Spare!

Weather in the Tries:
   Favorite Daughter has done her bit to convince the weather gods to send no more snow this winter—she bought a snow blower. And her Favorite Mother has done her bit to see to it we get no more ice—she bought a set of YakTrax. Of course, they aren’t here, yet. Looks like our lows for the next week are in the upper 30s except for a couple that will dip to freezing, but barely. And our highs are on schedule to be mid-to-upper 40s all week. A couple days with sun breaks, one with rain, and one day with sunshine!  We really do need the weatherman to come up from Tucson for a month or two and start giving us our sunshine back. This is the desert, y’know what I mean, Jelly Bean?? Sunshine, not clouds, not rain. Typical Seattle weather. But typical Seattle weather belongs on the Dark Side of the Cascades, not the Light Side where I live!!

Spare!
   There is a new book out, Spare. It took a few nanoseconds for the somewhat familiar face on the cover to register. I first thought it was about the little black dress. Well, I certainly no longer need a spare LBD in my closet. In the first place, I’m not so little anymore, in the second place, I don’t need any LBDs for my wardrobe as I’m retired. Now, a spare pair of dungarees… Then I thought maybe it was about tires. Now I do have a spare tire, it’s worn where I used to have a waist and is known as a love handle. I’d rather not have that spare, but… Then I recognized the face. And then the reviews started coming in.
   OMG, are we to be subject to another Narcissistic Victim whine and cry? It’s not his fault he came second instead of first, it’s not his fault he was born to privilege and feels guilt from everyone not born to his privilege, oh, oh, oh, woe is the Spare. 
   Harry, darlin’ if you want sympathy, it’s in the dictionary between stuff and syphilis. Before you bare your soul to the printed page, whining and crying about your heartaches and how you diss your family and they finally got to the point they’ve decided to be grown-ups and ignore you, don’t whine, cry, sob, etc. Go see a licensed therapist, preferably one in your home country who has an idea, no matter how far-fetched, of your family and personal woes. Watch the classic movie, Gone With the Wind one more time, and pay special attention to Rhett Butler’s signature line. Memorize it. In fact, here it is:
   “Frankly, my Spare, I don’t give a damn!” I do care that you hurt, but I’m not a psychiatrist; I can’t help you, the American public can’t help you, other than pour alms into your outstretched hands. I doubt the people of Britain can help you, either, beyond the adding of more alms in pay for your confession of being mere boy human, who perceives great wrongs by friends and family. You do hurt, but until you accept where you fit into the cause of the pain, you will always hurt. There is no magic pill, no panacea, only you can heal your wound.
   Or, if you prefer memes, here’s an oldy but goody: “Talking about our problems is our greatest addiction. Break the habit. Talk about your joys.” You do have joys, do you not? I’m quite positive that answer is a ‘yes’—expound upon those joys, Harry. Help Rhett change his saying to something like, ‘Frankly, my Spare, I’d love to hear more. Would you like a cuppa?’
   I just realized that Harry wrote the book with a ghost writer and the book is filled with inaccuracies and untruths. Apparently, the ghost writer was George Santos writing under one of his thousand and one pseudonyms.

Kitchen Hack:
   Out of cream or milk for coffee, hot or cold cereal? Have I got a hack for you! Use ice cream. Any flavor works, and if you’re fixing breakfast for the kidlets, they will love you forever, but don’t use the ice cream forever, just once in a while as a special treat. 

Photos of the Week:

The Boys Club has returned, of course I don’t know it’s the same group of drakes that hung around all summer, but… I was taking the second photo as they decided to go check out the hens at the other pond. Before I could get them in flight, they’d all flown off. You can see them starting to take off in this photo Especially the first one on the left and the top one on the right. They all took off basically as one. And they are noisy when they fly, sound like a helicopter warming up as they flap their little wings— whomp, whomp, whomp.
Know what this is? It’s the Rotisserie Chicken bin at Costco. THE CUPBOARD WAS BARE! Had to wait 10, maybe 15 minutes, before they emptied one of the rotisserie ovens. If you’ve never seen how they do it, it’s pretty nifty. Guy number one takes a stack of the black trays and deals them out on the big table, three rows until the table is filled. As soon as he’s got a few down, Guy number 2 starts bringing the spits over with three chickens each. As soon as Guy number one is finished with the black trays, he’s back at the beginning putting the tops on, and then putting them in the bin. In all my years of going to Costco, I have never seen the chicken bin empty. The gal next to me, also waiting, says it happens to her more often than not. The chicken is worth the wait. 

Entertainment:
Books Read:  If I finish it, I review it:  https://lenoragood.blogspot.com
   Still reading Meru by S.B. Divya. It’s a long book at 475 pages, and I’m about 50% through. It’s quite a read. The more I read, the more I like it! I’ve already pre-ordered the sequel, due out in 2024!

Movies & TV:
   Am now in Season 4 of Babylon 5. I remember watching it 20 years ago and loved it. But I had forgotten so much. I’m watching it all over again for the first time. I miss Kosh. One episode had a news cast with one of ‘These Days in History’ parts, and in 2018 the first part of the foundation for a Moon colony had been laid. OMG! We were such optimists way back when this was written.

Sammy Brave Dog Says:
   He’s mighty grateful the days are some warmer and as long as it isn’t raining (which belongs on the Dark Side) he hopes to start taking his human on some walks. At least around the complex. Maybe even some exploring of the other streets. After all,he says, I am a desert dog from Chihuahua!

4 thoughts on “Spare!

  1. Jon Howe

    I am still trying to figure out whether-or-not the royals bring public value to the Brits or not, especially since Charles wants a private home and seems determined to place the palaces on museum status where there will be no chance of seeing the Royal Standard flying much less an actual royal in any said palace. Tourism dollars brought by the royals could shrink since they are not in the public eye so much. Also, the royals don’t seem to be good people mostly because they really don’t seem to like being royals. If I were British I would say that is all well and good, remove them of royal status and take them off of the public payroll. But I am not British and it is not my tax money that pays for royals so my opinion doesn’t matter. I also have no plans to read “The Spare” so I won’t be donating to Spare either.

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  2. Mary Curry

    But Harry thinks he needs the money! After all, he quit his job as a royal and Grandma stopped the paychecks. Megan certainly doesn’t want to go back to work; in-law bashing is much easier and probably pays better.

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    1. Lenora Good Post author

      He probably does need the money. After all, with inflation, his 2M just isn’t what it was last year. I understand he still gets the pay from the Royal investments. Megan can get back to acting. Harry can get a job. Maybe he could impersonate Rhet? No, he looks more like an Ashleigh. /snort/

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