of forward tension, the rifle will fire only once. This is because the trigger is unable to reset, as that action of being reset pushes the trigger a little bit forward. The action will probably cycle in a new round, but the firing pin in the bolt will not be cocked, by design. Because it’s not a machine gun, by design.

Next experiment.

This one relies on gravity, and requires the guns to have a trigger pull force less than the weight of the weapon. This is not hard to achieve; there are special weight gauges to measure trigger pull, muskets are fairly heavy to begin with, and gravity is ever present. You would need to figure out a safe place to point the muzzles downwards so that you wouldn’t get hit with any ricochet from the ground. Maybe use blanks instead of real bullets. 

Turn the wall hanger to a vertical position. Load each weapon and place them on that hanger with the muzzles pointing straight down. Do this very carefully so that the trigger peg is just barely in contact with the trigger but is not pressing it. Release each rifle. Bang! the mass of the weapon and the pull of gravity overcome the trigger resistance, and they go off. Does the bumpstock rifle hang there and shoot off a whole magazine? Of course not ... although it is slightly possible IF the recoil impulse is enough to bounce the gun up enough to allow the trigger to reset and then fall back down on the trigger peg again. Might want to think this one through a bit more first. But it shows the old “common sense” practice works, that you never carry a firearm by the trigger. That’s just stupid.


These videos wouldn’t have made the slightest bit of difference to Sotomayer or her brainless “feelings” minions on the Big Bench, or to Slate. Because feelings trump reason, feelings trump physics, feelings trump reality. Yeah, such wisdom. Such deep reasoning. Such jurisprudence.

Actually, several diagrams, GIFs (possibly animated ones) were presented to the high court when hearing this case. Slate was offended and dismissive of these. Guess it tasted like mansplainin’ to the willfully benighted. Gee, too bad. It’s called reality, the ultimate actual “based”.

Hey, if it walks like a duck, swims like a duck, quacks like a duck, and looks like a duck, then it’s a duck. Kill it, pluck it, fry it up nice and crispy, and serve it with a nice helping of HOLY SHIT ARE YOU STUPID sauce.

There. I just felt the need to show that I can actually write a normal blog post once in a double blue moon.

Next thing you know I’ll be back to writing about politics. Crivens!

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June 6, 2024

Hello old blog.

Ok, mom is out of the hospital and into the rehab center for a couple days now. And they had to take her right back to the hospital for a post-op, so I’ll get up there Saturday I guess.

This is the 4th place she’s been since March. I feel like I should carry a Mom Data document with me everywhere, as they all ask the same questions and need the same information.  At least the hospital somehow magically found a bag that had her clothing and her glasses in it, and we found her shoes in her room at the memory care home when we went there to pick up clothing. Good chance she’ll be in the rehab center for exactly 3 weeks, at which point Medicare will slam the door again, and we can take her back to the memory care place. Which is actually just “around the corner” even if it’s in another state and 3 or 4 towns over. Go all the way up Grand Avenue, take a right on Chestnut Ridge Road, and go a few miles. And we’re there. Again.


Wifely’s frantically energetic sister came by and helped us with the community garage sale. She pretty much wanted us to take all our clothes and possessions to the parking lot and sell them for pennies. Sod off. It was a total bust, as it always is. Maybe if you’re the only house in town doing a sale that day it’s better, but when you have a couple hundred neighbors in the same condo park also having stuff on tables, and the entire town is doing it on the same day, plus the 2 towns right next door ... come on. Starved for customers. And nobody wanted what we had to sell, which was good stuff for reasonable prices. Not crap marked down to a quarter. I declined to sell my grandma’s pots and pans, a set of 6 1950s era RevereWare, all with lids. The good stuff, before they cheaped out in 1968 and then offshored to Asia in the 70s. I’ll find a collector site for those. Nobody wanted much of anything, not even the 5 pieces of well seasoned Lodge cast iron cookware or the razor sharp Japanese kitchen knives or the full set of Melanine Asian of plates and bowls from when we tried to get into sushi and miso soup in a major way. No takers for the heavy duty tortilla press either, used once. Whatever. Garage sales are a waste of time. I’m not a little kid anymore and have no desire to “play store”. I spent enough time working retail for real. So, never again for me.

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May 26, 2024

I’m taking a few minutes out of my life of endless disasters to make a short blog post. I simply do not have the time these days.

My mother fell down at the memory care center, while using her walker in the dining room. She broke her hip. Or fractured her left femur, up near the top of the leg bone but not at the ball end. She was in tremendous pain, so they got her to the hospital ASAP. (somewhere in the process she lost her glasses too). Surgery was Friday night and she survived it. We got up to the hospital to see her late Saturday morning, and she was still in strong pain and still groggy from the anesthesia. So it wasn’t a very good visit. The nurses did get her off of lying on her left side as she usually does, wedging her with some pillows. We spoke lovingly to her, held her hands, petted her head like a kitten, told her where she was and why, and did what we could to soothe her. Then she went to sleep, so we left shortly after that. We left her a note written on a paper napkin, so she’ll know we were there. And I’ll be back up on Thursday, armed with a card and a spare pare of her glasses for her. Hope she’s better by then, although from the hospital she will have to go to another rehab place for awhile. So I’ll have to negotiate a “bed hold” price with the memory care home. No way we’re going to pay full price for a month or two if she isn’t going to be there. Maybe 25%? The place is not at all full, none of these senior places are, so any income is better than none?


On the drive across the county to her house, on pure impulse we had lunch at El Bandido, a Mexican restaurant I used to go to all the time, back several forevers ago. It hadn’t changed much at all. I haven’t been there in more than FORTY YEARS.


The food and atmosphere was as I remembered it, although the prices had gone way way up since 1982. And they no longer serve Tecate or Modelo Negro cervesas. Come to think of it, the menu has been thinned down to just the typical Mexican dishes that gringos expect. All the real Mexican stuff is no longer offered. Not sure they even had anything with mole.


On that same drive across the county we noticed that 1) Suffern put in at least a dozen strip malls since I spent time there in the early 1980s. Most of these are out of business. Rockland County NY is a fairly prosperous place, and Rt59 is businesses large and small from the Suffern end (the former Avon factory and the closing of the Novartis pharmaceutical plant 8 years ago) to the Nyack end by the Hudson river. We were stunned by the amount of empty stores and vacant offices. Is this because of a demographic change? The only people we saw out walking around were a few Central Americans, along with family groups of ultra Orthodox Jews. Suffern did not used to be like this. Nor did “Chestnut Ridge” NY, a hamlet within a hamlet just to the south, which broke off from Monsey (already a densely Kosher area) to be yet another majority Orthodox community a couple decades ago (Rockland has long had two others, both gated communities).

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May 15, 2024

News From The Far Far North

I like the Barents Observer news site. Life is pretty slow up in the land of cold and darkness, so you only really need to check the site once a month. But you get a different perspective reading the stories of what’s going on, in a part of the world our media pays just about zero attention to.

1) Walruses are dying of bird flu on Svalbard (aka Spitzbergen), a little group of frozen islands 270 miles east of northern Greenland and 400 miles north of northern Norway.
Walruses eat birds? Who knew? But the bird flu is raging even in that far corner of the world. Polar bears eat walruses. Already at least one polar bear has died of bird flu on the other side of the globe up in Alaska. Because the bird flu is global. It isn’t just our chickens and cattle. Funny, it doesn’t seem to bother the pigs at all, but OTOH most of those are owned by China these days. Huh, helluva coincidence.


Looks like the Chicom/Fauci brigade cooked up a good one this time with the gain of function avian flu ... if you kill all the animals, people WILL have to eat the bugs. And die of starvation instead of Covid.

2) Russia always has a big deal military march on May Day. In the little town of Pechenga, a heavily militarized place on the Norway/Finland border, this year’s parade was small, and only children marched, some as young as 10. That’s because both the naval and army units of the town are fighting in Ukraine, and have suffered nearly 80% casualties. Grist for the grinder.

Meanwhile Russia is going door to door, town to town, to find any guy they can conscript into the military.

That is, when they aren’t executing their own soldiers.


No new news about mom, other than that she was released from the hospital TWICE yesterday. Seems she was throwing up after dinner, so they took her to the hospital. Don’t know what the hospital did, but they returned her to the memory home at 5am. Whereupon their nurse took her vitals, and found her blood pressure and oxygen levels extremely low. So they sent her right back. 10 hours later she was back again, and everything was ok. And that’s all I know. So I guess it was all pretty minor, though such news cost me half a night’s sleep. My thoughts ... she is so thin they may not be able to get a good blood pressure reading on her, and I’ve seen myself that the oxymeter finger thing doesn’t work well on her desiccated fingers, especially when her nails are untrimmed and are curling over the ends of her fingers, as they were once again when I saw her on Mother’s Day. So I’ll take the nail snips with me when I go up there tomorrow. After I do all the other things for my brother and the house that I need to do. 

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May 12, 2024

Happy Mother’s Day!

A big wish for a very happy Mother’s Day to all the moms out there. Hope your children treat you to a very special day. Or at least call and be nice.

I’m driving up in the rain to see my mom at the memory care home. Got her a couple little gifts and a gigantic card she can read even without her glasses. The center has a special event we’ll attend. Hope her dementia can take a time-out for a while. You never know.

After that I’ll probably go see my brother, do a couple things and talk finances. So far the window contractor has not come through with the necessary information for the window replacement building permits, so it’s not likely that I’ll stay overnight and be able to file the forms tomorrow. But I have to be back up there Thursday anyway, so he has a bit of extra time. I just want to get the forms in before the Spring rush starts, as the process time in now about a week, but can stretch to over a month when things get busy.

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May 9, 2024

Perhaps the blog is only mostly dead. And mostly dead means it’s still a little bit alive, right Miracle Max?

Ok, so the new fridge comes today. We’re just about ready, have the old one all cleaned out. Eating the last of the ice cream for breakfast. Icemaker water line is all set up. I still have to take the doors off the old one and remove the handles from the patio slider to make a wide enough opening to get it out and the new one in, but there’s room to spare ... at least an inch. The old fridge works just fine but it’s now 26 years old. So maybe there is a refurbishment place the delivery guys can donate it to. It’s


I’m nearly done with the details and forms for the building permit to get the windows replaced in mom’s house. Her town requires an awful lot of information, and the fee is based on the materials and the labor. Most other places don’t even require a building permit to replace your old windows, certainly not insisting on super-dooper low-E 0.27 glass or better. And almost nobody else charges you for labor.


Mom seems to be doing well in the memory care home. She has her moments of darkness, but they aren’t constant. And when she’s in her right mind we can have meaningful conversations. And sometimes she sings to her lunch. Dementia is a bitch. She may have even gained a pound or two, as the food there is better than the nursing home she was in previously. This place has her using her walker all the time instead of parking her in the lobby in a transfer chair like the other place did. So maybe she’s getting a little stronger, but she’s still super skinny, flesh and bones.

I go up there for Mother’s Day. Got her another pair of slipper shoes and another fun T-shirt and gigantic card you could read at 50 yards.  Then I go right back there Monday to file the building permit stuff, assuming all is in order and the contractor comes through with his promised information. Actually right now I’m considering staying over, which would save me 160 miles of gas and driving, and there’s always a bunch of things I can do at the house to help my brother out.


We get our huge (hah!) prize money from No Longer Cheap league tonight, then we’re going out to dinner with our current teammates and our previous teammates. I’m looking forward to it; we haven’t been out to a good restaurant in a while and I need a bit of enjoyment.

We are not bowling on summer league, for the first time in a very very long time. This will give my knees and my thumb some rest, which I need. And I have too darn many other things I have to get done.


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May 2, 2024

I’m sorry but this blog is all but dead. I’ve run this thing for 20 years now, and I have nothing left to say. Nothing new in my life, better or worse. I’m going to contact the hosting service and tell them not to renew it. I’ve lost the will. Granted, I think it just renewed at the end of March, so it’s going to be around until March next year. Who knows, maybe I’ll find something interesting to write about. It’s just pointless. The entire world is going to Hell as fast as possible, and this is no accident at all. And only one or two voices speak out and act out against it. The rest of us are ignored. So why beat a dead horse or keep banging my head on the wall?

I love all my readers and commenters, and thanks for sticking around year after year. I wish all of you the very best.

Oh, and while I did repair the 26 year old refrigerator, we went and bought a new one anyway. And it fits the opening we built for it, and it can come in and the old one go out through the kitchen slider without having to take the panes out. So something from the home improvement project actually worked right the very first time. Behold the miracle.

Peace. Out. Buy more ammo. Praise Jesus and live right.

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April 24, 2024

I transfer my mom from the nursing home/ rehab place to a memory care home tomorrow. I’ll get help from the staff at both ends getting her in and out, but she has been getting PT for over a month practicing exactly this. Get off bed or chair into a walker, walk around, learn how to back up and do K turns etc, then safely sit down.

This is going to be damned expensive. And this is a “lower cost” kind of place that isn’t a grubby rat hole. There are plenty of those around too.


My sleep is still messed up. I wake at 3am nearly every day, wide awake and anxious about the future. I lay there a couple hours but am not asleep. So I am only getting 4 or maybe 5 hours a night. Not good. If this continues after I get her in the home, I’m going to my doctor to get sleeping pills or Prozac or something.

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April 20, 2024

Funeral this morning for uncle Mike. He passed away the other day after a debilitating illness. He was only 74. Mike was a great guy, a real man’s man. We’ll miss him. God bless ya, Mike.

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April 19, 2024

I have been living in absolute hell for the past week and a half. And in regular hell for a month before that. But the avalanche of woes is getting under control. Finally. A little bit.

Mom’s rehab stay at the nursing home got cut by Medicare. We appealed. We lost. We appealed again. We lost again. According to them, she is fit and hearty, because their standards are something like, “not dead yet, therefore just fine”. So I worked my ass off trying to find a care home for her. Found a memory care place not far from their house. It’s newer, very clean, great reputation, and it’s only for memory care. Costs a little less than the fancy nancy places I’ve seen in the area, but it’s still a damn fortune. So we can afford tto keep her there about a year, maybe a little more. No choice other than home care after that, assuming she lives that long. Both the dementia and the physical wasting really came on strong this Spring.

Uncle Mike died. He was sick a long time. He looked awful at Christmas. Viewing is tonight, 130 miles away. Funeral is early tomorrow morning, 110 miles away in a different direction. I have put 2500 miles on my car going back and forth so many times to my mom’s place and her nursing home.  I’m run down from all the driving, in addition to everything else. Sorry Mike. We love ya, we’ll miss you, sorry you went so soon.

I have done a ton of cleaning at her house, and that barely scratches the surface. I was up there for 6 days an nights. My guess is that there are 3 30 yard dumpsters worth of nice crap, old papers, and semi-antiques to get rid of. Upstairs room and the basement are packed to the gills. And I’m the only one who can do the work.

Opened the windows at her house to get some fresh air in. The bottom of a front window fell out. Carpenter ants. Every one of them. And worn out seals on all the glass. So we had to get 10 new windows for the downstairs, pretty much an emergency. We put in high quality windows during the renovation, but that was 30 years ago. $12K right there. I’m duct taping them together and the windows are ordered and the work will start in June.

Our fridge at home is dying. Or dying again? Freezer works, fridge is room temperature. This usually means a clogged drain line, which is a real pain to defrost and clean out. Or it could be either of the temperature sensor switches that control the defrost. Anyway, the big black beast is 26 years old, so maybe the best approach is to get a new one at this point. Multi door, french door, whatever. We built the kitchen remodel with a water line for an ice machine, but not sure if we really want one. We’re not the kind of people who use ice much. So one more big fat expense. We bought a little mini-fridge to save our cold stuff, and we’re trying to eat down the frozen things still in the old fridge. But we’re still going to lose a fair amount of food. There’s just no room for it.

Just paid my car insurance. The bill has gone up 28% in the past year. OUCH. FJB, F all the crazy ass government policies that are destroying the country and bringing runaway inflation with it. Top to bottom wrong on everything, and this is all done on purpose. WTF.

Sure would be nice to get meniscus replacement surgery on at least one knee, but it’s a 3 month recovery, and I just have too darn many demands on my time. I’m the doer, the problem solver, the worker. For everyone else. Nothing for me. Oh well.

All the stress and mess got to me and I’ve gone back to smoking again. I had quit, again, for about 8 weeks. I can quit again. But not right now. I will try to limit myself to 1 every few hours. Holy crap, a pack of smokes is $14 in New York with all the taxes added in.


OTOH, I bowled a 552 series at Wednesday league in the semi-finals, and we took all 7. That puts us up against a real ringer team for the finals, so even with 86 pins handicap coming our way, we’d all better be focused every single throw. We’re in the middle of the pack, and if we tromp next week we’ll be in the upper part of the middle. Might make about $25 more each in prize money if we do. With my knees and arthritic thumb I don’t know if I’ll bowl after this year. It’s the one activity in my life I live for. So take it away from me. Thanks. 

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April 8, 2024

nd now to do battle with Medicare. They just denied further coverage , effective Friday, for my mom’s stay at the nursing home after less than 3 weeks. So we’re doing an appeal. Will have to pay the home’s per diem until a decision is reached. After that, who can say? I love not knowing the status of anything until the last damn minute.

WTH, I was going up to the home tomorrow anyway. Might as well spend the time there filling out forms and stuff.

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April 8, 2024

Also our roads are in great repair and there is almost no crime

Email from the county:


The cynical take is that our taxes have been far too high since 2015 at least.


Ok, so the 3 of us got together and tried to do a birthday get together for mom. We got big helium balloons, and a nice card, and made some positive inspirational message banners and signs to hang around her room, some with our photos and names on them, brought her some simple little gifts of chocolate and caramel popcorn, got her laundry squared away finally. And sadly, she was in bed, and was hardly in her head that day. She did know that Sunday was her actual birthday, so that was good. I’d seen her the day before and she was a touch out of it, sitting in her travel chair in the common area singing quietly to her lunch until I sat down and said hi, at which point she was able to focus on me, at the mental cost of being able to use a fork. 4 days before that I’d visited and we had a good conversation, and she could read things and hold a coffee cup on her own. So the dementia comes and goes, or something.


Teach your children well ... does anybody teach them anything?

So I got some pizza yesterday. Looked at the online menu and it says that credit card orders get a 4% surcharge. And I had a couple fives and ones and a $100 bill in my wallet. So I drove down to get the pie; the bill was $26.98. I gave the young girl $107 cash. She had no idea what to do and tried to give me the $7 back. I told her to just enter the money I’d given her, you’ll see what happens. Surprise!! My change was 4 $20s and 2 pennies. Told her I used to be a cashier when I was her age, and once you learn how to make change and what cash going in makes minimal change coming out you never forget. But, like, OMG; the register does the math for you. 

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April 3, 2024

Trying to put together a little thing for mom’s 89th birthday Sunday. Some balloons, a couple of cards, a door sign and a banner or two. Nothing extreme. Just to let her know we remembered her day and that we’re always there in spirit if not always in person.

And of course, we can only go up there the day before, early afternoon, and we can’t stay all day. Which is probably for the best, as she tires out pretty quickly.

I wasn’t there Easter Sunday, I was at the wifely’s dad’s house. We had a deep discussion about my mom, and they gave me some very good advice and a new perspective. So I’m far more settled than I was before. Cleaning up and cleaning out the house is still going to be a gigantic undertaking, but we’ve got a plan and have found at least one trusted person who can come and help with some of the cleaning.

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March 30, 2024

Happy Easter!

May your faith be strengthened and renewed.


Bowling Blogging??

We got whupped 2-5 both on Wednesday and Friday league this week, as everyone else but us suddenly remembers how to bowl in the last few weeks, making their tactical push towards the front of the pack. We got utterly smeared last night at “starter league” in which a family team flattened us. 20-something daughter threw a 619 series after totally coasting in game 3, shaving loads of points. Her guy, the SIL, with his 209 average, threw a 770 series and he was coasting in the 3rd game too. So he was almost 150 over average for the night. Dad is their anchor and bowled great the first 2 and then coasted in g3 to come out in the 650s. Mom is on the team to keep their handicap down, but even she was well over her 110 average in the first 2 games. Only reason we won g3 is because I was 15 over and our anchor pulled a 256 from somewhere and finished off the last 3 frames with X X XXX to put 90 pins up.

I don’t want to be in a “starter” league with bowlers who can hit an 800 series and coast to a 770. I guarantee you he now has the high series for the entire season. Go find a hardcore league. Problem is, any league will take anybody who shows up and pays. It’s a business, and there aren’t all that many league bowlers left. I know plenty of guys who are in 3 or 4 leagues. I’m in 2 and I’m not all that good. Wifely too.


We’re off to visit the nursing home again. I want to go, but I really don’t want to go. It’s hard and painful and heartbreaking to deal with, and I’m always a little afraid of what I’m going to find. But I go anyway, and sometimes we go together, because no one else is.
Too many residents in these places have been parked and deliberately forgotten about. The nursing home is 96 beds; in the log book the other day there were 5 visitors, and 3 were reps there on business. So just 2 people there to visit the patients.

March 26, 2024

I got to witness a late stage dementia episode yesterday. My first time. All the inner demons came bubbling out one after another. The anger, the yelling, the strings of words that made no sense, the fear and upset and tears. And the incontinence.

Well, eventually we got some room aides to come, they got her off the toilet where she wasn’t supposed to be, got her cleaned up and got a new diaper on her, and got her over to her new bed which is super low to the floor. They don’t restrain the patients there, either physically or through drugs, so they laid out some giant soft mats on the floor in case she throws herself off the bed. Again. I got her oxygen line set up, got her her stuffed red panda, and talked her down and got her calm. We dimmed the lights and she was going to nap, so it was time for us to go.

We left the place and felt like screaming. And had ourselves a good stiff drink when we finally got back home.

Her symptoms are classic. The repeating everything you say to her without understanding it, her talking about shreds of memory from her deep past combined with other shreds to form ideas of things that never happened that she talks on and on about, her repeating the same things over and over and over, and her instant emotional shifts. I don’t know who is in my mother’s mind but the real her gets out less and less. And that’s so painful to witness. To say nothing of her body just wasting away, even if she is eating pretty well lately. Ok, she can’t usually handle cutlery, or a plastic glass or a mug, so I sat and fed her little spoons of her lunch and sips of the things she had to drink. And she kept trying to eat the napkin again.

I feel hollow inside. As if grief and exhaustion and my frustration about how things ever got to be this bad (the trail goes back to 1995 at least) have just eviscerated me and I’m nothing much more than a shell at this point.

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March 21, 2024

Nothing major to report on mom’s condition. She is still in the nursing home and comfortable. She is eating well and can mostly feed herself. I think she can even hold a cup. She is getting some rehab physical therapy; I was at her first session and they were training her to go from a chair to her walker, walk about a bit, and from her walker back to a chair. They had her do some leg exercises with light ankle weights on. Given that she was lying in a hospital bed for 13 days and then in bed at the home another 2, I was impressed - verklempt! - to see her putting about in the hallways with the walker. The PT lady got her set up with an oxygen concentrator in her room, and a portable tank for when she’s doing PT. This keeps her O2 at or above 94%, which is good and helps keep her mind sharp. Or what’s left of it. The dementia is pretty strong. 91% is not enough for mental clarity; I know this, having O2 at home on my BiPap. 91 will keep you alive, but it’s borderline. She was reading 97% the last time I had her at her doctor, but those little finger meters aren’t the most accurate things. One will read high, one will read low, and if your fingernails are too long they won’t read at all.

I dusted off a really nice stuffed animal I bought her 30 years ago and took it to her, so she has a bed kitty critter to play with and hold. Actually it’s a Chinese red panda, life size and soft. So she can pet it and hug it and squeeze it, which will help her hands. PT is only for her legs, with encouragement to stand up straighter. Hand work counts as occupational therapy so it isn’t covered. Go figure.

We went to Walmart and bought her some inexpensive new clothes, so she has a couple outfits that are fresh and colorful. And I got her some low elastic socks to wear under her shoes, and we found the shoes. This is progress, believe it or not.

We’re heading up there tomorrow for a visit, and maybe I can talk to the PT lady to see what the goalposts are and what their time windows are as well. As long as she is making progress she can stay there. Otherwise it’s home Hospice with aides coming by. We’re getting set up for that at her house but it’s going to take quite a bit of work to clear space for a bed in the living room and get things cleaned up and thinned out. So we’ll have a visit, probably do a video Google Meet call with my brother via wifely’s tablet so mom can easily see my sibling at home. He’s wheelchair bound and has become weaker himself, so getting him out the door and into and out of a vehicle might be more challenge than it’s worth. We’ve got Meet set up but will test it with my brother before heading to the nursing home. The tablet has a stand so she doesn’t have to hold it or even touch it. And I want to find a good position for his cellphone so his face is fully visible and the phone doesn’t move around.


Yeah, so that’s my life lately. Knee pain still gets me, I’m still trying to bowl. We lost 2-5 Wednesday night, but won 5-2 Friday night. I threw pretty well, and managed a 203 in Game 3. Happy me. I’m going to have to bowl in shorts, as the damn knee braces need precise placement and constant adjustment. They go on tight, then my legs get compressed, so they shift to a bad position, OW OW OW. And the clasps pop out far too often. Try managing that under blue jeans. Not easy.

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March 21, 2024

Don’t Fear The Reaper. He’s Not Here Yet.

Mom is now in a nursing home experiencing the gentle wonders of palliative care. Palliative care means making someone comfortable. It’s the term the medical community uses when they don’t want to say “hospice”, but the two are synonymous. And hospice is letting people die in moderate amounts of peace and comfort. And that’s where we are now.

The hospital cured her of the bacterial illness she had. Another UTI. A urinary tract infection can mimic the symptoms of dementia or make existing dementia seem worse. And boy does it ever. So after a week with the IV in her arms delivering medicine and other good things, her mind came back to some extent. I was able to have a good visit with her and we could talk. OK, I did most of the talking, but she could follow what what being said and put in a germane comment now and then, or mention some related memory or something like that.

So after a week of mental anguish, several different approaches, and countless phone calls all over, the insurance company approved the decision that they had just refused a few days before, and she has been transferred to a nursing home. I was there when she was brought in, I was there to visit 2 days later, and I’m going back today. Ok, some visit will be done, I’ve a couple little presents for her just for fun, we’ll talk a little and just share the love.

And then I have a meeting with the social services director, where we have to work out “forward planning”, which is going to come down to “keep her dry and clean and change her diaper a couple times a day, feed her if she’ll eat, and let nature take it’s course.” This is going to break my soul because it feels like I’ll be signing her death warrant. I’ll be sentencing my mother to die. Murder by decree. But the truth is death is already very close; every time the phone rings my thought is that it’s The Call, and I’ve had that trepidation since July or thereabouts.

It breaks my heart to say it, but she has just wasted away to little more than skin and bones. Her body has no muscle left. She looks one of those concentration camp pictures from WWII. Well, almost.  I’m certain she weighs no more than 100lb, this woman who once stood 5’7” and a slender but comfortable 135. It stuns me how fast this all came about. A year ago on her birthday we were walking around the yard and she was noticing all the plants and trees and what needed to be done and what her yard guy could manage and so on. Even last Fall she could still walk around the house, go up and down the stairs, do some cooking and laundry, and live a fairly normal life considering she was a shut in.

And when it’s over, then I have to deal with my brother, her partner in crime. Him in his wheelchair and his issues. The house is a filthy nearly-hoarder pile of stuff. They could always buy more stuff, more furniture, more doo-dads, but nothing ever got thrown away. It a;; has to go. Easily 16 pieces of furniture, and 3 big dumpsters of clothes, and old stuff. Anybody want an electric warming tray from 1968? It still works. How about a 1981 bread machine? I would like to keep most of the tools, and the compound miter saw. But the Shopsmith Mark V and all it’s accessories (millions of them) has to go. Have to find a buyer who can come and take it apart and get it out of the house.

Then we have to sell the house, and assuming he’s still alive, which is not a guarantee giving his half a dozen major comorbidities, we will have to also sell our condo and move up to Warren County NJ or across the river into PA in the Bangor area. Find some place for the 3 of us, and live simple.

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March 7, 2024

She was taken to the hospital an hour ago. Do not know what they can do, cannot get clear take from my brother’s texts. She cannot come back to the house at this point, he cannot care for her. Apparently her condition has deteriorated significantly since I was there Monday, and it was pretty bad then; much worse than when I was there 2 weeks before that. And it wasn’t good then either.

But he still isn’t willing to say that a home health aide won’t be enough. So what can I do?

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March 5, 2024

End of her road approaching, one exit left

My mother is dying. This is a terrible thing to say, and a difficult and painful thing to accept. But it’s true nonetheless.  While her physical health is pretty good, her mental health gets worse almost every day, and her body follows along with it. As of this week she can hardly walk. She doesn’t have the strength to stand up from a chair or the couch even with the assistance of a walker to hold on to. She can’t dress herself, or undress herself, or do much of any personal hygiene. She’s pretty much lost all bladder control. Sometimes she can talk and sometimes she can’t, as the dementia ravages her mind. And she’s barely eating. She can’t manage a knife, fork, or spoon; she can barely manage a small cup. Even though the doctor got her appetite stimulant pills, she continues to lose weight. I took her to her doctor yesterday. She’s lost another 5 pounds since 2 weeks ago. There really isn’t anything that can be done. He’s putting us in touch with county hospice, who can do some kind of at-home assessment and give her some palliative care in the time she has left.

She’s lost the will to live, she’s lost the will to eat. Her mind is deteriorating at an alarming rate. 3 months ago she could walk around inside the house and follow most conversations; 5 months ago she could walk around out in the yard. She could carry on conversations and even do some light cooking and housework, and was at least a bit aware of the news and the outside world. 4 years ago she was driving, and was as sharp as she ever was. 3 weeks ago she could control her feet and legs enough to get in and out of my car, although she hasn’t been able to figure the seat belt for some time now. Yesterday getting her out the door, in and then out of the car, and up the elevator to her doctor was nearly impossible.

She will be 89 on April 7. I really don’t have much faith she’ll make it that long.

I cried and cried for hours when we got home last night. But there’s nothing that can be done. My brother lives with her, and will try to get her to eat and stay reasonably clean and fresh. And that’s it.

I can’t write anymore.

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February 29, 2024

Happy Leap Day !!

Once upon a time, long long ago, I think today was known as the calends. Because it’s the end of the calendar. A free extra day. Because the “modern” calendar the West has been using since the Roman Empire is slow by around 6 hours a year, so every 4 years we add an entire day to mostly square things up again. And in general, that’s accurate enough. Ok sure, some bloodthirsty seriously anal Central American culture figured out a truly accurate system hundreds of years ago, but moving great big stone rings around was a pain, not to mention the constant upkeep on all those weird-ass looking carvings. And the buckets of blood. The lakes of blood. Um, no, I’ll keep my Timex, and we’ll add a day every once in a while. Much easier

Personally I think the entire world should just take today off. No work, no wars, no shopping. Have a drink or 3 and go back to bed. I dare say we could all use a day like that far more often than once every 4 years.

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February 22, 2024

Ok, this works. Scale it up if you want more dough. Once well rested and matured, this is a super extensible dough that can stretch out to “windowpane” thinness, and will bake nicely in a 500-500 oven in just a few minutes.

Autolysed Poolish NY Style Pizza Dough

Autolyse, or autolysis, is the term applied to the way flour breaks down when wet. Without any yeast or any heat, damp flour will soften up and start to form glutens. This is a good thing. About an hour is long enough.

A poolish is a “pre ferment”, in which a little bit of commercial yeast is added to a good amount of some very wet flour and left alone for half a day or so. Not only does it use less yeast, it creates lots of flavor, as the little flour bacteria start to breed. It’s kind of halfway to being sourdough, but with supplied yeasts, instead of what occurs naturally on the wheat in the field. A poolish is very wet, often 100% hydration.

Hydratian level is the amount of liquid in a dough, expressed as a mass percentage of the total amount of flour in a recipe. So 100% hydration would have a certain weight of flour, and the same weight of water. 50% hydration means the water weight is half that of the flour weight. Another kind of preferment, called a “biga” often uses 50% hydration. Bigas can be harder to work with because they are very stiff, but they are also rather forgiving time-wise to their peak yeastiness, whereas poolish is pretty close to flour soup but the yeast peak is a more narrow time window.

A New York style pizza dough needs to be a bit firmer than a Neopolitan dough, but also not brittle; a NYC street slice is a long thing, and everyone folds it in half lengthwise so the toppings don’t drip off.

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Makes a bit under 800 grams of dough, which is enough for 2 15” pies

Mix together
323 grams King Arthur Bread Flour
139 grams King Arthur All Purpose Flour

then put 300 grams of the mixed flour in your mixer bowl. Set the remaining 162gm mixed flour aside.
To the mixing bowl add 270 grams of warm water. 270/300 = 90% hydration, so this will be pretty soft. You don’t knead here, just mix it up. Rough mix is ok; you can do this with bare hands or a wooden spoon or the beater in your stand mixer.
Cover the bowl and let it sit for an hour. It’s just flour and water.
Next, dissolve 1/4 teaspoon of instant yeast in 30ml of water, which is 1 fluid ounce. A good excuse to get out your cocktail jigger! Add this to the autolysed wet flour, then use the mixer to thoroughly mix in the yeast water. Cover, and leave it in the bowl on the counter for about 12-14 hours. When the poolish is ripe you will see plenty of little moon crater bubbles on top.

To the remaining flour, add an mix in 12 grams of salt, 1 teaspoon of instant yeast, 2 teaspoons of white sugar.  Pour this onto the poolish along with 2 teaspoons of Extra Virgin Olive oil. Mix on low speed for a minute or two, then knead on speed 2 for only 3 minutes. This slack dough will not require much kneading at all!

Now cover it up, leave it on the counter for 90 minutes, then into the fridge for at least 8 hours ... 2 or 3 days is fine; the longer it’s in there the better the flavors you’ll get.

When it’s time to make some pizza, dip both hands in plain all purpose flour, and carve off about half the dough, and work it. The flour on your hands will dry things out just a bit (it might take 2 dips in the flour) and leave you with a very soft dough you can play Pizza Guy with to your heart’s content. You can stretch this stuff out and out and out, to the point where you can easily see light through it. Windowpane!

and it tastes good too.

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February 20, 2024

Maybe, maybe I might be starting to get well. Or less sicker?

I have been very sick for 3 weeks now. A few days into the huge doses of Augmentin and the Prednisone, along with a ton of vitamins and some Mucinex tablets, and I might be turning a corner. Might. Not quite as much coughing, nose running much less.

The initial positive reaction was just initial; it’s still a fight and it doesn’t always go my way. but I’m doing everything I know how to do.

Sorry, that’s about all I have.


Ok, I tried making pizza dough yesterday. And then found out later that there is a tremendous difference between a Neopolitian dough that’s designed to bake up in a minute in a 1000 degree oven, and the more or less New York style dough that will do well in a typical home oven which tops at at perhaps 550 degrees.

And all that other baker stuff ... use a biga, use a poolish, do an autolyse, do a chilled 72 hour ferment ... oh gak, a bit more than I could handle. But that was yesterday. Today I feel up to experimenting with a small amount of flour and water, enough to make one decent sized pizza when all is said and done.


I might do some kind of beef and bean burrito thing for dinner. Keep it fairly small. Not sure what kind of cheese we have or how much. Beans and chiles, no problem there!

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February 17, 2024

Another week of light posting. Another week of being sick. Ok, I finally broke down and went to the local clinic. The extremely young woman PA set me up with some strong antibiotic and a heft 12 day dose of prednisone. Both prescriptions together cost me $2.26. Got home, took the first dose of each, and within an hour my nose is not running and I am not coughing and my chest is not congested. Son. of a. Gun.

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