Wednesday, December 20, 2017

Retirement Is A Full Time Job...I am not bored yet


Retired. Retreat. Seclusion. Removal. Paroled. Released. Pension. Left occupation permanently. Call retirement whichever term you prefer.  
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On July 28, 2017, I became of age, again. The theme was retirement. It came about during the ongoing Trumpisms, by now the world has been informed that Donald Trump had won the 2016 Presidency of the United States of America, and allegations of sexual harassment by some of our men in power. Their featured trait is nimble-hands. They enjoy, feeling and touching. Why can’t they look but don’t touch? Are they governed by their genitalia? Back in the day my parents would say to me “look but don’t touch” and that was when I became deeply focused on something interesting: candy, gadget, pen or figurine. My parents knew that unauthorized touching could lead to problems. They had no time to address the innocent, inquisitive and curious mind of a child because they would be held accountable for any damage done.




Can I say the same thing about the grown arse men who behave like a rooster in a coop with a hundred hens? Or, of those who have the tenacity of a bulldog when they see a target. Woof! Woof! Give it up! I want that body. They play on the vulnerability of females all the time. And always the females who are in dire need.  Females with aspirations.  They have no shame in saying, I have the handle of the knife and you have the blade. Oh my God! How disheartening and sad, just thinking about the nonsense of it.  They are like salesmen. The swaying and most believable line to make the females’ heart race and drop their panties quickly is, “the ball is in your court”. Get the hell away! Not that ball?! It is the last and saddest ball any woman would want to play with especially when it is thrown at her against her will. If a woman should go through life giving into men’s heartlessness because she has an obligation to provide for her family and take care of herself, soon she would look like a retired whore. Beaten down and haggard looking.  

Retired! Subtracting the aforementioned. I am happy that my coming of age on July 28, 2017 allowed me to retire with dignity and not against my will. I embraced my retirement as a big deal. Bigger than the other coming of age times such as when I had stepped into the threshold of womanhood, became eligible to eat large portions of food like my parents did, go on dates, get married, do the horizontal or the missionary which by chance gave way to birth and life. The wait for those segments in life were filled with anxiety, anticipation and imagination. But now that retirement is here, it encompasses all of that with one other element added: my freedom. And here’s to my retirement in a jailhouse glowing perspective of employment: I was finally paroled after 30 years, 3 months and 1 day to the date. It was the dawn of the golden age, without wearing pampers, I hope. And in which I can do anything and feel comfortable doing it without the watchful eye of a clock. All 24 hours every day belongs to me because I earned it.




Bye to a wild commute: No more crowded subways. No more looping in and out of crowds in the landmark Grand Central Station. No more unexpected dance with a stranger as I walk along the busy jampacked streets and subway platforms. No more shielding my nose with my hand to block the morning coffee-breath beside me. No more display of a straphanger’s “throat-hole” on account of an uncovered yawn. No more stale liquor fumes to inhale...mostly vodka.  No more dodging spitballs as straphangers engage in conversations. No more having to contend with the stench from a silent fart.  No more asking someone to cover their sneeze or cough. No more longing for a seat. No more screw-face from me at the straphanger who sprawls across the seat, taking up more than their fair share. No more saying “I can’t believe it”, at the straphanger who fills a seat with bags. No more feeling of disbelief at the riders who placed feet with shoes on the seats. No more viewing different shades of underwears from females dressed in micro mini and sitting in my line of vision with their legs wide apart. Likewise no more ogling of male genitals being displayed before me as I remain trapped in my space. No  more overpowering perfume and cologne to assault my senses. No more disrespectful vagrants and panhandlers to contend with.
Bye to the talented subway and street performers.  They were singers, dancers, comedians and magicians, entertaining at their best which was always enjoyable, especially after a hard day at work.

Bye to the romantic commuters who remained totally oblivious to their surroundings until a fellow commuter yells,”Go get a room”.

Bye to the happy hour spots and eateries where it was sometimes necessary to unwind before the hectic commute home.

Bye to all the strangers I had met along the way who became my friends away from home.

Bye! Bye! Bye! Bye! There were so many byes to be said and all were done without a miss.

Retirement is a full time job without pay. During my preparation leading up to retirement, the buzz from colleagues, friends and family was that boredom would hit me like a ton of bricks. Despite the fact that I had plans in place, the heads up about being bored worried me as it seemed like a course that retirees must chart. Well, after about three days into my retirement, it was obvious that being bored would not be in my portfolio. I had medical appointments to handle, followed up with social security which made me groan about the few pennies that would be bestowed on me after this and that were deducted, I desperately went into a scrounge mode to see if any other pennies were hidden anywhere, and get the full 411 on medicare and more.

Domestic trips. After the handling of those chores, I took a trip to somewhere. Returned to New York.  Took another trip. Returned to New York. Took another trip returned to New York. Took another trip returned to New York. Two more trips returned to New York.  Delta Airlines and American Airlines if you are reading this blog, please take stock of my up and down with you and my goings and comings. Besides that, it is imperative that I check on senior citizens discounts. Now that I am with a new status in life, I should not let anything that I am entitled to, go to waste or be overlooked.

Neighborhood. For the times when I am not flying or doing chores at my dwelling, I can be found strolling my neighborhood and looking at the new structures going up in every nook and cranny. The investors have no builder's remorse when it comes to putting up new buildings in the slimmest spot. The effort and intention is all about the rental and the amount of money that can be made. The rooms are not big and it is very important not to buy giant size furniture to take to these new apartments because they will not fit.  In some cases it seems as if you cannot maneuver properly in the room because of the space.  The joke is that if someone needs to turn it’s best to go outside and re enter the room in the desired position.  As for cost of homes, I never thought that I would live to see and hear about million-dollar prices  for homes in my neighborhood. I have lived in my neighborhood long enough to recall when it was considered a dangerous place to live. These days it is the most wanted place to live.




Talking with people. My next fun thing to do as I walk around in my neighborhood is to talk with people. I have listened to many stories and in doing so I have come to find out that there are a lot of homeless people walking around. Some have been abandoned by their children after aiding them financially.  Some have lost their place of abode because of illness and not being able to work.  Some are lazy. Some are mentally disturbed. I was also taken aback to find a few homeless Jamaicans among the bunch. Their stories are sad. I recall allowing one of the ladies to sleep at my dwelling for two nights. Please note that she came with a reference from a friend who had given her a few night’s shelter.  She is still without a place and refuses to go to a shelter.  

Hygiene is excellent among some homeless ladies. I must point out that most of the homeless ladies are properly dressed, face beautifully made up, manicured nails and hair properly groomed. Sometimes I chuckle to myself as I look at them walking with a purpose. It’s very hard to tell that they are homeless or down on their luck. And to back that up it would be a missed opportunity not to see the winning smile thrown at anyone who tells them how beautiful they look. They masked their troubles well quite unlike a couple other Jamaicans who would rather sleep on the paved sidewalk.  One in particular decided to return to Jamaica. She is no longer among the bunch. According to a report from someone I know, she is doing far better than when she had lived in America.






Hobbies. I have been doing my jewelry making, people watching and reading.

Facebook. I need to scale back on my visits to Facebook.  I am in control. Not Facebook. I have to admit that it is a therapy spot for me though. I go there  to gallivant.

News reports. I am consumed by all the sexual harassment scandal and Trumpisms because there are no other news to report...so it seems.

Children, grandchildren, friends and family.  They have been amazing and encouraging in all things good and uplifting.

Music. Music is top on my list. I took pleasure in going back to the days of playing cassettes. I even hauled out an old walkman.  According to the saying, “If music be the food of love play on”.

Pictures. My mobile phone is a God send. I have captured the wanted and unwanted. Their storylines are unique, interesting and amazing.

More Trips? Hmmm...I have the Island of Jamaica in mind.

The year 2018. Good health, wealth, prosperity, love and peace.

Tah-tah!  Each segment in our lives comes with a theme.


Grace Dunkley-Asphall, Copyright © 2017

Thursday, September 21, 2017

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Retirement is a full time job... I'm not bored yet! 


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Thursday, June 22, 2017

You Cannot Shoot Pool with Rope…Diabetes…Impotence

Participants in a game of Pool take aim. The set goal is to become a victor.
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Every so often we strategize our goals and purposes and then take aim yet fail in attaining them. Some people can cope with the results and some lose hope while others will keep on trying. In any case, though, a near miss at success is disappointing. Taking stock of the situation, it would be rather askew not to inject an adage from the elders of days gone by. They had a plaster for every wound so to speak. The adage that comes to mind is: Young boy a swear fi ripe coconut and ripe coconut a swear fi young boy. Clearly, the boy’s aim is to reap the coconut and then enjoy it; whereas the coconut in its ready state has one intention and that is to fall and hit him on his head. Sometimes an adage gives comfort in a situation and at another time it serves as a kick in the butt, a hint to try harder and with a stronger plan.



Illnesses can be viewed in the same manner. We swear against them and do everything possible to avoid them. Nonetheless they still attack us. Free radicals, environment, and artificial ingredients in foods are usually blamed for the onboarding of some illnesses. Gluttony is fingered too. On rare occasions heredity is also drawn into the situation. Diabetes is one of the illnesses that is linked to heredity. I bring to mind my childhood when diabetes was referred to as sugar by the elders.  They concurred that people suffering with diabetes consumed too much sugar. If they suspected anyone of being a diabetic, they would tell them to pee and place it in a spot to see if ants would “follow it”. If the ants did, the person who donated the specimen was a diabetic by their standards and stood the possibility of losing a leg or eyesight.

To the contrary the elders also told us that eating too much sweets/candies is one of the causes for rotten teeth dubbed “bun rice” (burnt rice). Adding to that a child was repeatedly told that devouring a large quantity of sweets would produce worms in their bodies.  Were those elders trying to confuse us?  Perhaps that was their way of scaring us into keeping sound healthy teeth. To witness a smile showing a bunch of rotten teeth wasn’t pleasant. Neither was it a pleasant feeling when worms mostly came out at night to tickle our butt-area. In addition to that was the mayhem and excitement created amongst some of us when one dangled as we pooped.  We frantically ran around screaming and hollering, TAKE IT OUT! MURDER! MAMA! WORM!  It is no wonder some of us to this day are traumatized on sighting a worm. While the obscure treasures of the Third World linger, the essential point is that diabetes is an awful disease.

I recall one stormy Sunday evening when a friend expressed to me that he is smitten with diabetes which has him going back and forth to the Doctor and on a few occasions resulted in hospital stays.  I was impressed with his honesty as he revealed that this disease had interrupted his sex life. Today only a few men would have been so candid. The others are with ego and would rather die than to let anyone know that their penises can no longer muster a full erection. Pssst! Hey men! Let me pause to say that it is okay if your huge spout or your little nuisance cannot function the way it used to. It is with hope that you had used it wisely. Give thanks for life as it is now.  Also give thanks for the good times, the many rides, and conquests. Beat yourselves though and ask for forgiveness if you had caused damages. Your drive towards sex may have ended prematurely but not your life. There are other things in life to be mindful of other than sexual intercourse.  Even the life of an energizer bunny must end one day. Or, as the elders would have said: every rope has an end.

Listening to my friend, as he spoke of his diabetic condition was very interesting. It was not a pity party at all as most people would have expected. He mentioned about his extremely caring girlfriend who monitors his diet and is quite satisfied with the “new him”. He expressed his happiness in holding hands with his girlfriend when they take strolls, something he had never done before. Admiration for the curves on her body devoured him, tracing every details with his hands, instead of just lunging at her vagina. He seemingly gained a new lease on life which allows him to explore her beauty that was taken for granted. The invitation by his Doctor to try Viagra didn’t chalk up to anything much. Using it once was enough for him. A comic by nature, he said that he appreciated the fact that his penis can still hold up its head, on its own, enough to blow its nose. LOL.

My friend is a blessed man because currently which young woman in her right mind wouldn’t want to have a man who can penetrate her with a rock hard penis during sexual intercourse. Alternatively, it’s a known fact that in the case of an impotent man some girls are contended to go along with the mantra: What him lose in the waist him gain in the face…embracing oral sex. Of course, I didn’t dare to ask my friend if he indulged in oral sex. As far as I am concerned it is a personal and private activity and should not be broadcasted even if it makes you feel as if you are on the glory train and would like to testify about its goodness and what it has done for you. 

As the evening narrowed into night, the conversation between us meant a lot to me. I relish talking with people and especially with those who are going through an experience or have been through an experience. There is something to learn. As such the trajectory on diabetes should be exposed before many are ravished. In summing things up, my friend believes there are women waiting in the wings to relieve men of their money because their sexual prowess is no longer in tip top form. The younger women are apparently the ones to look out for. They are marketable among older men, haughty and with challenge, whose aim is to show the world and people in their circles that they are with a younger woman. That will not be the case with my friend. He refuses to entertain any. None will hanker around him for his pension or hard earned money because he has revealed his sexual slogan: You cannot shoot pool with rope.

Tah-tah!   Be true to yourself so that you can be true to others.

Grace Dunkley-Asphall, Copyright © 2017

Friday, May 12, 2017

Don’t Shred Your Coconut in My Toto

I wonder what the world would be like if everyone should express similar beliefs and diets.
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For some people the sight of a coconut brings to mind rum, vacation, freedom, lazy days, flip-flops, straw hats, a stress free lifestyle and floral clothing.  Life in the tropics was always touted as being conducive to good health, thanks to the coconut which most people have identified with.  Ask the elders of yesteryear and they would have told you that coconut water is a great thirst quencher and the only water that goes straight to the heart.  Equally soothing to the soul is the signature picture of the tropics, an ocean with blue water and a single coconut tree standing guard.  Chiefly though, like a true agriculturalist, it is noteworthy to mention that the coconut tree is a member of the palm family and is significant to the tropical and subtropical climates.



Genus, endosperm, copra, drupe, mesocarp, pericarp, epicarp and endocarp are some of the endorsed labels that are associated with the anatomy of the coconut.  The translations are welcome and when put into proper perspective they give credence to the perverse minds of humans.  If the translations are not clear, view the handling of a coconut by a consumer.  Nature makes no apology in it delivery as the skin is peeled away, exposing the waiting flesh in the middle ready to be eaten.  Besides courting the freak in humans, the coconut is also known for its resourcefulness.  In its immature stage it is referred to as “jelly coconut” because of its tender meat or flesh and abundance of water.  The meat of the matured coconut is hard; from which oil and milk can be derived.  The shell is used as charcoal or carved into jewelry and other items; whereas the coir from the fibrous husk is used as stuffing for mattresses. With all those assets and more, the coconut essentially equates to wholeness.



As a child I was frightened by the height of the coconut tree and the tales that surrounded it.  The most interesting tale was about its association to the supernatural world.  For example, pieces of meat from the matured coconut were placed in designated areas in and around the home to trap evil spirits or to be more cultural “run di duppy dem”.  I also recall the coconut being used as a weapon.  It functions like the stone.  One forceful strike on any area of a person’s body, especially the forehead, could be ruinous.   Then there were times when the physique of the coconut tree was used to verbally abuse a lanky person, “Goh wey!  Yuh lang like coconut tree”.  The most astonishing display of the verbal abuse was when the abuser included the owner of the coconut tree to bestow the abuse, “Goh wey! Yuh lang like Mass Jim coconut tree”. Some songsters also used the coconut to convey sexual advances and thirst.  Digging into my memory bank one such song carried the lyric, “Coconut wata good fi yuh dawta”.  If that wasn’t enough just listen to a Jamaican who detests when someone lies to them, “Yuh going straight tuh hell in a coconut shell”.  It’s hard not to look at the fact that a dried coconut shell vigorously fuels fire.



The most admired recollection of the coconut is the entrepreneurial spirit it had brought among the people who were financially challenged.  They were propelled into making cooking oil from the meat of the matured coconut for home use and peddling.  At the time, the popular brand Puritan or other refined oils would have left them broke if they were to cook with them every day.  Additionally, the coconut oil that they made was also used for skin care and medicinal purposes.  Their resilience and skill also led them to produce milk from the coconut which they used in teas, coffee, soups, porridge and other foods.  The phrase “tough cookie” is relevant to the coconut.  It is by name, fame and nature.  It rose from the scrutiny of the rich who had viewed it as a poor man’s food, back in the day, to being one of the most sought after produce.

More and more each day the ultra-nutritional benefits of the coconut have been alarming according to reports and research, enough to drive its lovers nuts.  It has become a popular and main ingredient in most concoctions produced in the kitchen.  I think of the delectable indulgences especially the Jamaican ones such as cassava, potato and corn puddings, toto, grater-cake, drops and the roast coconut which was one of my favorite childhood treats.  Today, the toto is a big winner for me from among the list of coconut products.  It has become a handy snack at home and work.  It would be an evil act in the culinary world not to add coconut as one of the ingredients when making TOTO.



However, my one desire is not to have any one shred their coconut in my toto.  The toto is not a participant in a ticker tape parade.  The confetti look alike pieces of coconut dodge my bites all the time.  It is impossible to chew the slender suckers without biting my tongue.  I spend too much energy focusing on how to get rid of them instead of enjoying the real taste of coconut in my toto.

While I am at the heart of the shredding of coconut in my toto, I have also noticed the coconut drizzle in its various debut.  What’s up with that?  Please stop with the coconut drizzle.  Sometimes it drizzles so much that it floods away the taste of the other ingredients in the food.  I know that I am not the only being around but it’s important to remain calm in the kitchen and not be carried away by creative juices.  My toto is not a “cook-off” game.  Be nice to me.  Let me enjoy a chunky piece of coconut in my toto.  Let me get a good bite of it, chew and then swallow. That is all I desire and when all my teeth are gone due to aging I will have grated coconut in my toto, soft and poh-toh poh-toh (slushy).

Tah-tah!   The things that have been overlooked could be important. 


Grace Dunkley-Asphall, Copyright © 2017

Wednesday, March 15, 2017

The Power of the Old Fashioned Thank You

Thank you!   Spasibo!   Many Thanks!   Yekeniyeley!   Thanks!   Gracias!   Tenk yuh!   Merci!   Danke! Diakuyu!
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To count the many ways to say thank-you is alluring.  Perhaps even more alluring are the various languages in which it can be said: English, Russian, Tigrinya (Eritrea), Spanish, Jamaican dialect, German, and Ukrainian just to name a few.  It is also important to know that some people express gratitude through actions.  They will give a card, gift, flowers or extend an invitation to dine at a fancy restaurant. And believe it or not some people usually count on giving a session of revved up sexual intercourse.  For them there is no other thank you as grand as that.  If anyone is surprised about this, you are not alone because I often wonder why the method of procreation has to be dragged into almost everything we do.  Is there a presumptive reminder here?  I leave this for the rocket scientist to figure out :).



In the meantime, the improvement in technology has given leads on how to funnel thank yous.  Send a video message, skype or do FaceTime.  Online shopping would serve well for the people who express gratitude through action.  Buy and ship. No waiting on lines as seen at the Post Office or elsewhere.  Likewise, there are others who would rather send an electronic thank you.  Chose an item be it word-based or pictorial and then upload and send to the intended recipients via Facebook, email or any other form of social media.  This method is super-duper for the frugal, lazy bones and the people who view thank you as a trend instead of good breeding.  On the other hand, such senders will quickly remind the recipients who oppose the method that it is the thought that counts. Sure enough it is good to keep that thought and treasure it too but the concept of leaving bricks and mortar to exist in a virtual world has taken away the person to person interaction which contributes to a joyful soul.  Some things are more acceptable when they are not in an artificial state especially among the people with strong emotions.

Electronic devices amount to fun for some people.  They are drawn to the assembled pieces of gold, aluminum and other materials which constitute a computer. The truth is that the computer has a brain like the human and can be programmed to do or say anything.  It can be polite: Tell me in a few words what you are calling about. It can be insulting: I am afraid I do not understand you.  It can be curt:  Goodbye.  It can be unsympathetic: You do not have sufficient funds for this transaction.  Regardless of how efficient a computer is it does not give the same vibrations or connectedness like a human would.  Thank yous should be a part of our daily interactions with people.  For example, inasmuch as we pay for our taxi rides, we should say thank you to the driver when we get to our destination.  If someone holds the door for us we should say thank you.  If someone bags our groceries at the supermarket we should say thank you.  If someone gives up a seat on the train to another rider, it is incumbent for that rider to say thank you.  We should never ever take thank you for granted or hold it for a ransom. A thank you doled out could make someone’s day.

It is poignant to me whenever I receive a thank you note or card which is handwritten instead of being typed.  It is enlivening.  It leaves a great impression.  To top it all, the five senses will be involved upon receipt.  It will replace what electronic means has robbed us of.  A good old fashioned handwritten thank you note or card embodies civility.  Sometimes our daily maneuvers should not be centered around quickness or anything artificial. Instead it should be about the basic things in our environment that use to bring us satisfaction and happiness.  Therefore, it’s time to retrieve a few note pads, fountain pens and inkwells and start writing THANK YOU the old fashioned way again.  Someone will be eagerly waiting to receive the precious back to basics.  Pick a leaf from a tree or take a petal from a rose, fold it in the note and then place it in an envelope.  Or, roll the note and put it in a tube. Upon receipt, it will boost the five traditional senses: sight, hearing, taste, smell and touch.

Tah-tah!   New broom sweeps clean but old broom knows corners. 

Grace Dunkley-Asphall, Copyright © 2017

Saturday, December 31, 2016

Leap Year 2016 In Review…Superstition, Idiosyncrasy and Adage

30 days hath September
April, June and November.
All the rest have 31,
Excepting February alone
Which has but 28 days clear
And 29 in each leap year.
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By the time this essay crosses paths with everyone, it is my wish that the year 2016 with one final day to complete its tenure would have been stopped in its tracks with its bucket of devastation, deluge and wicked wonders.

On the political front, the turn of events in the United States of America during the Presidential Campaign have been jaw dropping.  It wasn’t politics as usual.  The days of law and order and sticking to the rules and regulations were overrun by brutish modern style and sordid comedy.  It has also defined that a woman’s place is in the house…the small house which is the kitchen. To have galvanized a posse of rowdy women with frying pans, rolling pins and dutchies (cast iron pots) would have probably done the trick of chasing an “orange-hair” white man out of town thus giving America its first female President.  But as the beat went on and ended it’s now what will be will be.




To say the least though, during all the hullabaloos and shenanigans, the other extremes in life whether by free will and brute force were hardly noticed.  The tragic loss of family members and friends were merely given thought and so were all the major successes in our daily lives, surroundings or even in governmental affairs.  The social digest was so covered with hate that I had totally forgotten about the traits of a leap year. The elders from way back when had instilled in my head that a leap year is a year to be watched.  It is a year that is filled with major disasters and happenings. I have marked the behavior and I must say that there have been elements of truth in what the elders imparted. As an example, the elders mentioned that a woman who is in a relationship with a man becomes the aggressor by proposing to that man.  It is the one time that a woman can take the role of a man without being criticized of not having pride. We all know that the traditional way expects men to ask for a lady’s hand in marriage and not the other way around. It is also said that cooking black-eye peas on New Year's day will bring good luck throughout the year.

Tied into the superstitious settings of a leap year are other beliefs and idiosyncrasies that some individuals take on during the onset of any new year. For example: a) One should never wash dirty clothes on New Year’s Day because that will become chronic throughout the year. b) Throw away old brooms and buy new ones to sweep your houses. If not, ill luck will prevail throughout the new year. 

Beyond the New Year's beliefs, which I wish that I had enough time to list a few more, I also like to dabble in other kinds of adages of some sorts.  I will whet your appetite until another time: a) A dog’s toe nail draws lightening. So never be around any dog during the course of lightening. b) Do not wear one foot of a shoe and leave the other foot bare because it a sign of calling your mother’s death before time. c) On arriving at your home late at night, it is important to enter backwards to prevent any evil spirit, that trailed you, from entering your home :) :).  d) Tan an see nuh spwile noh dance. A interference mash it up. (Do not engage yourself in every activity).  e) Cotton tree should know how its behind stay before it calls wind. (Educate oneself before getting involved).

Last but not least, I hope that in 2017 we will exercise love.  We should all start a project by sewing the dodder/love bush/love weed to show some love.  Back in the day it was most children’s delight to pull a handful of dodder or love bush, cast it on a shrub or tree, spit on it and then call the name of a person that we were in love with.  If the plant grew and spread abundantly that meant that the person was also in love with us.  This little assignment always made me smile and brought joy to my soul.  On this note go spread the dodder.  Have a wonderful, healthy and prosperous 2017.


Tah-tah!  Spread some love.

Grace Dunkley-Asphall Copyright © 2016

Monday, November 7, 2016

Dear Millennials: I Refuse to Be Obsolete

How truthful is the phrase: When in Rome, do as the Romans do?
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Hey Millennials! WTF! ‘SUP with D lingo, technology N writing style? Please, allow me 2 introduce myself B4 U ask who the person is.  I am a Baby Boomer N anything U can do a Baby Boomer can do better. That is our mantra :).  U dig! So DYD, for one-minute, underestimate my/our full potential.  Yow! I am LML BC D abbreviations that U use when texting is off D chain…mad fly!  Oh sweat!  LMAO. I have never seen anything like that.  BTW just let me put it out there, somewhere in D universe, that Baby Boomers R familiar with abbreviations 2. We 2 believe in quick ways 2 convey thoughts N information.  It was common assault during my elementary school years 2 learn abbreviations N then quizzed by D class teacher on their meanings.  Some abbreviations spell real words N those R called acronyms.  FYI check D book called First Aid in English which gave me my first taste of abbreviations.  However, please keep in mind that D abbreviations in that book speak integrity which is a far cry from UR WTF N others of such nature.  LOL.  U Millennials really crack me up; if U know what I mean. We have been there N done that. We know D crude stuff 2. We R not innocent N have had a few wild moments in executing texts which include H E 2 STICK, BAS N @#!&%.



Millennials, U may LYAO at D mention of telegram.  WADR I am not insulting UR intelligence but do U know what a telegram is?  Back in D day telegrams were used where phones did not exist.  D messages were shaped with brevity 2 cut cost.  Less words would B less money. For example: Mother low come quick.  I recall D Jamaican women who used 2 take pleasure in sending messages 2 their love interests via telegram.  They enjoyed using cryptogram.  One such lady, over powered by her amorous feelings, resorted 2 D use of D abbreviations seen on D license plate of certain motor vehicles. D abbreviations were CMC (Commercial Motor Carrier) N PPV (Peoples Private Vehicle).  D cryptic manner conveyed otherwise: Come man come (CMC) Pussy Positively Vex (PPV). ROTFLMAO at this TMI.

LOL. B4 going further with this essay, let me pause N give my respect 2 D numbers’ posse that R tantamount 2 D pronunciation of some words.  It’s a pleasure 2 C them 2 incorporated in texts because they also save time N space. They R fly but not as fly as D official shorthand writings known as Greg, Pitman N ABC.  2 me they R D masters of all shorthand writings. Back in D day such shorthand was considered a RASS in D workplace N an important skill among D Baby Boomers who worked as an office clerk or a secretary.  Bosses dictated D contents of a business letter which was taken in shorthand N then accurately typed in Standard English in a jiffy.  Millennials, do U C what I am saying?  Beyond that some PPL who were enticed by this kind of shorthand writing took advantage of it for their personal use just 2 freak D hell out of D ignorant PPL N nosy parkers :) :) :).


 

Millennials, if U should go back in time U would notice that abbreviations N shorthand writing have come full circle.  As for technology it has been around a long time, not today, not yesterday but for a very long time.  I SMH at D way Baby Boomers R viewed when it comes 2 handling advanced technology.  Hey U guys it is only fair 2 say that U were born in an age that lives N breathe technology. Hence, U would B crazy not to master it.  Everything around these days R computer by nature so 2 speak.  I doubt if U even know D correct way to hold N use a pen N pencil.  2 a certain degree, advanced technology has engaged us in touch screen, voice command, electronic signature N all kinds of hullabaloo.

As for GPS we had it long before you had ever dreamt about it.  In D rural area of Jamaica GPS was 2 our beck N call in D form of D insect named Criss Alice. We dug deep in D earth 2 find them, hold them N ask them 2 show us any location or direction 2 a certain place.  This method worked like a charm.  Criss Alice never failed.  It flicked its body 2 D desired request. LMFAO.  Also when it comes 2 voice command, Baby Boomers were in business long before it became an important feature. We practiced for many years shouting in hollow places N across hills N dales where our voices echoed back at us. It wasn’t ET playing games with us. It was D real deal which was improved on later :) :). While I am at this, screw U Siri because I remember D time when I asked U 2 spell D word FUCK N U told me that U do not engage in profanity. Millennials, GMAB!  U may laugh N call us crazy but if U should think about it we were way ahead of our time:).  Trendsetters!  D word out on D street is that Freud was seen as a madman.  So were Chopin N Shakespeare.  Get UR queue from that.  There is no other genre G8R than Baby Boomers. DWL.  Drop MIC. LOL.



Millennials, Baby Boomers have lived through many changes N in context each change is relevant 2 D next. FUTAB.  SSDD. Love under new management :) :) :)  OMG!  Adding 2 that I LMFAO when Baby Boomers like me talk about carbon paper, micro fiche machine, key punch machine, word processer, manual typewriter N U ask what R those things.  GMAB Millennials!  Go easy:).  They were BAE.  They 2 had lived their modern times.  CTFU.  Hearing about Wang computers have a way of freaking U out.  I wish I had a couple 2 taunt U with daily.  DWL.

Hello Millennials, this Baby Boomer is not about dissing U neither B in any competition with U.  D concern is 2 get D word out that Baby Boomers will N can adapt 2 change.  Yes, we can especially if it is a matter of survival.  Given that, it’s about time some PPL STFU N stop saying this N that about Baby Boomers.  Don’t B saying that we R 2 old 2 B tech savvy.  We R like good wine; we improve with age:). Baby Boomers ain’t no child left behind.  HMU anytime.  ICYMI, this Baby Boomer is no slow poke.  FMY, Millennials! I wish that I could list D many reasons, stories N examples why I refuse 2 B obsolete.  I can text just like U.  I can whine like U. I can take shots like U. I can curse like U. I know how 2 scroll D internet N tell those darn cookies 2 piss off N especially spell check which has a mind of its own. 

My dearest Millennials, Baby Boomers R exceptionally marketable just like D wedding rule: something old, something new, something borrowed.  We come with versatility, life experience N long attention spans.  We know how 2 multitask: wash, cook, clean, iron, feed children, run 2 D store… all accomplished in 1 shot while keeping focus.  N that is only 1 of D many ways that we can multitask.  So Millennials, listen 2 me boos, I just KMT when I hear PPL try 2 place Baby Boomers in a corner, expecting them 2 doubt themselves in a world where technology changes like D fashions in D garment industry.  There is a saying in Jamaica which overrides all doubts N fears “If a egg mi in a di red”.  No one can stop us but ourselves.

Tah-tah!   We are never too old to learn.



ABBREVIATION
TRANSLATION
WTF
WHAT THE FUCK
‘SUP
WHAT IS UP
D
THE
N
AND
2
TWO, TOO
B4
BEFORE
U
YOU
DYD
DON’T YOU DARE
LML
LAUGHING MAD LOUD
BC
BECAUSE
LMAO
LAUGHING MY ASS OFF
BTW
BY THE WAY
R
ARE
LOL
LAUGH OUT LOUD
FYI
FOR YOUR INFORMATION
UR
YOUR
HE2STICK
HELL
BAS
BLOUSE AND SKIRT (Jamaican expression)
LYAO
LAUGH YOUR ASS OFF
WADR
WITH ALL DUE RESPECT
ROTFLMAO
ROLLING ON THE FLOOR LAUGHING MY ASS OFF
TMI
TOO MUCH INFORMATION
C
SEE
RASS
RELIABLE AND SECURED SYSTEM
PPL
PEOPLE
SMH
SHAKE MY HEAD
LMFAO
LAUGHING MY FUCKING ASS OFF
GMAB
GIMME A BREAK, GIVE ME A BREAK
DWL
DYING WITH LAUGH
G8R
GREATER
FUTAB
FEET UP TAKE A BREAK
SSDD
SAME SHIT DIFFERENT DAY
OMG
OH MY GOD, OH MY GOODNESS
BAE
BEFORE ALL ELSE
CTFU
CRACKING THE FUCK UP
STFU
SHUT THE FUCK UP
HMU
HIT ME UP
FMY
FUCK MY LIFE
ICYMI
IN CASE YOU MISSED IT
BOO
FRIEND



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