My Inner 6-Yr Old

“Resentment is like drinking poison and hoping it will kill someone else.”

Pink rose mallow

I’ve spent a lot of time in therapy in my life. I know it only harms me dwelling on hurts and grievances. I know that I need to recognize it, understand it, and move on. But very often my inner 6-year old takes over and refuses to let things go. Tonight is one of those nights.

Eastern Tiger Swallowtail enjoying the zinnias

At my second professional corporate position, we had to do evaluations. This particular company had forms that were filled out by your peers, your clients, and your management. It was a way to get a more complete picture of how you worked and related to others. I was young. I was often emotional, defensive, wanting to be the best, never err, and win piles of praise. My father had talked to me about corporate life and appropriate behavior. I tried to live up to my daddy’s teachings. So you can imagine my absolute delight and astonishment when I got the results of my appraisal. “Takes criticism and feedback well.” Wow. Did I have them fooled. *grin* Because whenever I DID receive any “constructive criticism” while my demeanor stayed pleasant and professional inside my head I was screaming and raging. 🙂

Noticed this above my head one day as I put the top down on the convertible 🙂

I’m not all that much different all these years (decades) later. I attempt to be professional, gracious, considerate, calm. I don’t always manage the calm but I think I’m decent at the others. That means that I really really REALLY do NOT enjoy nor forget when I’m treated in ways that I feel are NOT professional nor courteous.

Black swallowtail enjoying the zinnias

In the last 2+ years I have transitioned some of the systems I support to a different team. Our first experience got off on the wrong foot, in my opinion. I know why, and I’m not sure that at their age and relative (compared to me) experience that I would not have done the same. From my perspective they decided that since the work was moving from my system to theirs, since the primary client said the current system stunk and they shouldn’t even look at it, they never approached me to discuss the migration. After they’d built a system and were ready for data is when they approached me. They talked down to me, they dismissed what I said, they “knew better” and it went on like that through the whole process. It wasn’t very pleasant for me but I did what needed to be done on my part because that constituted being professional and doing what was best for my client and employer.

white rose mallow

Unfortunately I needed to deal with the same team yet again the following year. I’d inherited a system I did NOT want to support, and we were moving it to their system. I was delighted and told them that repeatedly. This situation could not in any way be construed as me feeling deprived or resentful for “losing” a system. I couldn’t wait to be rid of it. 🙂 I was named the business owner for the migration effort as I had experience with the process, the clients and the business objective. Yet again I was treated with contempt and rudeness. Lest you think in this case I’m being overly sensitive, my manager set in on one call and was appalled at how I was treated. Daddy would have been proud of me. I stayed calm, stayed on topic, refused to be bullied.

zinnias and rudbeckia hortensia laciniata

Ultimately it came time to cutover from the old system (which we all loathed) to the new one. Unfortunately I did not feel that the new system could do all that the clients needed. It lacked key functionality. The new team wanted to release anyway. We had to present to management why I thought we could not release and they thought we could. Management sided with me. We stayed in development and we put out a great new system because that team really does do excellent work in an excellent tool.

swallowtail enjoying the mandevilla. incipient goldenrod in the foreground

Well here we are, months later. They are working on a project and lo and behold – they want to brainstorm with me. They need information about the process and tool I support. Being a professional of course I will…..

caged tithonia (Mexican sunflower). but at least it’s not part of the deer buffet

My inner 6-year old has begun screaming in my head. The heck I’m going to help!!!! So all of a sudden I’m NOT an idiot????? Because I’m the only one who knows this information and you NEED me? Because it’s been such a JOY to work with you in the past? You think I’m going to sit there and calmly teach you everything you’ve scorned for the last 2 years? You’ve made a dozen decisions on this already and “oh I forgot to tell you” and suddenly I’m part of the process??????

grape tomatoes and herbs and flowers in the rain

You see what I’m up against? I cannot get the 6-yr old to let it go. She’s giving me a headache. She’s enraged. She’s vindictive. She’s gloating. And yet we both know she’s NOT going to get her way. So she’s mad at me, too. Sigh. She and I go through this periodically – this bit where she is determined that THIS time we WILL do it HER way. (Yes, she talks in caps a lot – she’s very emotional.) Maybe giving her air time here will help. Although I’m not sure I let her vent enough up there. *grin*

orange gardenia

Okay, Daddy, I’m taking a big breath. I’m going to make you proud. If it kills me.

echinacea and rose mallow

When Brand Matters

It’s peculiar what things actually drive me to post to my blog. 🙂 I have lots of photos, and stories, and things that I plan to someday write up and post. They are not creating an irresistible impulse to post. What does force me to the keyboard and spark creativity? Someone stating categorically that they use Miracle Whip over mayonnaise.

I never ever never knew ANYONE who used anything but Hellmann’s mayonnaise while I was growing up. It wasn’t until I went away to college that I encountered people who used “salad dressing”. As bad as THAT is, what really destroyed my faith in humanity was the day one of my dorm mates made the run downtown to bring back food for us all. I’d ordered a roast beef sandwich. Now I tend to like my sandwiches dry – nothing on the bread. But if you MUST put something on the bread (a nod to my mother who couldn’t bring herself to make me a dry sandwich), you put on mayonnaise. I realize now that this is because of Jewish traditions. My parents were not at all observant, but there were some lines even they wouldn’t have imagined crossing – just too alien a thought. We never had milk with any meat meal. Never. We never put anything on a sandwich but mustard or mayonnaise. ALWAYS Hellmann’s. My dorm mate – she brought back my roast beef sandwich with BUTTER on it. Butter. I can’t begin to convey the complete and total disbelief I felt when I took a bite of my sandwich and tasted BUTTER. I ended up throwing out the bread and every piece of roast beef that had butter on it that could not be scraped off completely. I’m not sure that I even felt disgust. It was more complete and utter shock. Disbelief. The sense of having entered another reality. Isn’t it great to have the opportunity to go away and live with people who are NOT like you???? I’d never have known of this universe of buttered sandwiches.

So what has compelled me tonight? A passing FB reference about deviled eggs. “I use Miracle Whip, dill relish and mustard…” OMG. How to RUIN deviled eggs!!!!! Yes, with all the real issues in the world, I am driven to comment on the use of Miracle Whip in deviled eggs. I have no post in me about the weather disaster in Texas where people have no heat and no water. No post in me about the tornado that passed within 25 miles of my sister, killing at least 15 people and freaking me out completely until I reached my brother-in-law. No post about the continuing disaster of our political parties. But oh my word – you post about using Miracle Whip and I’m coming right at you!!!! 🙂

Hellmann’s. Always. Light or regular – but Hellmann’s. Or don’t even bother. 🙂

Questions in My Life

Why do I always figure out how to prevent something from breaking AFTER it has broken?

Why can I never find something I KNOW I put somewhere that “made sense” until the moment when I’ve bought a replacement and thrown away that packaging?

When you are trying to lose weight, and you gain weight back and then lose it again, does that “lose it again” amount count to the total number of pounds you have lost?

Why is it always me who manages to step in the cat “mess” on the floor?

Why do I always need something that I’ve kept for AGES but finally threw out 2 weeks ago?

Should I spend a lot of money and buy another popup canopy (see question 1) or is that just good money after bad (having bought the cheapest possible ones in the past)?

How do I throw out a garbage can if the garbage collection didn’t collect it along with all the other bulk trash?

Why do the stars shine, why does the ivy twine, why is the sky so blue, why do fools fall in love? All great musical questions.

🙂

It’s Been 12 Years

perfect hibiscus
Most beautiful hibiscus with white superbells

That’s what WordPress tells me – 12 years ago today I started blogging. That sounds about right because my SL birthday is June 26. Wow. Twelve years. So much has changed. I don’t blog much about SL anymore. I’m not even in contact with most of my SL friends, even though I met so many of them F2F. Maudlin though it might sound – they are all still very much a part of me. Very real to me even if it’s been years. My SL life was so vivid. Intense. It started me on a great path that led to a new job, a new outlook on life, a new me. I think my enjoyment of taking and framing pictures began with all those zillions of screen shots. 🙂 Prior to SL I’d been curating a haiku board on someone else’s website, but blogging my SL life gave me a whole new way to write. I thank all of you who follow me and who just drop in to visit. 🙂 Having reminisced, I know to move on and talk about cats and food and flowers. 🙂

outake from bc's photo session
An out-take from BC’s photo session 🙂

I don’t think I have any new cat pictures to share. WC is not feeling very well. She’s spent most of today under the bed. 😦 She and GC will be 18 in August. They’re entitled to whatever foibles they care to exhibit. BC says she has no foibles. She is a work cat, she says, helping me get things done. Funny, somehow whenever she is in my lap while I’m working, my productivity rate slows.

perfect baked rolls
c’mon – LOOK at these rolls! they are PERFECT!!!

I do have some food pictures I haven’t shared yet. 🙂 You’re probably tired of me raving about the perfect 40 minute rolls. I baked a PERFECT batch of them the other night. I also made sesame noodles and coleslaw that night. I’m wanting the wheatberry salad but that takes a lot more time and effort.

swamp milkweed
Swamp milkweed and goose neck

And of course the garden. There are ALWAYS pictures of flowers and plants. I get such joy from the flowers. I have 2 rose mallow plants growing in the front garden. They are a variety of hibiscus – perennial in this zone. I’m hoping that they thrive. It would be such a joy to have hibiscus flowers every year. I don’t think the colors will be as spectacular as the tropical hibiscus but I think the size of the rose mallow flower is much larger. Only time and good fortune will tell!

grape tomatoes ready for harvesting

My grape tomatoes are ripening! The radishes are doing something, but I really think they are doing something odd, not something radishy. I am sure they are growing down and long, not round. The bits of red I can see between the leaves and the soil look distinctly oblong, not spherical. I’m giving them a bit longer. No pictures of those yet.

canna lilies pre planting
3 dark leaved cannas, 2 green leaved cannas – ready for a home in the ground

I had to hunt down canna lilies this year. Last year I had no trouble finding them and I noticed that the butterflies seemed to really enjoy them. I already told you my thrill upon seeing one of those tropicana canna lilies wintered over and is growing. I have a recollection that I usually head out the last week in June to get my cannas. I went out on Saturday. Unlike my usual style I’ll cut this story short. It took me over 1.5 hours to find them. 3 Home Depots, 1 Lowes, 1 of my usual nurseries and a Walmart. It was the 3rd Home Depot where I finally found some. They were not all that great looking either. 2 of them had tags indicating variety, the other 3 did not. I’m hoping they are tropicanas because those grow to 6 feet. I was planning to go online and pay whatever I had to pay to get some cannas if that last store had not had them. I was exhausted, it had started raining, the humidity was horrible and I was distraught at the idea of no cannas. There were 7 left at the store. At one point I had all of them in my cart, but then I put 2 back. I wasn’t really sure I could fit 7 in the garden (they get fairly large) and I thought maybe someone else was hunting for cannas as crazed as I was by the scarcity. I promise you a picture as they get larger.

cactus with weeds
It HURTS to get stuck by the cactus when I’m trying to remove the weeds

My lovage is doing very well in its new location. The ones I left behind in the planter are not as happy. I do like the blue flowers. 🙂 Do you have any idea how difficult it is to weed around a cactus? They don’t seem to appreciate the effort I make to keep their pots clear of clover and other weeds.

flowering lovage
Blue lovage flowers and a very healthy lovage plant

My pollinator plants are doing well. I have lots of bees all over the goose neck (Lysimachia clethroides) and the swamp milkweed. No one seems to have discovered the hyssop or the butterfly weed yet. I hope the butterflies get here. 🙂 Can the bees use up all the good parts???

hyssop
flowering hyssop (see the rudbeckia leaf behind it???)

12 years. wow. 🙂

What is Truth?

Jean Beaufort white chrysanthemum
credit: Jean Beaufort, https://www.publicdomainpictures.net/en/view-image.php?image=290667&picture=chrysanthemum
Yes, I dare to put myself in the company of Francis Bacon, Pontius Pilate, Friedrich Nietzsche and many others, including Jason L. Riley, an editor of the Wall Street Journal, writing an opinion article entitled “The Full Truth About Race and Policing“. There is of course a very simple answer to ‘what is truth?’: Chrysanthemums and Bittersweet.
eliza28diamonds bittersweet
credit: eliza28diamonds, https://pixabay.com/photos/bittersweet-plant-vine-berries-4640713/

When I was younger, I thought that Truth was a singular object – there was ONE Truth, and ONLY one Truth. To be honest, I probably thought that way until I was in my late 30s, early 40s, or whenever it was I began studying Torah with different rabbis. One weekend Rabbi Judith Abrams, ז״ל, was a scholar-in-residence at our congregation. She had us read a line from Kings II. It was a very simple line, someone entering a courtyard. She read the line aloud and then asked us to describe what we ‘saw’ as she read the line.

I was astounded. It was a life revelation for me, as evidenced by the fact that decades later I can still see her, see the room, see the other people studying. We all described the scene differently. One line, one action, one simple description. None of us really read it, saw it, the same way. She taught us that we all bring to every and anything our own history and experiences. We fill in the blank spaces of a sentence with our own life. That means that none of us will have identical interpretations.

Marina Shemesh white chrysanthemum
credit: Marina Shemesh, https://www.publicdomainpictures.net/pictures/20000/velka/white-chrysanthemum.jpg

What is Truth? I’ve come to learn that the answer to that is “it depends”. Truth is not singular. Yes, there are some truths on which nearly all of us would agree, yet if you had each one of us describe that truth, you’d find variations. There is no “full truth” for anything. Even for the things that are ‘cut and dried’ (I hesitate to use the common expression “black & white” these days), there are gradations. We might agree but odds are there is some little detail on which I say “this” and you say “that”. *laughing* Dare I write that THAT is the Truth???

What’s the point of this post? Nothing major. I guess I’m uncomfortable with headlines and people claiming they have THE TRUTH. I’m not sure how productive it is to try to make everyone agree to every single detail of a relationship. I’d like to see more people agree to agree on the majority of the details and move forward to solutions and results. *rueful smile* And even as I wrote this I knew that somewhere, someone does not agree with me and will want me to change MY truth to their truth. Sigh. Stay safe, folks.

PurpleOwl white chrysanthemum
credit: PurpleOwl , https://pixabay.com/photos/chrysanthemum-white-flowers-nature-5236767/

Yet More Headlines – and a TWEET

It’s been awhile since I last shared with you the headlines that cause me to stop in my virtual tracks, shake my head, and wonder why people do what they do. Here they are, in reverse chronological order. I keep a running list, and I put the most recent at the top. Sometimes I go back and look at them to judge if they have aged sufficiently for posting. But the first one in the list made me realize this morning that, seriously, we need to have a chat.

People are putting tampon-shaped speakers in their vaginas so their unborn babies can hear music
I can’t even begin to write what I want to say about this. There are SO MANY things wrong with this from MY perspective. Let me say only that Beethoven’s mother did NOT shove a speaker up her vagina and Beethoven (and Bach, Mozart, Brahms, Hayden, et alia) seemed to learn and appreciate music without any difficulty.

A company called Music In Baby says its Babypod device, which it sells for $150, is designed to help unborn babies “perceive sounds like we do” since it’s placed in the vagina, where tissue and material from the womb normally prevent fetuses from hearing sounds as humans do.
It’s true that babies hear sound differently from inside the womb, but research has not found that unborn babies benefit from hearing sounds, like music, the way we do.

A woman’s infection turned out to be bees living in her eye, feeding on her tears
This is pure science fiction horror, except it’s real. I can’t even think how to describe my feelings about this one, except to say every time I see the words I shudder.

…such bees nest near graves and in fallen trees, so chances of coming across them while hiking in the mountains are high,
Assuming that sand or dirt had gotten into her eye, she said that she cleaned her eye with water at the time.
During the press conference, Dr Hung said: “I saw something that looked like insect legs, so I pulled them out under a microscope slowly, and one at a time without damaging their bodies.”
sweat bees are attracted to perspiration and have a tendency to land on humans to obtain moisture and salts from their sweat,

Naked protesters showed up to Parliament and glued their bums to security glass
I have a friend and former coworker who posts this kind of headline all the time – of antics in Florida that are “only in Florida”. I think this article qualifies for that collection.

The week is young, and there have already been bare-assed protesters in the U.K.’s House of Commons.
To be sure, the 12 protesters that showed up for a Brexit debate Monday night had nothing to do with debates surrounding alternative proposals to leave the EU. They came, instead, to highlight climate change.
Monday wasn’t much better, with MPs attempting to debate a deal while the protesters glued their buttocks to the security glass walling of gallery visitors from politicians. They were removed about 30 minutes after they arrived. In some circumstances, security officers had to use soap and water to remove the glue. One MP seemed relatively pleased with the ordeal.
“Parliament just got a little more nuts,” Tory MP James Heappey wrote on Twitter Monday.
All 12 protesters were arrested for “outraging public decency,” according to the Mirror.

Why you should never release your pet goldfish into the wild

Goldfish are invading lakes and streams worldwide, and it’s all our fault.
For starters, goldfish are smarter than you might think. They have a memory span of at least 3 months which means you can teach them tricks like this. They also can tell the difference between Stravinsky and Bach.

Please note that the goldfish can appreciate the music without having speakers in their mothers’ vaginas.

And for some of these headlines – you need to click through on your own.  🙂

A woman was shot at close range, but it was her underwire bra that nearly killed her
I lied – I have to share these sentences from the article with you: The surgeon thought it might be “some kind of detonation device” and summoned a nearby police officer, Duggan said. “We’re always thinking in medicine of worst-case scenarios,” she added. … “There’s no question in anybody’s minds … that [wearing an underwire bra] was what just exponentially increased her injury pattern,” Duggan said.

Tooth pulled from inside man’s nose after losing sense of smell
You’ll have to click through to see if it was the man or the tooth that lost sense of smell. *grin*

 Singing mice could offer clues about how human brains manage conversation
High in the cloud forests of Costa Rica, there’s a species of mouse that sings call-and-response duets, similar to the high-speed back and forth humans engage in with conversation.

 I leave you with this final observation:

The bushtucker trial meal of sauteed testicle from a bull called Boris was tastier than Theresa had expected…

Words to Live By

There has been a lot happening in my life. Some good, some not as good. I’ve been doing a lot of thinking on what I learned in all those years of behavioral therapy. 🙂 Yes, yes, how to behave. 🙂 Although I doubt I’ll win any blue ribbons for best in show. *grin*

I just finished reading an article that came up in my Twitter feed: The key to loving your job in the age of burnout by Cassie Werber. I don’t usually read these articles. I’m not burned out (yet) and I rather like my job and my work. I clicked through on this one because the associated image was interesting. It looked like footprints on water, but had to be mud or sand, but there was someone on the dock next to the footprints. 🙂 It was the picture – I thought if I could see it more clearly I’d be sure of the substance. I’m still not 100% sure of the photo and I’m not sure I am completely comfortable with some of the observations in the article about the nature of work, the gig economy, part-time versus full-time employment, and bespoke careers. That may be because of my age and experience. But I do know that there are several key observations that I consider “truths” to a happier life.

“More and more, our sense of self is connected to the kind of person we believe ourselves to be—a combination of profession and meaning—and not to our place of work. In this, we’re reverting to an earlier mode: before we had companies and careers, we had professions (for example, stone mason) and tasks (build a bridge.)”

Yes, absolutely yes. My corollary to this is that we need to appreciate ourselves and value ourselves in order to be confident and content. To phrase that differently: other people cannot ‘fix’ us. Happiness (contentment) begins within. The foundation is internal, not external. Yes, other people and external factors can make us unhappy, sad, stressed and other negative and bad things. But if we can see that as OUTSIDE of our core, we have the strength and belief to keep going and not despair. Or so it is for me.

“Despair, and railing against the unfairness of the system, are both reasonable. Many people, globally, do not have the freedom to choose. Some work situations—losing your job through no fault of your own, being bullied, suffering discrimination—are certainly unfair. But the narrative of entitlement to a fulfilling job obscures the fact that it’s not our job’s job to be meaningful. It’s our job to find meaning in what we do. Some of us have the option of changing our work situation if that becomes absolutely imperative. But we can also change the narrative we choose to explain our work to the world and to ourselves—and in so doing, change our experience.” (Boldface my addition to highlight the text.)

WORDS! The words we choose to express ourselves and describe our situation make so much difference. I used to say such things as: “I can’t STAND IT ANYMORE”, “This is killing me”, “I HATE him”. It’s very hard to feel as if I can make a change when I use such absolutes. I’ve learned to dial the emotion back a notch: “It is so frustrating when this happens”, “This is so uncomfortable”, “That behavior is not enjoyable”. The latter group of phrases gives me room to maneuver. Did anything about the external situation change? No. But how I perceived it did. I can handle frustration and discomfort. Those are normal experiences.

“… the difference between finding a situation bearable—possibly, indeed, happy—and unbearable is about whether we experience ourselves as performing a willing sacrifice, or simply as suffering. When working hard tips over into working too hard, or with too little reward, sacrifice has slipped into suffering. … “Sacrifice might be hurtful and exhausting, but it is a conscious choice,” he writes. “Suffering is the result of feeling that we cannot slow down or else we will be shamed and lose control. Sacrifice makes us who we are. Suffering keeps us captive.””

You need to read all of the article to understand the “because” part of sacrifice. We sacrifice for a goal. We tell ourselves a narrative to put the sacrifice in context, to make us feel that the ‘suffering’ is bearable and acceptable because of the end goal. We have choices. There are at least 2 choices in this sacrifice/suffering discussion. The first choice is that we choose the language to describe it, we CHOOSE whether we make it a sacrifice or suffering. The 2nd choice is the harder one. We can choose to change the situation (leave the job, leave the relationship, not fix the roof). I used to argue this one over and over and over and over. “It’s NOT a choice” I’d scream, “I HAVE to fix the roof if it leaks!!!” And Howard would say, “No you don’t. You can let it leak.” And I’d point out that the wood would rot, the house fall down and on and on. And he’d reply that it was a choice I was making – to NOT let the wood rot. There are obviously practicalities involved. But there is also a choice, when you stop, breathe and look at it. Once you frame it as a choice, it’s easier to confront. If you can confront it, you may also see how you might bring about an actual change, not only an emotional perspective change.

One of my former co-workers, Jim De Piante, had fantastic presentations about managers and project management. I have always remembered something he said (and my apologies to Jim for any mistakes in the quoting): “Think of your management as your client.” That change in wording shifts the perspective radically. It goes back to the point that words matter. It goes to the point we have a choice. The difference in connotation between ‘client’ and ‘boss’ is HUGE. When we have clients, we are in the driver’s seat, helping to make our clients successful. When we have a boss, we are powerless with no buy-in to the outcome. I think of this approach whenever I have the endless tracking and administrative work that comes with being part of a huge corporation.

“Unreasonable conditions and real misery need to be met with concrete changes. But other conditions, Petriglieri says, can be radically changed by reframing what we expect from ourselves—and how we see what we do with our days in the context of our lives as a whole. “There’s some pain that needs a solution, and some pain that needs a story,” Petriglieri says.”

Tell yourself a story, and choose your words with care. 🙂

An Unexpected Gift

They say that revenge is a dish best served cold, meaning it happens long after the fact. What do they say about gifts that appear long after the gifting? There must be some equally apt phrase. Maybe it’s “good things come to those who wait”.

fricker1I have finally decided to upgrade my blog from a free account to a paid account. I have no good reason. Or rather, I suspect the final straw is NOT something that will be handled by a paid account. The last week or so I’ve been getting trackbacks from spam sites. It was annoying. I’ve also used over 75% of my media storage. I thought I’d investigate and see what I’d learn.

I had a wonderful, informative, upbeat chat with the online chat support. Do you know that they are called “Happiness Engineers”? I think that is a GREAT title. The person with whom I was chatting was a fantastic representative of that concept. She gave me a discount code to give me 2 months free. I noticed something odd when I went to pay. The screen was showing me a $15 credit, bringing the bill to $33. When I put in the discount code, the amount was just over $39. ???? I asked my happiness engineer where the $15 credit originated. She said “The $15 credit is applying the value you have left in your current plan to the upgraded one.” Well that was odd. fricker 3My current plan was a FREE plan, I had never paid any money to WordPress. The HE agreed my plan was a free one and she investigated further. “I show $15 in gift credit from a user named “Fricker Fraker” back in 2009. Dear reader, I kid you not – tears came to my eyes.

Fricker – I don’t know where you are, or how you are, but thank you, thank you, thank you. What a sweet, generous gesture on your part. Which is exactly how I remember you.

Ahuva ❤ Fricker

Why Me?

I’ve been very busy lately but I have NOT forgotten about you all out there. I have a half-written post about how MUCH I LOVE LOVE LOVE the kitchen. Unfortunately there are several other people, cats and issues that seem to think they have priority over my posts. But this was in my spam folder today and I couldn’t help but think “Why me?” I really hate to think that something, someone, somewhere thinks these topics are relevant to me.
why me

The Love Swans has appeared in my spam folder every day for more than a week now……