Life doesn’t always go as we plan or desire. We certainly cannot control others in their personal plans or desires.
Especially, in matters of the heart.
Sometimes, we must let them go…
When love is good, it’s very, very good.
And when it goes away, it sucks.
I’ve posted something DAILY, along with a quote, a cartoon, a picture of a beauty, and a You Tube clip, EVERY DAY FOR THE PAST FOUR YEARS!
Currently at 285,831 hits; 355 followers!
And, much to my continued surprise and delight, have not only attracted followers, but made friends! Some of whom have communicated with me off-line, and sent money and gifts I
probably don’t deserve. And some with whom I’ve had the privilege of sending lead downrange!
You guys are amazing!
My BLOG MOTHERS™ (including Tam and Brigid) whose own postings spurred me on to blogging, are a great joy! And terrific friends.
A special thank you to Borepatch, Murphy’s Law and Rev. Paul. Without whom, etc.
I plan on continuing to annoy, confound, confuse and disturb for at least another year.
(Or until the powers-that-be decide I need muzzling!)
This weblog remains a work-in-progress. As such, I’ve edited out some of the Usual Suspects who appear to be no longer blogging. If I’ve done so in error or you have a new link, please advise. My apologies.
THANK YOU ALL FOR YOUR CONTINUED FRIENDSHIP AND SUPPORT!
*my very first blog post was so entitled Well, Here We Are…
Collectivism score: -33%
Authoritarianism score: -50%
Internationalism score: -50%
Tribalism score: 33%
Liberalism score: -50%
Frankly, I was expecting something a little less pejorative…
Your results may very. :-)
I’m convinced a significant percentage of our adult population never (or rarely) considers the moral and ethical implications of their words and actions. And we are the worse off because of this. Most moral compasses have the needle missing. And we’re passing this lackadaisical attitude to our children.
It’s not too difficult to discuss this quality in a general way and offer advice on maintaining one’s integrity of the “just do it” variety. But a quick glance at the never-ending news headlines trumpeting the latest scandal and tale of corruption shows that that’s not always the most effective approach. While the foundation of integrity is having a firm moral code of right and wrong, it can also be enormously helpful, even crucial, to understand the psychological and environmental factors that can tempt us to stray from that code. What’s at the root of our decision to sometimes compromise our principles? What kinds of things lead us to be less honest and what kinds of things help us to be more upright? What are some practical ways we can check our temptations to be immoral or unethical? How can we strengthen not only our own integrity, but the integrity of society as well?
You should go and read the whole essay. And watch for the remaining three follows-up. Hell, you should be checking out TAOM on a regular basis, regardless!
So, hear I am, poised over my mail-in ballot, making my choices. (written over one week ago) Do I hold my nose with one hand (figuratively) or make a third-party choice. You will never know, as I believe in the Australian Secret Ballot! :-P
For those who didn’t care for the previous administration (and those who don’t care for the current one) here’s a partial list of current administration foibles, many carry-overs from the previous administration.
SO, Tweedledum or Tweedledee?
In 2009, I was diagnosed with lymphoma and given six months of chemotherapy. I lost my hair, my cancer, and my job. And it took me some time to get disability benefits, including Medicare. And on my meager disability, I couldn’t afford COBRA.
So I went for two years without any medical care, save affording some meds for my diabetes. The other conditions I have had to wait. Including follow-up with my oncologist.
When I was finally awarded Medicare last July, I thought great, now I can go see my oncologist. In the previous two years he had scheduled a number of tests for me, but as I couldn’t afford them, I didn’t go. And I worried about losing benefits if still in remission, and about not having gone soon enough if not. The classic double-edged sword.
But, I finally found some courage and went yesterday. My doctor completely understood why I’d not been in to see him, and I shared my trials of the past couple years with him: few meds, losing my home, fears about benefits, ability to pay the 20% Medicare requires. He was very understanding and accommodating.
He said as his exam showed no recurrence, and it had been over three years, there was no need for an MRI or other expensive tests! I’m to return in six months, and probably one more time after that. Then, only if I have symptoms. He didn’t think being in remission would affect my benefits. And, I’m still cancer free!
And isn’t knowledge and action better than ignorance and FEAR? Perhaps I’ll remember this next time.
My roomie and I have a running gag. Actually, we have many running gags. We’re a laugh-a-minute! One of these gags involves channeling her late father.
It seems, whenever he was pining over some current issue (e.g. gasoline prices) he would say:
You know, it wasn’t that way back in 1967…
to keep his memory alive as we are sick and twisted, we have adopted similar verbiage.
JEEZUS I hate paying XXX for this! It didn’t cost that much back in 1967 (or insert appropriate year).
Over at Random Acts of Patriotism, ASM826 takes a similar tack.
There were 2 million people living in the metro Detroit area and it was one of the manufacturing centers of the world. Detroit today…
Of course, it wasn’t all lollypops and roses. Racial strife, the Red Scare; let’s not forget the warts in this photo. But,
If only we had the WABAC…or a DeLorean…
h/t ASM826, Chattanooga Times Free Press
Or a reasonably facsimile, thereof. Eventually.
Having recently moved a house-full of stuff into one room, I’m still unpacking. And trying to find places to put stuff. Where I can find it when needed.
Ay, there’s the rub. Finding stuff. You see, my new
efficiency studio flat bedroom does not have a central overhead light. I’ve three lamps, two of the standing variety, one of which needs rewiring. And the one lamp is only accessible in a far corner, behind numerous boxes and plastic totes. I have to remind myself to leave the bathroom light on and the door ajar to find my way to the bedside table lamp. Or use flashlights, after dark.
Last night I was getting ready to retire, and thought I’d shave first, as I feel better swimming in the AM having done so. But alas, no new razors (which I’d just purchased last week) could be found, due to the multitude of boxes, coupled with the lack of proper lighting!
So, I guess I’ll take my stubble for a quick swim this morning. Sigh.
(I know this is just a minor annoyance, and that the issue will eventually be resolved, but last night I was ticked. I hate not being able to find what I need when I need it. Guess I’d better get cracking on unpacking.)
NOW, where to put stuff…?
Having recently moved, into a place with the added pleasure/duty/observation of a roommate, I’m developing new, or rather re-developing old habits.
One of these is before retiring, checking the perimeter to make certain nothing is out-of-place and the doors are closed and locked. Basic stuff.
Of course, my roommate does this as well, but she isn’t as obsessive-compulsive as I. (about THIS, anyway! :-) )
But with these new routines, glitches arise. The other day, we changed television signal services, and the satellite tech came and went. We needed to acquire separate equipment to make one of the bedroom TVs function, and thought completing the connection would be easy. It wasn’t. Another technician was scheduled the next day to resolve the issue.
After he fixed everything (in about 10 minutes), he left, and we went about our day, my roommate and I, including going to pick up some fast food.
We returned and ate lunch. Later that afternoon, I noticed the front door was unlocked. I asked the roommate if she had unlocked it. “No, you opened it when you let the satellite guy in.” was her response.
OOPS. And I didn’t bother to check the perimeter when we left for lunch. The front door had been unlocked when we left. Anyone could have walked in and taken everything!
I’m making two points here. 1) I now have a new duty with regard to home security, and have been performing it since with diligence. And 2) If you change your habits/routines/schedules/geography make certain you amend your behavior to keep up with it. I never left my previous house unlocked in 18 years. We were lucky.
Next time could be different. Routine should never devolve into complacency.
As I’ve stated many times, when I began this blog I’d no expectations of anyone bothering to read it. It was (and is) MY weblog. For my reasons. I expected friends and family to stop by for a look, and that would be about it. Before I left the BLOGGER software platform, I had 48 followers (after one year of blogging). Then, I moved over here to WordPress, and the ‘follower’ process began anew.
The most interesting (and sometimes confounding) development about this process is not all of my former followers followed me over to this new site. I left instructions, a map, and everything! However, I’ve not only attracted many new followers, but many are off-the-mark from the expected
wild-eyed, gun toting, radical wookiesuiters responsible firearms-owning libertarians. Many more folks from off-shore, persons of an artistic bent, others than the small corner community in which I’d painted myself.
And how terrific is THAT?
To date, 39 people are following Guffaw in AZ, only four months after switching to WordPress! Of course, I have had an increase in spammers, but, I guess that’s the cost of doing business.
Regardless – Thank You! – Guffaw