Here's Someone Who Can Really Write

Why doesn't this guy have his own blog?  He's so articulate, and kind of handsome, too.  :)

Confessions from a former Republican: I have always been an Independent, preferring to vote on issues and individuals, rather than follow any straight party line, just because one or two facets of the ideology appealed to me. When we moved to Florida, based on my dissatisfaction with specific things I felt were mishandled with the stimulus/bail-outs and our economy, I voted as a Republican in t

he Primary.

I never joined them, but was initially attracted to the Tea Party, because I saw it as a grass roots rebellion to "the way things had always been done in Washington", and several of their core mission statements appealed to me. That being said, the vitriolic nature of the rhetoric I was reading on Face Book from members of the Tea Party directed at Democrats and the President of the United States completely turned me off. At one point the images and captions got so personal and so insulting and so angry, that I either dropped the people posting them from my Friend list, or I turned off their feed so I wouldn't have to see it every day. I'm one of those old fashioned people that has witnessed in my life time the highest reverence for the office of the President deteriorate into open scorn and disrespect. Yes, I believe in Freedom of Speech, but I also believe when we diminish the highest office in the land, we in fact diminish ourselves as a country and as a people.

It was at that point that I truly felt I didn't want to vote for either candidate. Then there were the scandals, and almost unbelievable quotes from politicians - quotes that made me ask, "What century is this person living in that they don't know basic human biology?"

My Republican friends - I could give you a list of a hundred reasons why I cannot understand your unwavering allegiance to your political affiliation, but in that statement is the reason why I know it would not make a difference to you, not budge you from your belief that the President is evil, that Democrats are evil. Don't even get me started on Bush, what two wars that were going on before Obama took office have caused our country in lives and money.

On the other side of the coin is my disillusionment with the system itself. All Presidential candidates spout a list of promises during their campaigns that conveniently over look the simple fact that without bipartisan cooperation, very little can be accomplished when they assume office. Let's also not forget how much large contributions during a campaign can affect future policy. That's the reality of today's politics; so much of it is determined by money and special interest groups, on both sides of the aisle.

My fervent prayer now is that the Republicans realize that their efforts to derail Obama the past four years, to put up as many road blocks as they could, and to try to distort facts in the pursuit of their desire to get rid of him has backfired as evidence by his re-election. You have to redefine who you are if you want to unite this country, and you have to come up with a different approach in terms of advancing your party's goals for the future. What you have done in the past isn't working.

Yesterday I heard several political pundits say as much. I heard political leaders acknowledge what missteps were made and what changes have to occur if they want the support of the country; things like including women, Latinos, and African Americans more in their focus.

In the meantime, I echo many of the sentiments I have read this morning from people urging their friends and colleagues to accept the choice made by the majority of the country and stop insulting and bad mouthing the President.

Honestly, the politician I have the most respect for today is Chris Christy, a Republican. He showed amazing honesty when he acknowledged and thanked President Obama for his swift response in cutting through the usual red tape associated with getting help to the areas on the East Coast affected by Hurricane Sandy. When he popped up on Fox News (the conservatives’ favorite TV space) and was asked if his party’s candidate should also tour the damaged areas of New Jersey, Christie retorted, “I have no idea, nor am I the least bit concerned or interested. I have a job to do in New Jersey that is much bigger than presidential politics. If you think right now I give a damn about presidential politics, then you don't know me.”

That kind of candor and honesty was refreshing, especially coming from someone who previously was extremely critical of the President.

Let's follow his example and all take the high road for a change.

My name is Stu Cassell and I support this message (I should, I wrote it).

A Day To Remember

Election Days are always important, especially the ones that only come every four years (like Leap Day) - the election to opt to retain or change the party or person currently in power.

It's all over by the time you're reading this, so at this point it doesn't matter.  And I should note that I am writing this ON election day, but you won't see it until tomorrow.

November 6, 2012, oddly enough, would also have been my 25th wedding anniversary, had I done the marriage thing right the first time.  Happy Anniversary, Tom, wherever you are.  I still miss having you in my life, while simultaneously understanding that perhaps it's best that we had no children.

None of my Facebook friends, with the possible exception of a few who talk to me personally and who I know in advance their voting strategy, know how I voted today.  Even my husband doesn't know how I voted the whole ballot early this morning.

Not that I don't enjoy a good conversation with my agree-to-disagree husband. We could even debate opposing viewpoints with respect, because that's how we roll.  But we have so little time to just sit and talk these days, between my working for micro-pay while trying to find a "real" job, and his attempts to find a real job himself while collecting gratefully some of that which Uncle Sam provides for those of us over a certain age.

While Jack and I were walking this morning, I was listening to a very interesting show on NPR regarding the psychology of elections and the polarization of this country to one side or the other.  There are some very interesting components that make up each person's own beliefs, including the usual (race, religion, gender, etc.) but also a lot of other associations.

On the TV show "Survivor," soon after the first season, there came about the idea of "an alliance" which is multiple players joining forces to outnumber the other tribe(s).  At this point, I see Republican and Democrat as nothing more than two giant Survivor Alliances.

In my opinion, what keeps this country free is the balance of power among (not between, because even on the ballot there are more than two parties) the various factions.  The President himself (and someday maybe herself) simply does not wield enough individual power to radically change anything.

Also in my opinion, the constant strident and vitriolic arguing among some (not ALL) members of each party is not resolving or helping anything.  Life is already too noisy and chaotic to hear over all the yelling, especially when you don't wan't to hear it.

Speaking of chaotic, while Jack and I were out walking, we met one of the neighbor's dogs who came barreling across the street from his human's control to meet us this morning.  The dog's name was Chaos.  I'm still smiling about that name, which by itself could be a whole other blog entry.

Anyway, our time on this Earth is limited, and probably shorter for each of us than we would like.  An awareness of the finite quality of life certainly makes one (me, at least) take pause to consider how each minute of each day is spent.  I would rather be writing, for example, than arguing politics with my husband or anyone else.

I now return to my low-paying (when measured by my working hour), but still PAYING, job, on which I have a deadline that is six hours away.  That deadline always sneaks up on me.  Time doesn't really speed up or slow down, but it certainly seems that way when I'm goofing off.

Please note that the world is still turning and things are pretty much the same after election day. I already knew this yesterday, as did most of you reading this.  :)

Brain dump - or Metadata from the Treadmill.

It's a cold and rainy morning in St. Louis County, Missouri.  Jack wanted to walk outside as always, and I wouldn't have minded doing that because I do enjoy it.  But Mommy doesn't do well on slick leaves or other wet surfaces.  She is not old but she's not young either.

Jack will have to wait.  Mommy must use the treadmill.  How far?  Around Lake Verona.  1.3 miles.

How did I get this radio to play National Public Radio at 90.7 FM W--- can't remember.  Not important.

Wrong buttons hit.  Power is now on, clock is flashing.  Screw the clock.  I don't have time for this crap.  Many buttons hit, finally open/close CD deck.  No more flashing clock.

Source. Ah, there's talk radio.  Start treadmill, insert ear buds.  Man, it's chilly in this basement.  Hope Stu is OK next door in his new office where I hear TV and hammering.

Are they talking about Gaugin or the other painter?  My mind is wandering and I will not try to remember this too hard.  The blog may be permanent, but it's not important.

Better than Facebook, though, if I really want to be a writer.

Don't be too hard on yourself about the spelling and puncture-ation.  Keep it organic.

We now go to a break - OK, where's that preset button on this remote?  A-ha.

Oh, no.  I did NOT hit auto-program at some point on this radio.  Not in a BASEMENT in a major metropolitan area.  Static, static, static.  Sigh.  Gotta learn how to use this thing.

There's music I can walk to.  Just dance.  Duh, duh, duh-duh, just dance.

We've raised ya-dee-blah dollars for victims of Hurricane Sandy - I "should" care about this, so pay attention.  And here's how YOU can help.  Well, maybe I can't, but, Dear Lord, please help the victims of Hurricane Sandy to get what they need and survive, physically and emotionally.

OK.  Change the station again.  Where's that Brew?

I'm going off the rails on the Crazy Train.  Yeah, I sure am.  Stu says not to call myself "crazy".

Sharon Osbourne did WHAT?  Like Kelly Bundy... er, Christina Applegate... yeah, great article on her in MORE magazine.  Apparently she WAS diagnosed first, poor thing.  Sharon wants to be around for her great grandchildren-- wait, what?  Does she even have grandchildren yet?

How old is Sharon... as old as me or older?  Probably older.  Don't go there, don't do the age thing.  I'm 45.  I'm 53, I'm gonna be - STOP DOING MATH ALREADY.  November of 19- blah blah.  That's all you need to know to be totally truthful. 

Remember in the interview you simply say if asked "I have twenty more years to work".  TRUE STATEMENT.

Wow, I'm getting winded.  Where am I now?  I think I'm coming up the big hill on Circle Street with the lake on the right.  That makes sense.  Yay.

Love this old Mott the Hoople song, it's me.  Once bitten, twice shy, babe.  Yeah, that's it.  My big mental brick wall.  Sorry, we're closed.  LOL.

They did not just say "The Brew" in the lyrics??? Clever marketing for this station.

They did NOT just say she has a Kindle in the lyrics?  What is this, a remake?  Oh yeah, they call it a "cover".  Well, cover THIS.  At least it isn't auto-tuned.  UGH.

Change the station.  OK, I love this but I can't walk to it.  Well, smart-ass, maybe that means you aren't supposed to be walking that fast.  It's organic.

Am I an IT Professional - Oh, crap, how I hate those damned abbreviations.  I don't really think I am IT in all caps.  Maybe that's part of the problem.

Am I an Information Technology Professional?  Am I a writer?  Am I a singer or musician?

The answer is Yes.

Is someone trying to sell me something here?  Are they trying to control me?  Do they want me to give money to hurricane victims?  Are they trying to force me into voting their way or buying their product?

I do need a real job, don't I.  Yes.

The answer is Money.

OK, enough time wasted.  I have reached destination 310 E. Main Street with all the yard work needing done.  Or, my current house with all the raking needing done.  Maybe Stu will do it like he did before.  

It's a virtual walk anyway.  1.3 miles is enough.  Time to stop.

Walking in Circles

Today's grocery shopping expedition presented me some unique challenges.  What does one do when one is in a land that is new and yet familiar?

Everyone who knows me knows that I LOVE Aldi.  It's the ultimate in grocery shopping with great quality, not too many choices, and logical, consistent store layouts.  At least the German blood in me truly loves Aldi.  

For the record, the German part of me is also responsible for my love of imported beer and fattening foods... but I digress.

I had no trouble getting all the items on our list quickly, with one exception that Stu added:  "Parmesan Cheese (Jar)".  I knew exactly what he meant - he is my husband of nearly 14 years, after all - but I usually manage to pawn off all the regular grocery shopping on him.  So where in Aldi does one find this item?

After making numerous circles around the busy Bridgeton store, and actually saying to myself out loud at one point, "Dorothy, we're not in Sebring anymore," I was finding myself a bit frustrated.  

Did I ever actually purchase the "jar" of parmesan cheese at Sebring Aldi?  Would it need to be in a refrigerated display or just on a shelf?  Even I was aware it couldn't be in the freezer case, but that didn't stop me from walking past it a few times.

At this point, I was torn between channeling my Inner German (Bob Lucas), praying to St. Anthony (patron saint of lost articles), and trying to find a non-busy store employee on a ridiculously busy shopping day.  

I had almost reached option three above (but not quite) when I found myself passing the young mother carrying on a dialogue with her young son about "helping with the shopping" for the fifth time, and silently sympathizing with her plight.  

(But hey - the dialogue was in English!  Hey, Dorothy, we're not in Sebring anymore!)

At last the Inner German spoke to me and gave me an idea of why the "parmesan cheese (jar)" would not be found anywhere near the other variety of cheeses scattered throughout the store.  "Hey, Em (my father's nickname for me) - what do you use it with?"

Parmesan Cheese (Jar) was then quickly found, right near the pasta where it belonged.

Dear Lord, please help keep my mind flexible in this land of new challenges - and please help me not to lose it in the process.

A Reluctant Lesson in... Technology?

As I often do these days without the structure of a day job, I spent way too long on Facebook this morning, conversing with several friends in Highlands County, FL.

For a variety of reasons, many of them are able to live relative lives of leisure as compared with the hustle and bustle of a big city.  Let's face it - life just moves at a slower pace back there, which I often catch myself missing.

Around 10 a.m., Jack came to me and started whimpering.  I honestly think he might have somehow read my mind, because I was having a conversation with a FL friend that made me think about my and Jack's daily walk.

I let him outside so that I could get dressed for the walk in the normal-for-this-time-of-year (unpredictable and constantly changing) St. Louis weather.  It's hard to dress even simply with a 48-pound dog jumping all over you.

I couldn't even check the forecast online and get dressed in layers deemed appropriate, including shoes and socks, before he started barking frantically "I Want Inside NOW!"

I finally finished getting enough clothing on to go let him in.  It was raining and he was wet!

At this point, much as Jack could have used the walk (especially with his recent weight gain noted at yesterday's vet visit), I decided I needed to walk alone on the treadmill in the basement.

Let me start by saying that Stu is nothing short of a genius and a very loving husband. He has set up for me the most wonderful exercise room, complete with treadmill, fan to cool, and technology to entertain.  The "technology to entertain" this morning proved a bit confounding to my imperfect self.

I'm still not sure if it was the order in which I did things or just technological barriers to “stealing TV shows” - which I was not trying to do - but I never anticipated this level of challenge, which actually took longer than the walking itself of 1.3 miles (the distance around Lake Verona).

Along with our subscription to DirecTV (and two paid DVRs) Stu got some software which allows you to watch the shows you have recorded on a DVR, which is connected to your home computer network, on your computer.

Stu's laptop, which normally sits on a desk/tray on his bed in his bedroom (a.k.a. his "office"), is the combination of newest and most portable computer we own.  It's also the only one of our three computers which can connect to a modern flat screen TV (which we bought in early 2010 for our FL bed and breakfast) via an HDMI cable. 

Since Stu was gone shopping for groceries and hardware necessities, I decided I would grab his laptop and borrow it for the treadmill before he got back, and hopefully leave it in a way that he wouldn't even know I had borrowed it.

I unplugged the electrical cord and carried it and the laptop, with the mouse and mouse pad, downstairs.  After connecting the laptop up to the downstairs outlet, a network signal extender, and the HDMI cable already attached to the TV set hanging on the wall, I went to turn on the TV with the remote.

The TV would not respond, and I assumed that the batteries in the remote had died.  After all, these were probably the original batteries that were in the remote when we bought the TV, even though the actual TV remote was rarely used since we had DirecTV (and remotes) in all the guest rooms.

I reinforced my original assumption by pulling out and discarding the two AA batteries, clearly labeled with a foreign name.  Let's get some good old American batteries – Eveready (headquartered in St. Louis, by the way) - that we know are relatively new (checked the date printed on them).

Still no response, and then I realized the error was human (never assume because you make an... you know the rest).  Murphy's Law says (or should say) that the appliance always works better WHEN YOU PLUG IT IN.  Duh!

OK, with the TV and the laptop both receiving electricity, the Windows Desktop was clearly visible on the large Visio TV screen.

At this point, according to repeated error messages, the DirecTV software seemed to think I was trying to use more than one monitor at a time (the laptop AND the TV set). I closed the laptop lid to turn off one of the two monitors.

I restarted both the computer and the software several times without success. I finally figured, "_____ this, I'm spending more time on the _____ technology than I will be able to spend on the _____ workout."  You can fill in the blanks with your own expletives of choice.

At this point, the TV was displaying Stu's desktop with a window where DirecTV was trying to download software, as shown in the illustration at the top of this blog.  It gave me something to look at, anyway, for the duration of my walk, along with comparing current weather conditions between Avon Park, FL and Bridgeton, MO.

Also in our basement fitness room is an old combination CD player/AM-FM radio/receiver, circa 2003, which Stu has also somehow gotten connected to the TV.  

This device is still amazingly complex if you have neither the original manual nor the brain of a 20-year-old.  Its purpose in this equation is to allow me to listen with headphones to the TV while walking on the noisy treadmill, and it has its own remote to control volume while walking.

My thought process at this point was something like, OK, I can stand to walk without TV, but please let me have music or talk radio, because I don't even have the dog or my neighborhood to entertain me today.  Yes, I am spoiled!

It took me an amazingly long time to figure out how to get the radio part of this device tuned to something besides 730 AM, which is great for Barry Foster on WWTK in Florida, but yields nothing but static in a basement in Bridgeton, MO.

There were so many buttons, all of them doing at least double if not triple duty, that even with my new magic bifocals, my old not-so-magic brain wasn't doing so well.

After way too much struggling for a woman who is trying to make a living in technology, I managed to get pre-set buttons number 5, 7 and 8 (or some such thing) set to Y-98, Brew 100.3, and KWMU St. Louis Public Radio.

And so I walked to some very new music, some old rock and roll, and some talk radio.  All were interesting for their own reasons.  

I had to resist the temptation during the fast tunes to adjust treadmill speed to anything like my former peak walking speed (when I was 30 and weighed 115 lbs.), but I did indulge myself in setting it to somewhere near the music tempo when it was less than about 3.5 mi/hr.  

Jack was patiently waiting for me at the top of the steps when I finished my solo workout.  Between a fear of our 2007 basement in Creve Coeur, MO, and being trained not to go upstairs to the guest rooms at Lake Verona Lodge Bed and Breakfast, I guess he hadn't felt compelled to follow me if it meant stairs.

I went to let him outside again, and saw that it was no longer raining.  This prompted a lengthy string of apologies from me to the dog.  Surely by now he knows Mommy is crazy, but he still loves me.  And that's why dogs are much better than technology.  The End.

Living Life In Color

Today was another great day for a walk around the subdivision.  It was actually a little bit chilly when Jack and I started out, and it was already late (close to 10 a.m.), but I was happy in my shorts and t-shirt.  I had to wonder what the older couple who walked by wearing jeans and fleece jackets thought, but they didn't seem to notice, and that's just fine.

Living in the moment means you enjoy today without dwelling on the future.  I'm getting better at doing just that.  When you worry about winter cold and ice, you miss the beauty of autumn, and I think I missed MANY autumns in just that way before moving to Florida.

I do, however, find myself hunting for clues of the impending color show that we will soon have in this area.  And I did find one which I captured on my phone and am sharing here.  At first I thought it might just be those berries, or some dead leaves, so I literally crossed the street to get a closer look.  No doubt about it - the magic has begun.

I have always loved diverse colors.  As a child, one of my favorite things in the world was the fireworks at 4th of July.  My dad used to always take me to see a display somewhere in the area that wasn't too crowded.  

Dad knew I loved the sights and sounds of fireworks displays (except the really loud bombs) and parades (even though the drums made my tummy feel funny).  I never knew how much he hated crowds and traffic when I was young, and I have to give him a lot of credit for that.

This past summer, for the 3rd straight year, I had the best seat in the house for a really spectacular fireworks display over Lake Verona in Avon Park, Florida.  Who can complain about sitting in a lawn chair in your own driveway watching the most AMAZING colors right over your head, and yet being able to hear the cheers from the more crowded viewing points all around the lake?  No matter how depressed you might be, you can't help yourself from being in awe at a moment like that.  I loved it.

I always thought I would love living somewhere where I didn't have to deal with ice and snow.  At first, I did, just because it was DIFFERENT.  But I sure learned a lot about myself in the last three years or so.  Always green can be boring.  Always either hot or hotter can be boring and quite uncomfortable for a woman with hot flashes.  Always anything is never different.  

I'm not sure the editing police will like that last sentence above, but I do.  And it's my blog.

Different is good.  Different means change.  Change means growth and adaptation.  These are the things that keep us young.  I don't want to ever get old in my mind.  I know my body will get old and already has its limitations, but rather than brace myself against those and other changes, I'm going to try something different.

I leave you with a quote from one of my all time favorite vocal groups, Carpenters, from their song "It's Going To Take Some Time."

But like the young trees in the wintertime, I'll learn how to bend.

Thoughts While Walking

I do some of my best thinking while my feet are moving.  Therefore, my daily walk of 1.2 miles has provided me with a lot of interesting ideas.  Here are a few of those thoughts on several topics.

On Walking

While I was unemployed in Florida, I always needed to walk “first thing in the morning” unless I wanted to be really hot, especially in the summer.  

Not that I intend to remain unemployed for any length of time here in Missouri – because I do not – but on a positive note, here I can walk any time of day, even later after it has warmed up to a tolerable temperature.  

I love walking in the brisk cool air of autumn.  Year round, ideally, I will only need to use the treadmill on icy, snowy or rainy days as long as the temperature stays above freezing.

On dry pavement, my biggest hazard walking here in MO are those little landmines that fall off the Sweetgum trees – and I watch carefully for those after once falling on one in 2008.

On Honesty, Job Hunting and Social Media

I have always prided myself on being a very honest person, but I have been told that my level of honesty can hurt me while job hunting.  

I agree that over-sharing or venting on Facebook, or (God forbid) discussing politics or even showing a political bias on Facebook can certainly hurt my chances at a good job.  But I draw the line at dishonesty. 

Here’s the thing.  Most real facts about me are not that hard to find out.  While I don’t wear my age tattooed on my forehead, it is a matter of public record, and I really don’t work that hard to hide it, either.  

My mother actually had an incorrect year of birth – one year later than truth - on her driver’s license in an attempt to look younger than my father (she wasn’t, but she was only 6 months older than him, which in my mind isn’t a big deal).  

OK, to be fair, I must admit that my last MO driver’s license listed my weight at 150.  The truth is it’s higher than that at the present, and has been for years.  

The woman at the license bureau, who was able to call up my old MO information in her computer, said she’d leave it at 150.  However, she went ahead and updated my husband’s new license to his actual stated weight.  

What’s the difference there?  Maybe men prefer accuracy while women prefer a soft focus?  Hmmm. 

This morning I reviewed my Facebook “Timeline” (and yes, I hate it too, but we won’t go into that here) from the perspective of an anonymous public person.  

I didn’t see anything I needed to delete, and that’s a good thing.  Anyone who wants to read all that will be seeing the “real” me, and I’m fine with that.  

Everyone with whom I have interviewed or spoken regarding a position to date has received the truth.  Yes, it’s a positive slanting, somewhat edited version of the truth, but it’s as honest as I can be.  

I hate even telling the tiniest lie when I don’t have to.  There are two reasons for that.  First, I can’t keep my story straight if I lie, and I don’t want to have to be sure every resume I ever posted has the exact same information.  

Second, I have one of those expressive faces that would probably display “SHE’S LYING” in large scrolling letters across my forehead if I did. 

I still believe honesty is the best policy.  An employer who is the best fit for me will appreciate this, as have others in the past.

On Big City versus Small Town Culture

I’m sure there are those native St. Louisans who believe that St. Louis is a small town at heart, and there is some truth in that.  But when you have actually lived in a really small town like Avon Park, Florida, the cultural differences are very apparent and it's good to respect them. 

While walking Jack in Avon Park, there were two main groupings of other pedestrians we would encounter.   The first group were those afraid of dogs.  Those people would literally cross the street to avoid Jack in many cases, even if they would wave hello or shout “Good Morning”.  

I learned the value of short-leashing him quickly if they chose to share the sidewalk, or even moving over to the grass with him short-leashed so they could pass without fear. 

The second group in Avon Park were the friendly folk.  These included locals and tourists of all ages, ethnic groups, and income levels.  

Walking around Lake Verona on the selected streets with sidewalks was a very common thing, and that’s where you would always see pedestrians.  Most would smile and say at least “Good Morning.”  Many others would literally stop and have a conversation with me and pet Jack. 

Here in Bridgeton in my little subdivision, there seems to be a good mix of younger working people and retirees.  Every last property is well kept up even though I don’t see many people on my walk.  

Those pedestrians that I do meet do not always volunteer a greeting of any sort.  And that’s OK.  

People are busy and sometimes shy.  I myself have not always volunteered greetings while walking unless the other person is directly in my path, depending on my mood.  

And it’s not a small town.  I can respect that difference even as I am sensitive to it.  There are plenty of people even here who will chat for a moment, and as long as I have the time to do so, I enjoy that.

Conclusion

It’s great to be able to walk 1.2 miles every day and have my time to think about so many things and get my thoughts organized, whether or not I choose to put them down on paper.  

Many of my daily thoughts are related to organizing my life and my job search, and that’s not mostly blog-worthy stuff for anyone who isn’t very much like me in age, interests and profession.  

But I do enjoy sharing some thoughts with others, and I hope you enjoy it, too. 

Post Script While Publishing

I normally compose in Microsoft Word, and sometime between my last blog and this one, they have completely revamped the Blogger editor.  

I think it will save time next time if I actually do my composing on their editor and then cut and paste a text version into Word to save it afterwards.  It's either that, or fight with the HTML code to get it formatted the way I want it.  

Come to think of it, maybe it's not such a bad thing to get very familiar with HTML code again.  :)