Which Reminds Me

Yes, perhaps I should be asking why the dregs of New Jersey are imagining that we would ever want to do business with them? They have no contract on us there in New Jersey, in case they forgot, so I don't understand why they are yapping so loudly about nothing much.

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Yes, it is a bit awkward, all of these snooty rich people blustering about how us poor people just want to live off of their money, as if we were just some worthless gold-diggers, as if we ever thought there was any money for us to get from somewhere other than by getting a job and working. It sort of creates the mistaken impression of us poor people, as if we would not be able to get jobs and pay our own way, as if we were looking for some horrible rich person to sucker and parasitically attach ourselves to. I don't have such a prominent public platform to puff myself up into a toxic puffer fish. I am just a poor person who has to do whatever I have to do to get a better paying job because Mr. Right never made his appearance on the scene and without a husband to pay the bills I just have to get a job to my own way. There is no other choice but to get a job. There was no reason for some snarky rich Hunt dog to interpose his snarky opinions about poor people so obnoxiously into my personal life. Sure, some people are satisfied to slave as a waitress or domestic worker but those are persons who never attended college and probably were lousy students all around anyway even if they did graduate from high school, whoever they are. We never discussed our plans with those people because they really wouldn't understand. So you can get an early advantage by skipping college and just getting a job and start saving earlier but then again the idea is that you might not advance so far because you are so thinly educated. At least, that was how it was supposed to work. But some snarky rich Hunt dogs have not yet gotten a clue that we don't give a hoot about what Viking whiners may think of us and so they will just have to rot in their own Viking stew.

Which Reminds Me

Perhaps someone is trying to make a point about cholera being a disease in English, whereas in Spanish colera is anger. If so, I fail to see why I should bother to note this minor point, myself not being even yet aware of the existence of the Miriam noted in the diaries and even now being aware, still not yet caring whether Miriam lives or dies, her being not my problem.

Which Reminds Me

With some historians it has become habitual to criticize the Victorian era as being too repressive and tight-lipped about various subjects, as if we should just all have loose lips and talk about whatever, when actually people of the 19th century were well educated for their time and sometimes very articulate about some things that are rarely mentioned anymore, such as the beautiful scenery, while some people nowadays do not seem to know when to keep their big fat mouths shut on other topics that are none of their concern because really nothing they say matters in the whole scheme of things. Many words, even an onslaught of Sknickerisms, will not make you one inch taller. It just makes us weary of your constant grandstanding.

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Yes, it was a bit awkward for us the last two years in El Salvador, having to work alongside those dreary Southern corn dogs, the Lampps and the Kinseys. It is only sheer coincidence that we now live in the same state as they do, but I never really liked them. They were sent by the church so of course we had to welcome them, but they were always so weird, always so actively campaigning for the failed Confederacy, sharing in common with the Chinese their Rising Sun complex, as if singleness automatically qualifies a woman as a Union sympathizer. Ummm. Well, reality is more complicated than that. And why did God take their life's blood so soon? Not long after arriving, Mr. Lamp drowned at the beach. And they immediately sought to blame us, gratuitously or not, for various reasons. As if we were somehow responsible for what God did to snuff out the incipient Confederacy of Central America. All of their cat-calling cannot change the reality of what God did in taking Mr. Lampp out of the picture. Sorry, but it was more complicated than that. I think that God understands more than you know.

Which Reminds Me

The father of my great-grandmother was possibly French Canadian, although nothing is known of him, just that he died in 1895. The mother of my great-grandmother died when she was a small child and he later remarried and had another daughter named Esther. My grandmother is also named Esther but my grandmother is not the other Esther of whom nothing is known, just that she existed. Someone was talking about the other Esther but I have no clue what they are talking about. I only know of my own grandmother, Esther.

Which Reminds Me

Yes, because one of our distant cousins did marry a Puerto Rican man, that does not mean that some other one of us must be required to round out the racial picture with marriage to some "gay" Cuban, whatever that means, so notoriously hostile to white woman as we all know. Who drummed up this stupid joke on me? I really wish that someone would kick it back to them because I was not even consulted in the first place and it is not my problem. Personally, I think that they should be required to drink their own stupid potions.