Brunch and Wine Mother’s Day

When I researched the closest “wine tasting” to where we lived, I didn’t take “wine bars” into consideration. That oversight meant that we’d whisked Mom nearly an hour’s ride away through beautiful country scenery to a place that allowed us to have a glass of wine along with sweet and savory prepackaged food for purchase.

I knew that we’d want real food prior to sipping wine, so I asked the wine bar employee for a restaurant recommendation. Several places opened at 5 PM, but a popular destination served both lunch and dinner.

Only challenge was that they didn’t take reservations for fewer than five people. I was encouraged to call when we were 30 minutes away. I called when we were about 20 minutes away. The guy who answered the phone informed me that they were too busy to honor telephone reservation requests.

I fumed.

While my sister parked the car and Mom waited in outdoor seating, I went inside to place our name on the waitlist. When the guy asked me if I was on the list already, I recognized his voice from the call. Chalk it up to maturity that I didn’t cuss him out right then. With a tense look on my face, but a tone as neutral as I could muster, I informed him that I’d called 20 minutes ago, but wasn’t allowed to be placed on the list.

A nervous look swept across his face. Recovering, he told me that the wait time had shortened. We were sat just after we’d had a pleasant conversation with a librarian and her daughter. Not only that, but we received a table in the bar area, where Mom didn’t have to walk too far or use stairs.

My sister and I made quick work of choosing what we wanted from the specials menu. We told Mom we’d all share: blueberry salad, shrimp with ravioli, crab dip with fried pita pieces, truffle fries and crab rolls. Since my sister is always on a mission to find the best key lime pie, we shared a slice afterwards.

Even with the three of us sharing everything, we only finished the salad and dessert. The rest of those delicious leftovers became my Sunday dinner and a few lunches during the following week.

We strolled for two minutes to our next destination. Mom traveled from one venue to the next without any problems. She’s funny about walking. If shopping, Mom can cover nearly a mile. Any other activity, she prefers to ride in the car. So, both the proximity, weather and terrain aligned perfectly for Mom’s stroll.

As soon as we walked in, I announced that I would like to try their malbec and that Mom and my sister would sample the sweetest Kool-Aid-tasting wine they had. When it comes to alcoholic drink flavors, my sister loves peach; so, her sample hit the spot. She and Mom both got a glass of the peachy sweet wine, while I passed on the Malbec and got I red, which the woman described as “jammy.”

Since I’d picked up lunch, my sister bought the three glasses of wine, two bags of chocolates and a bottle of spicy honey, which we didn’t try until later that evening after we were home.

Mom took three sips of wine, including the sample glass, declared herself done and wanted my sister and me to finish the rest. If we’d known that was all she was going to do, we could’ve shared our glasses of wine with her although I knew upfront that she wouldn’t have liked my wine choice.

Both the time of day and those few sips of wine helped Mom nap on our way to our local mall, sparing my sister from Mom’s shotgun-driving. Fortunately, we only visited one store since Dad had sat at the dining room table with the caregiver, not eating his dinner, which consisted of soup and a sandwich.

Mom was usually with him at dinnertime and the caregiver didn’t realize that Dad only ate sandwiches if they were quartered. Moreover, he’d missed Mom since we’d left around 11 AM and returned around 4:30 PM. As much as Mom had enjoyed her special Mother’s Day outing, once again, it was at the expense of Dad not joining us.

We’d left Dad at home last year as well. If Dad accompanies us anywhere, Mom, being the primary caregiver, has the extra task of attending to him even though the rest of us help as much as possible.

But for one day a year, two of the best gifts for Mom are rest and self-care. Even if only for a few hours.

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Photo Album Memory Lane

After about a year and a half of typing up my journals at a frenzied pace, then finishing the six-month marathon of studying for my pharmacy tech certification, I finally began the task of scanning all of my photo albums.

The original mission was to marry the pictures with the journal entries. And yet…it proved to be a far more enormous task than I’d originally thought. As usual. I even stumbled across yet another journal while searching for all my photo albums. Fortunately, that journal was smaller than A4 size and written in big handwriting.

Most of the albums had loose pictures that were hastily stuffed in either the front or back cover of photo albums, which I sat aside for that magical time known as “later.”

Instead of merely focusing on the pictures that I’d journaled about, I started scanning all of them. Unlike the journal pages, I didn’t shred any pictures. Something far more precious about an actual picture than the original paper where I wrote down thoughts and experiences.

One of the motivations for typing up the journals was to shred them and not lug all that weight around, but the average album is far heavier than the average journal. Even so, I’ve not yet come up with a comfortable way to downsize those particular possessions.

During one of my scanning sessions, which only occur on the weekends, my nieces and nephew were visiting. I guided them down memory lane, showing them pictures of ancestors whose names they’d heard of, but who they never had the pleasure of meeting. We also had fun seeing pictures of their parents in their glory days.

With all the other projects that I juggle, I’m taking the slow stroll through the photo album memory lane. I have them stacked up and they’re still visible versus “hiding in plain sight.”

The task at hand is firmly embedded in that part of my brain where I put long-term projects. By small increments, I’ll eventually complete the process. Even those albums that couldn’t yet be added to the stack due to gravity making them tumble.

Perhaps by the time I finish the process, a new technology will have been invented to archive the actual pictures in a manner where I’m comfortable to downsize the actual albums. From here on out, one of my life goals is to maximize my experiences without accumulating material things.

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2025 Dogwood Festival Dance Lessons

This year, I overcame the inertia of reclining in the den, binge-watching TV while working on creative projects on a Sunday and actually partook of a beautiful Sunday downtown event.

I met my sister and her son at an African restaurant near the car show, shared a funnel cake, watched some local actors who performed wrestling, followed by some dance performances, two of which included a mini lesson.

By far, the most enjoyable event for me, was witnessing my nephew take these lessons. He’s the guy who looks like a dancing black bear, wearing a cap:

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Birthdays & Easter Eggs

Easter 2025 fell on 4-20, the code in cannabis culture for smoking marijuana, and not, as urban folklore tells it, the police code for marijuana. (That code varies among police departments.)

In my family, we have four April birthdays: Dad, a sister, a nephew and a niece. On top of that, there are two among my sister’s in-laws, twin brothers. Then, her sister-in-law’s sister-in-law’s birthday was the Saturday we all met up at a Mexican seafood restaurant.

We’d eaten there once before. So, my sister and I had looked forward to their punchbowl margaritas. She’d arrived first and ordered a strawberry margarita, but didn’t bother to read the description.

As soon as we walked in, she told me to sit beside her to help her with that extra large punchbowl-sized drink. I told her that it was “pool-sized.” I sipped it. Mom had to stand up to sip it. Yet, I had my mouth set for the spicy mango margarita, garnished with a chamoy-laden straw.

Dad, who loves going out, but usually becomes grumpy having to wait for his food, didn’t grumble at all. This was a rare picture where I captured Dad both smiling and looking at the camera. In contrast to Dad either wearing a goofy expression or looking in another direction.

I had all my birthday family members to pose before the entrees hit the table.

Speaking of hitting the table, once my drink arrived, my newfound fleeting hobby was nibbling all the chamoy off the straw.

My other sister, who’d arranged the event, arrived last because she stopped off to buy helium balloons to tie on the chair of the April birthday people.

The restaurant gave all the birthday people three mini churros. We also enjoyed Dad’s pineapple coconut cake that Mom made for him at home. Unlike our comical efforts to sing “Happy Birthday” at the restaurant, we got our act together for this rendition:

On Easter Sunday morning, I attended a 10 AM “Feel Good” yoga class, which was unheated and slower-moving than my usual “Sunday Funday” hot yoga class. When I checked in, the receptionist told me that there were plastic eggs hidden in plain sight.

Although I saw two on my way to class, I only took one, which I saved in my bag for after class. Since I attended the last class of the day, I collected two more eggs because the previous class hadn’t found them all. Not only did all three eggs contain a piece of chocolate, but two out of three had an offer: a free T-shirt and a free class for me and a friend.

I leave for yoga before my parents leave for church, so I didn’t see them in their Easter Sunday best until Mom called me to come outside to help with Dad. We paused for the cause for the Easter poster couple.

On the Monday following Easter, we learned that Pope Francis had passed. Although we’re not Catholic, it’s always a somber day when a spiritual leader passes. May he rest in peace.

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Marvelized

Marvelized (adj): the state of believing that one’s life has become something out of a Marvel movie.

I suggested both the word and its definition at the invitation of one of my coworkers who asked our colleague resource group (CRG): If you could add a word to the dictionary, what would it be and what would it mean?

Granted, the comic book world I most feel that I’m living in is Batman, who is a D.C. character, but saying that my life has become “D.C.’d,” regardless of any way I spell it (D.C.-d, DC’d, deeceed, and so on), still doesn’t sound or look as cool as “marvelized.”

Also, since I work for a pharmacy “D/C” means both “disconnected” (as in a phone call) and “discontinued” (as in a prescription). So, definitely not using any variation of that abbreviation for what I’d add to a dictionary.

Of course, I wasn’t the first one to think of “marvelized,” as I later discovered online. I merely created another facet to the definition. “Marvelized” simply means to be in a state of wonder or that a work of fiction is influenced by the Marvel Universe. Seems like no one had previously applied the adjective to the degree of how out of pocket life in the U. S. has become.

For every big move I’ve recently made, I’ve contemplated about how the Orange Menace and The Legion of DOGE are going to fuck it up. This is more than paranoia since they are attacking the very institutions we citizens depend on when we say that we are a part of a civilized, developed country with a functioning federal government.

Filing taxes, renewing a passport, controlling air traffic…I was even preoccupied when I recently bought my new smartphone.

The Orange Menace declared a tariff war against most of the world, then rescinded it for everyone except for China, ultimately raising the tariff against them to 145%. As I sat in the store in the middle of purchasing my phone, another customer informed me that some electronics had just been exempted.

The salesman assured me that my phone was part of the previous shipment; so not subject to hyperinflation or whatever the hell it’s call when a comic book villain capriciously tanks the economy, then revives it part way.

Despite the political turmoil, either I’m very optimistic or in denial, but I still dare to dream that my efforts will afford me to live the life that I want. After I return from my two-week overseas vacation, I’m going to dedicate more energy to continuing my path forward to a new career opportunity within my company.

Right now, it’s all I can do to carve out some time to learn Twi, juggle creative projects, exercise and read.

“Normalcy,” like everything in life, is an illusion. Any given illusion can evaporate just like the trillions of dollars that recently disappeared from the stock market. I’m not sure why economists don’t refer to themselves as illusionists instead. The Marvelized world definitely has more use for illusionists than economists.

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Basic Twi Language Lessons

I knew that as soon as I finished my pharmacy tech coursework and national exam, the time vacuum created from no longer having to study would be filled with something else, especially things I’d put on hold to prep for my upcoming trip to Ghana. The way I saw it, if I was going to drop that much money for a two-week experience, I was going to get the most out of it.

Once again, the nerd in me came out to play. I found free online Twi lessons. The first course was a highly technical Linguistics 101 course with antiquated drill and kill teaching methods. I did that for two days before I went in a completely different direction.

I absolutely LOVED the colorful, fun Twi lessons geared toward kids. Half the lessons were set to music with the narrator singing vocabulary words.

Eventually, I’ll get a library card since the digital Austin public library I have access to has very few books on Ghana and absolutely nothing on the language. My hope is that I can find a few books on the history of the country, so I can put the few vocabulary words that I encounter in context. That’s one of the best ways to learn a foreign language.

My expectation isn’t fluency. I’ll probably not be able to speak Twi passably. I’ll just learn as much as I can merely to add another layer to my visit. At this point, I’m learning nouns and perhaps with more lessons, I’ll be able to say simple greetings and ask basic questions.

Even so, I’m resisting rewatching videos. I don’t want to go down that rabbit hole. So far, different video lessons repeat vocabulary. I want to be mindful of the joy of learning rather than the grind. After all, there won’t be any quizzes or exams. Just the quality of my experience, visiting another country.

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Reasons to Celebrate

After six months of studying, I FINALLY passed my national exam. I’m officially a Certified Pharmacy Technician. Next time I log into work, I’m adding that “CPhT” to the end of my name. I don’t have my score yet, but it doesn’t matter in the long run since I passed.

I was elated to see that instant confirmation that my six months of hard work, including cramming most of the details of 600 medications had paid off. Honestly, they could’ve had far more math questions since that was my strong suit.

Especially since that exam had the nerve to throw in ANOTHER drug other than the 600 I’d studied. My only saving graces for that question were that I knew what the other three meds did and the mystery drug had the correct suffix for the drug class needed.

Nonetheless, I skipped off, driving to the other side of town to splurge on an early dinner. I’d always wanted to check out a new Korean BBQ place and ended up getting a hot pot since I dined alone. Even though it was a bit pricey, I justified the expenditure by making it part of my celebration itinerary.

For Friday, the celebration was merely not having to study before and after work nor on my breaks. What a luxury! Of course, I had to stop myself from plunging into some other time-consuming activity. Yet, there are at least two projects that I had put on the back burner until I finished my coursework. I may revive one of them on Sunday. After a mani-pedi.

On Saturday, I attended an R&B festival with my sister and a friend. Mother Nature cooperated and we enjoyed five hours of breathing fresh air, talking, people-watching and taking advantage of the food truck libations.

I avoided all the barbecue since my sister had already made preparations to barbecue ribs and sausage. She makes the best in town, coupled with Mom’s potato salad.

Instead, I got an order of pork shoulder with yellow rice and beans, but what really set the whole meal off were the tostones (fried savory plantains). Instead of being a half-dollar sized, the biggest one stood up at one end of the to-go boat like a tombstone. Originally, I had wondered why they didn’t cover the food, but as I walked back to my seat, I became a walking advertisement for that Puerto Rican vendor, which boasted being the 2023 best food truck of the year.

At the start of my coursework, I’d stated that a new phone and earbuds would be my reward for successfully passing the national exam. With all the tariff bullshit, I think it’s going to cost me even more than before, but I’m determined to have something better than what I have now since I want to take spectacular pictures for my upcoming trip to Ghana.

That has to be the motto during this administration: keep moving forward with bouts of relaxation.

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Medication Mnemonics

For six months, I studied for my Pharmacy Technician certification. The nerd in me loved the opportunity to swim in the academic lane again. The Virgo in me seized on the opportunity for my job to pay for it.

Throughout all the coursework, nothing challenged me more than having to rote-memorize the details of 600 hundred drugs, which felt more like a thousand drugs. I resented the process. Initially, I only used the digital flashcards to learn the brand/generic name pairing of each drug, mostly ignoring the drug class(es) that appeared on the cards. Yet, the course obligated me to know it all: drug name, both brand and generic, drug classes, indication(s), contraindication(s), and drug form(s).

OK, so fuck all THAT. The only bright spot was creating mnemonics for the drugs. My very first breakthrough mnemonic was: OMG, Al gave Dara herpes. [Generic: Imiquimod; Brand: Aldara; Class: Antiviral; Indication: genital herpes]

So proud of myself, I shared it with several people, regardless of whether they were also studying for their pharm tech certification or not. And, no, I didn’t care that the mnemonic omitted the drug’s contraindication(s) and form(s). After all, I didn’t have to get a 100% to pass.

The challenge then became not memorizing 600 different drugs, but creating 600 fabulous mnemonics such that when I saw either the brand or generic name in a question, I’d recall the corresponding mnemonic to access more information about the drug. To accomplish this daunting task, I used several strategies.

One of the most useful strategies was using the names, even part of the name, capitalized, in a sentence. The name could be used as any part of speech. For example: Pyran Tells the pinworm that she’ll Pin-X that parasite. [Generic: Pyrantel; Brand: Pin-X; Class: Antiparasitic; Indication: pinworm infection]

Other times, I’d use the prefix’s definition to make a memorable sentence: Watery Rox Eskata cerumen. [Generic: Hydrogen peroxide; Brand: Eskata; Class: Cerumenolytic; Indication: Earwax (cerumen) removal]

The most “controversial” mnemonics involved the word “skinheads,” which, in my parlance, stood for “dermatitis, psoriasis and eczema,” three different skin conditions. So much easier to remember that one word represented three conditions than the three conditions themselves. Plus, anytime I mentioned “sin,” I knew it stood for “cin,” “cyn” or “syn.” As in: Fluo’s Sinful steroids Lidexes 3 skinheads. [Generic: Fluocinonide ; Brand: Lidex; Class: Corticosteroid; Indication: Dermatitis; Eczema; Psoriasis]

Some of those skin medications were only used for one or two of those conditions. Instead of remembering “psoriasis,” I used “sorority.” In the place of “eczema,” I used “eggs.” Pim inhibits calcium sorority eggs by putting a Lid on them. [Generic: Pimecrolimus ; Brand: Elidel; Class: Calcineurin inhibitor; Indication: Eczema; Psoriasis]

Although the thought of typing up 600 drugs in a chart seemed tedious, especially since I didn’t execute my brilliant idea as I studied the latest batch of drugs. The creative challenge motivated me. Cold Chics Cry about gout. [Generic: Colchicine ; Brand: Colcrys; Class: Anti-gout; Indication: Gout]

I made several connections that I may not have made otherwise. One class of erectile dysfunction (ED) medications was the previously unmemorable PDE5. Unmemorable until I broke it down to being a “Penis-Deflating-Emergency.” I remembered the number “5” by logically reasoning that men used all five fingers of their hand to masturbate. Genius, right?

One ED med was used also for pulmonary arterial hypertension (PAH). Viagra inhibits Sil’s penis-deflating-emergency, oPAH! [Generic: Sildenafil; Brand: Viagra; Class: PDE5 inhibitor; Indication: ED; PAH]

The cool part was that with consistency, I used the same phrasing with the same drug class and made connections that way. For example, every time I used the phrase “muscles against,” I knew I was talking about an “antimuscarinic.” Oxy Butt muscles against overactive bladders, using Ditro. [Generic: Oxybutynin; Brand: Ditropan; Class: Antimuscarinic; Indication: overactive bladder]

Of course, some of these sentences sound silly. But silly is memorable, which is the entire point. Besides, silly never stopped Dr. Seuss, who creatively invented words to suit his needs. “Two possums set a Cat Aflame, causing inflammation/ pain,” NSAID Diclo. [Generic: Diclofenac potassium; Brand: Cataflam; Class: NSAID; Indication: Inflammation; Pain]

As much work as I put into making these mnemonics, I’m so tempted to use all that creativity into something other than a study exercise and blog post. Not necessarily another book unless it’s a fiction about a pharmacy technician. I’m in no mood to pitch it to an education publisher.

That’s on the back burner for now. The important thing is passing my national exam for my certification where 40% of the questions will test my knowledge on these some of these 600 drugs. After that, I’ll be free.

One more for the road: The Elders Seek a little Leg to help with their MAOI depression. [Generic: Selegiline; Brand: Eldepryl; Class: MAOI; Indication: Depression]

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Due Process, Not D.O.G.E.

Never did I think in my middle-aged-hood that I’d refresh what I’d learned in civics class. Over the years, I’ve learned that “innocent until proven guilty” only applied to the most privileged. Now, I’m relearning that this country really doesn’t have checks and balances despite the three branches of government. Even “due process” is an afterthought for this current executive branch.

The founding fathers would be amazed that a bullying, con-artist billionaire wannabe would blow past what we’ve held to be self-evident all these centuries.

In all the permutations about the second civil war in the U.S., who imagined that it would begin with a billionaire takeover of the White House? I figured that white anger would play a part, but, for once, this has not been primarily against Black people. Even our sole Black president didn’t take the U.S. to such a brink of collapse.

This may be the first time that white anger has worked for people of color. However long that exists since the last thing the powers that be wants is for the 99% to be united. They usually pit poor people of different races against ourselves, so that we’re too distracted to fight the power.

In DOGE’s chainsaw haste to cut out fraud/waste/abuse, both real and mostly imagined, it has mass-fired thousands of people, regardless of race, then quickly rehired those who should have never been on the chopping block due to security and health reasons. But, that’s not the totality of the terminated.

This is the first administration that, instead of boasting about job creation, gleefully celebrates adding thousands to the unemployed list. All for the sake of saving money, which in the end, will cost us more money to take care of people who no longer have the financial means to take care of themselves.

As expected, some of the angry masses have taken to graffiting and blowing up Teslas. Future Tesla owners have changed their minds about buying them, plummeting both sales and stocks. Now the White House and big wig GOP are whoring themselves to entice people to buy those cars, or at least the stock when higher ups in the company have dumped their shares.

Additionally, the GOP are extremely vocal when denouncing domestic terrorism when discussing the graffi/vandalism/bombings of targeted Teslas, but are deafeningly silent about the lack of due process under which DOGE operates.

Granted, two wrongs don’t make a right, but the federal government has to return to fair practices to stop fomenting negative, and sometimes violent reactions among its citizens. Plus, the other two branches must step up.

Some have questioned why one judge can block the executive branch. The easy answer is that the founding fathers set up our country so that one person in the executive branch couldn’t be a dictator.

Apparently, the legislative branch is waiting for more of their own to be elected in less than two years. In the past, midterm elections have been a reliable way to send a message to the White House. Just like during the Orange Menance 1.0 and we elected more women to congress than ever.

I’m praying that we’ll have a democracy still standing to accommodate the election process. Actually, I’m adding that to all the other prayers that I’ve found myself meditating on since 2.0. What would make me feel much better, though, is the return of due process.

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Back to Bragg

Just like that…Bragg is back. But not the old Bragg. The new Bragg. Reminds me of when Coca-Cola changed its formula. But Coke fans liked the old taste better; so, they had to re-introduce the old formula, replacing the “new” formula, but, chronologically speaking, the newest, even though it was the oldest formula, ie, “classic.”

If that seemed convoluted, then I’ve done my job as a writer. After all, this is what politics has become in the States. From one administration to the next, the tearing down or reversing of the previous administration’s doings. In the end, one has to wonder what does it matter.

In the beginning, Ft. Bragg, the largest, fiercest Army base in the U.S., dare I say “the world,” had been officially named after a confederate, slave-owning general. Then, for a hot second, it became Ft. Liberty, naming the base after one of United States’ so-called values.

Now, renamed “Ft. Bragg,” after a soldier who earned medals, actually fighting for freedom, not slavery, which may, down the road, be just the compromise our country deserves. Other bases can follow suit. Just find someone with the same surname who fought/served for the U.S. and rededicate the military base for them instead.

Somehow, I don’t think the trend will catch on. At this point, I’m not even sure if our legacy of democracy will continue. Much less, naming ceremonies.

Nonetheless, many who proudly trained at Ft. Bragg were very happy to have the name restored since it’s a famous military base.

Years ago, I sat in a local movie theatre, watching a new action-movie release with that up-and-coming action star, Bruce Willis, in “Die Hard.” At one point in the movie, Willis’ character famously said that they’d need half of Ft. Bragg. The theatre erupted in cheers. It wasn’t merely the GIs doing all the cheering. Proud to get a shout out in the latest hit movie.

Hopefully, this settles everything. Every time there’s a name change, millions of dollars is spent for the change over of signage alone. The U.S. will need that money in the long run to pay for all the damages D.O.G.E. has wrongfully inflicted upon the American people.

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