Update about blog

Sunset Nov 4, 2026. Durango CO

Sunday, November 8, 2026

Diwali

 Diwali 2026 falls on Sunday, 8 November 2026. That is the main day — Lakshmi Puja — and the full five-day festival runs from Friday 6 November (Dhanteras) to Tuesday 10 November (Bhai Dooj). Diwali's date changes each year because the festival follows the Hindu lunar calendar: Lakshmi Puja falls on the new moon (Amavasya) of the month of Kartika, which usually lands in October or November.


Hindu festival of lights! And new year!






It's all about the light! Keep that in mind until Winter Solstice comes in December. Until then, just keep on having whatever inner light you can share, as well as some artificial flames too!

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Saturday, November 7, 2026

Waaay Back Machine - City streets 100 years ago


Asheville NC, Spring of 1916


Black Mountain NC, no date


Oops. No date.

The following photo is a bit older than 100 years, showing streets before automotive traffic.


Longacre Square; Broadway and 42nd Street in 1900 - 2.5 million tons of horse manure from all those horses daily, this became Times Square


Streets of Southern California in the 1920s


1926 Miami FL

 Sepia Saturday gives a hint of busy streets. 

(You know I like digging through old photos of mine and the internet, to post on this theme each week. I hope some of those who enjoy sharing the arts and lives of yesteryear will join us!)



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I dwell in Possibility.

EMILY DICKINSON


Friday, November 6, 2026

If you can't read that...

  

Go to the eye doctor...and pretty photo with illegible description!


At another eye doctor’s.  This one a real doctor, M.D.  He gave me new instructions to deal with the 2 tiny chalazions on my lower eyelid. Three new things to do, among which are back to warm compresses. I have to go to drug store to get gel drops to take before sleep when the CPAP leaves me with dry eyes, and some sterile eye cleansing pads! Glad his assistant wrote them down for me. And even more glad that he doesn’t see a need to do surgical treatment at this point. Come back in 6 weeks.

As to why I've had fuzzy or blurred vision that resolved, apparently both the optometrist and ophthalmologist haven't an answer...with the standby answer of "aging."

Waiting for dilation at eye doc. Yes, I need my hair styled! But hey, other parts of the body seem more important these days!

Geese, getting old ain’t for the (what?) I think weary…though I feel quite that way as I left his office and drove to the Pulmonary Rehab. There I squeaked in a bit late,  with my eyes still dilated! Education class was on food that day, and I was quite interested, since I was on a plant based diet after my heart attack in 2020, but now eat more chicken and fish, and occasional pork. I really need to put more veggies into my diet (message to myself!) The Pulm Therapist says the Mediterranean diet is promoted for heart healthy diet still.

Then I did arm exercises and skipped using weights or my right arm, still babying the stitches on my shoulder from the skin surgery a week ago. Tomorrow (written Wed) I get stitches out. Friday I’ll be back at rehab again. But will slowly work on being able to use the right arm. The therapist gave me a good way to do that, by walking my fingers up a wall slowly, going as far as feels good. He was quite encouraging of my stopping doing things which gave me trouble.

So I switched from one machine to another when my knees were bothering me. And I quit when I felt tired.

At least I did get 15 minutes of treadmill walking in. That wore me out! 

And I continue on lower oxygen this week, which has tested to be adequate with the little finger device. That means (in my mind) that I am becoming more acclimated to the altitude here and may be able to be off of it in a short while. I tried one whole morning without, and then noticed feeling a bit mentally challenged (you can laugh here!)

A quick run through McD’s for an apple pie and diet Dr. Pepper, then home through some rather heavy traffic, a bit of a surprise at 3:30. 

So that is how I spent the day after the election!

So glad that’s over! The politics. What a waste of money.

I am grateful this week that I was able to get next year's Medicare Advantage plan chosen, though it still will leave me with gaps in coverage which I'll have to scrounge to pay for things myself. There's always something in dealing with insurance.

If I sound a bit narcissistic with all my doctors and physical therapies, sorry. But if you don't have your health (as they say) how can you do anything?

I live around seniors who are wheelchair bound still living independently. I've gotten used to being grateful to be able to walk still, and have patience with these folks (some younger than myself) when their limited lives mean they are going slower getting places. 

We are all just walking each other home, as Ram Dass said.


Still decorated at eye doc on Nov 4th!





Thursday, November 5, 2026

The first comic strip

Richard Outcault (January 14, 1863 – September 25, 1928) has a print that used to hang on my wall. It was on my father's wall all the life I knew him. But it had probably been on Great Uncle Chauncey's wall before that. 

It was of some dogs with pedigrees laughing at a country dog in a straw hat. It was signed by Richard with a note to Chauncey G. Sweet, (my grandmother's uncle.) Chauncey (05 Feb 1865 - 19 Feb 1947) had worked in a bank in Galveston TX. Richard was working in advertising in Chicago at the time he penned the dog print. I have no idea how they met and seemed to become friends. 

I had to do some research to learn who Outcault was. And why my father had liked having the print...I always thought it had to do with the "underdog." Or maybe it just reminded my father of a little dog he had as a kid. My father did read the paper daily as I was growing up (remember no TV until I was a teen!) 

Before being able to read, I learned how wonderful the comics were by my father reading them to me, and have read them faithfully as much as I could...even as they transferred from print to digital publication.

I enjoyed reading the following article on The Writer's Almanac, published Oct. 24, 2015, by Garrison Keillor of Prairie Home Companion fame. I've already posted about the dog print before.


It was on this day in 1897 that the first comic strip appeared in a newspaper. The strip, created by Richard Outcault, was published under different names but usually known by the name of its main character, the Yellow Kid. The Yellow Kid started appearing in single-panel cartoons in 1896, but on this day, it was first published as a multipaneled comic strip, titled “The Yellow Kid Takes a Hand at Golf.” Six panels showed the Yellow Kid’s mixed success at attempting to hit a golf ball. At the beginning he declares, “I am playing dis game an I don’t want no fresh mug te gimme any tips see,” and then he proceeds to knock out several bystanders with his golf club.

The Yellow Kid was a buck-toothed, big-eared Irish street urchin who always wore a bright yellow nightshirt. His head was bald, suggesting it had been recently shaved to get rid of lice. Outcault said: “The Yellow Kid was not an individual but a type. When I used to go about the slums on newspaper assignments, I would encounter him often, wandering out of doorways or sitting down on dirty doorsteps. I always loved the Kid. He had a sweet character and a sunny disposition.”

The Yellow Kid spoke in slum dialect, and his thoughts were printed on his shirt to communicate with the audience. The comics told little stories about the Yellow Kid and his fellow immigrant street kids in the fictional Hogan’s Alley, usually contrasting their lives with those of New York’s high society. There were comics with names like “The Horse Show as Reproduced at Shantytown” or “Golf — The Great Society Sport as Played in Hogan’s Alley.”

The Yellow Kid was originally published as Hogan’s Alley in Joseph Pulitzer’s New York World. The first few comics were printed in black and white, but when the newspaper wanted a place to test its new quick-drying, bright yellow ink, the kid’s nightshirt was the perfect spot, and before long he was the Yellow Kid. The Yellow Kid was such a hit that he quickly became a merchandising jackpot — his image appeared on all sorts of products, including cigarettes, matchbooks, fans, cracker tins, toys, chewing gum cards, and whiskey. The ambitious young newspaper mogul William Randolph Hearst knew that full-color comics would be key to the success of his paper, the New York Journal, since many of his readers were immigrants who first encountered English through comics. And when he realized how popular the Yellow Kid was, Hearst lured Outcault away from Pulitzer by offering him a huge salary. Pulitzer was furious, and his New York World continued to publish Yellow Kid comics drawn by someone else, but they weren’t as popular. The comics section of Hearst’s Journal quickly became the most popular and most profitable section of the newspaper.

The Yellow Kid was even indirectly responsible for the term “yellow journalism,” which was used to describe the sensationalist reporting of the New York Journal and the New York World. Reporter Ervin Wardman was highly critical of Hearst and Pulitzer, and their willingness to print anything in their papers if they thought it would sell more copies. Wardman was the editor of a small paper, which he used to criticize what he called “the new journalism,” and then “the nude journalism.” Neither of these terms caught on with the general public. But in 1897, he hit on the phrase “yellow-kid journalism” to mock the importance of the Yellow Kid to these papers, and soon shortened it to “yellow journalism.” Yellow journalism reached its peak during the Spanish-American War in Cuba; when one of Hearst’s reporters contacted him to complain that not much was happening in Cuba, Hearst famously sent a cable back: “Please remain. You furnish the pictures and I’ll furnish the war.” By May of 1898, Hearst had happily embraced the term “yellow journalism,” declaring, “The sun in heaven is yellow — the sun which is to this earth what the Journal is to American journalism.”


See you in the funny papers!

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