Massachusetts’ Brooksby Village Featured in Globe Magazine
My mother-in-law had been telling me about the Globe reporter snooping around her retirement village known as Brooksby Village located in Peabody, Mass. Mine own fine husband hails from Peabody.
My suspicious antennae went up as the Globe is notoriously liberal.
“Are you sure it won’t be a hit piece?” I asked, concerned that this reporter was talking to everyone and taking lots of pictures.
“He seems really sincere,” my mother-in-law responded.
Indeed MIL quite enjoys her retirement years in Brooksby Village. It is, as described in the Globe article, a fine place, designed for the elderly that they are fed, entertained and generally happy in their twilight years.
The article was, in fact, even-handed. Which is not to say the blemishes of such a living situation are not pointed out. Along with the benefits as fair-handed reporting would have it.
I’ve copied a pic of the article, with my mother-in-law indicated by an arrow. She’ll have a cow. But hey, it’s the Internet. It’s my Blog. And yon fine readers might enjoy the perspective of the article.
Warning: Brooksby Village is not for the poor. If Social Security’s all you got, forget about it.
Globe article on Brooksby Village HERE
For Kaitlyn Mae
For who knows what her history books will say?
Just for perspective, came upon this compilation of Clinton era crimes/investigations and indictments.
Emphasize here, this is NOT speculation or wishful thinking. All of the below is documented.
Remember this when you hear the Lamestream yelp about that one pathetic lone indictment of Scooter Libby. For telling the damn truth!
Rumsfeld and the Avian Flu
First, my daughter thought it was THERAflu that might help block the avian flu. Record set straight, it is Tamiflu and you can’t buy it at Happy Harry’s.
The Rumsfeld connection, I dunno. Just interesting.
The drug company that created Tamiflu - being touted as the only effective weapon against the spread of avian flu - has a little-publicized link to the Bush administration: Donald Rumsfeld was the company's chairman.
Rumsfeld served as head of Gilead Sciences, Inc., from 1997 until he became Bush's secretary of defense in 2001.
Gilead licensed the drug to Roche for marketing, and Roche announced Tamiflu's first approval in 1999.
Now Tamiflu has been designated as the best drug available that can purportedly slow the spread of avian flu if it evolves the ability to readily jump between humans, and hundreds of millions of doses have been ordered around the world.
Sales of Tamiflu are reportedly projected to reach $1.1 billion next year.
California Moonbats Plan Ghoulish Veteran’s Day Ceremony
For California Moonbats interested in attending. Don’t forget…Maxine Waters will be speaking and reading names of the dead heros.
They make me ill.
Friday Nov 11
7:00 AM — Arlington West, the Iraq War memorial consisting of 2,000 crosses, (interspersed with crescents, and stars of David), will be set up at Santa Monica Beach in front of the main parking lot by the pier (and will remain displayed for three full days.)
11:00 AM Flag draped coffins representing the number of soldiers killed in the past week will be ceremonially installed & displayed at the front of the memorial.
1:00 PM — Reading of the names of the soldiers killed will start and continuing at the beginning of every hour for the remainder of the afternoon. A gong will sound with the reading and passing of each name.
After several pages of names are read, Lance Corporal Jeff Key will play taps on the bugle. He will wear his dress marine blues and white gloves.
2:00 PM Maxine Waters is invited to speak and read names.
2:15 PM Santa Monica City Council members are invited to speak and read names. A gong will sound with the reading of each name.
3:00 PM — The Aztec dancers are invited to perform a dance in honor of Veterans Day and the Iraq War Memorial.
Before dusk — a candle light vigil will begin. One thousand candles will illuminate a field of two thousand crosses and continue burning through the night.
At dusk, Lance Corporal Jeff Key will play taps for the memorial.
After dark a film projection of Bruce Royer’s film, A Line in the Sand, will screen outdoors on the wall of the pier next to the memorial.
More Miscellany posts HERE
The Glory of the Indoor Plants
They've been pruned and cleaned, tucked and shined. In all their glory, after a summer outdoors, the plants come in that a frost does not do them in.
There was, of course, that matter of the mouse living in the ivy. More on this later.
Above, for picture one, we have a collection of what had been itty-bitty plants that positively flourished with the summer sun. This collection includes a Chinese ivy and frankly I'm not sure what that colorful plant is. I think it's called a Croatan but I'm too lazy to look it up. She's a beaut though.
Number two, well I don't know what these are either. Quite a few of these plants have been grown from the living planter sent to us by husband's former employer, Sears, at the death of his father. Which has been since the mid-90's so these plants have quite a few year's growth in them. I call number two "elephant ears" and they are pretty, huh?
Number three is the ubiquitous Ficus tree. Which likes the sun and indeed, will be placed in the sunniest spot in the house. They drop their leaves like the dickens when moved from sun to no-sun.
Four is the ivy plant. Which looks a bit messy in the picture as all the drooping vines were placed on top for ease of transport. When set atop a high table with the vines allowed to drop down gracefully, it's a beautiful plant. THIS is the plant in which the mouse made his happening little home.
I got suspicious immediately when the cats all began to congregate around the plants the day they were brought inside. So okay, the cats think bringing in the plants to be a big deal for such as chewing, in the case of the ivy, the cats were showing an inordinate interest. I knew it was the mouse.
For this ivy plant lived a fine summer life on our front porch and at various times both dogs would show a strong interest in the plant. One day as I sat and listened to the water fountain, I noticed a mouse running across the resin border curving around my front porch garden. I pondered if this mouse, damn him, wasn't living in one of my plants.
And why not? The thing lives under a protective cover of ivy leaves. It is out of the elements what with being under cover on the front porch. It can get water anytime from the front garden fountain which runs endlessly from its electrical power. With but a quick trip out back to the deck, it has all the bird seed it wants.
Were I a mouse I'd do the same thing.
And I had to go and bring the thing inside. Although I did shake and kick the planter to, or so I thought, dislodge any errant rodents inside.
That night, five cats crouched down around the planter, their tails waving sinuously. I knew something was up.
The next day, husband goes to give the dogs their evening snack, a concoction of leftovers and a Milk bone they get just before their bedtime. I cover their snacks with pot lids. Husband lifts up the pot lid and boom. Well he doesn't exactly scream but he sure did jump.
"There's a mouse in the dogs' food," he shouts to me.
I am terrified of mice. There's a reason. We won't go there. But had I lifted that pot lid I would have went right through the roof like a rocket, head first. Husband wanted me to do something. I was paralyzed. The mouse ran off somewhere on the kitchen counter.
Which did, of course, make things work. "Get me something," husband shouts. I have no idea what he wants me to get and besides, like I say, I was paralyzed with fear. It's why I have so many cats. I choose to live my life without rodents thank you.
Husband then shouts and grabs a pot lid and evidently is chasing some rodent all around the kitchen counter. I'm thinking if he catches that thing I'm out of here. By me I'd have left the mouse alone and let the cats deal with it.
Although the little thing did manage to make it through one night with five cats all stalking about. It was probably desperate when it tried to make the move to the dogs' treat dishes. Trust me, mice in our abode are rare but hey, it happens. It doesn't take long for the cats to catch wind. Soon enough a mouse must drink and a mouse must eat. Just as soon as it comes out, the cats follow their natural instincts and mouse is history.
Only husband decides he wants to save the mouse from cat destruction, that man is not right. As for my assistance, he could forget it.
At some point the mouse made its way across the kitchen counter and back into his cherished ivy home. At which point the entire planter went back outside.
Where it still sits on the back deck. Whether the mouse is still inside we do not know. At some point husband will have to go snooping for the mouse and he better do it before the frost hits. That's fifteen years worth of ivy growth!
Above, number 5 is what I call the "low-light" plant. Number 6 is the Norfolk Island Pine, a specimen some twenty years old by now and almost as large as a real Christmas tree. Number seven is another montage of plants, to include snake plants now almost five feet tall, some bamboo and more Chinese ivy.
Number 8 is the rubber plant, also almost twenty years old.
Number 9 is the Christmas cactus and it's beginning its bloom. Around here we call it the Thanksgiving cactus as that is when it blooms. Number 10 shows a few of its buds up close.
Except for the ivy they are all ensconced in their winter spots. They don't grown as much in the winter but they do grow.
They give me cherished green when the winter world is grey.
More Gardens and Bird posts HERE
A guy found a penguin and showed him to a policeman.
The policeman said, "Take that penguin to the zoo, now."
Next day the policeman sees the man with the penguin again.
The policeman stops the guy and says, "I told you yesterday to take the penguin to the Zoo, what on earth are you doing with the penguin in your truck again?"
The guy says, "What is there to do? Yesterday I took him
to the zoo and today I'm taking him to the movies."
Once upon a time, there were two skunks named In and Out. When In was in, Out was out and when In was out, Out was in. One day, when Out was in and In was out, the mother skunk asked Out to find In and bring In in. So... he looked around the forest, found In, and brought In in. The mother skunk asked, "How did you find In so quickly?"
And he said, "In Stinks."
More Fish Giggles HERE