Don't TEMU, Slow dance, Lizzie on her cushions

 The solar lights never fail to come on when the sun goes down. These from TEMU two years ago have lasted beyond expectation. Stella had some in her garden, made it look magical- I ordered two. One did not work but this one continues.  And TEMU, as you may know is dirt cheap- not caring too much about WHAT they sell or for how cheap, Temu is a data collecting site.  Chinese getting all of the data available so that they can do their shady business...whatever that may be- malware.

I haven't ordered anything from them after finding out how shady they are but that one time may have put me into their massive system. ( as though we all aren't already)

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My friend Lizzie, who has been living in Norway for the past few years, sent this photo in an email today. She has collected Norwegian folk needle work since her arrival, finding  them for nearly free in charity shops.  Like crochet lace table cloths here, they have fallen out of favor and the needlework is no longer valued. Liz will have an exhibition featuring these as well as her own art work which is also abundant. She has a farm and a barn- she just bought three sheep to keep her chickens entertained. They will also keep the growth of grass at bay. Sheep are wonderful . She will likely use the wool when it is time for haircuts.

Last night I went to Boomer's , bought a fish sandwich for me,  and a mushroom burger for Dennis- no carbs. While there waiting for my order the ancient music took me back to the cusp of childhood / teen. One of the songs was Connie Francis singing "Where the Boys are", which was such a good slow dance song. I wonder why "Where The Boys Are" has not become a gay anthem, maybe it has- it has been a long time that I have been in a gay bar, my preference of bars - they generally have a great vibe and more generous drinks and every one pretty much leaves me alone, surprise surprise.

Curious about what ever happened to sad Connie, I googled all I could about her. She is still among the living, though she has had a very violent, sad, sorry life, she is still hanging on. In my youth I was not particularly fond of her music- more of a Platters fan- but any reason to slow dance when we were in seventh grade was ok with me. 

"Where The Boys Are" is so strange- like there is a special land for keeping boys. I guess it was not strange back then as the dances were girls on one side boys on the other...until one boy brave enough to cross over asked a girl to dance broke the ice.  Keep the sexes separated- no worries. Oh yeah, that worked...

Some old folks say that they would love to go back- 
Dennis is one. There is no way I would make that my wish- for me to go back to youth , I mean. Dennis should make his wish come true, he missed so much being raised in a rather fundamental religious poverty-ish family in the sticks.  He could have had more fun...he should have had more fun. 

What else is life about?