This and That

Random thoughts.

Nostalgia

I am not sentimental or nostalgic. I rarely look back on what many of my generation refer to as “the good old years.”

I enjoy the benefits of living in an age where I can carry my phone with me. I believe online shopping is a godsend and who can complain about watching first-run movies at home in your jammies and fuzzy shoes?

When I do look back, I realize how thankful I am for my childhood. It saddens me that current political stances make those experiences impossible for other children.

If I could go back in time, I’d take my six-year-old self by the hand and tell her to soak up the treasure of her diverse community. The Lebanese, Syrian, Jewish and Greek merchant’s shops she visits with her grandmother reveal cultures that she would have never experienced otherwise. She doesn’t know this will shape her acceptance of other people.

The children of these immigrants are her school mates. Their surnames are their only distinguishing factors. Like her, they live for recess and hate arithmetic as much as she does. She doesn’t know that her future holds a government that fails to value the diversity of immigrants.

The beginning of every school day began with the pledge of allegiance, before “under God” was added. (My six-year-old self attended Sunday school and if I am truthful, she didn’t think much about God until the following Sunday.) There was no school prayer thus no one suffered the indignity of paying respects to an unfamiliar deity in a diverse classroom.

As a fifth-generation Texan, I knew about guns. My father did not own a gun and we never felt unsafe due to the absence of a weapon in our home. My six-year-old self looked forward to the fire and tornado drills in school as a respite from the classroom. I cannot imagine the fear she would have felt at the thought of hiding from a gunman.

A six year old today has never experienced the wonder of summer fireflies teasing us with the mystery of their source of light. Butterflies, bees and some species of birds no longer visit.

I can look back with joy at the advantages my six year old self enjoyed. Without significant change in our leadership, a six year old today will inherit a world sadly lacking those advantages.

Year-end Reflections

As we come to the end of the year, we are drawn to look back. The amount of time spent will be determined by the events and how much we were affected.

Personal events quickly come to mind. What has taken place around us?

As we look at events, we find ourselves starting down the “rabbit hole”. It is easy to avoid reflecting on anything that does not appear to affect us personally.

Many excuses can be offered.

I have everything I need; I am too old to receive much damage from what is taking place.

If it becomes a problem someone will fix it; it’s not my problem. There exist uneven portions of “the good, bad and the ugly.”

Unfortunately, the year-end reflection can teach us all lessons.

Whether or not we choose to acknowledge their existence, they deserve attention. If our individual behavior can make things better, we should do our part.

Happy New Year

Note: Beloved Spouse is guest blogger

Nothing Says Love Like a Kitten

There were many reasons not to get a pet, but reason flies out the window when one picks you.

We decided when Sybil, our cat of seventeen years died that would be it for us; no more pets. Beloved spouse’s grief was such that he was adamant about being pet-free.

After a year, unbeknown to the beloved spouse, late at night, I checked out the cats for adoption online, but none really spoke to me, reinforcing the decision to remain pet-free.

Okay, if I happened to find a British Shorthair for adoption, then maybe. The likelihood of finding one of those was akin to Mitch McConnell expressing undying devotion to Nancy Pelosi.

I visited the pet store during adoption events, but none appealed to me. Beloved spouse, a sucker for anything with four legs and a tail, avoided these events, except for that fateful day on the way to the gym. I casually mentioned I would like to check out the cats for adoption at the pet store; just to see––.

A crowd had gathered around a certain bad boy exhibitionist preening, yawning and batting a toy in his crate. He was over the top adorable and made eye contact with me.

I told myself he was so adorable; he probably wouldn’t be available after our workout- but if he was ––.

I am convinced the cat waited for us. Maxwell has made himself at home and for the most part, resides in the beloved spouse ‘s man cave.

Beloved spouse ordered a special house to ensure Maxwell has complete privacy taking care of his personal needs.

And Max is computer literate. He has discovered functions on my laptop that confound the experts who have come to enjoy my daily online help chats.

Max on laptop

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