We’ve all been there. . . . .

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Elections

Elections can be painful,,

yet without them

it could be worse.

We still have rules to

ensure that no one takes over

and runs away with our country.

If it moves a ways it will move

back again, if needed, or

move forward, if needed.

The “other side” will never

see things as you do.

It was meant that way

for a reason, called balance.

So it is painful to suffer,

pointless to worry,

heartless to fail to understand

the other side once felt

as you do now

if their favored  person lost …

or if their favored person won.

We take turns.

Please be patient.

Be grown-up.

 

 

 

 

 

 

Sunday P. M. (post mortem)

A nice early fall day, not raining as it has from time to time recently. I should be out and about but a temporary problem has me in my chair with heating pad alternating with ice pack, on back/hip muscles.

I’ve never watched an opera for more than a few minutes. This afternoon I thought I would sit down and watch one all the way through. It was on PBS, of course, and was entitled  “Candrillon.

Turns out it is the story of Cinderella. So, since I know the story, I was a bit bothered that they stopped the story constantly to sing about it, but then that’s what an opera is.

Now, I don’t know why but the part of the prince is being played by a woman. They’ve given her a masculine haircut and probably bound her chest. Her features could pass as male and she’s slightly thick in the middle, but she sings in a high female voice. I can’t seem to get that all put together.

I’ve made it through an hour now but I can’t stand the suspense of waiting for the big glass slipper scene . I think I’ll leave PBS now because tonight at 8:00 I am, for once, going to try their new continued story “The Miniaturist.”

I’m finding it difficult to find a good movie. I have NETFLIX and I’ve watched the first ten minutes of many movies but I see few through to the end. I wish I had written down and kept the names of the ones I did like.

One I have enjoyed is a British movie called Wentworth. It is a women’s prison story but much different from our Orange is the new Black. Acting is excellent and I continued to watch it mostly because of one actress who was so great I’ve followed her through five seasons and am now watching season 6.

It has taken me years to figure out that I always have choices and I don’t have to finish every book I start. I don’t have to stay with one project if another suits me better. Life has to be fun and rewarding. That’s what we came equipped to handle and to enjoy.

If you know of any good movies either in theaters or on TV, we’d all like some recommendations.

 

 

My kind of HIGH school . . . . .

Apple Tre

The Interview

What did you first write on?

I believe I wrote on the edges of a page from the Sears and Roebuck catalogue.

Where did you study writing?

In the apple tree, reading books and eating apples

Does anyone help you with your writing?

Most certainly. Voices speak to me with ideas I had never thought of.

What do you enjoy most about writing

Listening.

 

Writing and Wishing . . . . .

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I ran across this greeting card this morning. It is one of the many, many that I wrote for Hallmark back in the 70’s and 80’s. This is one of my early ones. Later ones gave my name. Maybe I’ll post a card now and then, although most of my cards I never saw.

People ask me if I studied writing in school and I have to say no, I never had a class in writing. Probably because I was in college during WW2 and our choice of classes was  limited. Still, I’m glad I didn’t. Right or wrong, what I write is me, and my mind was never tampered with by a far out professor with his own ideas and conditioning.

Imagine this. Hallmark asked me to write thoughts and feelings in words that have never been used in cards (thousands of them) before. That challenge was one of my teachers. I learned about writing things you can see and feel, also, in the 25-or-less words contests I entered for a few years, in which every single word was important and I was competing with thousands of writers. Still,  I filled wastebaskets with them before I sent one off.

 

Baby card 1

Baby card 2 - Copy

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

African violets . . . Swedish humor . . .

AFRICAN VIOLET

Here is a picture of the Aftican violets in my kitchen window niche. Isn’t it amazing how neatly the leaves are trimmed in white?  That was not done by humans.  I do not have a green thumb so I appreciate every day this plant looks so beautiful and so healthy.

Today my niece Vida posted on Facebook a funny list of definitions. Made me laugh out loud. I come from a Swedish family and the Swedes have a great sense of humor. We used to laugh through an entire family reunion and remember to this day some of the things that made us laugh.  They would have loved this:

Definitions:

Artery:  Tue study of paintings

Bacteria:  Back door to a cafeteria

Caeserean section:  A neighborhood in Rome

Delate:  To live long

Fester:  Quicker than someone else

Fibula:  A small lie

Labor pain: Getting hurt at work

Medical staff:  A doctor’s cane

Morbid:  A higher offer

Nitrates:  Higher than day rates

Node: I knew it

Outpatient:  A person who has fainted

Pelvis:  Second cousin to Elvis

Post Operative:  A letter carrier

Recovery Room:  Place to do upholstery

Seizure:  Roman emporer

Tablet:  A small table

Terminal illness:  Getting sick at the airport

Tumor:  One plus one more

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Photo kill . . . . .

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I would really like to take my cup of tea, settle into my comfortable chair and watch a good movie. But I’m finding good movies hard to find, so I almost always end up watching more ghastly news or watching a National Geographic of some kind. Well, really, they are often of one kind . . . animals chasing and killing and eating each other. It’s painful to watch, yet awesome, and the backgrounds of forest, desert, rivers, plains, are gorgeous.

I remind myself that I just turned down several movies that were about people killing people and here I am watching tigers, lions, leopards, crocs, and even huge spiders killing and eating other creatures. I don’t understand what we can learn from this.  It seems it is alright to kill other animals for your survival. But people don’t kill people for that. So far, at least, we don’t eat each other. Not physically, although through our words and actions we are often wearing each other down. We do kill and eat animals though. But it’s so common we don’t take pictures of it or feature the kill on the internet. We love the dogs and cats and horses. We eat the chickens and pigs.

Watching the scenery makes me want to be a photographer, yet I can’t  imagine what professional photographers go through to catch these shots. It has to mean hours and hours of waiting in uncomfortable and dangerous niches and often leaving without a single shot. Storms, both water and dust. Extreme hot or cold. And always danger.

Maybe it wouldn’t be as much fun as I’d thought but, man, I admire their work. Just don’t like the killing.

I can’t even kill a fly. I open the door and shoo them out.

 

 

 

Old people, old pictures . . . . .

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Somehow, people think that old people spend their time looking at old pictures and remembering how wonderful things once were and sighing over how horrible things are now. Not. How wonderful kids once were, and good times. Still.

Somehow, when we look back and see all the changes in our society we can know for certain there will be that many changes again, over and over. To predict what direction these changes will take is impossible. To speculate which changes are bad for the society and which may lead to better things is impossible.

When I look at old pictures I just remember the good feelings from those moments and I know that people today experience those same good feelings in their lives and will one day look back at their pictures and enjoy them again.  People today have so many more pictures than we ever did, photos snapped anytime, anywhere with no limit . . . and no cost to develop them . . and no need to put them into photo books with little black corners to hold them (the activity that we often put off for years.). That indeed is one of the reasons we don’t have so many pictures from our lifetimes . . . the cost not only of the cameras and the film, but the cost of development and cost for copies. For young people on low incomes it was a luxury.

I have so few pictures of my wedding, and the ones I have were taken by friends with good cameras. I have so few pictures of  my babies, but I remember every moment with them and can bring up those pictures in my mind at any time. Bathing the babes in the kitchen sink . . . capturing their amazement at gifts under the Christmas tree . . . overseeing their first bicycle experience.

Even though times have changed, parents still experience those moments, and they record them. One day they will look at those pictures, just as we look at our memories, and they will assess what was happening, what they were learning, in those years. And they will thank those kids who came into their lives and taught them.

 

 

 

 

 

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