Valentines Day ... Dedicated to love... A good time to remember ...
Not
too many years ago Americans of Japanese descent were rounded up,
deprived of homes, separated from families and put in prison camps.
Fear deprives people of their individuality. Once a person is no longer
an individual they can be treated like a thing, part of a dangerous
thing. Our media seems intent on encouraging this mass fear. Nearly
every culture at one time or another has suffered at the hands of fear.
Ignorance feeds fear ... Be informed ... Love.
Saturday, February 14, 2015
Posting Predicaments
June? I haven't posted since June? So, my muse had flown ... probably driven away by the dusty dry desert winds and an equally dry and dusty inspiration. Am I inspired now? Well, anything above zero is hopeful and so I am hopeful. Since June, what? A cruise to Alaska's glaciers, a full and then empty apartment still claiming attention and money, back and forth's to San Diego (I have too many there to not visit), then a broken elbow, surgery and a cruise to Jamaica, Cayman and Cozumel.
But the burning question ... retire or keep working. Theoretically I will have time to do the things that I don't have time to do, like write, genealogy, travel, photography, spend time with my grand kids, garden, research, upgrade our home and volunteer. In reality, I don't know if I'll do any of that. For the last month, admittedly laid up with a badly broken arm, surgery, splint, etc., I haven't done much. But even before that, I only work 3 days a week, and I do little else in the list above. I lie in bed for an hour pursuing facebook posts, news articles and more, grist for the creative mill. Sometimes something clicks and I am driven to write ... I love it! I seem only driven by writing and when I have a deadline appointment and realize that if I don't clean up the house, and myself, someone will report me to elder abuse, ha! Abusing myself? Hmm, that works.
I've promised I won't work past November, my next annual holiday bonus ... but, as my great grandson is fond of saying, 'but not yet.'
June? I haven't posted since June? So, my muse had flown ... probably driven away by the dusty dry desert winds and an equally dry and dusty inspiration. Am I inspired now? Well, anything above zero is hopeful and so I am hopeful. Since June, what? A cruise to Alaska's glaciers, a full and then empty apartment still claiming attention and money, back and forth's to San Diego (I have too many there to not visit), then a broken elbow, surgery and a cruise to Jamaica, Cayman and Cozumel.
But the burning question ... retire or keep working. Theoretically I will have time to do the things that I don't have time to do, like write, genealogy, travel, photography, spend time with my grand kids, garden, research, upgrade our home and volunteer. In reality, I don't know if I'll do any of that. For the last month, admittedly laid up with a badly broken arm, surgery, splint, etc., I haven't done much. But even before that, I only work 3 days a week, and I do little else in the list above. I lie in bed for an hour pursuing facebook posts, news articles and more, grist for the creative mill. Sometimes something clicks and I am driven to write ... I love it! I seem only driven by writing and when I have a deadline appointment and realize that if I don't clean up the house, and myself, someone will report me to elder abuse, ha! Abusing myself? Hmm, that works.
I've promised I won't work past November, my next annual holiday bonus ... but, as my great grandson is fond of saying, 'but not yet.'
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