Tuesday, November 8, 2022

Talk is cheap...

 ...because supply exceeds demand.

This seems so appropriate on this, an election day.

I always mute the TV when political ads come on. I don't care who they are: Mute. I also don't read any political junk sent to me. I do read the newspaper, but I don't delve deeply into politics. I don't trust politicians and I don't trust news people. We no longer have a Walter Cronkite or Harry Reasoner to trust.

I abhor the direction where our country is sliding. I hate the underbelly that was exposed by Trump (yes, those supporters are deplorable). My feelings for many family members changed when they came out in support of him and I can never go back to the happy acceptance of them.

You see, I thought we all had the same values but we don't. And I just can't compromise on that. This isn't about a single topic (abortion, voting rights, taxes). It's about basic human decency. 

Yep, talk is cheap. Actions speak the loudest.


Saturday, October 8, 2022

Age is a high price to pay

 ... for maturity.

There are times when I feel every minute of my 70 years, and this week is one of those times. To start with, I fell down -- hard -- on a hardwood floor and that resulted in bruises and some creaks and groans. I also have a continuing problem with severe leg cramping (no one knows why), and that's come back. I had a month or two of no cramping at night, but it's back with a vengeance.

Whenever I complain like this, I think of those people who have lived with chronic pain of any kind, be it mental or physical, all their lives and it makes me pause. I know my pains are temporary or can be solved with a bit of medication. What would it be like to never have the sense that the pain might go away?

::shudder::

Friday, June 10, 2022

Everyone has a photographic memory.

 Some don't have film.

Of course, this doesn't apply anymore, does it? No one uses film, right? I don't know about you, but now that I take photos with my phone, I take way too many photos. You have to say this for old film cameras: I used to stage my photographs a lot better than I do now because I knew it would cost me money to develop that picture.

That's true of many things nowadays. So much is disposable. I think about that as I do some crocheting in the evenings. I donate everything I make and I don't begrudge the effort I put into it. I know some people won't value the blanket or shawl I make, but that's okay. I'm doing it for myself as much as for them. I like listening to books as I sew, so it's a win-win for me. If someone considers what I'm doing as disposable, well, I guess that's okay. 


Wednesday, May 18, 2022

If it wasn't for the last minute ...

 ... nothing would get done.

I'm one of those people who normally sets a deadline then I try to hit that deadline early. I know some folks who work great at the last minute. I am not one of those. I can do it, but I'm not happy with it.

I've found since I retired that I'm still doing the same thing. I set a deadline for a book I'm writing -- "Let's wrap this one up by April 15" or "I want all reviews done by July 1." Then I work to meet that deadline.

Oh, yeah, stuff gets in the way now and then, but usually I can do it. I wonder why it is that I am deadline-driven. I certainly didn't worry about homework or chores or things like that growing up. I don't remember sweating any studying (except for New Math which caused me no end of heartache. I remember the appearance of that textbook to this day and I shudder). I always got reasonable grades for the little amount of effort I expended. 

I think it's that if I set a deadline, I have a definite goal. I want to have things nice and tidy in my life because so much is untidy elsewhere -- let's face it, the world is in a shithole right now and there's so little I can do about it. Maybe if I manage my own time, the world will feel better to me.

Something to ponder on one of those sleepless nights, perhaps.

Or perhaps not. 😀

Monday, April 11, 2022

Junk is something you've kept for years

 -- and throw away three weeks before you need it.

I was in a meeting yesterday with friends and one mentioned they're cleaning out a hoarder's house. She described it and I shuddered. I dislike clutter of any kind, but then I realized that one man's clutter is someone else's comfort.

My sister thinks my house is cluttered. Hers is very minimalistic while mine has Things. All Things I use, but more Things than hers. I have bookcases, she has none. I have cubby drawers. She has none. I have a somewhat large desk, 2 computer monitors, and she has one small desk, one computer.

I use all my Things. Yes, I could pare down my Things, but I use them. Why pare down? Perhaps hoarders feel that way, too. I could get rid of Things but why? I have room for them and I use them. Is that the key difference? I use my Things?

Hmm. Something to consider?


Monday, March 28, 2022

For every action...

...there is an equal and opposite criticism.

Never has this been more apparent than in our current political and social climate. If one person says "Masks", another says "Never a mask". If one says "yes", another says "no".

This seems to extend to all things. I told you about 2 friends who were struggling with health issues. One passed away and her death has left me reeling. It's so easy to say "what if" -- what if she had sought treatment earlier? What if the doctors did this or that? But that's too easy. It is what it is and I have to accept it.

The other friend is facing an uncertain path into dementia, which can be so hard to diagnose and hard to treat. Is it truly dementia or is it just elderly confusion? It's a hard road for her children who have made lives for themselves far away. They want what is best for her, but what path will that be?

I've come to the conclusion that we can all only operate from knowledge and love and hope we've made the right choice. We won't know for sure until events unfold, and maybe our knowledge was faulty. But if our love was there, we truly did try to do the right thing.

Sunday, March 13, 2022

We are born naked, wet, and hungry.

 Then things get worse.

Today I'm reflecting on what is worse. I have two dear friends who are in dire straits, health-wise.

One is someone I've known for almost 30 years. She's active, outgoing, and upbeat. She's had her challenges in the health area. She was ill as a child, she donated a kidney to her father, and she battled breast cancer recently. Now she's fighting for her life because of an infection from her gall bladder. She's a thousand miles away from home and has been in the ICU for two weeks and will be there for at least two more. Her wife is with her, but she's in and out of consciousness, being intubated and flooded with medication.

The other friend is one I consider an older sister. She's 10 years older than me and in the beginning stages of dementia. Again: active, outgoing, and usually upbeat but she's had a hint of melancholy since her husband died 8 years ago. She's never been a decisive person, but she always seemed to meet life with a 'can-do' attitude. Her children live far away and are trying to help, but it's hard (I know. Been there, done that).

For both of these women I am praying for a successful resolution, no matter what it might be. I hope for both of them that there is gentle release from pain and grief and fear. I don't know what form the release might take, but each of them deserves the best that Fate has to offer. I will help where and how I can, but am removed from them both and there is little I can do. But I'll step in if needed because I want to give both ladies all the comfort I can.

Sometimes life is just bitching hard, no two ways about it.