Thursday, October 20, 2016
Thursday, October 13, 2016
Why do I feel so confused?
Did I take my happy pills this morning?
Have you found yourself asking questions like these of late? Does down seem up and up seem down to you? WTH is going on here? Why don't I trust politicians or the msm as much as I used to. Do you find yourself asking people, "What would uncle Walter Cronkite do"?
Weren't we getting along with the Russians just a little while ago? Didn't we say we would wipe ISIS from the scene?
Did I go to sleep 5 years ago and wake to find the world inside out?
Weren't we supposed to find that our health insurance premiums would go down $2500? With a better benefit package and all at the same Dr. as before?
Folks, I have deliberately tried to distance myself from the world a bit. Sit back and let it go on it's merry way. Listen to the social engineers and be happy with the new found peace and contentment in my life.
Perhaps you too might be feeling a bit light headed after reading headlines like these,
I don't know about you, but, I'm beginning to wonder if there is any sanity left, or,
Maybe I need to talk to the doc about getting my dosage increased!
Posted by kdzu at 1:24 PM
Sunday, October 02, 2016
White House wants to add new racial category
I note with a bit of head shaking that the minions in Washington want to add a new racial category for people from the middle east and north Africa.
As that big headed kid from the comic strip used to say,
Here's a novel idea.
Instead of trying to separate us all into warring factions. Why don't we just start to refer to all people around the world, without regard to skin tone, shape of eyes or ears, language, big or small, short or tall, as simply HUMAN !
Or maybe even as brother or sister?
Check out their spurious reasoning here:
Check out their spurious reasoning here:
Posted by kdzu at 8:10 AM
Friday, September 16, 2016
It seems a strange thing
A very curious and strange thing that I have been privileged to witness the death of quite a few people during my time.
The strange part is the fact that I do feel privileged as opposed to grief, or sadness. Certainly not happy in any way, and some I would take great pleasure in being able to once again enjoy their company and conversation... even their love. To once again see their smiles and hear their stories.
But, I mean to say that I am glad, even if only for a moment, to have been touched by their lives. Whether it was for good or ill.
I think the first death I was aware of was a young boy in my 6th grade class, Berven Chipley. He and his brother we playing in the woods. Their activity was finding dead pine trees that were still standing and if they could they'd push against them until they started rocking back and forth and snapped off. Unfortunately on the last one when it snapped instead of falling away from them it snapped off and fell toward them. His brother escaped, but a pine limb pierced him through the liver and pinned him to the ground.
He'd seemed a happy boy with family that loved him. While I was not close to him, nor attended his funeral, I marveled at the outpouring of grief and love my classmates expressed.
My first glimpse of mortality.
The next followed soon after when my maternal Grandfather passed from stomach Cancer. From a tall hale man he'd withered down to a shell of his former self, to the point that my mother could pick him up and turn him in his bed. My Grandmother had started taking in borders to pay the bills when he got sick and she kept that up until dying many years later at the age of 75. And I saw love and nurturing, caring, yes and grief, but an enduring spirit that always stuck with me.
A great uncle who died of leukemia not long after I'd married.
Young student pilots engaged in forbidded helicopter antics during flight school in Mineral Wells, Texas
Comrades-in-Arms in Vietnam. Some by enemy action, many during acts of heroism, a couple by suicide, and two by stupidity.
Some were very close and dear to me and many I only knew because we served together. All touched me more than I would recognize or admit for long years after.
And there were the enemy. Quite a few I'm sure by my actions.
I learned to respect them.
So many through the years, for it seems that as the years go faster so to do the number of deaths that impact you pile up faster and faster. And each one leaves it's mark.
My father in an accident, totally unexpected. Grandmother, Grandfather, aunts and uncles. My Mother after a long long struggle.
And along the way there were the animals; dogs, cats, cows, horses, and of course the animals that provided food.
I'd never been afraid of making the hard choice and even committed a few in great anger that it was necessary. Maybe because in some way I caused it, or contributed to it.
But, now I'm faced with the, not possibility, but the certainty that my old dog, Gracie Mae, that Dalmatian, fur shedding, one blue eye and one brown, almost 19 years of happiness and joy of having me as her human is literally on her (I want to say last legs) but, the front two work fine. And she gives the first impression of being much younger, as she runs to see me, begs for touching and petting pushing herself up against me, just for the pleasure it gives her seemingly to have me around.
I'm faced with the choice of keeping her around until she one day can't or won't be able to get up, or paying some veterinarian that doesn't know her to give a final injection, or do it myself in a somewhat more brutal, but almost Viking send off. Which thing I have done many times..
But this time.
Posted by kdzu at 8:31 PM