I find myself smack dab in the middle of one of the stages I go through at least once a year; sometimes a little more often. It's a stage of "clarity", I suppose, when some of the unrelated topics and events I've thought about - and sometimes even researched over the course of months - crystallize a bit. It seems once they've stirred around in my head and popped into my conscious thoughts thousands of times, often presenting questions I've taken the time to answer to my own satisfaction - or realized that there simply ARE no answers to them - eventually the answers - and even the questions themselves - coalesce into a cogent stream of knowledge I can point to, understand, and finally include in my mind's library, where they are stored, along with their predecessors, on a very long but sparsely filled shelf I long ago labeled "things I know for sure".
You might think I happily anticipate these episodes since I tend to come out of them - they tend to last two or three weeks - feeling as though I've gained a little wisdom. I don't, though. -Not at all.
In the past, over the course of a few of these annual "spells", I've flushed out my own understanding of what I believe Jesus was all about, and the myriad reasons so many people feel the need to make him something he wasn't. I've come to understand why faith is important, but how blind faith is nothing less than an insult to our creator.
A few years ago, I came to understand my own limitations; both those placed on me by my own makeup, and those I've placed on myself by my lack of education; and how by doing so, I freed myself to explore those things within my mental grasp with more fervor, delight and satisfaction.
The last one I went through was personal and I won't bore you with it, but it was meaningful to me, and once again helped me understand more about the sort of person I am. It was a tough one though; I can tell you that much. It took place last January and really made me dislike myself for a few weeks. Oh well.
This one centers around other people. -Lots and lots of other people. I think I've come to realize that some people will NEVER listen to reason, no matter what. It's a lousy thing to realize. I've always believed that a proper argument, supported by simple checkable facts, would sway any reasonable person to adopt a logical position.
Alas, it's not so.
The chilling part I'm dealing with, is coming to understand this: it never will be so, either.
I find it depressing. But, in order to get on with my life, I have to accept that many many otherwise reasonable people are able to embrace crazy thoughts, cling to them like life preservers, and not a damn thing will ever get them to let go; to let go of those thoughts or thought processes; to change their minds. Especially if it's part of their "underlying philosophy" about life - usually something they've been taught by their parents, or some other person in authority early in their life - there is not a damn thing anyone will ever be able to do to get them to give an alternative point of view more than a cursory, suspicious, and ultimately dismissive glance.
Dew glistens on the lawn this morning. Or, more accurately, it did a few minutes ago.
I stood at my kitchen window awaiting my coffee maker's dependable audible signal; the gurgling flourish signifying the end of its brewing cycle. As I stood there, I formulated the first sentence of this post. Funny though, by the time I'd actually poured my morning's first cup of coffee, there was no sign of the sun at all. The previously sparkling grass from just those few minutes earlier had morfed into a damp, dull-green carpet. And now? -it looks like rain's in the offing. Oh well. It's Monday, isn't it?
A couple of months ago, Good-ex-roomie Dot started taking Roadie to her place every other week when I'm in Iowa. Alas, even though they both enjoyed having her out there, her beau Terry is too allergic - a concern from the start - and, as such, it's proved not to be a workable system. So, this past week, Roadie was home alone again, with a couple of visits from Dot to make sure she was okay and to refresh her food and water dishes. I'm sure she's lonely, but Roadie is usually fine alone. Last night though, upon my return home from Iowa about 9:15 p.m., my oh my, she meowed loudly for a half hour and stayed very close to me all night long. I felt bad.
I'd been debating getting another cat to keep her company, but as SweetLady pointed out, when I make the move to Des Moines, I can't bring two cats. SweetLady already has two, Shadow and Dax, and the lease on her house stipulates no more than three pets. She'd like me to bring Roadie out now, and maybe I should, but then I'd miss her when I'm here.
On the other hand, maybe I shouldn't be "here" any more. Maybe two years of commuting back and forth is enough. Maybe I should be in Des Moines full time.
Time to get it done. By Spring at the latest, I think; maybe sooner. We talked about it a lot this week. As I've mentioned, I kind of like the lady, and she does her best to tolerate me. Sure hope she feels better today. She's had a truly nasty cold all week that sapped her energy, poor girl.
Wow. Guess what? The sun is back already.
That's what we Michiganders have always said about our weather. Don't like it? Wait five minutes. It'll change. Maybe I should start the post over:
Dew glistens on the lawn this morning, and...
Be good to everyone.
It's surely not going to be watermelon (Emily came up with the title... go figure.)
Sitting in SweetLady's sunroom this morning. I should be getting ready for work, but the clouds are thick and it looks like they'll let go any minute, so I'm not going to rush. I just poured myself myself a third cup of coffee and figured I'd sit here a few minutes and empty my thoughts into this laptop.
I missed President Obama's speech last night, but I read the text before I went to bed using the link provided on the front page of Yahoo, then I turned on the television and saw a little of the commentary from some of the talking heads for awhile before going to sleep, and saw the clip of congressman Wilson yelling out during the speech. Pretty funny. I love that fools always end up looking like fools.
Tell me, am I the only person who knows damn well that the Republicans have NO interest in providing any real kind of reform in health care? I think it's pretty obvious that if they did, they'd have done it long before now, say, for instance, when they had the majority in both houses. It's laughable to anyone but those stupid enough to think that somehow providing what ought to be a basic right in any modern civilized society, is somehow an evil harbinger of a coming totalitarian state.
A few months ago, some of you might remember me writing about the granddaughter of a work acquaintance of mine who was born with the main artery in her brain swelling and ready to rupture. They gave her a two percent chance of surviving a week. Well, the surgery went phenomenally well, and before that first week of her life was over, they gave her a 98 percent chance of living a full and normal life, and as of last week, she's doing just fine. Her parents, on the other hand, are saddled with a half-million dollar bill, because even though the surgery was successful, the insurance company - AFTER the fact - decided the surgery itself had been experimental, and therefore, NOT covered by their, what they thought to be, comprehensive policy. Oh, the insurance company paid for the delivery, but not the baby's further needs. Now? Bankruptcy looms, and they know it. Oh, and by the way, the family's premiums? 1300.00 per month. When they NEEDED their insurance company, how were they treated?
I am SOOOooooo sick of hearing people say that the federal government is unfit to do something as reasonable as regulate health care by forcing insurance companies to compete with each other fairly, or by offering an alternative public plan people can opt for, if they can't find a better deal in the private sector. It laughable to me that the very same people who claim that the government can't do anything efficiently are often just thrilled to support any military missions embarked on by the government, (and insinuate that anyone who opposes such endeavors are not far short of traitorous). For goodness sake, the government is US.
Surely, if we can, and are willing to, collectively kill efficiently, certainly we can collectively figure out a way to help sustain the lives of our citizens with the same sort of efficiency - and without it being tantamount to replacing the stars and stripes with a hammer and cycle.
I see shoutpost seems to be gone. No biggie, I guess. I hadn't posted there in a couple of years, and all I ever did was copy posts from here to there anyway, but wondering how it bodes for this site, since they didn't even tell us it was in the offing.
I'll move to thoughts.com if tBlog goes away, where I use the same handle.
I'm off to see my kids in Detroit a little later today where my son and I will work on doing some repairs around his house. Hope we have some fun. Note to self: remember to check tools list and take a step ladder.
SweetLady and her crew are at a Christian Rock festival in Sioux Falls. I begged off for the second year in a row 'cuz I'm afraid I'd ruin their time by making snide remarks all weekend. Alas, very few things annoy me as much as that whole class of music. This morning though, both SweetLady and her son are running in a 5k race there on the grounds of the festival. She's been training diligently for the last few weeks, so I'll be interested to hear how she does. She called last night after watching bands all evening, sounding like she could fall asleep right there on the phone. Hope she got enough rest to give here the energy she'll need this morning so it's fun and not a burden.
AuntConi is riding over with me to the Detroit area. I'll drop her off at her sister's house in Redford. Since I think she's staying on for a few days longer than I'll be over there, her son will probably drive over and get her when she's ready to come home. I'll be back here Monday, then head to Iowa on Tuesday morning.
One of these days, I'd like to spend Labor Day walking the Mackinaw Bridge. It's a Michigan Labor Day tradition, but I've never done it. Each year, thousands of people walk the now fifty-odd year-old five-mile suspension bridge that connects the Lower to the Upper Peninsulas over the Straits of Mackinaw. The Straits, in turn, connect Lake Michigan to Lake Huron. It's a beautiful view, with Mackinaw Island just a few miles offshore to the north-east.
I went to sleep last evening with both my sliding doors open. It had been a pleasant evening, cool and crisp with a baby zephyr moving the tops of the trees just a bit. Roadie jumped up on my lap the minute I sat in my recliner and I fell asleep quickly.
Wow.
There's an atomic clock gizmo mounted above the sliding door down here in my den where I sleep most of the time - my bedroom seems reserved for SweetLady's visits, when her warmth and softness calls me to lie horizontally for a few evenings - and the clock itself is set to Des Moines time, since I tend to look at it most often when I'm on the phone with her. (She asks what time is often, and having that clock set to her time zone, for some reason, makes me feel a tad bit closer when I'm here. I know, I know - I'm nuts.) The clock also displays the date, the day of the week, and both the inside and outside temperatures.
Wow.
I awoke feeling nice and warm, wrapped up in my comforter as I was. Roadie had jumped down and was now doing her, "get up and pay attention to me", non-stop meowing which seems to start at about 5:45 and doesn't cease 'til it's had the desired effect. My response is also regular and predicable. "Yeah, yeah... I'm getting up. Give me a sec would you?" I threw off the comforter, stood up and stretched, and...
Wow.
The room was cold as... as... well, something really cold.
The atomic clock, which read 4:52 a.m. (remember, it's set to Des Moines time) showed that, inside the house, it was 44 degrees. Outside? 41.