Saturday, 3 August 2019

OLearys TIKI BAR SRQ, and its strange sign

OLearys Tiki Bar, Bayfront Park, SRQ

Zion the wonder dog and I walk at Bayfront Park most mornings at about 6:30.

We see this sign at OLearys.  It amuses/bemuses/confuses us.

"No Trespassing Permitted" it reads. Oh how silly and misleading!

So here is my quirky question.

"Could Olearys permit trespassing?"    If so, would it truly be trespassing?

Just another question from silly me!

Friday, 2 August 2019

As Ruth (in the Bible) said to Naomi

Book of Ruth, Chapter 2 verse 15

'Wherever you go I will go"

Thursday, 1 August 2019

From a U.S. Immigration Lawyer: It's worse than you could think or imagine

But not just Latinos

Via my friend Andrew McG


Tales from the Labyrinth
This is the reality of our system. And yes, THIS is completely Trump.
From my colleague Mana Yegani

I had such a day yesterday. Even though I had a good night’s sleep I still feel the exhaustion and mental burnout dealing with a government that is racist and dislikes immigrants.

The government is doing everything they possibly can to make the LEGAL immigration process impossible. USCIS is the agency who issues green cards and citizenship. Washington has changed all the policies of the local immigration offices.

As attorneys we used to have access to speak with the local office by going in to speak with an officer or emailing them. All those privileges have been cut off. We used to have quarterly meetings with the local USCIS office and those have been canceled. They basically want nothing to do with immigration lawyers. And if you don’t have a lawyer, well good luck with that; you’re even more screwed.
My client is scheduled for her green Card Interview today at 9:30 but she had a medical emergency a few days ago. As soon as I found out she was in the hospital I emailed the local USCIS office notifying them to reschedule her interview for another date. The email address is pretty active and they generally respond within a few hours. Well a whole day passed and nothing... no response. So I sent another email and again no response....crickets.

So, I sent my paralegal to the local office with a copy of the two emails to see what’s going on. By this time it was less than a day before the interview and I am really concerned. My paralegal shows up to the Houston immigration office and after making her wait for over an hour, “the guy” basically says we cannot reschedule the interview.

And the email address that attorneys use is canceled as of a few days ago and USCIS no longer communicates with attorneys via email.

Okkkkk, when were you going to make this public announcement?? Oh these are guidelines from headquarters!! We are just following procedures from headquarters (aka Wash DC).
Keep in mind the USCIS Director was fired/forced to resign because he wasn’t implementing the Administration’s goals.

And now we have an Acting Director who is nothing but an immigrant hater. Just look at his resume!
I'll have to go to the USCIS office this morning to explain to them my client is in the hospital. If they clock her in as a no show her Green Card case which has been pending for two years will be denied.

This is such a horrible system. Such a bad way to deal with attorneys and people who are trying to do the right thing to legally obtain immigration status.
It’s not enough that they put people in CAGES and separate BABIES from their mothers. They want to give hell to those who are trying to do it the LEGAL way.

The burnout is real. 😟

Wednesday, 31 July 2019

Humour Irony Trivia

Humour via Arthur L

Irony  via David S


A bit of trivia which I learned at my great age (!)  

(thanks to Isabel Allende and her wonderful novel "Ines of my Soul" Harper Collins 2006).

Venezuela is named for Venice, Italy  (Venezia).

It makes sense now that I know it!


From the web

Etymology. According to the most popular and accepted version, in 1499, an expedition led by Alonso de Ojeda visited the Venezuelan coast. The stilt houses in the area of Lake Maracaibo reminded the Italian navigator, Amerigo Vespucci, of the city of Venice, Italy, so he named the region Veneziola, or "Little Venice".

Tuesday, 30 July 2019

It's unbelievably difficult

In recent days friends of mine have had to say good bye to their beloved dogs.

D'Arlene to Johnny.

Jack, Donna, and Ashley to Tay.

Nancy and Rosalind to Hershey.

Oh how unbelievably difficult it is when our canine best friends have to leave us.

So we send our love to D'Arlene, Jack, Donna, Ashley, Nancy and Rosalind.

This dog looks sad, but that's an accident of nature,

Yet even dogs grieve when their beloved canine or human friends pass on.

Monday, 29 July 2019

Do you remember Puffed Wheat?

Yesterday ( 28th July 2019)  I had a taste longing for Puffed Wheat, one of the more or less healthy breakfast cereals which I enjoyed as a kid.

But gosh darn it (!)  I could not find it in the cereal aisles of PUBLIX, WINN-DIXIE, or WALMART stores in Sarasota.  Is it no longer made?

Winn-Dixie and Walmart carry  a sort of puffed cereal with added malt.  I was on the point of buying some until I read the label which indicated that sugar was the chief ingredient.


I want some plain and simple QUAKER PUFFED WHEAT.

I think that I am out of luck. Is it no longer made?

Sunday, 28 July 2019

Getting To Know You.

Zion and I made our second courtesy call on Max this afternoon.

Max (17 weeks old) is the newly "adopted son" of my good friends Patrick and Bill.

Young Max was utterly intrigued, and very sweet with Zion, my four year old.

Zion, in his turn, was gracious with the wee pup.  

Gentle Zion is always good with little dogs  (at Arlington Park this  morning another puppy was climbing all over Z. and he didn't in the least get bothered.)

Who the heck are you?

I suppose that we could talk.

O.K. old boy, we can be friends

And kiss!

That was good, let's kiss again!
and again!

One last time

Enough already you wee kid

Zion to me:  O.K. "dad"  that's enough.  Let's go home.

What a joy to have Patrick and Bill as new friends in my retirement years.

What fun that my four years old Z. and their 17 weeks old M. are getting to know each other.