I am obviously not good at all about keeping up my blogging, but I want to mark Ronni Bennett's birthday.
Going back to my beginning here in December 2004, Ronni's blog, Time Goes By, was my inspiration that this could be a thoughtful forum. Despite cross-country moves and medical challenges, she continues to post reliably and thoughtfully. She is way more than a blogger, and her blog is about way more than aging,
Happy Birthday, Ronni! Best wishes for a happy life!
Tuesday, April 07, 2020
Tuesday, March 10, 2020
Thoughts on Karma
I've been pondering since I brought MJ home with me. Of course I've had outdoor dogs before, and Max was pretty uncomplicated but I got him at 9 months. MJ is said to be 6 years. I don't know how long she lived on the streets in LA, although I think it wasn't very long because I don't think she'd have been very good at it. She only seems really relaxed when she sleeps at night. I think about where she's been and how she got there.
When I'm home she never takes her eyes off of me and when I stand she darts over to where I'm standing. It has occurred to me that one day she'll kill us both by tripping me. She's not as anxious when I come and go as she was - she's stopped barking - but she doesn't let it go. When I come back from the laundry room, she's standing where she was when I left.
This morning I was thinking perhaps in a past life MJ had been inconsiderate of a pet and she was afraid of that happening to her. Perhaps that could be my fate as well. Why not? Why couldn't the essence of life be non-specific to species, genera, family, order, class, or phyla? It serves us to believe that we are of a higher order, but is it true?
When I'm home she never takes her eyes off of me and when I stand she darts over to where I'm standing. It has occurred to me that one day she'll kill us both by tripping me. She's not as anxious when I come and go as she was - she's stopped barking - but she doesn't let it go. When I come back from the laundry room, she's standing where she was when I left.
This morning I was thinking perhaps in a past life MJ had been inconsiderate of a pet and she was afraid of that happening to her. Perhaps that could be my fate as well. Why not? Why couldn't the essence of life be non-specific to species, genera, family, order, class, or phyla? It serves us to believe that we are of a higher order, but is it true?
Wednesday, January 29, 2020
Thoughts on what makes #45 the way he is
The fact is that I don't hate #45. I don't love him, but I don't hate him either. I kind of feel sorry for him.
I have no idea how a shady New York real estate developer came to believe that being POTUS was in his wheelhouse, but he doesn't appear to me to be having a lot more fun with this than we are. I look at him and the sycophants around him and, while some of the sycophants appear to be having a pretty good time, #45 himself does not. I don't know if he has a true friend in the world.
I'm not a "shrink" but I think a lot of it goes to his emotional reactivity. Emotionally he's an adolescent.
I suspect most have noticed by now that his go-to move in any contest is to trivialize his opponent with a pejorative nickname. That probably served him well through middle-school as it does for a lot of bullies, but an incapacity to speak to the issues is generally regarded as a disadvantage in the world of adults.
"Who is the whistle-blower?" In the world of adults, it doesn't matter. It could have been completely anonymous and, if the information was true and correct, it would be actionable intelligence, but that's where his brain is stuck. He can't get past the personal affront and, to him, it's always personal. What he does, on the other hand, is just how he does business.
I don't want to see POTUS impeached... and I certainly don't want to see his VP elevated into that office. I want #45 to walk out of the White House on Inauguration Day 2021 back into his natural habitat and then to think no more about him as we hopefully begin to heal the wounds inflicted on the fabric of our Republic and the world.
I have no idea how a shady New York real estate developer came to believe that being POTUS was in his wheelhouse, but he doesn't appear to me to be having a lot more fun with this than we are. I look at him and the sycophants around him and, while some of the sycophants appear to be having a pretty good time, #45 himself does not. I don't know if he has a true friend in the world.
I'm not a "shrink" but I think a lot of it goes to his emotional reactivity. Emotionally he's an adolescent.
I suspect most have noticed by now that his go-to move in any contest is to trivialize his opponent with a pejorative nickname. That probably served him well through middle-school as it does for a lot of bullies, but an incapacity to speak to the issues is generally regarded as a disadvantage in the world of adults.
"Who is the whistle-blower?" In the world of adults, it doesn't matter. It could have been completely anonymous and, if the information was true and correct, it would be actionable intelligence, but that's where his brain is stuck. He can't get past the personal affront and, to him, it's always personal. What he does, on the other hand, is just how he does business.
I don't want to see POTUS impeached... and I certainly don't want to see his VP elevated into that office. I want #45 to walk out of the White House on Inauguration Day 2021 back into his natural habitat and then to think no more about him as we hopefully begin to heal the wounds inflicted on the fabric of our Republic and the world.
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