Tuesday, January 10, 2017

So much to do...

Lots happening in this country of mine lately:  tweets and counter tweets, marches and protests, facebook memes and counter memes, stars and common people saying what is their hearts.  As I have said before, I respect the right of everyone to feel, to think, to believe and to speak what is their truth, what they feel in their hearts is the truth.  What I don't respect are those who tell us no, we do not have the right and should support and respect those in authority in our country.

To me, respect is earned.  This was one of the hardest lessons most first and second year teachers have to learn.  Know your subject, hold the students to the highest standards, present the material in a variety of ways and maintain your integrity.  The rest follows and the job turns into a challenge with side bars of joy.

The current brohaha is over Meryl Streep using an award ceremony to voice her opinion.  I am seeing lots of people saying, this was no place for her to do this and that "celebs" need to keep their opinions to them selves.  This is what I posted on Face book today to one person's voicing of this.  And, that person is entitled to voice her opinion and I respect that right...so, here goes:
Our country was born out of dissent and it is the right, no wait...the responsibility of every citizen to question and challenge, to investigate and decide the validity of the directions our government is taking. To blindly accept leads to despotism and sheep like thinking. It is like giving up our rights to participate in the governing process. It is to abdicate our responsibilities as citizens. To deny citizens who just happen to be singers, stars, actors or news reporter, the rights guaranteed them by our
Constitution and our Bill of Rights just because of their "celeb" status is to discriminate against them and we could be next.

For two weeks in a row now, I have kept my New Year's resolution...to blog once a week. Good job, me.

Friday, December 30, 2016

A New Year Abounding...

I've been asked by a couple of people if I will start blogging again.  I stopped for a long long time and perhaps it was because I no longer felt what I had to say was important or relevant or even needed. And, perhaps it still is not but, after some thought, here I am again, for better or for worse.

If you know me from Face book or in person, you know I am an outspoken and passionate person.  Trained as an English teacher, I believe in researching before I speak or post and nothing gets a burr up my backside more than "false" news and people who do not believe in making sure they have used reliable sources before they post something.

Those of you who know me, know of my love of my family and my friends and how loyal a friend I can be.  I work hard to be respectful in my posts especially when I disagree.  It is that old "catch more flies with honey" theory my mother told me about eons ago.  I also believe that respect breeds respect.  Everyone is entitled to their beliefs right or wrong.

I was watching a video recording today (https://www.facebook.com/coffeeparty/?hc_ref=NEWSFEED&fref=nf) and yes.  I am aware it is from what is considered a left movement.  And the question was posed:  What is our responsibility as a citizen of this nation?  That got me thinking for sure.

So here is my view for what it is worth.  As a citizen of the United States, my responsibility is to question.  Question what, you ask?  EVERYTHING.  My responsibility is to question actions by our president, our congress about every action, every law, every move they make.  To question is to hold them responsible.  If they are not considering  the citizens who elected them, then they should be voted out of office.  So who are the "citizens" they are to be representing...US!.

They have a second job which is equally important:  they are to protect the Constitution of the United States and the Bill of Rights and make sure ALL elected officials are enforcing these to the utmost of their abilities.  They take an oath to do so and no oath to political party affiliations.  We are their bosses, not the head of their political party.  They work for us!  If they can not do the job, they need to find other employment.

As most  of you are aware, I was a Bernie gal from the get go. Were all his policies workable...probably not.  No politicans are.  When he did not get the Democratic nomination and Trump got the Republican one, I knew I had to make a choice. And I did.  As did tons of you.  (and if you did not vote...shame on you)!

I come from a mixed political background.  I lived with my parents and my maternal grandparents until I was five.  At that time, they were all Republicans when it was truly the Grand Old Party.  When my dad got a job in Kansas as a tool and dye maker and joined the union and later my mother joined the typographical union when she resumed proof reading for newspapers, they both turned Democrat.  Eventually, I made up my own mind and became, until this last election, an Independent voting on the issues not the person.

I became more politically active in college after losing friends in the Vietnam War and focused more and more on human rights.  Call me a liberal now if you wish.  I have stated my beliefs as a self proclaimed conservative liberal here on the blog before.

My concern today is not for myself or even for my children, although they are the love of my life but rather the world my grandchildren (twin boys 6 and their sister, 5) will inherit.  I am frightened for them with the way our country is shaping up to become.  They are so filled with love and compassion now and see the world as one great big playground.  I want their future to be ensured as to the opportunities for them.  And I am scared for them.

The central question again:  what is my responsibility as a citizen?  To do everything I can to hold those in power accountable for their actions and to make sure our Constitution is enforced and upheld.

I wish you all (how every few are still out there) a good new year and hope you will join me as a citizen of this nation who will be a responsible one.

I have set a goal of blogging once a week.  Please help me be accountable for that goal.

Tuesday, March 01, 2016

Bliss

noun
noun: bliss
1.

perfect happiness; great joy.
"she gave a sigh of bliss"
synonyms:joy, happiness, pleasure, delight, ecstasy, elation, rapture, euphoria
"she gave a sigh of bliss"

 
 
I've been giving lots of thought lately to bliss.  I've had time to think restricted by my knee surgery and the prolific amounts of physical therapy and doctor appointments that have followed.  And I am opting for BLISS.  When someone is in pain or recovery stages, I found I have a tendency not to appreciate the things around me that bring me bliss.  I become almost narcissistic in the focus on "poor poor me".
 
So, today I am turning outward and trying to focus on things that bring me bliss.   Here are just a few in no particular order.
      
Spontaneous hugs and kisses from the Grands
 





    
                                                      Time spent relaxing with my honey.


                                                     The beautiful flowers in our garden.

 and my morning walks around our bayou, the sunset concerts at the beach, reading on the lanai, quiet times and a day without anything to do.

I'm going to do a couple of more posts on Bliss and the feeling is lovely and, I hope contagious!

Friday, February 12, 2016

Poor poor neglected blog

It has been eons since I've posted  but one thing I have learned is that the older we get, the faster life happens.  Since Christmas, E and I have been filling our calendar ....with dr. appointments.  Our social life has taken a dive but we need to find out answers to health issues and deal with them...we are doing that.

I am recovering from out patient knee surgery...two tears to the meniscus, acl something or other, intolerance to the pain meds after surgery...boring boring boring stuff and slow but sure healing.  Enough said on that.

Today, my friend, Denita Wishart , posted on her vlog (voice blog)about what do we feel holds us back.  I am not a vblogger... I can barely blog my blog as anyone who is till following has noticed.  The whole question intrigued me though so, ready or not, here are my thoughts on what holds me back


NOTHING

In the past,  I worried about what people thought of me...I was careful what I posted as I was on a couple of major manufacturing companies design teams and felt the need to not put myself out there.  Do my art, be quiet and let the rest take care of itself.  And I found myself grinding to a slow halt.  Do I really need to prove myself...I was 67 and had been on 21 DTs of which 5 had been manufacture teams.  I had taught both nationally and all over the state...and I had been published (back in the day) in every sb mag out there.

I am a people person.  I want every one to be happy, to like me and to enjoy life like I do.  That has a tendency to back fire some times and one or two backfires made me doubt.  But I do not any more.
I don't represent anyone but myself...I am who I am...love me or not.  I am happy being me  and before your do the, 'she doth protest too much' thing, I honestly don't care.

I am so happy to have the friends in my life that I do...I gravitate towards thinkers, people of strong beliefs who also respect others of strong beliefs even if they do not agree with their own,, humanitarians and lovers of life.  And my life has been so enriched by these people.

So, what holds me back from what I want to do? NOTHING and then the question presents itself...what do I want to do?

I want to create on my own terms and when I want to
I want to play...alone, with others but mostly with my Grands who have not concept of CAN'T
I want to be with people who love me for who I am with all my nicks and scrapes
I want to be the person my husband  and Grands believes me to be
I want to be the "Silly Nana" my Grands call me.
I want to travel to places I've never been and revisit those I have
I want to crisp bed sheets at night and dreams dreams undreamed before
I want to live forever...even if it only through the memories I form with friends and family
I want to be healthy and live a long life
I want to walk my morning walks all over my lovely small town
I want to
I want to
I want to

be me

and I am

Saturday, December 05, 2015

The start of the holidays...

I am tempted to rename this blog "The Occasional Blogger" as life has been so busy lately that I have been neglectful.  And I still have an island I never posted (tba).  Oh well, such is life and 'tis the season.

We kicked the holidays off with our family Thanksgiving sans Rob.  He has a new job and a new place to live and has been busy settling into both.  He had an opportunity to work on Thanksgiving Day at his new job bar tending at a lovely restaurant and bar on St. Pete Beach.  TG is big tips time and, while we missed him we understood.

On Thanksgiving, the Grands decorate their Christmas tree at our house.  Landon  then spent the night with us as it was his turn.  We had our dear friends, Bill and Jo as well as the Grands and Chris and Kristen.


 I am not sure who told the Grands that opening their mouths wide when Nana gets out the camera is attractive but oh well.  This provides me with great "black mail" fodder when they are older.

Jo and I co-hosted Book Club this past Thursday and last night was our town's annual holiday, Snow Place Like Tarpon Springs.  The kids enjoyed playing in the "snow" and we had our annual "snow ball" fight in the snow area.  Chris and I took the Grands on the horse pulled trolley ride that we missed last year and, as we were heading back, all the lighted palms on the Trail came on...so beautiful.









While the Grands and their parents walked down to the Bayou to see Santa and the characters from Frozen, we tried without luck to find a parking spot to join them.  That was just too much of a hike for Papa.  We then headed to meet up with friends down on the Anclote River for the lighted boat parade. 

The first Christmas we spent in Tarpon Springs, E and headed to Spring Bayou for the parade.  We took our wine, chairs and blankets to keep warm as it was a cool night.  That was 8 years ago and the price of fuel had sky rocketed.  There were five boats in that parade and four were lit.  The last boat had Santa who landed and handed out candy canes.  Times have changed and this year's parade was amazing.





It was magical and wonderful.  Thanks boat owners who participated...you did a fantastic job as did the coordinators of the Snow Place like Tarpon Springs.  Special thanks to Tarpon Tavern whose staff made it so easy for our family to meet there at the start of our adventure.

Tonight is our annual holiday party and, after much thought, have decided to make this our last. 

Happiest of holidays to all and remember, people who don't believe in Santa, get underwear for Christmas.

Friday, November 06, 2015

A day on St. Maarten



Another lovely island and another lovely day.  We shared our tour with a couple of young Brits who were as delighted by our tour and tour guide as were we.  St. Maarten is half Dutch and half French.  Our guide was from the Dutch side and told us all about the relations between both sides of the island.  Our guide was great about stopping at beautiful views and making sure we got in the shots.


We headed over to the beaches on the French side of the island with amazing surf and gorgeous views.  He told us all about the US airstrip on an island nearby used in WWII.  The airstrip was most recently used by drug runners until the islands nearby tore up the landing strip and positioned obstacles to deter landings.



Our first stop was to visit with a friend of our guide.  This man was a self taught expert on sea life and, while we have lived on the Gulf for about 15 years now, we got to hold live specimens that we had not seen before.  The young Brits enjoyed it even more than we did.








 Our next stop was up the road a bit to meet some other friends of our guide.





From the iguanas, we head to the beach for an hour or so.


While Gene lounged in the shade with a local brew, I played in the waves.  The young British guys took pity on this old gal and let me hang out with them for a bit.  The changing rooms were very nice and the whole place was so beautiful!






We stopped to get pics from both sides of the dividing line and then it was on to the rest of our adventure.




The airport on St. Maarten is renowned,  The planes approach directly over a beach (high tide so it was hard to see more than rocks) and we were just in time to witness this phenomena 






Before we knew it, our day was drawing to a close and our guide took us back to our ship through some beautiful country.




Next, and last stop, Tortola