“To me, it is a joy that “no man knoweth what a day
may bring forth,” and that life is a journey from one discovery to another. It
makes of every day a real adventure; and if things are not to my liking today,
why, “There’s a whole day tomorrow that ain’t tetched yet,” as the old man
And yet another of the wit and wisdom sayings of Laura
Ingalls Wilder. How true is this statement? Should we wake up to unforeseen
problems that we didn’t expect, well, we should just go about attending to them
the best we can because no matter how tight we close our eyes, they will still
be there when we open them. Best to tackle them now and be away with them
because as was just recently mentioned “There’s a whole day tomorrow that ain’t
tetched yet!” Chances are that it will be better than today.
Lessons that can be learned from this passage is that
not every day is the same and as we all know – in life – there will be ‘ups and
downs’ and so, if today is a ‘down’ type day – best we can do is face it, do
what we can – and be done with it with the hope that tomorrow will be a better
We all have our own demons to deal with every day. It
is how we deal with them that will make tomorrow a better day. We can face them
and be done with them by day’s end, looking forward to a new start the next day,
or we can fuss and fume about them all
day, subsequently carrying over the negative vibes to the next day and spoil
whatever might have been waiting for us. There are reasons for the saying:
“Tomorrow will be a better day!” I prefer the former of the two actions.
I am going to go out on a limb with regards this post and change the way I write. They say you are to write what you know about but to be truthful – my career was in the insurance field when I was working but I have been retired too many years now to write about that so instead of doing something comical (My usual form) for this post – I will add a human touch to my writings.
Recently I had to go to the ER to get checked out for
some unknown symptoms that were bothering me. This post is not about me or the
results of that visit. To put everyone’s mind at ease, nothing serious was
found and I was sent on my way with some simple instructions to follow that
they thought might correct the situation. Enough said about that.
Even though I was supposed to be home resting, there
happened to be a “Fair” in town and seeing that I was not in any pain or unable
to do anything, we decided to attend the fair. A few hours of sunshine walking
around the fairgrounds taking in the different vendors and such might take my
mind off the matter. I am a ‘people watcher’ as I could sit in an airport or
somewhere that there are people coming and going and be quite content for hours
on end. Same holds true when visiting and walking through the fairgrounds. The
people one sees is amazing!
For instance, I seen an adult male in a wheelchair,
noticeably created just for this individual as it was motorized, had a speech
synthesizer, and well, let’s just say it was custom made so that this
individual could function despite whatever disabilities put him in the chair to
begin with. The gentleman was surrounded by family and/or friends and despite
his situation, he was smiling and apparently quite happy and content while engrossed
in a discussion with all of them.
Later I passed several individuals that were very over-weight.
One thought that crossed my mind was the amount of energy they must possess to
do the things most of us take for granted day in and day out. Most people would
look at an overweight person and say to themselves – why did they allow
themselves to get that way. I look at them and wonder what type of glandular
problem they might have and how hard it must be for them to do the things we do
day in and day out naturally without thought.
In walking we also passed a mother feeding her child
who was in a wheelchair. There were also elderly people strolling down the
midway, and I use the term – elderly – loosely because I myself am on
the upside of hitting age 79, individuals walking with canes, walkers, and so
forth enjoying a nice day at the fair. I might add, that in each of the instances
described above, everyone had smiles on their faces and were truly enjoying
Now, let me back up for a minute. In view of my recent
trip to the ER and the fact that they could not diagnose exactly what my
problem was, I got to thinking: “Hmmm, does this mean I will have to contend with
this queasy stomach feeling forever?” Which in turn caused me to remember something
I read recently from the “Wit and Wisdom” of Laura Ingalls Wilder and I quote:
“The man who had said the shield was white
found the side he was now looking at to be black, while the one who had
declared the shield was black found himself facing the white side, so each got
the other’s point of view and felt very foolish that they had fought over so
simple a thing. It makes a difference when you’re in the other fellow’s place.”
While the above quote apparently dealt with two individuals arguing about one thing or another, and it was only when they put themselves in the other’s shoes did they see the light, so to speak, point is, when we are thinking to ourselves, “Woe is me, I have it so bad,” we should stop for one moment and put ourselves in another’s shoes. I would venture to say that none of us would think our problems are true problems in light of what others must go through each and every day.
By my observations at the fair, my little bellyache, is child’s play in the overall scheme of things. With that I will enjoy my bland diet and get on with my day.
Stay afraid, but do it anyway. What’s important is the
action. You don’t have to wait to be confident. Just do it and eventually the
confidence will follow.” ― Carrie Fisher
The above is a quote I came across while trying to figure
out what I wanted to rant and rave about during this week’s post. I have been
coming up empty regarding ideas to write about as I usually have a boatload of comical
items to write about. But, with the negative news we continually read about and
all the crap our country is going through, it is hard to get, let alone stay,
in a comical mood. Enter the above quote which got me to thinking – something I
am constantly doing – “hey, go through the wild and crazy news articles you
read about each morning and find something wild and crazy to write about and
just go for it.” As Carrie Fisher says above: “Stay afraid, but do it anyway.”
With that thought in mind, I decided to look at some of the news articles being discussed today and lo and behold, I came across an article on Black Moon.
With that I decided to venture into another world and write a different type of post. Here goes:
One of the top news stories today is the fact that today,
July 31, 2019 we will experience what is known as a Black Moon. So what is a
Black Moon? Well we have heard of blood moon, full moon, quarter moon, maybe
even a blue moon but how many of us have heard about a black moon?
According to what I have read, this phenomenon known as a “Black
Moon” will be occurring again this evening in North America. The last time anyone
recalled a “Black Moon” was in 2016. Now this phenomenon will only be seen in
North America this evening. Sorry other parts of the world, you will have to
wait until August 30 to catch your glimpse of a Black Moon.
But, here’s the thing, what does this even mean to us lowly humans.
Is it important? First thing we need to learn is – “what in the world is a
Supposedly a black moon is – are you ready for this – the second
new moon of the month – yes, I said second new moon of the month, a rarity in
and of itself. Let me provide a few more details but believe me when I say, I
am definitely not an expert in this field. A black moon is similar to a Leap
Year. As we know, a lunar cycle takes about 29 days to complete. Easy – right?
Not true! Our months as we know are slightly longer with some being 30 days and
others being 31. How does that old saying go when we wanted to remember which
ones had 30 days and which had 31 days:
30 days has September, April, June, and
All the rest have 31 except February
which has 28
So, using the theory
mentioned above, sometimes, about every 32 months, we experience two full moons
or as they have been referred to: New Moons. Taking it one step further,
the second full moon in a month is called a blue moon while the second new moon
is called a black moon.
Now remember my little diddy about remembering which months
had 30 days versus those that had 31 days. Well, guess which month has no new moons? If you
guessed February, you would be correct because there are no new moons in
February because of its few days (remember there are only 28 days in February except
for the Leap Year which has 29 days). Supposedly this is less common than the
other type of black moon and only occurs about once a decade.
Now before you set your alarm clock to go out tonight and see the black moon, let me burst your bubble ahead of time. Chances are that you will not see anything because, well, a black moon is nothing other than a new moon. So, what’s the big fuss about – well it is the second new moon of the month. This new moon will probably blend in with the sky so well, you may not even see the moon. And that is a shame too because it is also supposed to be a supermoon which means that the moon will appear bigger than usual. Why, because it is closer to the Earth but again I mention, seeing that it’s a new moon, you still won’t be able to really see it.
And therein lies your science lesson for today or consider it a lesson in Selenology (in Greek, our moon is named “Selene,” as is the moon goddess of ancient Greek mythology. The English word “selenology,” or the study of the moon’s geology, derives from it). Hopefully I will be able to come up with something more comical to write about next week.
But, at least it wasn’t all bad news. Not comical, but not tragic either.
Did you ever dread the day when someone
would stop and ask what life was like back in our day – you know the time frame
I am referring to but they don’t actually come out and say it – “back in the
Dark Ages of your childhood!” One would
think that we didn’t have air, dirt, and water back then and that we had to
fend off dinosaurs and pterodactyls – you know those prehistoric flying
animals. In reality some might say that pterodactyls never actually existed. But
that is not the subject of my rambling today.
Some might think that being individuals
born in the 40s, we should all be gone by now, and seeing that we are not, we
should be marveling at some of our modern wonders – you know what I am talking
about – driverless cars, machines that clean our houses for us without our even
asking it to (just by programming it ahead of time), and being able to see and
talk to people with our watch – anyone remember the imaginary policeman’s
fictional gizmo, the two-way wrist radio in 1946 worn by none other than Dick
Is it any wonder why we might refer to
those younger than us as young whippersnappers because they cannot remember
much of the things that happened in our day!
You know the days I am talking about.
I am talking about when I used to wear
high-top sneakers and doing so was not considered cool. Especially when one had
to wear them to the school dance with a suit that I would not want to even be
buried in today. Talk about embarrassing moments!
Back in the day, we could get a whole
handful of candy for five-cents – you know, Mary Janes, Tootsie rolls (back
then we only had one flavor tootsie rolls), and Root Beer barrels. Girls wore
saddle shoes. Ask a girl what they are today and they will probably say: “Are
they worn when one goes horseback riding?” Both our shoes and our clothing lasted
a long time and believe it or not, should any of the clothing have holes in it,
it was due to wear and tear over the years the item was worn. Our parents would
not even think of buying clothing that already had holes in them
As a family, we were expected to eat all three meals together and breakfast usually consisted of runny oatmeal. We did not sit at the breakfast table eating breakfast while reading about athletes or missing children on a box of cereal. Or like today’s children do – noses in some high-tech gadget.
The rule was you ate what was being served to
you and if you didn’t like it – well, you would have to wait until lunch to eat
again and hopefully it would be something you liked because that same rule held
for all three meals. If it was put in front of you – you ate it or you went
hungry until the next mealtime. There was no luxury of eating chips, crackers,
candy, or soda because such things were not kept in the house. And coming from
a family of eight children, one learned real quick – you had better eat whatever
was being served because (1) it would be hours before your next meal and (2)
chances were that there would be no leftovers.
Both my parents loved coffee and I can
remember when I asked if I could have a cup with my dinner one night. The response
was: ‘No, you’ll stunt your growth.’ Seeing that I only grew to 5 feet 3
inches, I guess two things must have happened – one – I managed to drink some coffee
when they were not looking and two – their comments must have been true.
Several rules applied at the dinner table or whenever we were all together eating – one was that tipping one’s chair back on the back two legs was a no-no, another was that no elbows were allowed on the table, and third – we had to eat all our vegetables or we didn’t get dessert. Hmmm, what was I thinking when I wrote this third rule – what is dessert? Ah, the good old days!
Now that I
am heading towards becoming an octogenarian (a person who is from 80 to 89
years old), the thought crossed my mind as to whether or not I will be
considered a codger, geezer, or coot.
ever noticed how we apply titles or names to ourselves as we age? If you look at the names associated with the
respective generations of times gone by we have the following titles:
18 – 34
Gen X: 35 – 50
Boomer: 51 – 69
Silent: 70 – 87
Greatest: 87 – 100+
could just give in and using myself as an example – should someone ask what I
am? – respond by saying: “Oh, I am part of the Silent generation.
But where is the fun in that?
myself prefer to use a different expression hence the title of this article: Codger
– Geezer – Coot!
a codger? Well, that
depends on which source one might use to determine what a codger is. If you
refer to Merriam-Webster, their dictionary says a codger is “an often mildly
eccentric and usually elderly fellow.” Oxford goes one step further and
includes the fact that a codger is: “a person, especially an old or strange
one.” American Heritage says a codger is a somewhat eccentric man, especially
an old one.” And not to forget New World, they agree with all the above and
adds that “codger” is a term used in good humor.
So much for “codger”.
What about “geezer”? Lexicographers (those individuals that write, compiles, or edits dictionaries) agree that a geezer is an old person, odd, eccentric, and always a male.
to the word “coot.” A
“coot” is a rather small water bird that is a member of the rail
family, Rallidae. They constitute the genus Eulica, the name being the Latin
for “coot”. So, not only is a coot a waterfowl, but it is also “a foolish,
eccentric or senile person (American Heritage). Or looking at other
refers to a coot as: “a harmless simple person”
coot as: “a simple person”
uses the terminology: “an amusing old fellow”
into more detail by defining coot as: “an unconventional or unreasonably
evidenced from all that has been written above, the commonality of all three
terms is that they are all old males.
What about the female of the
species – what are they called?
Well, some that come to mind
would be: Biddy, Crone, Hag, Battle-Axe, and Dowager. I’m sure with a bit more
researching, I could come up with some better ones but for now let’s just keep
Biddy: a woman, especially an
elderly one, regarded as annoying or interfering.
Crone: The crone is a character in folklore and
fairy tales, an old woman. In some stories, she is disagreeable, malicious, or
sinister in manner, often with magical or supernatural associations that can make
her either helpful or obstructing. The Crone is also an archetypal figure, a
Hag: A hag is a wizened old woman, or a kind of fairy or goddess having
the appearance of such a woman, often found in folklore and children’s tales
such as Hansel and Gretel.
Battle-Axe: A battle-axe is a term, generally considered pejorative, for an
aggressive, domineering and forceful woman.
Dowager: the noun dowager may refer to any
elderly widow, especially one of both wealth and dignity.
What one can
surmise from all this valuable information is that in either case, male or
female, whichever definition we are utilizing, we are talking about someone
that is old! Which begs the
question: Is it redundant to speak of an old codger, old geezer, or old coot?
One could ask the same question when speaking of a biddy, a crone, or a hag.
Seeing that each of these terms represent someone that is old, one could answer that question by saying “Yes and No!” So, it would be redundant to speak of an old codger, old geezer, old coot, old biddy, an old crone, or an old hag. As a matter of information let me remind all what the word redundant means: the word redundant applies to things that are unnecessary or could be left out. So, calling an old man a codger or an old woman a biddy has us asking ourselves: “But are the terms redundant? Should we just refer to them as old or should we include the titles some have created for them as in old codger or old biddy?
sensitive some people are to the age question, I would tread carefully
whichever way I decided to go.