Reflect

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There will be not be a regularly schedule Piss and Moan session this morning. We are only going to reflect gratitude and respect today.

Respect for those who lost their lives on this terrible day 18 years ago. Those who were attacked and those who rushed to help them. Those who helped in the aftermath and now suffer the lasting effects on their health. No matter how you look at it, a terrible price was paid during the terrorist attack.

Gratitude for those who rushed towards the danger and didn’t return. Those who rushed to fight the enemy and protect the freedoms we enjoy every day of our lives. Those who have made the ultimate sacrifice for us and those who have returned home wounded physically or emotionally. Thank you for doing what most of us can’t or won’t do.

America can never forget.

Don’t ever forget.

Don’t let those who hate this country destroy it from within. Don’t allow the freedoms that have made us targets, internationally and domestically, be eroded slowly and taken from us. Don’t take for granted the sacrifices of those who gave you those freedoms and protect those freedoms.

9.11   NEVER FORGET

 

Under attack

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Do you feel that? Likely you don’t. Do you hear that? Probably not. Do you care much? I fear you don’t.

Somewhere out there, someone is attacking you and what you believe.

Let that sink in for a moment. You’re under attack and you don’t even know it. Well, you may know it but maybe you don’t even care enough to do anything about it.

In the climate we live in today it is reasonable to believe that the freedoms you have right now won’t be there in the near future. All because a small minority of people scream loud enough in protest to catch the attention of the media who are all too happy to highlight the division because it generates ratings and clicks.

There once was something in America referred to as the “silent majority.” They could be from either party, but they rarely discuss what they feel or believe publicly. The silent majority still exists, but if it stays silent too much longer it won’t matter that they are the majority. We can express our opinions via our vote, but is that enough? In most cases policy is being made without a vote, either in the public or private arena. Perhaps the vote isn’t enough any longer. Perhaps staying silent isn’t an option.

The ideological attacks will continue and as fringe groups become more militant in their efforts to garner attention, the non-physical attacks are likely to become more physical. It is only a matter of time before the silent majority is beaten into submission by small, loud minority groups.

 

 

Ownership

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There used to be some advertising out there that said, “Ownership has its privileges.” It was something to that effect. I think it was American Express that used to say “Membership has its privileges.” It doesn’t really matter who said what though.

As I sit here on Labor Day and ponder the long list of “To Do” items I have I am starting to wonder if ownership really has its privileges. The “to do” list that needs to be completed before the Fall weather begins to set in is rather daunting and the house seemingly is in constant need of something – repair, upkeep, upgrade…

It’s tiring. It’s costly. It’s annoying.

I have experience all the living situations. Growing up, of course, and living with my parents we were always asked to do chores and we did them. After moving out, I have had apartments that had virtually no upkeep on my part. The apartment life eventually led to the desire to “have my own place” instead of paying someone for their ownership. I have owned my own home and I really like the yard work. There was something different about it when it was my own yard rather than my parents’ yard. I didn’t mind the work, at least for a while. I have owned a condo where the yard work was all done by the HOA and really there was veery little that needed to be done as far as maintenance goes. But, eventually, that feeling of wanting a yard of my own came back again. Well, I once again own a home and I have tired of work that has to go into it. Just the every day upkeep can get overwhelming but then add the looming big expenses like roof replacement, house painting, crawl space cleanup, landscaping…the list never ends!

Is it really a perk to own your own place when, after all, you still face stupid regulations from the city and county about what you can do with your own property? You may not be able to do what you really want to do, so is it really a perk?

I am starting to question the ownership thing and I am also beginning to yearn for the condo days again.

Some days “adulting” can be a real bummer. I am about to labor all day in the yard and on or around the house on Labor Day.

Happy not really a day off because life keeps up.

Exactly the point

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Data doesn’t lie.

That’s the point.

It doesn’t minimize tragedy, it puts it into perspective. Perspective minimizes fear and hysteria.

The hysterical reaction to the above tweet proves the exact point Neil deGrasse Tyson was making. If you make a spectacle of something (which the media and illogical hysteria do), then you will of course have a perspective that is disproportionate to the event.

Should we want mass shootings to end? Of course. But are they really as big of a concern as we are led to believe? No.

You are more likely to die of a medical mistake than from a mass shooting. Do we see any hysteria around this fact? No. What if the media published or ran a body count update every evening on the news just like they did during the Vietnam War? Would people more afraid to go to their doctor or the hospital? Probably.

You are more likely to die in an automobile collision than from a mass shooting. We don’t see a call to ban cars (or really bad drivers) do we? No. Because it isn’t highlighted in the news like shootings are. A body count each night would do that though.

Is that what it takes to make the news these days? A body count? It would appear so.

Americans like to grandstand about highly publicized events, but don’t really think about their own irrational fears. Do bad things happen each and every day? Yes. Can you live in fear of cars, doctors, guns, crowds, mosquitoes, or whatever? I suppose you could, but does it really do you any good? No.

Let’s not be hysterical and have a knee-jerk reaction every time something bad and tragic happens in the country. Because it does happen, EVERY DAY. You just don’t hear about it because it wasn’t highlighted by the media. That’s exactly the point of the tweet.

Getting real old

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This last weekend was for the ages.

I went to two birthday parties for old people. My grandmother turned 90 and my father-in-law turned 79.

This isn’t really a complaint about relatives getting old. I love them. But what it is a complaint about is that people are getting old, and that just means the inevitable is getting closer…and I don’t like it.

Not only is it getting closer for them (it’s hard to admit, because really it could be any time), but it is getting closer for me too. That’s the frightening thing.

Not that I am scare of death. I know where my Peace is.

But, I am scared because there seems like there just isn’t enough time and there are places I want to go and things I want to do and suddenly I feel selfish because I feel like I have to let those things go. I am scared because there are things that will happen in the future that I might not get to see, experience, enjoy with my daughter (and grand kids, when she has them in the future). Time just keeps on ticking and often I think I am no closer to some of my goals now, than I was 20 years ago, or even 10 years ago.

I look at the people I love in my life and they’re getting old and time with them is slipping by. There aren’t as many at family gatherings as there used to be. Oh, to have that time back, right? Just make the best of it now. Cherish it.

Getting old is getting really old. My body feels it. My mind knows it. My eyes see it.

How do I move forward and make it not feel this way?


 

Do you worry about getting old? Do you wonder what will happen in the next 10-20 years for you? What do you take solace in?

Quiet time

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I like my quiet time.

I like time to be able to just be. I don’t do it often, but when I do I want it quiet. There are also some expectations when it comes to times of the day when it should be quiet…like when it is time for bed.

Now, I don’t mean silent. That would just be weird. Crickets singing. Birds chirping. Fan blowing. None of those really disturb the “quiet time”. However, there is a reasonable expectation that something won’t be louder than those things, which would then be a disruption to the quiet time.

Neighbor’s barking dog. Disruption of quiet time. Neighbor’s barking dog for hours in the evening and into the night, like after 10:00pm (the presumed quiet time of the city)? Yeah, down right infuriating.

Noisy, loud campers at a campground. Disruption of quiet time. Noisy and loud campers in a campground carrying on until after the POSTED quiet time of 10:00pm? Yeah, down right infuriating since the walls of a tent are literally paper thin.

What’s up with killing the quiet?

Don’t answer that. Keep it to yourself. That question was rhetorical.

I am trying to be quiet over here.

Quiet.

About last night

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It’s a full pot of coffee kinda drinking day.

I am going to venture a guess that not all who needed yesterday’s PSA, actually read it. I say as much since it was well after midnight when the explosions stopped and the dog stopped cowering.

Sleep. It was hard to come by and this poor guy had to get up early, like usual, for work. I am now sitting at my desk and wishing I could just have an IV of coffee. Last night is going to make for a long day at work…

Have a coffee. Have another. And another. Oh, the next one’s on me (if you find me and use the code, “I’ll have a 4th”). I am fixing to have another…and another…and another…

Perk up! It’s another day.