Mom’s House
Mom’s house is up for sale in Penn Hills, PA, a suburb of Pittsburgh. 4 bedrooms, 3 bathrooms, 1238 square feet, .4 acres, $159k, if you’re interested.
Mom bought her house in 1990 and made many changes. I was five years away from retirement from the Air Force by then, so I was an adult. The rooms are small, but a lot of good memories were made in them. The kitchen was especially popular. We spent a lot of time in the kitchen, not just cooking and eating, but laughing, talking, and playing games.
I checked it out on Zillow, where I got the photos. The realtor’s virtual staging does a great job of showing the place’s potential. Here’s the staging of the downstairs where I nested when I visited. I always jokingly called it ‘the dungeon’, which made Mom laugh.
There’s been 610 views and 86 saves in the four hours it’s been up. The realtor reports that five showings have been requested, four for tomorrow.
We’re pretty chuffed by that initial response and hopeful for a quick sale somewhere near asking price – or better.
Tuesday’s Theme Music – One More Time
Ashland, southern Oregon — Tuesday, June 2, 2026.
It’s clear skies and sunshine for us today. 66 degrees now, the high will be found in the 80s F. Some say 81, another contingent claims 88. We’ll see.
Oh, the Mom front. She ran out of her pain patches. They’re by prescription so she must see her doc for them. She didn’t have an appointment, and they don’t have an opening until early August. It’s concerning that with all the doctors she’d recently seen, no one ever thought to say, how are your pain patches?
Then she fell over backward in her wheelchair the other day. Hit her head. She’s been complaining of headaches since. Yet, that morning when it happened, she refused to get taken to the hospital. Today, it became a must. Now sis is at the ER with her and we’re in wait and see mode.
Poor sister, too. She’s already busy, working, meeting with the realtor to sell Mom’s house, selling and giving away Mom’s furnishings and possessions, taking care of her grandchildren, and here she is, summoned back to pick up Mom, take her to the hospital, wait with her, await next steps…
Locally, I’m perplexed and pleased with a credit union project. Bring a bag of papers to be shredded and three cans of food, and they’ll shred it for you. Sounds great! I went through our papers, filled a bag, and bought three cans of food to donate.
I’m irritated because the credit union has two locations in our town. One is a half mile away; the other is almost two. Yet, to participate in this offer, I need to drive almost twenty miles to Medford to participate.
Makes little sense. Why not do it in an Ashland location as well as a Medford location? Why make so many people waste energy and pollute the air to drive that distance?
Then there’s the Trump front. Paul Krugman had commentary about Trump’s apparent mental and physical decline, and the enablers in DC and in business who support, cover, and front for him. For all, it seems to be, “What’s in it for me?” I don’t know if that’s true or reductivism. I think the truth is on a spectrum somewhere in between. Whatever their reasoning, I remain disappointed that so many seem eager to limit voting and embrace norms that seem to favor creating a Christian white nation.
Trump’s Iran war remains on, although a ‘ceasefire’ is in effect. I watched Jordan Klepper conduct interviews with MAGAs who smugly tried to tell us that Iran is a conflict, not a war.
They’re taking clues from right-wing media, the GOP, and Trump himself. Trump reminded the nation we’re at war but also said that we’re not at war and that saying we are would get him in trouble. He’s winking at the system of checks and balances, but we as a nation have been doing this for a long time as well.
At the bottom of my disgust at this mess remains the huge challenge: how do we fix our flaws? Can we fix them? Can we at least mitigate them enough to feel comfortable with calling ourselves a land of freedom and equality and a democratic republic. Because right now, those claims are very, very thin to me.
It didn’t begin when the Roberts Court decided that Trump as POTUS could be above the law. It began long before that, with small drips. We let the drips go. Now the foundation is showing rot and we’re wringing our hands about what to do.
To make myself feel a little better without drugs and alcohol, I turned to Nate Silver’s latest findings on Trump’s popularity.
“Today, Donald Trump’s net approval rating is sitting at -19.1 in the Silver Bulletin average. That’s less popular than Joe Biden was at this point in his term (-13.6) and less popular than Trump himself was during his first term (-10.6).
“About 48 percent of Americans strongly disapprove of Trump’s job performance. Just 21.7 percent strongly approve of the job he’s doing, while another 17.2 percent only somewhat approve.
As we wrote about over the weekend, Trump’s approval rating is even underwater in Texas.”
“Trump is less popular than President Biden.”
Just wanted to highlight that for Trump.
Your Trump Quote of the Day:
It’s worth posting this quote again because it completely captures Trump’s attitude AND his base. He called it right, and we see it playing out over and over.
I have “One More Time” by Daft Punk in the morning mental music stream. A dance song, it’s actually a celebration of things, but it hit my stream because I muttered ‘one more time’ to myself as I checked texts from home and read the news.
I hope your mood is up and your day goes well. I hope the best for us all. I guess the challenge for that is agreeing what that is.
Cheers
DIY: La Pink Stuff
My wife has been on a continuous improvement kick. The main event is death cleaning. She’s going drawer by drawer, room by room, closet by closet, a household version of the Terminator, focused on a mission.
Part of this mission is finding new things for the house. It started with the lights. We’ve put in new light fixtures in five areas. The old ones went to Habitat for Humanity. All were in good condition.
The pillows were changed next; smaller pillows were purchased. Pillow cases were changed. The old stuff found their way to local Hospice Boutique for resale to support hospice patients.
Last week, a package arrived. Inside were two slender pieces of metal. Each had an edge about an inch wide and look like stainless steel.
“Those are for the stove gap,” she said.
Yes, I got that immediately. The ‘stove gap’ is the space between the range and the counters. Why, it’s almost 3/16″ on either side. Things get spilled in there. Unacceptable! These were the solution for them.
After installing them, I admit, they looked good and closed that gap. Exactly matched the stainless-steel range. They use metal cutouts that are springy which create tension when they’re spread and put into the gap. Yep, I’m impressed.
Next was La Pink Stuff.
This arrived Sunday. Its real name is “The Pink Stuff“.
“It’s supposed to fix the cracks in the glaze in our ceramic dishware,” my wife explained.
The stuff is a pink paste. Comes in a jar, less than 18 ounces. You’re supposed to use it undiluted on a soft cloth or sponge, but don’t let it dry, they warned. After gently rubbing it in, rinse with hot water, then dry.
I tried it on a plate.
Didn’t work.
“Oh well,” my wife said. “It’s only six bucks. Worth a shot.”
I agreed.
“It’s supposed to work on stainless steel,” she added.
I checked online. “Consumer Reports advises against that,” I reported.
CR called it ‘liquid sandpaper’. Reading about it, I decided to try it on the stainless-steel sink.
“But that’s stainless steel,” my wife said.
I shrugged. “It is, but it’s different. The sink’s bottom is scratched. So using this stuff will be okay.”
The results blew me away. It took only fifteen minutes on each sink. I did the disposal side first and showed my wife.
“Wow,” she said. “It looks brand new.”
“Yes, it looks great,” I agreed.
I had another target already in mind and was going off-piste.
Our water supply is hard water.
We have a walk-in shower with tiles and glass doors. The hard water clings to both. The hard water buildup is so ugly.
I’ve tried a dozen different cleaners and methods to get them clean. Most have marginal and temporary results.
I took to the glass door with The Pink Stuff to do a small test area. I’d noticed a difference when working with it with water in the stainless-steel sink. Leaning on that observation, I wet a small toothbrush, dipped it into the pink stuff, and scrubbed a small section of the glass door.
Holy cow.
Encouraged, I expanded the test area.
It looked fantastic. And there was no mess, no nasty smell, all that.
I abandoned the toothbrush for a wet cloth. While that worked great, some of the harder water buildup areas were still visible. A dry cloth with the pink stuff was used.
Rinsing it off and drying it, I stepped back and gawked in amazement.
The Pink Stuff really worked.
I did an entire panel and then brought my wife in so she could verify that I wasn’t imagining the improvement.
Her eyes went big. “Wow. That looks great. At last, something that cleans that hard water off that glass.”
Beaming, I was nodding along, saying, “I know, right?”
“Well, that’s certainly worth the six dollars,” she said, leaving.
By day’s end, I’d completed the glass portions and tried it on the hard water on the tiles.
Worked there, too.
I wholeheartedly recommend The Pink Stuff. Just test small areas first.
I still have 3/4 of the jar left. Next up for it: the grill on the patio.
Monday’s Theme Music — Straight Up
Ashland, southern Oregon — Monday, June 1, 2026.
It’s 53, expecting a high of 85 F. A solidly blue sky and bright sun have taken over.
It’s a new month. Papi and I are celebrating by doing the same thing we do every morning. Eat, wash, etc. He sniffs the ground and air, I sniff the news.
Right now, dealing with Mom. She’s struggling to think, speak, plan things, respond.
Then, dealing with family. Older sister is moving from her condo of 13 years in a place more physically acceptable for her. One sister’s young son just graduated high school. Lots of moving parts. Past, present, future all breaking at once.
Also dealing with news.
Multiple individuals dead after mass shooting in Oregon: ‘I know many people are grieving,’ police chief says
I look for details, wondering, how many dead, searching for the circumstances, thinking about the people involved.
Hell of a way to start June.
Trump’s Iran war still goes on. It’s now over three months old.
Good thing there’s a cease fire. We had several more attacks between the US and Iran. I always thought ‘cease fire’ meant no one would shoot. Of course, Trump and the angry inch have fluid definitions, changing and using them to suit their needs.
Oil prices surged again after Iran said it’s withdrawing from negotiations and would close the Strait of Hormuz. This comes on the news that gas prices in some parts of the US dropped to below $4 a gallon. Wonder how long it’ll take for them to go back up?
The Epstein ballroom is still under construction, too, and the Epstein files have not been fully released.
We’ve had over 2,000 cases of measles in the U.S. 318 locations so far in 2026. 73 new cases in the last two weeks.
But in the latest phase of Operation Epic LOOK — SQUIRREL!, the Great American State Fair *cough cough* will go on.
Your Trump Quotes of the Day:
Today’s song is “Straight Up” by Paul Abdul.
It’s in the morning mental music stream because of my coffee. I picked up my fresh cup and inhaled. “Smells good,” I told Papi, who was watching. “Just as I like it. Black, straight up.”
The Neurons replied, “Oh, we know that song.”
Song came out in 1980s when I was stationed in Germany. I was at the NCO Club with friends after work, having a beer. MTV was on the television. The video came on for this song. Several friends said, “Wait, I have to watch this.”
What?
They’d pay no attention to any previous music videos but for them, Paula Abdul was a conversation stopper. *smile*
I hope your day is straight up awesome.
Cheers
Sunday’s Theme Music — Wrong Way
Ashland, southern Oregon — May 31, 2026.
The last day of sunshine finds our area with blue skies and sunshine. It’s 48 F now and we expect a high in the mid 70s.
The Mom report is that she fell over backwards in her wheelchair and hit her head hard on the ground. A facility employee was present when it happened and wanted Mom to go to the hospital. Mom declared that. It happened at 7 AM but she didn’t share that news with us until the late afternoon. Now we worry and wait, hopeful that she didn’t do more damage to herself.
When Mom spoke to me last week, she mentioned that they were required to be in the dining room for breakfast at 8 AM. Mom has a roommate and one bathroom that they share. The roommate is on hospice, and the guidelines are that hospice residents have bathroom priority. In practice then, Mom can’t get ready to go to the dining room in the morning because her roommate is in the bathroom, and ends up getting down there late or skips breakfast.
In light of performers withdrawing from Trump’s ‘Great American State Fair’, Trump is going to open, headline, and hold a rally.
It’s also reported that Trump is urging to cancel it outright, classic Trump Always Chickening Out.
I’d prefer the latter. If Trump is there, he would make this overtly political. It’ll be less about the United States and more about him. Sure, he’ll say that we’re a ‘great nation’. Then he’ll go on to say how great he is, how great he made the nation, call former President Biden some names, name some others as enemies, and rail about how Democrats are ‘ruining’ the nation, and spread lies about what he’s done and how others think he’s doing a great job.
Exhibit A:
Your Trump Quote of the Day:
*snark alert* Isn’t that sweet how Trump compares himself to ‘The King’ of rock and roll, someone who has been dead almost fifty years, someone who people paid to see? If he wants to draw the largest draw, he’ll need over 3.5 million people.
Trump is against Democrats because Democrats keep pushing on voters’ rights, diversity, law and order, truth, facts, and history. Those principles and ideals often collide with Trump’s grifting, ego, ignorance, and authoritarianism. Trump would prefer to lie about what’s going on, making up information, and boast about doing things like lowering prescription prices 1,000 percent. While Trump campaigned on no new wars, releasing the Epstein files, lowering food and energy prices on day one, he broken all of those promises.
His supporters like Trump and still support him because he runs roughshod over the Constitution, ignoring due process to go after political enemies, ordering ICE to attack anyone who might be illegal — especially if they look like they’re anything but white. ICE goons will ignore evidence that others are here legally and will react violently when confronted. That’s Trump’s ‘law and order’ for you: a police state.
Trump’s Iran War is at 92 days.
Meanwhile, his destruction of Washington DC and the White House continues. Not satisfied with tearing up a public golf course, screwing up the Lincoln Memorial, and tearing down the East Wing to build the Epstein ballroom, Trump is now talking about the Kennedy Center never re-opening.
After illegally changing the Kennedy Center’s name by adding his to it and closing the center for ‘renovations’, a judge ruled put the name back to what was established by act of Congress, per the law, and open it. TACO immediately whined that he’s not being allowed to do what he wants to do and threatened to keep the Kennedy Center closed forever.
Of course, much of this classic Trump bluster is part of Operation Epic LOOK — SQUIRREL! Keep everyone distracted so he can enrich himself. Like, where is the money for the Board of Peace?
No wonder two thirds of Americans think we’re going the wrong way.
After thinking about how Trump is taking the nation in the wrong direction, The Neurons had a response. They brought “Wrong Way” by Sublime to the morning mental music stream.
That surprised me. I didn’t know The Neurons have such a dark sense of humor. The punk ska melody is all about young prostitution and the struggles of young women and what they face.
“Wrong Way” Lyrics:
Annie’s twelve years old, in two more, she’ll be a whore
Nobody ever told her it’s the wrong way
Don’t be afraid with the quickness, you get laid
For your family, get paid
It’s the wrong way
I gave her all that I had to give
I’m gonna make it hard to live
Salty tears running down to her chin
And it ruins up her makeup and never wan’ give
A cigarette pressed between her lips
But I’m staring at her tits
It’s the wrong way
Strong if I can, but I am only a man
So I take her to the can
It’s the wrong way
The only family that she’s ever had
Is the seven horny brothers and a drunk-ass dad
He needed money, so he put her on the street
Everything was going fine, until the day she met me
h/t to Songfacts.com
I hope your life and day are going the right way.
Cheers
Michael Seidel, writer 