Tuesday, August 16, 2016

Dancing in the Rain!







My darling and I danced every single chance that we got.  Sometimes it was with him in a wheelchair.  Sometimes it was with me in a wheelchair.  Sometimes it was sitting in chairs, dancing cheek to cheek.  We DANCED!
I have told this story before, so forgive me if you've heard it many times.  It's just a  perfect story to indicated the power and depth of Nyle's beautiful soul.  He was having a heart attack.  He had one the month before so he knew all the signs.  He wouldn't let us call an ambulance.  He had no insurance and it would cost thousands of dollars.  He wouldn't let us take him to the hospital until he presented us with gifts that he had purchased for us.  I think he felt that he might not be coming home alive.  The plaques said, "Life is not about waiting for the storm to pass, it's about learning to DANCE in the rain.  Somehow the gift of those plaques at that all too critical time summed up Nyle's personality.
If you look closely at this picture, you can see the love shimmering between us.  We went through Hell and Heaven in our marriage.  Yet that love we shared was unquenchable.  It wavered from time to time, It sometimes faltered for just the rarest of days, but ultimately, it could not be denied!
When I was 20, I worked in a department store downtown in a charming city.  One night we had a black out.  I had to walk two blocks in a black out city, to my car.  I was terrified!  I kept looking all around, and over my shoulders.  I think I thought that I could do something defensive if I saw someone coming to harm me.
Suddenly, the idea came into my mind to dance.  It was pouring.  I AM a huge Gene Kelly fan.  I think I've seen that movie about a million times.  "Singin' in the Rain."  So, I began to sing and dance down the street.  It was remarkable.  My fear left me as I splashed my way to the car, singing and dancing at the top of my lungs.  If anyone was looking to harm me they probably left when it looked like I had lost my mind!  :)
Today, I'm going to do my best to dance through this current storm.  I have the shingles.  Gratefully it's a mild case, but it is still not fun.  I will still dance, I will just be very careful not to do it around anyone that could catch this misery!

Wednesday, August 10, 2016

Donald Trump or Hilary Clinton FOR PRESIDENT????

Right now as the 2016 vote wind-up is happening I often feel as though I'm living in a nightmare that I can't awaken from!  How is it possible that Donald Trump...who has absolutely no political experiences, whatsoever, who has spoken negatively about almost every type of human on this planet is one of the forerunners for President of the United States?  Even in the Presidential debate he made some snide comment about "a 400 pound person," sitting on their bed.  It's now ok to judge a person on the outside, taking no thought about why they might weigh 400 pounds?  Since when has it been acceptable to judge others on shallow, surface values?

My Mama always said, "There is so much good in the worst of us, and so much bad in the best of us, that it behooves none of us, to talk about the rest of us."  That means that we simply can't judge a person on external values.  You really shouldn't, NEVER SHOULD, "judge a book by it's cover," another saying that is tried and true.

Donald Trump is unkind!  He doesn't care who he offends.  He is also ignorant of government policies and procedures, and arrogant enough to think that his business experience translates into that oh so different world of politics.

Hillary Clinton has been involved in politics for over three decades.  She has been involved in all types of legislation.  Is she perfect?  Far from it.  Has she made mistakes?  Definitely.  On the other hand, she truly evokes a desire to serve the people of this country.

Hilary could have gone a completely different route in her life.  She had the education, brains, and talent to become extremely wealthy.  Instead, she has served in all types of political situations, including as First Lady of our country.

Yes, her husband showed his lack of moral fiber in the White House as he had an affair, that became public knowledge, with a young intern.  That is not Hilary's fault.  I sometimes wonder if Bill would ever have become President without Hilary as the power behind him, to the side of him, and sometimes leading him.

It is far past time for a woman to lead our society.  Women have been leading other nations for a very long time.  Stop and consider, Queen Elizabeth who has served as the Queen of England for close to 70 years.  Then there was Margaret Thatcher, Prime Minister of England.  Golda Meier was a brilliant leader in Israel.  Angela Merkel currently leads Germany in a very difficult human crisis of having a huge influx of refugees.  All of these women have led with courage, intelligence, and caring.  
I believe that there is something about womanhood that tends to eschew war as anything other than a very last necessity.  Most of the women that I have had the privilege of knowing are more in tune with nurture, not warfare.

I loathe the divisiveness of politics.  I would love to be a voice for peace in this world.  Having said that, I feel impelled to speak out this election year.  Although Hilary Clinton has made mistakes, her choices that have been negative were not motivated by greed, or the threatening corruption of power.
I simply cannot say the same for Donald Trump. 




Talk Between Generations in 2016

I began working with computers in 1978.  In those days the way to access the main computer you had a keyboard, a small, light-up box to see the data you were entering, and a jumbo printer that could print out the data you were entering.  A mainframe computer usually filled at least one very large room.

I continued working with computers from the 1980's through 1997, including each and every new permutation of computer program that arrived.

I learned about where certain terms came from, like debugging, reboot, DOS prompt, and so forth, when they first were coined.

AND THEN?  Life happened, and I did NOT use a computer for professional reasons until 2012.  In fifteen years, a short span of time as related to things like dinosaurs, trees, or rocks, or sixty year old humans (notice similarity of the last to the first three items) EVERYTHING CHANGED!

That mainframe that took at least one very large room....now could be held in a teeny, tiny box in your hand.  A darling little creation became available for listening to music, it was called a Nanopod.  Then an even smaller version became available.  It was roughly the size of a large postage stamp.

Our children grew up.  Suddenly conversations became laced with terms like APPS, and Iphones, Ipads, Ipods, and other I types of creations!  By I, I am not referring to me, myself, and I.  No, I'm referring to each and every combination, and creation of Apple's latest brain trust.  Let's not forget, Iwatches.

Our 20 something children developed a rather large, and real generational gap with their parents.  Me, "How do I access the DOS prompt so that I can navigate between the programs?"  Them?  "HUH?"
Me, "Wait, do I use Safari for the worldwide web, or is Firefox a better choice?"  Them?  "Mom, you don't say Worldwide Web anymore.  It's just called the Net."  Me, "Don't you need to type in http://www?"  "Oh no, that hasn't been used for a long time!"  At the time, I believe that LONG time was in human time a year!  Again, time is very relative.

I do not mean to indicate that I'm slow witted, or that our children are slow witted.  Oh Heaven's, our children are anything but slow witted.  My 5 year old great-niece can move about in and out of the computer world with the speed of light.  (Wait, that phrasing hasn't changed, has it)?

When my Mom and Mother in law entered their late 70's, suddenly, they seemed to be unable to cope with "new technology," like, a CD player, surround sound, even cassettes seemed beyond their scope of use.  My Mom lived to be 95.  The last five years of her life she could not use a telephone because she could not remember to dial 9 in front of the phone number to get out of the facility where she lived.

Let me take us all on an "old school," stroll down memory lane.  If any of you reading are below 40 years old, do NOT leave NOW...it's just about to get interesting.  It is 1925.  If you wish to listen to music, you wind up the victorola.  It's sort of the size of a current large screen TV, only it's as wide as it is large.  You have to wind an arm on the side to make the turntable move in a circle.  You have a very large round thing (like a giant CD) that you put on the spinning wheel of the Victorola, and it plays a very, very poor sound quality recording of music.  Some big hits like, "Beautiful Ohio," or the slightly naughty, "Ain't She Sweet."

You can go to a movie...but there is no sound onscreen.  You have to read the captions to understand why somebody is tying that pretty young lady with Marcel waved hair on the railroad track.  There is a piano in front of the screen playing something called, "Mood music."  For a nickel you can watch several films in a row.

If you are young, you might use a phrase like, "Twenty-three skidoos," or "the Bee's Knees."  There is no television, there is no radio, sometimes there is not even electricity.  Which makes that old Victorola nice because it does not require anything but an arm to wind it up.  Of course, when the winding arm winds down the song becomes slower, and s..l..o..w..e..r, and s...l...o...w...e...r and it sounds as though the performer is now a Bass, even if it's actually a woman singing high Soprano.

What do you do for fun?  Well, you do NOT play video games.  You play parlor games, you know where people actually got together in person and spoke to each other?  Sometimes at home somebody plays an instrument and the family gets up and dances together.  I guess the common equivalent is a family dancing to "Just Dance."

Please, let's all remember that the world keeps on turning, changing, and re-arranging.  Our way now is not necessarily the best way that the world has ever known.  It's different, that is for certain.  Maybe, we could be patient across the generations.  I may never know the thrill of sending a "Snapchat," to a friend.  On the other hand, children may never know the joy of sitting outside on a balmy summer evening playing the guitar and singing.  Both methods bring joy, just different types of joy, and who says different is bad?