Tuesday, December 29, 2015


This is one of my favorite weeks of the year.  The pre-Christmas craziness is over and the return to school is still a week off.

I have time.  Blessed, wonderful time.

I finished The Man in the High Castle Sunday and am already deep into The Interestings, which I am really enjoying.

Yesterday I undecorated for  Christmas.   I'll have the boys drag the tree out to the curb this afternoon and that will be that.

I started bringing plants in yesterday.  This freakish weather we're having allowed me to procrastinate.  There are rumors of temps in the 30s later this week so I'm making room inside for some of the geraniums and other annuals that still look decent and taking cuttings from those that have seen better days.

I've been cleaning and decluttering.  Marathoning The West Wing.  Crocheting the first 20 rows of a sweater over and over and over.  Enjoying the ripping out as much as the putting together.

I've been napping.  Ridiculously long naps, all three dogs snuggled in close.

Next week it's back to serious job hunting and selling mom's house.  Two enormous tasks I set aside for the holidays.

This week is recharging.  Recharging, planning, dreaming.  Resting and resetting for the new year.

Tuesday, December 8, 2015

It's Not A Joke

I'm not political and I'm terrible about keeping up with what's happening in this country.  Don't ask me what Obama has or hasn't done for the last seven years.  Don't ask me what Jeb Bush stands for or what Hillary is promising to do.

The only thing I know about the attorney general is that every time I hear her name on NPR I picture Loretta Lynn.

But Trump has me freaked out.  He really does.  It's not funny or entertaining anymore.  It's time to stop walking past the television and scoffing at him or turning the radio up to hear what stupid crap flew out of his mouth this time.

Why is this happening?  How does he have so many supporters?

Because Donald Trump is saying what so many people believe and feel but have been afraid to say out loud.  Now they have a voice.  Now they have someone willing to stand up and spout hatred, fear and ignorance.

We can't be quiet any longer.  We can't blow it off or brush it aside.  We have to do something.  I have to do something.  But what?

Educate myself?


Speak up?


Step out of my comfort zone?

Hell yes.

Stop shutting my mouth in case I offend someone or provoke them to question my feelings and beliefs?

Yes, yes and hell yes.

I don't know much about Hitler or his rise to power.  I know he was voted into office.  I know a whole country let it happen.  A whole world let it happen.

I know I would like to curl up on the couch with the remote or a good book and let the people in charge take care of it.  I know it would be easy to say the people in charge are idiots or incompetent or stupid.

But maybe, just maybe, the people in charge need a little help.

Maybe, just maybe, they need the rest of us to speak up.  To vote.  To care.  To get out there and make sure another holocaust doesn't happen.

I don't know where it starts.  I don't know how I start.

I think I'll start here.  Saying I've had enough.  Enough of being quiet while fear, hatred and ignorance burrow deeper into the psyche of our society and metastasize into a hungry, evil cancer.

I'll start by educating myself.  Reading.  Learning. Listening.

I'll start by speaking up.