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Monday, March 23, 2020
Corona virus
Well, we're smack dab in the middle of the Corona Pandemic right now across the country.
Every channel on TV has bad news for all of us, along with warnings regarding how to stay safe..
Those who are first responders or those who work in hospitals, dentists, clinic workers, are all at a great risk.
The poor clerks at the supermarket are trying their best to cope with all of the customers, one after the other, without any slow down.
I know that they are also being exposed to all types of people, with all types of germs.
Most churches are reaching their parishioners by using live video broadcasts so that we can all join together online to pray and hear scripture verses, even join in with singing songs.
It's a tough time, but we will get through it. I just hope it doesn't take too long.
Young people had to come home from college, and I feel badly for those who were all set to graduate this year. It will be a non-event, rather than the traditional celebration.
Those who have lost loved ones cannot even have large family gatherings during funerals.
The Corona virus has cut everything short and intruded into so many lives.
The news never lets up on TV and online with tips of what to do and how to stock up to get through a few weeks of staying home, only to go out to the grocery store.
The store employees are striving to get the job done, but a lot of shelves are empty, especially in the larger stores, such as WalMart.
I noticed that the expensive meats are still on the shelves, whereas the cheapest meats are being snatched up quickly. The same goes for the dairy aisle. The more expensive organic milk sits idly on the shelf.
After a couple of trips to my local markets I have come to the conclusion that everyone in New England lives on pasta and bottled spaghetti sauce, along with most types of bread. Another nearly empty aisle in the market is the soup aisle.
I have taken to grabbing a few things that I've never tried in my life, just because the choices were slim. Maybe this will open up a whole new way of trying new foods for me.
In any case, I must say that I have seen a lot of politeness in the stores, and people are respecting the requested 6 feet space away from other shoppers.
There is a togetherness happening, which is great, and we see it in all emergencies.
Although people are anxious, they are showing strangers and friends that they care and many are offering part of their stash of food and paper products, willingly.
Amid all of our prayers, I believe that we will quickly conquer this terrible virus, which has already harmed so many families and taken so many lives.
Lord, keep us all safe.
Every channel on TV has bad news for all of us, along with warnings regarding how to stay safe..
Those who are first responders or those who work in hospitals, dentists, clinic workers, are all at a great risk.
The poor clerks at the supermarket are trying their best to cope with all of the customers, one after the other, without any slow down.
I know that they are also being exposed to all types of people, with all types of germs.
Most churches are reaching their parishioners by using live video broadcasts so that we can all join together online to pray and hear scripture verses, even join in with singing songs.
It's a tough time, but we will get through it. I just hope it doesn't take too long.
Young people had to come home from college, and I feel badly for those who were all set to graduate this year. It will be a non-event, rather than the traditional celebration.
Those who have lost loved ones cannot even have large family gatherings during funerals.
The Corona virus has cut everything short and intruded into so many lives.
The news never lets up on TV and online with tips of what to do and how to stock up to get through a few weeks of staying home, only to go out to the grocery store.
The store employees are striving to get the job done, but a lot of shelves are empty, especially in the larger stores, such as WalMart.
I noticed that the expensive meats are still on the shelves, whereas the cheapest meats are being snatched up quickly. The same goes for the dairy aisle. The more expensive organic milk sits idly on the shelf.
After a couple of trips to my local markets I have come to the conclusion that everyone in New England lives on pasta and bottled spaghetti sauce, along with most types of bread. Another nearly empty aisle in the market is the soup aisle.
I have taken to grabbing a few things that I've never tried in my life, just because the choices were slim. Maybe this will open up a whole new way of trying new foods for me.
In any case, I must say that I have seen a lot of politeness in the stores, and people are respecting the requested 6 feet space away from other shoppers.
There is a togetherness happening, which is great, and we see it in all emergencies.
Although people are anxious, they are showing strangers and friends that they care and many are offering part of their stash of food and paper products, willingly.
Amid all of our prayers, I believe that we will quickly conquer this terrible virus, which has already harmed so many families and taken so many lives.
Lord, keep us all safe.
Monday, February 24, 2020
New Phone Hands-Free Law in Massachusetts
https://turnto10.com/news/local/hands-free-law-goes-into-effect-in-massachusetts?fbclid=IwAR00olOQBV6lp_JpCWWCvXcH03UeN69vuacNnJum-9cTcwRR39-Gx7FQWN8
Here is the link to my son, Sgt. Laliberte, being interviewed regarding the new law.
Here is the link to my son, Sgt. Laliberte, being interviewed regarding the new law.
Saturday, October 12, 2019
Walking away...
It's hard to say what the draw is for me about pictures showing people from the back. I've seen them, and taken them myself, as the person is sitting with their back to me, or caught walking away. I guess the plus is that they are not posing, and sometimes unaware that they are on camera.
But in particular, when it comes to children, there is something mystical about it...at least for me. I don't know how other people feel; no one has ever mentioned it to me.
One day I was visiting Plymouth, MA and saw a mother sitting on a bench with her two little kids, one on each side of her. I simply took their picture because it was so appealing. I didn't ask their permission, I just did it. It was charming and meant so much. I did ask the mother if she would like me to send her the picture I had just taken. She gave me her email address and I sent it to her, after which she thanked me via email.
In the above pictures, I see my grandsons not just walking, but walking away. Walking right into their future selves, happily strolling forward to lives unknown to us.
Maybe it's because I'm getting older (72) but I also see them in these pictures as walking away from me. Not away from my love, but physically walking away towards their future grown up selves, leaving me behind to feel the loss, but also the pride and thankfulness that overwhelms me as I watch them go.
Tuesday, July 23, 2019
From the way back machine at the Sun Chronicle newspaper, Attleboro, MA
It's what I used to do.
We typed up copy from the reporters and it would come out in this code. We had to memorize the alphabet in the code; because you had to be able to look back and read some of the tape if you thought you made a mistake, or got up for some reason, came back to your desk--you had to know where you left off. If you caught a mistake or felt like you hit the wrong key, you could find the word, and just blank out the mistake with all holes, then just continue on typing. We typed in a continuous stream, hitting indicators to mean bold face, or a new paragraph was beginning, etc..
We typed commands such as "quad left, return", or right, or center, to indicate where the lines should end up on the proof. We didn't relish sports columns, as we had to add certain spaces, such as an en or an em space here and there, to make sports columns of numbers line up correctly. Then we would wind up the tape, as in the top pic, and feed it through a "computer" the size of a refrigerator, and it would justify the lines, (spread out the words as evenly as possible, so that the width of the column remained even) then that justified tape would go to the linotype department. When fed through the linotype machines the letters, numbers, words would come out formed into the appropriate paragraphs, in hot lead. That's what would be used to print on paper.
No one remembers this procedure today, I'm sure. We would hit "shift" before a capital letter, then "unshift" immediately after that, and continue on.
At times the proofreader would be getting backed up a little and since we also learned the proofreading marks, indicating changes to be made, such as OSC (out, see copy, or take this word out, so that it matches the original copy), or underlining a letter three times, would mean to capitalize it, for instance. Little squiggles resembling an e in cursive would mean to remove a letter. The proofreader was an older lady, sort of the type you would cast in a movie as an old librarian. She had been doing her job for years and didn't want any help from us (20 somethings).
Occasionally, we'd head over to help her proof some copies, and she'd say "Oh no you don't, Girlie, I can do this myself." She didn't trust any of us; but she had to accept help, as we were sent over to help get things finished up. Lord knows we didn't really want to sit next to her for 15 or 20 minutes with her critical, glaring eye and her suspicions that we were just too young and inexperienced to do her job. lol.
But we did it; and she was always glad when we left after getting caught up, and we returned to our own department. Her name was Bea.
We typed up copy from the reporters and it would come out in this code. We had to memorize the alphabet in the code; because you had to be able to look back and read some of the tape if you thought you made a mistake, or got up for some reason, came back to your desk--you had to know where you left off. If you caught a mistake or felt like you hit the wrong key, you could find the word, and just blank out the mistake with all holes, then just continue on typing. We typed in a continuous stream, hitting indicators to mean bold face, or a new paragraph was beginning, etc..
We typed commands such as "quad left, return", or right, or center, to indicate where the lines should end up on the proof. We didn't relish sports columns, as we had to add certain spaces, such as an en or an em space here and there, to make sports columns of numbers line up correctly. Then we would wind up the tape, as in the top pic, and feed it through a "computer" the size of a refrigerator, and it would justify the lines, (spread out the words as evenly as possible, so that the width of the column remained even) then that justified tape would go to the linotype department. When fed through the linotype machines the letters, numbers, words would come out formed into the appropriate paragraphs, in hot lead. That's what would be used to print on paper.
No one remembers this procedure today, I'm sure. We would hit "shift" before a capital letter, then "unshift" immediately after that, and continue on.
At times the proofreader would be getting backed up a little and since we also learned the proofreading marks, indicating changes to be made, such as OSC (out, see copy, or take this word out, so that it matches the original copy), or underlining a letter three times, would mean to capitalize it, for instance. Little squiggles resembling an e in cursive would mean to remove a letter. The proofreader was an older lady, sort of the type you would cast in a movie as an old librarian. She had been doing her job for years and didn't want any help from us (20 somethings).
Occasionally, we'd head over to help her proof some copies, and she'd say "Oh no you don't, Girlie, I can do this myself." She didn't trust any of us; but she had to accept help, as we were sent over to help get things finished up. Lord knows we didn't really want to sit next to her for 15 or 20 minutes with her critical, glaring eye and her suspicions that we were just too young and inexperienced to do her job. lol.
But we did it; and she was always glad when we left after getting caught up, and we returned to our own department. Her name was Bea.
Wednesday, July 17, 2019
ORANGES!
I got out my handy-dandy Tupperware orange peeler and sat down with a
great-looking orange. I usually have a navel orange for breakfast,
maybe two. I love them, which is great, because my doctor gave me a
list of things to consider eating to improve my daily calcium
requirement.
I took the handy-dandy peeler, which is a long, slender plastic gadget which Tupperware has been giving out for decades. One end is flat and narrow, not really sharp; and the other end has that fabulous hook on it which sinks right into the thick peel of the orange and you can trace it down the length of the fruit, making neat lines. When you have finished, you can grasp a piece of the peel near one of the ends, and peel down, sometimes, almost a whole fourth of the peel.
Mostly, I end up ripping a lot of it free from the fruit with my fingers. I slice and think. I think about that sweet orange. I also think that I'd better not find any seeds this time. That is a big disappointment to me. So, I glide down the length of the fruit, just like drawing vertical paths from the North Pole to the South Pole.
Then, because I am a picky eater, I attempt to scrape off the ivory-colored residue which seems to cling to the fruit. I know it's not necessary...but that's my regular habit. While doing this morning routine, I felt that something was just "different". However, I continued on, waiting to taste that wonderful fruit. As a matter of fact, I am known for telling people that an orange is the perfect food! Yes, I really do think that. After all, it is something to eat, something to drink, nice juice, it comes in a handy container, and I like the color! What's not to like, right?
I peeled my orange, started to separate the segments and....and with great disappointment, ate a grapefruit.
I took the handy-dandy peeler, which is a long, slender plastic gadget which Tupperware has been giving out for decades. One end is flat and narrow, not really sharp; and the other end has that fabulous hook on it which sinks right into the thick peel of the orange and you can trace it down the length of the fruit, making neat lines. When you have finished, you can grasp a piece of the peel near one of the ends, and peel down, sometimes, almost a whole fourth of the peel.
Mostly, I end up ripping a lot of it free from the fruit with my fingers. I slice and think. I think about that sweet orange. I also think that I'd better not find any seeds this time. That is a big disappointment to me. So, I glide down the length of the fruit, just like drawing vertical paths from the North Pole to the South Pole.
Then, because I am a picky eater, I attempt to scrape off the ivory-colored residue which seems to cling to the fruit. I know it's not necessary...but that's my regular habit. While doing this morning routine, I felt that something was just "different". However, I continued on, waiting to taste that wonderful fruit. As a matter of fact, I am known for telling people that an orange is the perfect food! Yes, I really do think that. After all, it is something to eat, something to drink, nice juice, it comes in a handy container, and I like the color! What's not to like, right?
I peeled my orange, started to separate the segments and....and with great disappointment, ate a grapefruit.
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