True Facts

Fashion is revealing your underwear. Ever since the first layer went over the loincloth, revealing a flash of loincloth has been fashionable.
It’s not about being a whore or a punk. It’s just fashion. You’re going to see underwear.
Teen boy boxer shorts. Girl bra. Things you wear that used to be undercloths:

T-shirts
Skirts with lace at the hem
Peasant Blouses
Tank tops
Tights
Vests
Camisole

Cafeteria means “place that dispenses coffee.” The food has always been incidental.

Social Media does not spell the End of Times. Just like ATM banking, microwave ovens, rock music, bikinis, automobiles, roller skating and short skirts did not bring an end to the world. Quit apocolypting, already.

Paleolithic people (“paleo”) ate carbs. And fruit. And grains and tubers and greens. And meat and bugs and fish. Paleo people ate anything and everything they could get their hands on. They still do. There are paleolithic tribes alive today.

“New” should rhyme with “few” and “pew”. Like “sew” used to do. Thanks, Rodgers & Hammerstein, that spelling USED to make sense.

Science is about real things. It’s kind of boring unless you’re also into real things. Science hasn’t gotten to all of the real things yet. There is more science to come. Give it time.

There has always been crap. Crap furniture, crap music, crap clothes, crap books. 80% of the stuff made is no good. We either forget it or throw it out. But we keep the good stuff. That’s why the past looks so doggone rosey. It actually wasn’t any better than what we’ve got now.

People have always been like they are now. Youth has always been ignorant. Old people have always been grumpy.

“Corduroy” or “cord du roy” means cloth of kings. Well, it USED to mean that. Now it means “pants with sound effects.”

Seeds

Waxing Moon, Spring-like weather, a stack of paper egg cartons and garden dreams. I have seed packets, clean milk cartons and saved plastic salad boxes to use as wee greenhouses.

I am mostly a failure at gardening. Maybe a quarter of my plants thrive and produce in a good year. Good gardeners see about half to three quarters; it is a tough hobby.

Two rescues from Kroger floral department went into the ground yesterday. One is a yellow miniature rose, the other is a primrose. My rescue poinsettia is thriving as well.

When I bought the rose, he was wilted and had dropped well over half his leaves. After a little water, I set him near a window, cleaned up the dead leaves and cut off the flower buds, talking to him as I worked. “Welcome to your new home!” And behind me, my husband said, “You have lucked into the best possible house to live in.”

Husband has grown accustomed to sharing space with a small jungle of houseplants. My houseplant tower acted as Yule Tree this past year, adorned with lights and baubles. They love the attention.

Tomorrow is the old holiday of Candlemas, or Groundhog Day. The Irish call it Imbolc, referring to lambs growing in their sheep mama’s bellies. Seeds of hope for the coming season.