#Caturday

 

Dagen Bucklesby 🐈‍⬛ 

Friday Night Musik

 What a Great YouTube link ❤️ 🎸 🥁 

Gadolinium isn’t going away…

 

Thank you @marygerdt @illiad @catriona1 @sparklesco @ToddEBear @SandiTitus1@Lambertdebb@sennasthunder @australHopicalC @Gadolinium_MRI @Peaceanlov@browngravy_93 @internalincmnsz #Gadolinium metallosis:
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— B. Wagner, M.D. 🇺🇸 (@Wagner_Nephro) December 28, 2022

My Cartoon depiction: 

Crazy 2022

 

President Trump’s Tax Returns made Public by@USSupremeCourt Ruling. Buy at Amazon 😳
Wait, Same SCOTUS vilified by
Left Winger Full Term Abortion Advocates who get Campaign Money from Planned (& unplanned?) Parenthood?@washingtonpost Bezos.. https://t.co/B1l7jyHFVH Taxes? pic.twitter.com/05YHZdqe3L

— Mary Gerdt Parler:Alvarita1 (@marygerdt) December 25, 2022

Music + Revolution New Book

 

The Inquisition

 

It is an endless Battle,                  

Democrat Politicians rule Presidency, Senate & 

House of Representatives 

Trying to “get Trump”

Mainstream Media plays their part,

Propaganda?

Confidential Inside Sources

Secretly, Sneakily snapping photos.

Christmas is behind us now.

Elon’s Twitter turned on a light 💡 

I See.

M

President Trump’s Tax Returns made Public by@USSupremeCourt Ruling. Buy at Amazon 😳
Wait, Same SCOTUS vilified by
Left Winger Full Term Abortion Advocates who get Campaign Money from Planned (& unplanned?) Parenthood?@washingtonpost Bezos.. https://t.co/B1l7jyHFVH Taxes? pic.twitter.com/05YHZdqe3L

— Mary Gerdt Parler:Alvarita1 (@marygerdt) December 25, 2022

Merry Christmas! 🎄🎁

 Memories…I wrote this 9 years ago… 🐄 

A Christmas Tail

Monkton Chronicles

By Mary E Gerdt 2013

 

My first Christmas away from Illinois was in frozen Monkton, Vermont.

I moved here after urging by my roommate who subsequently left the material plane, leaving me no option but to carry forth our dream.

My new home was an apartment above a garage next door to a large dairy barn.

I was eager to see all the sights there, on an Addison County dairy farm as they were in 1981.

My new roommate milked cows and she left for Christmas holiday.

My inner city girl pined a little as I looked out at the drifting snow and watched the farmhands haul hay to the barn and haul the manure away.

The milk truck came.

Then nothing. No sound. Quiet...

I had never heard that before.

 

I went down to talk to the farmhand. His weathered face, his Vermont dialect, some words I missed,

I had to utilize what I call word averaging. Nod, Nod to get him to talk. But beware you don't want to nod indiscriminantly and accidentally agree to something self incriminating.

My questions were all about cows, what do they eat, do they kick? Are they smart?

The farmhand enjoyed being the expert and sharing his understanding of the world.

 

Around Christmas, the subject came up somehow.

"They kneel down," he said.

"What?" I sensed a profound moment coming...

"The cows, they kneel down at midnight on Christmas."

"What?" I said, longer, with my eyes closed, as if that could focus my inner vision.

Thus ensued a back and forth verbal dance with him playing me and me playing along.

I did not believe him...yet I did not want to refute this man, salt of the earth.

 

So I carried on, trying to stay warm, writing letters, trying to stay busy.

On Christmas eve, all alone,

the darkness came so early up this far north.

I had to,

I had to sneak down to the barn,

at midnight.

 

Why do barns look so different at night?

The creaky door handles are oiled last.

I hoped no dog would start barking.

My weak flashlight did not help much. 

all the time me wondering why I was doing this.

 

I had to go downstairs to the main barn.

all the while my anxiety building,

it was so dark.

The cows patiently nodding in their stanchions,

chewing,

sleeping.

were they kneeling?

 

Well truth be told that is when I lost my nerve,

my path of least resistance was straight back out of the barn

and straight into my warm humble bed,

having faith those cows were all kneeling down 

like Walt had said,

in the barn

on Christmas

at midnight 🙏🏼🎄🎁

Notes: this Week I stumbled onto this story about Walt.

As I described the Story to Friends Whose Farm I lived at,

Maggie told Me Walt died about a week ago.

Rest in Peace, Walter ❤️

#Caturday Christmas Eve Wishes 🎄🎁🐈‍⬛👩‍💻❤️

 

Friday Night Musik

 Crank it!! 🎶 

Travelogue for the Universe: 59 Years ago… Rerun ❤️🎄🎁

Travelogue for the Universe: 50 Years ago today: I was 5 years old. Mom and Dad must have been at work. My kindergarten was 3 houses down from our house. Somehow I ended up with Mrs. K... 

First posted 9 years ago 

JFK assassinated 59 years ago…😢 

Late Again… My Daily Blog…

 Late Again

5:30 EST came and went

Dark Days

Twitter Good & Bad

Omnibus Bill

Absurd spending of Taxpayer’s Money

By so called Representatives 

Many Refer to Me as Deplorable Ultra MAGA 

My Money still leaking out for losing parties

Goodbye kiss of Death.

That’s it.

My Daily Thoughts before I take a deep dive into 

Twitter Files 8.0

Happy Solstice 🌞

Contrails & Chemtrails & Late Night Radio Favorite Art Bell 🛸😎

 

Fred caught these contrails this morning… 🤔
Art Bell came to mind 📻. pic.twitter.com/vGFA794wI1

— Mary Gerdt Parler:Alvarita1 (@marygerdt) December 19, 2022

 Crystal Gayle YouTube link…Beautiful 🎶 

Modern Fighting, 2 Fronts

 

More about The Late Nikolai Shmatko: The King of Marble ❤️🎁 https://t.co/ke6YNJi2HR#Ukraine 🇺🇦
Nikolai Shmatko’s Son @rafshmatko 🙏🏼
Nikolai Predicted @realDonaldTrump -> 3 Terms as USA President. @MELANIATRUMP @DonaldJTrumpJr @IvankaTrump @EricTrump Nik was a Great Friend 💙 pic.twitter.com/pePhUNQn7S

— Mary Gerdt Parler:Alvarita1 (@marygerdt) December 17, 2022

Meanwhile, in NYC, Guardian Angels are Great! 

 

You are Great People! 😎🙏🏼🎄🦅
And
You Love ❤️ Cats too!
God Please Save #NYC 🙏🏼🙏🏼🙏🏼 https://t.co/Of9HyR9lKH pic.twitter.com/RXHcss8jvz

— Mary Gerdt Parler:Alvarita1 (@marygerdt) December 19, 2022

School for Cats 🐈‍⬛ 🐱 🐈 Rabbits 🐰 🐰 🐇🐇🐇

 

#Caturday

 

Friday Night Musik

 A friend suggested I have a Listen to This YouTube Link…

Absolutely Beautiful Cover by Dolly Parton ❤️💃🎤🎸

#TBT

 

We first heard Stagger Lee many years ago.

I enjoyed sketching this one.

YouTube link to Original Stagger Lee by Lloyd Price

Freedom of Speech

 

@elonmusk Prophet 💙😎 @mayemusk 💙
I saw clip @DaveChappelle show
Woke Showed Their
Intolerance for Free Speech 🎤
More Americans Treasure the First & Don’t Boo
Speech they don’t agree with.
I’m Sprachlos 🤦‍♀️
Why? Boo-ers R Bullies.
Bullies & Molesters lost their network. https://t.co/UhYtM01bK5 pic.twitter.com/4dP4VGDCFg

— Mary Gerdt Parler:Alvarita1 (@marygerdt) December 12, 2022

Old Wounds, Old Trees, Old Statues

 

@marygerdt Hello, the unroll you asked for: https://t.co/V3XYJZf3yb Have a good day. 🤖

— Thread Reader App (@threadreaderapp) December 13, 2022

Me/Myself/I

 

Thread by @marygerdt on Thread Reader App https://t.co/dyKv526xth If I share on FB, Half of My Friends will Hate Me 🤦‍♀️
Before @elonmusk this Twitter Thread 🧵 would Mysteriously Unravel…Nah, I’m just a Nobody from Nowhere & No Particular Place To Go 😎🇺🇸🍎🐈‍⬛💙🚀🌈🎄👫🏼Fin

— Mary Gerdt Parler:Alvarita1 (@marygerdt) December 11, 2022

TwitterGate

 

Hi! the unroll you asked for: https://t.co/Mxvm5yZrZ0 Have a good day. 🤖

— Thread Reader App (@threadreaderapp) December 10, 2022

#Caturday

 Cat Memories 

We’ve had a few cats over the years.

Most were dropped off by stupid people who don’t care.

Whitney was a kitten and We adopted Her out to a Friend & Coworker at the Hospital, Lisa.

Lisa eventually got too sick to take care of Whitney Who Lisa renamed Meridian. We picked her up at a meeting place. Lisa died of heart disease at a young age not that long after. She was a Great Person & Great Social Worker…

Friday Night Musik

 A Favorite Jerry Garcia-Grateful Dead Video YouTube Link…❤️

SRV Link 🙏🏼❤️🎸

 Gone too soon 😢

Stevie Ray Vaughn packed a lot of notes 🎶 into His brief lifetime.

Double Trouble His Group of Talented Musicians & Messengers.

This video YouTube link from SRV’s Channel spoke to Me in the wee hours.

Crank it up 🆙 

2 videos-First one copyrighted by Sony 

Second one live recording from Austin City Limits 

Watch one or both.

If they disappear 🫠 

Find Stevie’s YouTube channel.

For the Love of SRV ❤️

Twitter Chatter, Does it Matter?

 

Why can’t American News Outlets Report This!?!
I learn more from @SkyNewsAust 💙 @elonmusk stopped Twitter’s Pre-Elon Editing/canceling/altering Conservative accounts. #Ukraine is a political Pawn. Spun from Greed, Lies, Deceit, Cover ups, Orchestrated by Madman Pootin. 😢🙏🏼🇺🇦 https://t.co/SoAWWKb0Si pic.twitter.com/Jqv00Cl2fY

— Mary Gerdt Parler:Alvarita1 (@marygerdt) December 5, 2022

My Pride and Joy 🐈‍⬛

 Dagen Bucklesby 

Levon Helm, In the Zone

 

YouTube link from Ringo Starr-All Starr Band ❤️

Stellar 🌟 

Welcome World! 🌍 🌎 🌏

 Thanks to Tweepsmap program I’m able to maintain my Twitter list and

Check my stats regularly.

#Caturday

 

Friday Night Musik

 

Links from YouTube…

Beautiful Blues History Lesson 💙❤️🙏🏼🎸

Love Stevie Ray Vaughn & all of the Wonderful Blues Musicians 😎

This link is truly amazing…

From American Blues Scene YouTube channel.

BB King

Albert King

Stevie Ray Vaughn 

Paul Butterfield

💙

#TBT

 

I wondered why…

Memories…

 

Music Link to take You back…

 

Stormy Monday Blues

 YouTube link

The Greatest, B.B. King ❤️🙏🏼 🎸 

Rerun of an old Battle…

 

Hi! the unroll you asked for: https://t.co/PLEOISa1bo Enjoy :) 🤖

— Thread Reader App (@threadreaderapp) November 26, 2022

#Catturdday

 

No Question @elonmusk 😎🦅🇺🇸
2nd Most Interesting Twit 🧐 (not on your list 🐈):@catturd2 Once Banned from Twitter BE..Before Elon 💙
Elon Musk Reinstated My Favorite Tweeting Feline w/the Heart of a Tiger 🐅😻 https://t.co/Fiq2mAKvlx pic.twitter.com/WMB0EuXJau

— Mary Gerdt Parler:Alvarita1 (@marygerdt) November 25, 2022

Friday Night Musik

 Excellent 😎🎸🎶

YouTube link from Black Country Communion ❤️

#TBT

 

Happy Thanksgiving 🦃! 

Stardust

Beautiful YouTube Link

🙏🏼 ❤️ Willie Nelson 

Propaganda Primer

Thread by @marygerdt on Thread Reader App https://t.co/D0UJQwffHX

— Mary Gerdt Parler:Alvarita1 (@marygerdt) November 20, 2022

For Jeff

 Remembering my Stepson Jeff who died last year.

He’s Back!

Late posting again🤦‍♀️ 

Good News? 🗞️ 

Had a Good Sleep 😴 

More Good News? 📰 

He’s Back 

POTUS45 😎🇺🇸🦅

#Caturday #Catturd is back on Twitter

 

Friday Night Musik

 Sometimes a Great YouTube link just appears 😎

Tgiff 🦅

Frank Watkinson 🎶 

Special Version Stones’ Sympathy For The Devil 

I Hope You’re Taking Notes 📝

 Rerun old favorite 

 Wrote for my Mom many years ago ❤️

I Hope You’re Taking Notes 📝 

[i wrote this 4 years ago about the time i started blogging. I sent to a friend and lost it. today she sent me the file and i wanted it in my blog memories, multicolored moments, some stinging, some sweet, all good.. this is for mom]



“I hope you’re taking notes”, my mother exclaimed as we settled into a long overdue visit. 

“Oh, I am”, I replied.
We have never had too much trouble communicating with each other. No time to beat around the bush, skirt the issue, wallow in subtleties. 

I quickly discovered she was mad about “having” to be “placed” in an apartment with my father. But she always said it was OK if we had to place her in a nursing home and this is just an apartment. The light bulb went off in my head. “But this is the nicest senior housing I have ever been in.” I tried to recover from feeling like I had forgotten something. I guess I had. Does she remember when we talked…they had a choice…everyone thought it was for the best. Now I sat across from My Mom, a mad senior, one with nothing to lose, one with a mission to educate her health care professional daughter about the real world.

I remember when I was 5 and going to kindergarten. 3 doors down. So far away. My mother told me then about the real world. You will come here every day. They don’t have your name tag. You are in the wrong classroom. But I liked the other teacher. You will get used to it. You will have to take naps. I thought to myself, what’s a nap?

We often begin thinking things are one way and discover our perception is only that. 

My viewpoint. My reality. Seen through My eyes and filtered through My experiences and My learning. 

Some will never get to the point of seeing how their experiences shape their reality.
These are the my way or the highway types.

Some are willing to work through the experiences and consider their perceptions may be influenced by past events.

These are people like you and I who are trying to learn all we can in this life.

Then there is my Mom.

Deceptively quiet at times. Deep down a true warrior. Anti-war warrior, shaman princess, student of metaphysics, Esperanto, Rosicrucian, mother of seven assertive “Gerdt” children, Modern thinker, lover of ancient times, Atlantis aficionado, Lover of Omar Khayyam, opera and anything mystical, mindreader, painter, dreamer.

Now do you understand my dilemma?

She is always right (but staunchly left). 

She is powerful but gentle. 

She is outspoken but reserved.


The conversation turns as it always does (to my relief) to death and plans. 

“I want to be cremated” my mother says plainly as she has done since I was a little one.

“I know, Mom.” How could I forget. After all these years hearing it over and over as if I would suddenly forget when the time comes and slip to the mortician. “Embalm her now, I would say. The purple fluid. “

I decide to change the subject.

“I have made a decision too, Mom. I want to be cremated and Fred knows where I want my ashes spread.” There, the conversation has been successfully diverted. Mom can’t say anything to that one. Now she knows how I feel. Or maybe she still doesn’t.

So we go on trying to make conversation about old days and pictures from the past and what they had for lunch or doctor’s appointments to come. Where is your pain today?

Or silence as the 24 hour news channel stirs up the elders. War, gas prices, political failures, government conspiracies, snafu’s. The golf channel with it eternal 18 hole game. The food channel. 

Is it time to eat again?

We take a ride up the river road. One of my favorite places on the planet. The bluffs north of Alton remind me of a day this was all under water. When the planet was covered with water and we were all sea creatures. 

We stop at the Wilton Hotel, an old family style restaurant/hotel with fresh fried chicken, homemade sausages and pickles. We get a pound of asparagus at a roadside stand. I envy the woman who sells it to us. She lives out here in the middle of nowhere and makes her living working the land. She has a peace on her face that farmers have. No money, maybe, but that extraordinary peacefulness. She may not even know I am looking at her like that. She may not think her life is so special. "Maybe I could take a vacation sometime", she thinks as we drive away. "Instead of picking this damn asparagus every day."

We get on the Brussels ferry, a 10 minute ride across the Illinois River. I get out to smell the river air. I close my eyes. Feel the motion of the ferry underfoot. Hang onto the railing. I envision the days when people rode the riverboats and played cards and traded and traveled these rivers. A short little trip but I try to prolong it. Hold on to the memory. Can’t I stay forever?

Before you know it we are on the other side. 

Before you know it we are back on the plane to go home.

Short visit. So short. 

I mindlessly chew the handful of peanuts they gave me and try not to cry on the plane. When I left home years ago, I was eager to find my own way, a new world, a place where no one knew me, or had preconceived ideas about me. It was a bittersweet memory like now. Leaving my parents, wondering if this was the last time, wondering why Vermont was where I landed. Why so different after all than Illinois. 

But when the green mountains appeared on the horizon it was as if they said,

“Welcome back, we missed you”, just like the first time.

10 minutes to ground I pulled out my paper and started writing. I heard my mother’s voices say ”I hope you’re taking notes…”

Propaganda & Persuasion

 

Imposter? Impersonator? Is it Possible?

 Late Again…

My 5:30 am est 

My daily Ritual Blog Post.

I had been thinking about How the Internet is a Cesspool.

Crap, Garbage, Murky Waters.

Watch where You Step 😲😵‍💫🤐🤥🫣🫠🫥😎

A Nobody might say they’re Somebody.

Fishing, Hooking, Sizing up.

Bait, Yank,

Caught.

Timeless Lessons: