G. Polly Jordan
As a last resort, I wrote a letter to the President of the United States asking for help for my refugee family in exile in Africa. After all, Joe Biden was very proud of one of his first executive orders made in February 2021 regarding the resettlement of refugees in the United States. I waited four months for his reply which was just excellently scripted political rhetoric that did not address in any way the issue I wrote to him about.
Continue reading “Refugees-Who Cares?”
Job hunting in January when it is cold and dark, when you are fat and sassy but “sassy” left the building and you are a deplorable or perhaps it is just a 65-year-old undesirable. My African son sent this message this morning, “mother, finding a job probably might be difficult provided that your age is a bit advancing. It seems companies like taking in young people.” In Swahili or English the message reads the same. Let’s see if I can muster up some humor to describe the week.
Continue reading “C’Mon Man”
What a waste of time applying to the job boards for employment. This never worked even when I was young and beautiful. Now that I am old and eccentric with a lot of eclectic thrown in, it is impossible. The problem is there is no job that I want except this one.
Continue reading “Power”
“Help wanted” signs are in every window but can an eccentric geriatric starlet find a job? Let me tell you how the job search is going. Monday, I had the interview where I had to find the 4th empty parking lot on the right before the bridge in the middle of the CSX Railroad. I found it. My years of being an appraiser in Central Florida allowed me to find plats of land on streets that had no street signs. Much to the horror of my friends, I climbed into a van in that parking lot for my interview. These days I am always locked and loaded and the interviewer was a very nice woman.
Continue reading “The Saga Continues”
Ahh…the Facebook 10 year look back. Rod Stewart says, “every picture tells a story.” “A picture is worth a thousand words” said advertising mogul Fred R. Barnard in 1921. Let me give you a thousand-word tale of my detachable tails.
Continue reading “10 Years of Detachable Tails”
It is January, it is cold, I am 65 and need a job…again. My work as a notary and loan signing agent has dried up to nothing and I loved doing that job. I have never gotten a job by applying on some job board. My jobs come through relationships. I posted to my friends that as a geriatric starlet, I was in need of a job, a special job that I can do around all my eccentricities.
Continue reading “Old But Well-Maintained”
2020 was one of the worst years until 2021 arrived. Every day since January 6, 2021, “Insurrection Day,” my friends have dropped like flies as they either wrote me off or they simply died. I made it a point to turn off the main stream media and tune in to “alternative” media thanks to the mass censorship of social media.
Ringing out 2020, the worst year of our lives, we had high hopes for a new world in 2021. Instead, we were fooled with a New World Order orchestrated by some very nasty people. Thus 2021 began my search for truth. What I discovered was in-depth knowledge of the war between good and evil that has been underway since the beginning of time with Adam and Eve and in earnest in the US since President Kennedy’s assassination in 1963 when I was seven.
Flat Stanley arrived at Polly’s house in Indianapolis, Indiana on Friday, October 29, 2021. He was sent from Polly’s Florida family in Lake Placid to see what life is like in Indiana.
My African family is sewing for their mere survival. Meet Emiliane and Zawadi the seamstresses. The story behind the story tells of their resilience and fortitude.