Which Reminds Me

Yes, that was sort of weird, why didn't Miss Marken, our high school English teacher, invite me also to her special private meeting held only for the Spanish people? But of course I am not one of them so obviously that would not include me.  

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Yes, I vaguely remember that near the end of my first semester at SCC, our choir director, Mrs. Galetar, took all of us choir members to a concert at an Adventist church not far from the college. It was a lovely concert of Christmas music that everyone can appreciate, the soprano's rendition of "I Wonder as I Wander" was unforgettable. So that was that. Why all these questions later about Adventists and what do I think about that. It was only concert. Why do I have to explain for the umpteenth time that No, I am not an Adventist? 

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Yes, that was sort of weird to hear online that you are stuck in an Adventist cult with those cultic whackos Dauna and Gwen Nelson, and you have only yourself to blame for going down that miserable cult path. Do not bother me later with the internal turmoils of Cuban exiles who should have known better but didn't. Blah blah blah. 

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Yes, that is sort of disturbing how they are talking about my grandmother in that way, as if she were the only source of their problems. And there are no words really, just someone yapping about how they are going to kill the goose that laid the golden egg or kill the sacred cow, or something along those lines. And I am not even sure whether I was born yet anyway when all those events happened and deals made of which so much is hinted and yet nothing said in terms of context. I am not saying that my grandmother did not have her faults, she could not know what she could not know, but anyway all have their faults in various ways. And anyway, I am not a clone of her, so I might not want to have to do that again. I might want to do other things than that in the light of other new information.  

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Yes, I vaguely remember that I still have my membership card stored somewhere in my files, because anyway it is still a memento of a different time in my life when I was maybe about 16 years old and I took the class for that down there, and was later water baptized, although I suppose that I could get myself re-baptized upon returning to the United States, but would that be necessarily the right way to handle that, even if it was sort of my parents idea for me to go ahead and do that, does it logically follow that I would need to pretend that I need to again be water baptized every time I move to another country. Wouldn't that negate the point of Christian faith in the first place, hoping that the water baptism would last long enough for eternity or does it have an expiration date? Does not the Christian faith transcend national borders anyway? So that is a complication to be sure, but anyway, long before that, did I not sing a solo in church, "Into My Heart Lord Jesus," so, yes, it is complicated.    

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 Yes, I vaguely remember that at one job I was given a silver coin as a sort of bonus or token of appreciation. However, I am not remembering whether I still have that or did I give that away. I have not seen that for a long time now. Maybe I really was not that enthusiastic about having a symbol of infamy sitting around in my desk drawer. 

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Yes, I do not remember there being any brain cell in Dauna's empty head, in regards to "it." I wash my hands of "it." You broke "it" so that is not my problem. Fix "it" yourself. You will not need me for anything, obviously. Needless to say.  

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Yes, it has been clear for a very long time that whatever I thought that "it" meant was not what you thought that "it" meant, and why that matters at all now  is not so clear. I see no reason whatsoever to continue hammering on this point uselessly. Which brings us to the question of why you continue to rummage around in the pathetically stupid "Dauna" garbage dumpster. Nobody cares what that filthy dirty wretched thing says anyway. She was a noxious gossip in college. Vengeance belongs to the Lord, so it was not my place to say how Dauna should be kicked to the curb or whatever. 

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Yes, I was surprised later to hear that my twitters were reaching their ears. Why should they care why I said no. No means No and there was really nothing else that I needed to say about that. It was really none of their business anyway. 

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Yes, it is puzzling to ponder, what part of "No" did Nigerian scammer boy not understand? No. No. No. No. No. etc. And just appealing to those Swedish guys will not help your case, in fact that confirmed you to be a creepy little weasel, at least in my opinion. Because anyway I often disagree with those guys and I never did care what they thought about that. It was none of their business. I said No and that was that. 

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Yes, wouldn't that just be too convenient, if I had the wherewithal to hire a pack of thugs to beat the tar out of that wretched Dakota idiot, but that would be so much the wrong attitude for me to have as a Christian girl who does not quite see what you are talking about anyway. And anyway, I do not see any need for myself to be dialoguing with the East Coast bores.   

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Yes, I vaguely remember that during the year that we lived in Guadalajara, Mexico, when I was eight years old, that the Cunningham family were friends of ours, and we would sometimes visit them, and also they would visit us. One time, during a visit of ours to their house, their son Jonathan, who was about the same age as myself, showed me the snake skin that he keeps in his sock drawer. There was.a conversation about how snakes molt and shed their skins. Yes, that was very interesting. I have not seen him since age 8 so I do not know why this is such a huge issue. During an outing of several families, we collected sample volcanic rocks of pumice and obsidian which are part of my rock collection, so that was interesting. The Stones might have been there also, although I really do not remember them now.  

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Yes, I vaguely remember that part of my early instructions involved advocating for disabled persons who cannot "do" anything. And whatever happened to them later, when they were not able to rush around like such busybodies always doing whatever stuff. 

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Yes, I vaguely remember, there was a time when we thought that we had some Cherokee or Native American genetics in us. Cousin Gradin went so far as to pose as the model for an Indian warrior sculpture. However, the DNA test says nothing about that. My mother is only the British Isles, nothing more than that. Thus, we are clearly not in line for the lottery jackpot benefits. Needless to say. Enough said about that. Maybe the gamesters forgot to fix their own mistakes, which is not my problem.  

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Yes, I do sometimes hear them mucking around in the Pakistani weeds of that, but anyway, I do not see where that has anything to do with me. Well, bless Mrs. Walker's tiny little heart. Even so, Yappy trash Dakota dogs might not be happy to hear that we are still celebrating Columbus Day in the usual way, never mind about all of this silly Caribbean to-do list. So what about that? Did Dakota dog-bimbo really think that there was an actual lottery jackpot at the other end of the Columbus Day rainbow? Blah blah blah. So what aobut that? Blah blah blah.   

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Yes, must we forget that there are these traditions of Scrooge that you seemingly are bound to uphold regardless of all else? But as for us, we must never complain about anything whatsoever. Have you never read about what happened to the children who complained in Egypt? How their teeth were set on edge by grapes and whatnot. Now, you must always say grace and eat whatever they put on your plat, whatever that may be. 

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Yes, I never did have any political ambition or thought of myself being elected to some Dakota dogcatcher office. Dakota dogcatcher is not really such a highly aimed aspiration as they seem to imagine, but who wants to argue about nothing much. From my experience, I would tend of think of Dakota dogs as simple-minded creatures prone at any moment to launch into some mysterious screaming hissy fit for no apparent reason, as if I should care.    

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Yes, I was vaguely aware that after her miserable divorce from her miserable marriage to Randy, she married a Finnish guy and moved to Finland. So I suppose that puts a sort of "finish" to that part of the story at least. There was nothing that I would need to say about that.   

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Yes, speaking of control, there is the question of whether I have any interior thoughts whatsoever, or am I merely a function of other people's opinions of me, or perceptions or impressions, my words or lack of words. Should I just unthinkingly step through a series of hoops, jump over a series of obstacles set before me by who knows what unknown demonic entity? Why should I allow myself to be used and owned by whoever happens to have more money in the bank at the moment or more power accumulated? Is that all there is to God's will for my life? Sounds depressing. There does not seem to be much point to my existence from that perspective, when anyway those clever people have no need of me. And yet if I abdicate my responsibility for any control whatsoever, whatever they want, does that really mean that the devil is not in control either way? Anyway, I still may need to somehow slog through another twenty or so years of this lifetime doing who knows what.  

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Yes, I do not really see why you are so stressed out about a sort of fruit juice smoothie with a sort of scary name. But that tells me that you are stuck at "Yesterday's" forever after. And anyway, I never did much care about the opinions of some stupid yappy trash Dakota dog. Always blah blah blah and nothing to say. 

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Yes, I seem to remember that the last time I spoke to Susie on the telephone was when I was in California, and she said something about how maybe we could meet at Boba's. What is that, a restaurant? But of course that never happened. 

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Yes, there was a short time in high school and college, I forget when now, but there was a time when I was wearing Contac lenses instead of eyeglasses. Soft lens contacs were a new thing at the time, and supposedly easier to put in the eyes, but anyway I eventually decided that my eyes were irritated too much of the time. I forget when I gave up on Contacs and went back to glasses. It is just so much easier just to wear eyeglasses. 

 

Which Reminds Me

Yes, that is a puzzling question, how would you reclassify brilliant me? How will this filthy dark world get along without my twinkling star to light the way in future? Oh, well, anyway, I have to leave now, so there was no actual reason for this worthless detour. I am gone now. I would prefer to have had my exit check parachute operational, but anyway, I am still leaving. There will be a time when I will be gone. 

Which Reminds Me

Yes, God forbid that I should ever express any opinion whatsoever, especially not within earshot of those horrid people. Yes, it is better that I not leave behind any children to be kicked around by them. I would only be hearing the back side of whatever I said, and I still like what I said better than what they said or how they would interpret that. 

Which Remidns Me

Yes, did you really think that people were not going to notice that you are a backhanded backside of a Turner twit? And I was studiously avoiding the original, why would I want to be bothered about its various idiotic spinoffs? Not my issue. Thus, I do not think that I can help you with that. 

Which Reminds Me

Yes, I do not feel any great need to explain irrelevant stuff to irrelevant strangers living out there in Quixotic Offshore La-la-Land. Just to badger and bait me about nothing much is so unfair. Here I am trying to behave like the mature older sister, and there you are sneaking around and doing all sorts of evil stuff behind my back. What about that? There might be a point where I just get bored of your usual schtick and tune you out. You just don't have much of anything, do you? You are just going nowhere with that line of thought. blah blah blah  

Which Reminds Me

Yes, I always felt that I was somewhat paralyzed for doing anything that I wanted to do, always striding around with these heavy galoshes to slow me down, no way to make any progress no matter what you might say. I probably could name some of the rageaholics, but then anyway maybe I would lose something else so maybe I will just wait for a more appropriate time, if the time is ever right. Maybe not right now. 

Which Reminds Me

Yes, it is amazing the self-confidence you have, given that all of your wrong or skewed information apparently comes from formulaic Harlequin slob Linda Harrington. I was surprised to see that the walls of her room are lined with a variety of Harlequin novels, and she knows her Harlequin categories quite well, as I can attest about what I learned from what she said about that. 

Which Reminds Me

Yes, I have this in common with the Ghost of Marley, I was dead to begin with. That is a great starting point for Dickens' "A Christmas Carol," say whatever you may say about Bulwer-Lytton's dark and stormy night. 

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Yes, I vaguely remember my Mom saying that they can be found in Throckmorton. Trockmorton is a small Texas town, in the 1930 census listing, Mom's family living there at the time, although my mother was not born until the next year. What you won't find there is the Binley boy, of whom various theories are now appearing on Youtube videos. No, that would not be us. Maybe you can find some other family to torment with your bizarre theories, whoever they were I just have no idea. 

Which Reminds Me

Yes, I am sort of glad to hear that Susie in Arizona can hear that, because anyway here at my house I really cannot hear some of that. For me just to vomit something that Susie told me about that would not seem fair to anyone involved because I really do not know much else about that. I really would not be able to put that into any sort of perspective because I do not even remember who those people were that Susie was talking about. You could always double-check with Miriam on that. 

Which Reminds Me

Yes, I am sorry that Martha has such an unbelievably tragic and horrible family history, but it is really NOT my fault that they have so much garbage in their past, that any unsuspecting passerby might inadvertently trip on, and what about that? I am just grateful to NOT be related to them. I do not remember Martha ever contributing a dime to my income or mental well-being, so what about that? I am only just barely aware of their existence, her high school locker being adjacent to mine, a mere coincidence of alphabetical order, the alphabet being what it is. 

Sometimes life deals some yucky stuff that Martha will have to deal with in her own way, while refraining from killing innocent bystanders such as myself. 

I have no desire to get stuck in Puerto Rico. That was also her problem, not mine.    

Yes, interesting how I had not heard that other story about Camden Grey. Thanks to AI for filling in some gaps in my knowledge base. What else don't I know about that? And how did they hear that story? And what are all of these illegal contracts and deals you made with my illegal aunts and uncles? As if that were not all null and void and dormant anyway. As if there were something to be worried about in regards to that. Weird. Why are all these people tying themselves up in pretzel knots over nothing? 

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Yes, I do not know what they do for groceries in Europe, our Publix grocery stores are so good at what they do anyway, but even if we in America think that European food rules and not as good as ours, Asian food is so much worse, at least that is how it seems to us. Well, I probably would not starve to death anywhere, I would probably find something good to eat, but what a hassle.   

 

Which Reminds Me

Yes, blah blah blah, what is all this about Martha needing me to defend her against the concerted plots and attacks of the feral cat gang? I do not think that I can contribute anything to the conversation beyond what already was said, as I already said. I do not know anything else about that. Enough said. 

Which Reminds Me

Yes, it is very hard to go back and fix the layers upon layers of misunderstandings that have accumulated over the past 400 years. At some poine you just have to let the accountants and lawyers do the math and let the chips fall where they may. I have no idea what would be the result, but the math is the math, the math is what it is. Yes, we should not be forgetting our illustrious high school math teacher, Mr. Schoenberg. Better to do the math first than argue endlessly about stupid stuff to no effect. 

Which Reminds Me

Yes, we heard that they were fired from Granada but we do not know the why or what happened. And we also have our own issues that we are not interested in discussing in public. 

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Yes, I vaguely remember, what was that entire thesis that you had written about Lillian Thrasher, a single woman missionary and the orphanage that she founded in Egypt, maybe near the Nile? I cannot say that I understood what you meant by that. There was not enough of that to require me to pay any taxes on that.  

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Yes, I do not understand why anyone would care now about my 10th grade book report on "Gulliver's Travels." 

Oh, did you think that was a bad word, when I was pronouncing the names of the various imaginary and non-existent countries that Jonathan Swift had concocted in his novel satire? Well, that may be saying something about your sick mind, more about your sick and twisted way of thinking than about anything that I said or thought that I had said. Besides which, there was no law against reading the entire book, so what about that? Nobody ever said don't read that. Aren't there an abundance of movies already that bear the title simply "Gulliver's Travels," whatever that meant?  

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 Yes, I am suddenly reminded of my 10th grade oral book report on "Gulliver's Travels" by Jonathan Swift, for Miss Marken's English honors class. It was interesting to learn that the book contains more than just Lilliput, there were also other imaginary and non-existent countries that do not get as much public attention in the movies. Lilliput gets most of the attention. Some Americans point to various ancient travel accounts to try to place Gulliver in Nicaragua's Mosquito Coast, but anyway that is not so clear. The Mosquio people like to assume the credit for their various points and stingers, even though anyway it was only a satire, not really serious history. And anyway, who can even say where those places are now, four hundred years later, when so much has changed. 
I understand that better now than I did in 10th grade, but anyway, it is not necessary to completely understand Jonathan Swift. Who would even remember Jonathan Swift it he had not written "Gulliver's Travels," because his other stuff is more ephemeral. But Gulliver says something about the 17th century as the Age of Exploration, a time inundated by travel books of discovery. 
But anyway, that was 10th grade. Nobody cares about that now. And how could those Mosquito people from Nicaragua get a foot in the classroom door? They were not even there so what would they know.  
 

Which Reminds Me

Yes, I seem to have noticed that I have been hacked, but anyway, it is really too late to do much about that now at my advanced age. If hindsight were foresight I could have done some other things, but anyway I did try some other things, and they always seem to find a way to trip me up somehow, so it is just all for not. Better to hunker down and try not to give them more free stuff than absolutely necessary, because anyway life is short.  

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Yes, always the worst-case scenario with restaurant sloppeneur plus Murphy's Law running the show, And what about that? I cannot pretend stuff that never happened. The floating island it turns out was an African ethnica group, not really an India retreat, but the edges are always blurry in these books.  

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Yes, you people are just barking up the wrong tree. You will never ever be able to attach me to Michael O'Farrell, and whatever his thing was, so just get over yourself now already. If you try to attach me to that, you will ultimately end by blowing out your own stupid Heidi brains, which certainly would be interesting to see, but be warned. There is just none of that in my head. 

At one time there was an entire colony of feral cats living in the hedges of Grandpa Calkins' house. They were sort of cute tri-colored cats but there was no way to that humans could interact with them, so eventually animal control had to be called to come and take them away. There was no other remedy.  

 I am more concerned about my own safety and security than I am about Martha's attitude problem.   

Which Reminds Me

Yes, who can forget the Medical Mission Singers, they were good, the tape that we had of them, I liked their songs, but I have not listened to them for a very long time. This is not quite the time for that. Some days I want to listen to something else and throw the nuns job on them, so to speak.   

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Yes, sort of weird to hear a bunch of stuff about school, and Pennsylvania, and then finally we find the German Pennsylvania Poet, and then we put that next to that very old picture of great-grandmother's classmate from her schooldays, and also great-grandfather's ancestor being from Southern Germany, and then, so, what about that?   

Whch Reminds Me

Yes, we have our share of parasites after having lived for some time in a foreign country, needless to say. 

Yes, I vaguely remember that I agreed to meet that guy at McDonald's, across the street from where I worked, and there was nothing to add to that, beyond we did meet there and talked for a few minutes. He was self-absorbed with his business as an Elvis impersonator so that was not all that interesting anyway. Sometimes there just isn't any reason to continue this conversation. 

And when do I get to cut Martha's head off? That could be interesting, but, oh, the rules don't seem to apply to them.