Disability training required!

Firstly, a quick reminder for the newer folk around here, and numbers do seem to have exploded viewing this, so…I’m on holiday now, in Seattle. What this means for those lucky people who know to read both blogs, there’s no point, they just get copy and paste treatment, as most would want to know the same things, and besides, I dont have the time to write 2! So… Yes, I know, its been a while, but more on that in a moment!

Strictly, the holiday made an early start on Thursday, as I went into Am Dram mode again in Cookridge, with a couple of work friends. I would spend time praising the performance to the hilt, and telling you to go see it, but there were only 3 shows, its finished by now, but…It was really good, I must say, as was the meal before that, both the food, and the company.

I was going to post something on Friday re the reduction of stakes on the ghastly machines in betting shops nowadays, from £100, to £2, but firstly I ran out of time, having my hair done (shock horror, I’m not a natural blonde!), and then packing to come here. So it never happened. Mind, as the reduction wont kick in until 2020, I shall probably be rude about the betting industry before then!

Yesterday was just a typical US Travel day in so many ways, that I’ll only pass on the interesting details. Yes, Manchester Airport redeemed themselves this time, though they get one more chance to mess up yet. As does Seattle, where a lovely young lady not only helped me through, and got my baggage for me, she actually ran me over to where the hotel courtesy shuttles pick up, and I’m sure thats not in their job description. But the middle one… No, it wasnt bad, just the opposite in fact, really good service, but…

Every other airport I’ve seen in the US (even before I needed this ‘old crock’ service) has either had a separate line for wheelchair passengers, or mingled them into the crew column, or a mix of both. Ah, but this is Vegas, so…Its not the biggest International sector, I suspect it doesnt need it. So there is a crew column, but access passengers…no! Seems we, regardless of nationality go into the US there, in the US citizen queue. So yes, lol, dont tell Trump, but I’m a US citizen, of sorts! Not really, but yes, it was amusing.

Today has been relatively quiet, as I gave the body chance to recover in advance with planning. In truth, with the warmth here, less needed, but anyway… Just to say, for those who care, I now have an active US cell phone again, until next Sunday, so if you wish to talk, for any reason, just ask for number. If I dont know you of sorts, tell me why you want to talk to me, OK? Not saying I wont give it, but just curious, thats all. Only works for 8 days anyway!

OK, there has to be a down point, doesnt there? Yes, there is one, though hopefully the Mariners will sort it out, they have been emailed already. The game was great, the only snag being that the seat was up more than a few stairs, which didnt help, but I got there eventually, with only minimal soreness. No reason they should have known, I’m not obviously disabled (brace is under top/skirt, and fact not mentioned), so how would the poor guy picking my seat know? I did come down after 7.5 innings, I needed to go ‘somewhere’, and never went back up. Actually found a more comfortable seat for the other 3.5 innings, as it went to overtime. Then, after Seattle had won…

Given I was sore, and given there was a sign for a disabled elevator nearby, I decided to use that to get downstairs, rather than struggling down a large number of stairs, in a large crowd of people. Unfortunately, the lady in the elevator had either failed her disability training, had never been given any, or just didnt think it applied to anyone in less than a wheelchair! So when I, and another lady who said she had walking difficulties got into the lift, she bluntly told us that the lift wasnt meant for ‘people like you’, and pointing at a couple of mothers, with buggies behind us, said, “Its meant for them!”. I have no objection to them using it, but it does say its a disability elevator, so… Complaint email has been sent to the Mariners accordingly! Do I expect anything more than platitudes from them? Probably not! But put it this way, not that they will care, but I had planned a second game at some point Friday, or Saturday, but certainly wont be bothering now! I know, whats 1 customer to them, but all the same…

Fine, video time. I couldnt think of a song that really fitted in with all this, so just made a random choice of an under rated Soft Cell song.

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Respectable clothing at 60?

Recently on Amazon, I saw a silk skirt that was described as long length, 20’s style, in silver. Fine, for me, that ticks all boxes, lets face it. And on receipt, I have to agree with everything but one tiny matter, the length! Maybe knee length (barely) was long for those daring young Flapper Girls in the 1920’s, but for me, at 60, when I see long length, I’m expecting at least calf, if not ankle, but anyway… Yes, as you’ve gathered, this long length skirt just about covers my knees when I’m standing up, and struggles to do so when sat down!

No, I’m not sending it back, as I say, its gorgeous, and a young cheerleader, or even a young Flapper would love it. But me, at 60, where it out, doing the flapper look, absolutely no chance! My legs may well be better than I believe they are (several have told me they are), but my knees arent a pretty sight due to surgical issues, so something this short, in public, no chance!

But what I was wondering, is what length do people regard as respectable for a woman of my age? Is flashing my knees, as a Flapper would, fine, or just the biggest no-no of all time? But what is OK? Just below the knee? Calf length? Ankle length? Is it just me being too modest, or am I wise not to wish like mutton dressed as lamb?

Before you ask, yes, I do wear dresses out that show some leg, from time to time. But I do make sure they’re safely below the knee, but now I’m wondering, is that just because I’m aware of the state of my knees, or is it just because I dont think its suitable for a 60 year old to wear? If anyone wants to advise before I pack for Seattle, feel free! Funnily enough, last year, I bought a dress on line that claimed to be calf length, but again, barely covered my knees, so never worn since. Yes, its pink, yes its gorgeously flapper, but for a woman of my age, wearing it out, my view is no!

But should it be that way?

Mind, thats not the only style of dress I love that i’m not brave enough to wear now. Lets ignore my crazy ‘leather’ skirt purchases, they are too short to wear out, but fine, I picked them up for virtually nothing, and they were fun to wear indoors once, but probably never again. But my leather trousers, should I really be avoiding them, just because of my age…?

And no, much though the idea of wearing latex clothing, especially a catsuit, might appeal to me, in my eyes, there is no way that a 60 year old should ever wear anything like that, so now I guess I never will. But is that the right attitude?

To be fair, there is one dear friend (Yes, Adriana, I mean you), who would happily convince me to dress up showgirl style, a la Clara Johnson without any thought whatsoever. And fine, maybe she’s right? Oh, and agreed, if I was talked into it, and no one else beyond close friends saw, I agree, it would be fun. But I can see her wanting me to go out, in showgirl mode, and have fun for an evening, but…is it the done thing?

So tell me, should I lighten up, and flash my knees (and maybe some body?), come what may, and just enjoy it, or am I wise keeping it at least relatively modest in look? What do you see as apt for a 60 year old? And no, as much as I would love to wear a Burqua just once, for the experience (and Muslim support), I hope you dont want me to go quite that far in cover up lol!

Right, video time. Being honest, these outfits are about as revealing as many that Clara had to wear, but these were seen on TV when children would have been watching! Oh those wild 70’s lol! But me, like Clara Johnson, dressed as a dancing queen, hmm?

Help me to remember

One of those moments that I blame for my fascination in brainwashing, was as a young child (well, pre-teen at least), was actually a comedy movie, one of the Carry On series, that will possibly mean nothing to my US readers, as it was a very British thing, a film called ‘Carry On Spying’. In one scene at least, the joke was that a very busty, blonde secret agent would have been brainwashed, only they couldnt find a brain to wash. Said blonde was an actress named Barbara Windsor, the butt of numerous jokes, for obvious reasons, in said series of films.

Well, given the strange, messed up kid that I was when young, it left me with a fascination of what it would be liked to really be brainwashed, and I guess it never went away. Then when a few years later, I saw Metropolis, and I was ‘ruined’ for normal life after that lol! In truth, I suspect the Cybermen, and others had already gripped my imagination, but those 2 things had big effects on me.

Sadly, its now come out that Barbara Windsor is being ‘brainwashed’, and not in a nice way, diagnosed with Alzheimers. So far in my life, I’ve been fortunate that no one I have been close to has suffered from it, but it must be awful, both for the person suffering, and their surrounding friends, and family. Who knows, maybe if I live long enough (and given my health issues, I have my doubts I’ll get that far), I’ll suffer with it too?

Oh fine, I’d love to be brainwashed with a nice sparking helmet, or even a non sparking helmet, wiping my mind, making me blank, and obedient, but this is a whole different matter. But yes, it makes you feel old when people you grew up watching on TV, and this happens to them.

Video time. Yes, I knew what I wanted, had no idea of the artist though, so thank goodness for search engines. I think its fair to say that Men In Black found their theme tune through this, though the connection is apt!

How long would you like to dream?

One of the known issues with long distance space travel, is the length of time its going to take to get anywhere. Currently the ETA for a flight to Mars is about 6 months, and beyond the Moon, thats about as close as we can get in terms of space travel. So anything further than that is going to take considerably longer to get to, and people are going to need to be able to sleep comfortably en route. Lets face it, those poor Moon Astronauts couldnt have got that comfortable in sleep terms, given the size of their craft, but clearly those craft in the future, heading for Mars, and who knows where beyond (in decades to come) need to be able to get plenty of sleep en route.

The thing is, of course that a lot of those brave colonists probably wont have a lot to do on the actual flight there, aboard the craft, because their mission will be post arrival, not for the journey there. So, just suppose, instead of being bored of just seeing space passing by for 6 months, they could sleep throughout most of the journey, and be fine on arrival, and hopefully raring to go. Well…?

https://futurism.com/a-real-life-hibernation-chamber-is-being-made-deep-space-travel/

I gather the theory has been used medically for a few days, but for this purpose, for some, we’re talking months, let alone days, or even weeks. Would I get in one of those pods, and ‘hibernate’ for a while, you bet I would. Might actually do my back some good, as I assume the lack of daily stresses on it could only be beneficial to it? But no, I have no desire to go to Mars, or anywhere else, at my age! My time might not be quite that nigh, but I havent got that many years left, so I’ll leave the crazy stuff to the younger ones, thanks.

But equally, if they ever asked for volunteers, here on Earth, to test the system out, I would jump at the chance to do so. Hey, I say I’m suffering from a lack of sleep at the moment, that could certainly solve the problem, for a fortnight or so, or maybe more. Of course I’d hate the use of electrical stimulation to keep me physically fit, not! But yes, as long as they dont forget me, and I dont only wake up in 2070, or something, I’d love to do it, but doubt I’ll get the chance, ah well…

Oh, and one other amusing piece of more fictional science stuff, I saw this on MSN this morning

https://www.msn.com/en-gb/entertainment/movies/downeys-original-iron-man-costume-is-stolen/ar-AAx2Vm9?li=BBoPWjQ&ocid=U352DHP

No, it wasnt me, though I would so love to wear something like that, I must say! That or the Metropolis robot would be my dream looks for a Convention, or something. But no, sorry, Robert, not me!

Fine, video time. A corny play on the whole hibernation thing. All I can say watching Andy McCluskey doing this, is think he’s about my age, and doing stuff like this, yes, I’m jealous. Amazingly fit, clearly!

We can still come through

You know how, in peoples eyes, that librarians are a dull bunch of people, who never do anything exciting in their lives, or anything? Well, maybe in this modern world, that is the way they carry on, though I doubt it. But in fictional stories set in the past, librarians can be pretty crazy people. Well, one can at least, some crazy lady named Lemma.

http://192.155.80.152/LemmaTheLibrarian/index.html

I will point out this isnt my normal short, one chapter story that I’m posting about here, this has just completed after Chapter 20, and some of those chapters are quite lengthy, so be warned before digging in, but Lemma, and her cohorts make for an entertaining crowd. Dull librarian, no, she isnt!

In truth, this story isnt just about Lemma, and the books she has to collect, for good reason, its about the sidekicks that surround her, especially one, a guy named Iason. Put it this way, he’s the one that ends up getting Lemma out of most of the scrapes, and holes she drops herself into, and without him, she would have been a mind controlled slave, or supper for a dragon a long time ago!

So why write about it now? Well, as far as the EMCSA is concerned at least, she’s come to the end of her tasks, and the end of the road. Strictly she has to get safely home yet, but seemingly thats only in ebook branding, and I barely have enough money to live life, and time for reading anything else, so not going to happen. Great shame, but such is life. Again, maybe another reason for not getting too involved? So what I would suggest, maybe pick a chapter, or 2 at random, hope you pick a good one (wont be hard), and have a good laugh at her misadventures.

So what can I say, Lemma, and the author, Midori Konton (not her real name, but anyway), other than thanks for the incredible, and sometimes insane journey, I’m going to miss you.

Video time, what Iason did so many times for Lemma, though at the end, maybe the roles were reversed? Oh for the guys, the relatively modern day chorines.

Taking my morning train

A fortnight today, the biggest shake up to rail timetables in the UK in a very long time is happening. I wont actually be here to see it, the only ‘trains’ I’ll be worrying about on that date will be the Seattle Light Rail, to get me to the baseball!

In a sense, I’m told, it offers a massive improvement in rail services, which would be nice, but in truth, given Trans Pennine Express’s inability to run a decent service now, how they are going to run an improved one, no idea!

In honesty, I hardly use the trains nowadays, generally just once a week, on a Saturday morning, as there are bigger gaps in the bus schedule early on a Saturday morning, compared to the weekdays, or indeed, later in the day on a Saturday. So the 7.50 train to Bradford served me quite nicely! Sadly, its only going to do it one more time! As from 26th May, or if you like 2nd June as will concern me, that train will leave at 8.09, no use whatsoever! There is a bus at 8.00 which will beat that easily, but make it a very tight squeeze to get to work for 9.00. Previous bus? 7.30, which would have me in work by 8.30, but would mean leaving here 20 minutes earlier, and its an early enough start as it is! So no, doesnt work as an improvement for me.

And funnily enough… I actually now have a return visit planned to Blackpool in June, and formerly, there was a train from Bradford (or Halifax) that went all the way to Blackpool North, without changing. No, I’m not yet that physically limited, but someone who will be ‘chaperoning’ me is, so the change at Preston will be a nuisance for him. No, he’s not really chaperoning me, but a train trip, a couple of nights away, and a day riding the trams, he’s not going to turn that down. Irony, the Sunday service coming back, still a direct train, something at least!

So yes, in theory, all these train travel benefits, and they do nothing but hamper my plans! Ah well…

Right, video time. A spot of live Monkees. Well, 3 of them at least, as its a 1996 performance.

We’re in the money!

No, seriously, I’m not, so if anyone has got a spare thousand, or two, I’d really appreciate it. But on a more serious note… Back to the 1930’s, and…Inspired by this article, handily linked by a lovely friend

http://filmsinreview.com/2010/09/24/the-gold-diggers-in-hollywood/2/

One reason I’ve noticed for numerous retirements among chorus line dancers, was the fact that after a couple of years (maybe more, maybe less?), they didnt get worn out by the non stop nature of their work, but they went off and got married. The thing thats significant about that fact, is that they werent tending to be marrying their boyhood sweetheart, or anyone like that, a large number of them got married to wealthy men, a number of whom seem to have been a ‘little bit more mature’ than their new young wives.

Of course, the burning question I’m wondering is whether these wealthy men were after a trophy, attractive wife, who had an element of fame, in the sense they’d probably seen them dancing in chorus lines in the movies, or did these young ladies, with their moment of fame, go searching for a wealthy husband, as the article suggests, going gold digging?

My suspicion would be there would be six of one, half dozen of the other, but it makes for an intriguing question, especially in the depression era. But were those men hooked by ladies looking for a comfortable life, or did those young girls get influenced by money being waved in front of their eyes? Hmm?

No, before you ask, from as much as I can tell, Clara Johnson was neither gold digging, or gold dug, for want of a better term, but given the limited info she gave up, and the fact that she might have been coy with details, who knows? 😉

But fine, I guess if I’m young, pretty and talented, and some slightly older man waves a lot of money in your face, to go off and be his wife, I might not have turned him down either!

Right, video time. If anyone hasnt guessed the song, I’m shocked. Its Ginger Rogers at her best, pre Astaire days. Some pig latin thrown in for good measure, and yes, a certain Miss Johnson is among the dancing chorus line here! Song actually starts at 1:02 if you want to jump straight to it.