News From Mississippi

Hi teal: I don't like change and rue every familiar business that
folds and yearn for things to stay the same. Oh well! Your tale of
the martini drinking acquaintance reminds me of how hard it is to put
up with an alcoholic--shudder..

Hi teal; just politics as usual--probably supporters of Obama and/or
McCain
trying to dig up dirt where they can. Hillary is a tough cookie--and very smart. She's got my vote. And talk about pillow politics--Regan had incipient Alzheimer's during his last years, and Nancy was probably advising him a lot.

Hi teal; I enjoyed this blog so so much, and envy your acquaintance
with Clarke. What a photo! He looks so austere. You look so cute--
cute as a button--Holly Golightly Audrey Hepburn cute! I wonder if
Clarke was gay? And I've often wondered why he moved off to Sri Lanka
of all places. Just sorry he's gone now; one of the greats of the
sci-fi community.

Pecan, one thing I have come to realize just from decades of
living, is that there is a fine line between what is seen as
"sanity" and insanity. And there are some sadistic sob's in the
medical field--(I always think of Nurse Ratched) and there are a lot
of bored, only working for a paycheck, people working in institutions.
Yet there are some who do care and have the patient's best interest
at heart. PS Did you ever see the movie "The Snake Pit? susil

Pecan, I'm a registered nurse who took her psych training in the early 60's at the
Florida State Mental Hospital at Tallahassee (where I've heard
Ken Kesey based his "One Flew Over The Cuckoo's Nest" novel.) It
was barbaric, dark ages, medieval stuff--Thorazine was the drug of
choice for almost every patient back then. It kept the patient's
zombie-fied, but there were very few ways to handle mental illness
then--the age of modern psychotrophic drugs weren't on the market.
We students assisted in shock treatments. Thank God by this time
lobotomies weren't being done anymore-not to my knowledge. The
months spent there are burned in my brain.

Hi Jeri; well, 25 years ago I lost a key ring full of keys
on the front lawn of my house in San Antonio.
I got down on hands and knees and searched every square inch
of the yard from the curb all the way to the front door and
never found them. Those keys simply disappeared--some fourth
dimension sucked them up is all I can figure--but after all
this time I'm still puzzled about where those keys went.
and searched every square inch of the yard

Two of your commenters hit the nail on the head "ball too small, hole not big enough."

I'm no wine snob--Boone's farm and Mogen David taste good to me

Don't know a thing about basketball, just dropped by to say Hi, I found
you, and keep it up. Well, keep going, you know what i mean, haha susil

Hi Fredo!! It's skyeblue, I finally got on mybloggers and looked you up! My name on mybloggers is "susil" and I managed to get a photo posted for my avatar of roses I grew last year! Be seeing you.