If You Use Facebook on Your Phone, PLEASE READ THIS

This is important information about using the Facebook mobile app on a mobile device. Read and click on the LINK for the whole story. It’s scary.

The Accidental Cootchie Mama

It’s no secret that I deplore Facebook. I use it because I must. Therefore, I am diligent in trying to understand how Facebook works. As a result, I deleted the Facebook mobile app from my iPhone more than a year ago.

If you are still using the Facebook mobile app on your smartphone or other mobile device, you really, REALLY need to read this article by Nick Russo. Drop EVERYTHING you’re doing and READ IT.

I’ll wait.

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We may live in a world with no privacy, but Facebook’s coming changes to its Messenger app are an obscene violation of your privacy. If you don’t want Facebook to farm every aspect of your life (record every phone call you make, log every place you go, know everyone you talk with AND WHAT YOU TALK ABOUT), I urge you to consider deleting the Facebook app from your mobile devices before the…

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This Is a Test–Only a Test–Plus a Mouse

Please bear with me. I’m trying something new. Because I can’t visualize what will happen after I follow instructions, I have to experiment.

This may take several tries. Just ignore me and speak among yourselves.

If there’s no one to visit with, feel free to observe this mouse. He was a favorite toy, but one of his owners stuffed him under the refrigerator, and when I found and released him he looked pretty grubby and had lost a leg.

I intended to send him to Toy Mouse Heaven but obviously forgot, because a couple of minutes ago I noticed him staring up at me from the bottom of the toy basket.

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The Fashionable Cows of DFW: A Lone Star Attitude

[There may be long blank spaces in this post. Please don’t stop reading–scroll all the way to the end. The blank spaces are beyond my control.]

In keeping with Dallas’ role as both the sine qua non and the arbiter elegantiae of Lone Star fashion, the Dallas-Fort Worth (DFW) International Airport houses a number of swank boutiques offering aspiring trend setters apparel on the cutting edge.

Today we highlight a shop that offers the latest wrinkle in Texas style a la mode.

First, for her, a tunic top made of Jersey and adorned with tiny embroidered rosettes. For him, a shirt of dark blue denim. Both are suitable for casual meandering or for more formal trailer transport to greener pastures.

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In the background, a lovely dress in Angus black, falling in front to just above the knee, and in back to the hock.

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A closeup, below, highlights flowers fashioned from brightly colored silk ribbons bordering a modified V-neck, redolent of the meadows in a Texas spring.

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Next, another his-and-her combo: He sports a striped shirt, narrow verticals in navy blue, wider horizontals in alternating Babe ox blue, sea gray, and straw yellow, over a brown dun polo shirt. She looks stunning in a zebra-patterned skirt topped by a bodice of stone gray with dapples, red roan, brindle, and spring timothy. A circlet of bailing twine around her neck gives the outfit a festive air. Both garments could be worn for an evening of frolicking through maize stubble, or a midnight raid on the corn crib.

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Finally, an accessory no true gentleman cow can do without: a western-styled hat. Fashioned after the world-famous Stetson, this chapeau is bilaterally symmetrical, allowing it to be worn on either the right or the left horn with equal panache. One caveat, however: The wearer must take care to remove the hat before attempting to roll under a barbed wire fence, lest damage occur.

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It should also be noted that, although all the lady models are polled, the clothing displayed here can be worn by unpolled cows with no alteration whatsoever. Gentlemen cows, however, might have some difficulty wearing the hats without horns on which to hang them.

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The reviewer thanks Lone Star Attitude, DFW International Airport, for providing models and clothing, and for keeping her amused during a ninety-minute layover. In publishing this post, she intends no disrespect, but only admiration for those responsible for choosing to market their merchandise in such a delightful way.

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Wremembering Wray

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On Friday evening family and friends gathered at a small country church outside Kansas City, Missouri, to celebrate the life of my cousin Wray Worden, who died last month at the age of seventy-six.

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Wray, thirteen years older than I, and his two sisters served as my parents’ first children. They set a high standard I’ve never quite come up to.

During our last visit, two years ago, Wray talked about visiting with my family in small-town Texas. Afterward, I wrote a post about that conversation. I’ve since realized that many of my memories were really his.

So I’m repeating that post here, as my part in Wremembering Wray.

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January 24, 2012

wray-1I returned Sunday from four days in Higginsville, Missouri. I had accompanied my cousin Mary Veazey to see her brother, Wray, and his family. Wray has been in the hospital in Kansas…

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I Kid You Not

On a quick trip to Missouri, staying in the boonies past the outskirts of Kansas City,

in a possibly no-star hotel, adequate except for its lack of

  1. elevator, and
  2. proximity to restaurants without golden arches.

Checked online under Dining.

First thing I saw was the ad at the top of the page: What’s the best cure for toe fungus?

Checked under Bars and Grills.
First establishment listed: Q & R Pest Control.
I kid you not.

Decided the golden arches would do.

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Names have been changed or omitted for obvious reasons.

Adventure in the Far West

Mural outside Los Jalapenos, Alpine, TX. By Kathy Waller.
Mural outside Los Jalapenos, Alpine, TX. By Kathy Waller.

A week in beautiful Alpine, Texas, to attend the Writers’ League of Texas Summer Writing Institute held unparalleled adventure for Gale and me.

It started with getting lost about twenty miles from home and ended with finding a dead banana at the bottom of my Austin Mystery Writers tote bag.

In between lay

  • being rear-ended at a red light;
  • missing a turn but arriving at our destination anyway;
  • finding the motel room severely deficient in electrical outlets;

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    Outlet under bed. By Kathy Waller.
  • wallowing on the floor, trying to plug an extension cord into an outlet installed behind of the leg of a bed attached to the floor “for your safety”;
  • abandoning my camera in the Museum of the Big Bend;
  • being informed that the hood of the car I’d just driven for seven hours through the Texas Hill Country and the Trans-Pecos, and into the Chihuahuan Desert, wasn’t properly latched;
  • finding the hood up again two days later;
  • recovering my camera;
  • losing my cash;
  • knocking the back off my mobile phone;
  • scattering my purse, my camera, a take-out box of Creamy Bolognese over penne pasta, and myself all over the sidewalk in front of La Trattoria;
  • wallowing on the floor wielding a broom and a flashlight, scraping my cash from under the far side of the bed;
  • abandoning my purse in the cafeteria;
  • recovering my purse;

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    Porch of Hotel Limpia, Fort Davis, TX. By Kathy Waller.
  • leaving Alpine, missing another turn, and winding up in Marathon;
  • watching Gale lean out the window to ask a man where we could get petroleo;
  • being told petroleo was in Alpine (26 miles) or in Fort Stockton (58 miles), but not in Marathon;
  • on advice of residents (“There’s nothing out there”), giving up impromptu plans to swing through Del Rio;
  • retracing our steps to Alpine for petroleo;
  • on second attempt, not missing the turn;
  • arriving at home without further incident worth mentioning.

I will mention that

  • Karleen Koen’s class was up to her usual standard: As I’ve written before, she’s honest about what she can
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    Karleen Koen’s novels plus other incentives on classroom floor. By Kathy Waller.

    and cannot do for her students, but she shows them ways to increase their own creativity;

  • the reading at the Alpine Public Library allowed student writers to share pieces written in the various classes, including a Sudan native’s account of learning to speak English, which was a scream;
  • evenings out with friends at El Paisano (Marfa), the Reata (Alpine), La Trattoria (Alpine), the Stone Village Market, and the Hotel Limpia’s Blue Mountain Bistro (Fort Davis) were fun;
  • having the Cowboy Plate at the Bread and Breakfast is a fine way to start the day;
  • the highway up to the McDonald Observatory is neither as winding nor as precipitous as I’d remembered;
  • thanks to recent rains, the Davis Mountains were green and, as always, very grand;
  • cool mornings and evenings felt wonderful (and hot days felt like something else but weren’t as bad as Austin’s);
  • we’re sorry our limited time didn’t allow us to visit Big Bend National Park;

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    Inside view of Bread and Breakfast’s front window. By Kathy Waller.
  • a mobile phone will work perfectly if the back is held on with a rubber band, and, when presented with said phone, a husband will laugh and reattached the back without a rubber band;
  • I was not responsible for the rear-ending;
  • Simple Green will probably remove dead banana muck from inside the Austin Mystery Writers tote bag; it will also probably remove the remnants of Creamy Bolognese from the outside of a camera case.
  • A package of Oreos lifts the spirits immeasurably.

Gale has just published a post on the Austin Mystery Writers blog about the Writers Retreat. She focused on what we learned in class.

But I prefer to focus on extracurricular activities. There’s an education to be had in them, too. Especially the part about the Oreos.

 

 

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A Finely Shaped Head

When I think of my wife, I always think of her head. The shape of it, to begin with. The very first time I saw her, it was the back of the head I saw, and there was something lovely about it, the angles of it. Like a shiny, hard corn kernel or a riverbed fossil. She had what the Victorians would call a finely shaped head. You could imagine the skull quite easily. ~ Gillian Flynn, Gone Girl