Thursday, July 20, 2017

Which Reminds Me

Years ago when I was living in Boca Raton, someone asked me if I were someone else, someone whose last name is also Calkins, but no, I am not she. Besides, there is no "u" in my last name. So there was no reason for me to think twice about that. I just have no idea who those people are.

Wednesday, July 19, 2017

Which Reminds Me

Yes, it certainly would seem so mean of me, so bad, so unpatriotic to even consider the notion of suing my very own government, of invoking various charges mainly for sending all these mentally retarded people to harass me on a regular basis throughout high school. And yet, well, the thought has crossed my mind that I am entirely powerless to actually do that. I am nobody important that the CIA would bother about me. Perhaps it was just a strange convergence of stupidities that makes my life so miserable and no one really deserving of the blame. So we will just have to leave the CIA dangling at the end of its tether before they eventually issue their apology with attached check for monetary damages, thank you very much.

Tuesday, July 18, 2017

Which Reminds Me

Yes, why are you so surprised to learn that on the day of the crucifixion there was also an earthquake and a darkening of the sun, whether by solar eclipse or other signs I don't know. But these things are mentioned in the New Testament in case you did not notice, so there is really not news.

Monday, July 17, 2017

Which Reminds Me

In El Salvador, Susie and Sammy like to boast of their friendship with the Jewish family next door to their house. The Stewarts at one time lived in the mission house next to the Bible Institute, but on the other side of their house was a house wherein lived a Jewish family who had an only daughter. They owned a factory wherein was manufactured, I can't remember what, maybe they said the Popeye chocolate bars. (Although the ice cream bar factory also would have been an interesting tour.) The twins were given a tour of the chocolate factory. I remember seeing that house next door to them but I never lived in that house that I should have occasion to go there. It was the Stewarts who first befriended them. If there are some other missing pieces to that story I really wouldn't know. That is all I know about that. Someone was telling me some other things about that Jewish family but I cannot comment further on such nebulous clues.

Sunday, July 16, 2017

Which Reminds Me

Anyway, I see that you forgot to tell me that Stephanie is actually Jewish. Only now do I learn this through the back door. Well, all the more reason for me not to involve myself in the intestinal conflicts of the local Jewish community of which I know very little. They were also there but I can't see that.

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Yes, during high school economics class I remember that there were five or six tables of people. Our table was near the front of the room and there was a table of guys across from us, but I cannot remember who they were. I never exchanged any looks or commentaries with them and would not appreciate them presuming to speak for me as I cannot even remember wha their names were. They do not represent anything that I would want to say about this chatter regarding off-campus parties to which I was not invited mainly because I would prefer not to say anything about that because it just wouldn't be wise for me to get involved in whatever that was.

Saturday, July 15, 2017

Which Reminds Me

Anyway, fortunately I never made any claim of being one of the movers and shakers of society, that I should be required to fulfill all these ridiculous and exaggerated expectations of the people who are incidental acquaintances, not really my mother. Besides, I never applied to run for office. In fact, I never can meet all these expectations, an exercise in futility, all by myself. They say that God only helps those who help themselves, but what about those of us who are hexed before we even get started? This just doesn't work for me.

Friday, July 14, 2017

Which Reminds Me

Yes, it looks like we won't be seeing much of those Stewart blobs now that they are so deeply embedded with the whiney Walkers at the dry docks of Arizona. Jane was always so quiet back in the old days that we did not realize what a very bad girl she really was until we heard her boring voice circulating out there in the ozone layer, thus removing all doubt about that. Sorry Tarzan but we don't want to be the ones having to say these things so we will just refer all these matters to the proper authorities.

Thursday, July 13, 2017

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Anyway, I do not consider myself to be under any obligation to play ball with the mentally retarded Gladstone riff-raff. No one ever said that they could not get married to whoever they want, or be a Bible study leader or whatever they want, so there is no reason for me to exhaust myself debating such an imaginary point that no one ever said about them in the first place that I know of. My sister put herself under an obligation to ferry them around in her car but that was her mistake, not mine. I really would prefer to completely ignore these incredibly boring yet insidiously damaging maneuvers because there is nothing that I can say right about that. Why do I have to feel sorry for such mean and nasty people? I just don't care. Go away and stop harassing me.

Wednesday, July 12, 2017

Which Reminds Me

Oh, I don't remember, was Cheryl an incubator baby? At the missionary kid school it was just Cheryl and I in the fourth grade, but she is gone now and my long-term memories of that are mostly a blur. The next year the Stewarts returned, Sammy and Susie, and then there were four of us the same age, Cheryl and Susie and Sammy and I. Well, I can't speak for the Stewarts, but at least we were grateful for the lunches that our mothers provided for us, being trained at an early age to pray and say grace before eating our lunch of usually a sandwich that mother got up very early in the morning to prepare and also maybe a Thermos of juice or milk or something else to drink and maybe a piece of fruit or a piece of cake. When someone brought a Hershey bar to school, some people were inclined to trade their whole lunch away for such a treat, but I never did that. Oh, was I supposed to feel guilty about eating the lunch assigned to me?

Tuesday, July 11, 2017

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Sadly, Cheryl died at age 12. We were gone at the time. Afterward, Susie said some things very critical of Cheryl, but as I was out of the country at the time, I really can't verify that one way or another. It was just something that Susie said about why she was not particularly sorry that Cheryl had died.

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Yes, I think that I do remember hearing that story about the woman who got pregnant on her wedding night and then the baby was premature, born at maybe seven months, so the birth data doesn't tell the whole story and might superficially appear sort of funny to strangers, but if you are even partly acquainted with them you would have no reason to doubt the story's veracity as it was passed along to us. But if you are someone who prefers to expound an alternate theory about that, the burden of proof is entirely upon you. No one is going to help you with that and the joke will be on you. So?

Monday, July 10, 2017

Which Reminds Me

It really grates on my nerves, all these very bad jokes about my birthmark, a large freckle, or rather cluster of freckles, on my left upper arm. This mark, you say does not compare to some other people's marks. Well, that may be so but I really do not care to get caught in the position of speculating upon the meaning of birthmarks. Whatever. I was dealt this handful of freckles and I wouldn't be me without them. So your cheapskate attempts to make me the marked woman fall flat, very very flat. Your shrill tones are like fingernails on a chalkboard.

Sunday, July 9, 2017

Which Reminds Me

Ok, so maybe it was more like 40 years ago that I last had contact with Debbie Lange, when she expressed her shock at my being so short (compared to her being so tall and taking dance lessons for mainly health reasons as one could easily assume). So maybe the next time that I feel like being gratuitously insulted behind the scenes I will get back in touch.

Years earlier, Debbie and I and also Sherry Turnbull were in the same cabin at junior high camp along with some other persons whose names I cannot recall. They were nobody important, just boring stuff. I suppose that their being eighth graders explains their disdain of seventh graders such as myself but actually I mostly don't remember who they were or why I should care about that.

Friday, July 7, 2017

Which Reminds Me

Yes, I know, during high school study hall I loved to go to the library and read from the Time-Life history books in the reference section, one for each decade. In Europe they have decadence, but in America we go by the decades. The 1910s preceded the 1920s later on we find the 1930s and so forth. These events are arranged in an orderly way and illustrated with many interesting photos, always better than listening to Kathy's idiotic rantings. These Italians protest way too much before I can even think of saying hello. I will always praise God and thank my lucky stars that I am not in any way related or connected to those deeply weird people.

Which Reminds Me

Yes, that was a big mistake for me to try to take the fall for whatever wicked thing Sharon Turner might have done or did. We really were not such close friends, certainly not related, that I wouldn't turn her in to the proper authorities if necessary, if I could, but as it is I really can't do that. Let Sharon Turner explain to us what she did to Jan a few years earlier and then we will be glad to confess whatever other mistake we might have  made not having any clue what Jan's problem was. Jan who? I really don't know these people very well and have no idea how to explain that.

Whch Remnds Me

About 50 years have gone by since the last time that I talked with Debbe Lange, can't imagine there could be any reason to communicate with her Lange cousins if New York, assuming she has any cousins in New York. I really wouldn't know anything if she does or not or anything else about that.

Which Reminds Me

As for that book, the autobiography of Madame Guyon, I can't say that I got very far into that, not very far past the first chapter. I found it difficult to relate to her medieval sense of morbid paranoia so typical of the Dark Ages, very depressing. Perhaps the book got better later on, but I actually  never got far enough know more about that. Maybe someday I will get around to finish reading that.

Wednesday, July 5, 2017

Which Reminds Me

Yes, I know that I will not be held responsible for the doings and sayings of some catty people who sat on the opposite side of the high school classroom snubbing me very methodically in that adolescent way of theirs, so all these false accusations are just a wearisome nuisance to me. It's like I don't exist, which is the way you wanted it, so get used to me not existing. Get it?

Which Reminds Me

When I was in high school maybe after 10th grade when the Stewarts were visiting for the summer, Susie gave me a birthday gift, a book, which she recommended as being of spiritual value. It was the autobiography of Madame Guyon, who was a French Catholic and mystic and founder of the Quietist movement. Interesting to see that Mrs. Baker of Rochester, New York, references the Quietist movement in some of her writings and even refers to Madame Jeanne Guyon. It is easy for Madame Guyon to be famous because she is married. Jean is my middle name, but a single person such as myself would find it not so easy to gain such credibility in the religious arena, a foundation for writing my autobiography which I promised to write at age 10. The writing of my autobiography has been scrapped, needless to say, because these French Catholics think they have no need of anything from me. Everything that is needful for life and work has already been provided by them. My thoughts are an unnecessary redundancy, at least as far as they are concerned.

Monday, July 3, 2017

Whch Remnds Me

I seem to remember that Sue Waleganda, who coincidentally was Ukrainian, is actually the person who would have the insider scoop on Jan Green's departure from Evangel, or at least the dorms. So why are you continuing to harass me on this subject matter? Just ask Sue and she will tell you what you need to know about that.

Sunday, July 2, 2017

Which Reminds Me

Yes, I heard that your nasty Charlotte is looking to come and smash my face. Well, ha ha ha! Nasty Charlotte pretending to be upper crust? don't make me laugh. Don't make me go through that. I don't want to be hearing from Charlotte ever again. That was just too weird.

Which Reminds Me

You were telling me that Charlotte went and married some guy who is somehow related to my aunt Linda, which somehow complicates matters. Ok, whatever. So that means that Charlotte is now married to some genuine trailer trash redneck idiot so it would be hard to reassemble that trio. We are quite willing to allow the state of California to secede from the union so that we no longer have to listen to Linda's incredibly loud temper tantrums on a regular basis. That was weird.

Which Reminds Me

During college, during chapel I once sang a trio with Sheryl Gansky and another person, maybe Charlotte although I can't remember. Warren was our pianist. That trio idea was actually Sheryl's idea. So? Needless to say, that could never happen again. Even so, if that is the only thing that you know about us, or me, you really don't know very much, truth be told. There really ought to be a law forbidding you from your viciously malicious and insidious malware coding all over the planet, but anyway it is not my place to say.