Tuesday, January 15, 2019

The Power of Kindness

I flew to Venice, Florida this morning -- up at 4 a.m. and in the sunshine by noon. two of my friends were there to pick me up and we went out for lunch.

I was concerned about how the airport time would go. I have to say that going through the TSA checks was unusually pleasant. Those men and women who are currently working without pay were polite, cheerful and sociable. They were not taking any frustration out on passengers.

By the same token, passengers seemed on unusually good behavior as well.

Friday, January 11, 2019

Mending Wall

Mending Wall
BY ROBERT FROST

Something there is that doesn't love a wall,
That sends the frozen-ground-swell under it,
And spills the upper boulders in the sun;
And makes gaps even two can pass abreast.
. . .



Tuesday, January 8, 2019

TV

I no longer have cable TV, at least not in Vermont. Basic cable is included in the association fee I pay on my place in Florida. I find things to watch on Netflix and recently I signed up for an Amazon prime video trial. I wanted to watch The Marvelous Mrs. Maisel since I watched the first two episodes when I was at my friend Diane's house. There were 16 more episodes to watch and I managed to binge my way through.

I can get some of what is on regular TV on YouTube or other sites on my Roku. I get news on my computer. It beats paying over $200 to Comcast for hundreds of programs I would never watch. Comcast did try to convince me that paying just for WiFi was a bad deal over bundling. Hmm. Paying for a landline I don't use and programs I don't watch did not seem like all that much of a bargain to me.

BTW, dealing with Comcast when I am in Florida is a pain for the long lines if I have to go in, but the people are always polite and lovely and take care of whatever business I need taking care of in a building or over the phone.

Comcast in Vermont -- not so much. After Mike died I stood in line (before the fancy new showrooms) and then was sent home to get the death certificate (and my name was already on the account). What possible reason could I have had for lying about the death of my spouse to the Comcast people? I was trying to get the payment switched to the bank account in my name, not steal equipment. My dealings with them have not improved much since then. Nothing annoys me more than having to deal with VT Comcast. Perhaps it is my bad attitude? But I think I have reason for a bad attitude.

Monday, January 7, 2019

Pop Up Ads

I am not categorically opposed to advertising. Why else would I even be tempted to watch the Super Bowl?

It seems like an interesting business and it did bring us the series Mad Men and I enjoyed five of those seasons.

It helps pay for news and entertainment. If one is careful in consumption, ads can be somewhat informative about certain trends.

But those ads that pop up alongside something I want to read and then proceed to flash -- a tunic blouse, a red dress, and purple sweater . . .

Whose idea was that? Don't tell me because I am not sure I could stop myself from inflicting bodily harm on that genius.

Thursday, January 3, 2019

Catching Up

I spent some time catching up on my blog reading this morning. It was sort of like catching up with an old friend that you haven't seen in a while and you end up wondering why you don't make more time in your life for this particular friend.

Is that a convoluted thought process or do you know what I mean?

A post from Baby Blogging Boomer  has been sticking with me -- a post about the challenging behaviors her granddaughters are exhibiting. It touched my heart.

I left a comment and now I am regretting that it may have been intrusive.

Intrusive because it triggered something in me and my response was really directed to myself. This post was one of a series of messages the Universe has been directing at me.

Two big messages in my mind:

This from Haibun Today, an online journal:


A Quarterly Journal
Jeffrey Woodward, Founder & Owner
Ray Rasmussen, General Editor
 
Volume 12, Number 4, December 2018 



Marilyn Humbert's "Hope," A Commentary by Terri French
I am a natural “fixer,” particularly when it comes to my children’s problems (sometimes real, sometimes perceived), which is why I could really relate to Marilyn Humbert’s piece, "Hope." 
Fixers are helpers, but also sometimes controllers. There are things we can help with, but very little we can control. My eldest son and his wife recently decided they didn’t want children and took the necessary steps to make sure that conception would not occur. I’m not going to be called grandma, nana or mamaw anytime soon, maybe never. I have no control over that. 
My youngest son has had drug problems. I’ve had him go to counselors, given him material to read, talked until I’m blue in the face, but I can’t “fix” him. 
I empathize with Margaret when she says “I am filled with foreboding and guilt.” 
Fear, guilt, shame, regret—it inspires so much of my own writing. Thankfully, so does hope.


Marilyn Humbert 
Hope 
Her husband in quarantine with chicken pox, I accompany my daughter to the IVF clinic. It’s the fifth time she has made this trip after years of tests, invasive procedures, injections, disappointments and heartaches.
Sitting with her, the technician explains, again, the protocol, the chances of success. My daughter is full of optimism. I am filled with foreboding and guilt. A mother’s guilt. I can’t fix this. 
a clutch of eggs
between water reeds—
ripples of life 


Oh, yes, I am a "fixer" seen as a controller by my children, I am quite certain. My daughter doesn't say this to my face, but i get the story from my grandson! My son just knowingly makes a cryptic comment about about what kind of Karma is being played out.

And then there was my recent session with a Reiki Practitioner and Spiritual Intuitive. (By the way, one of the most soul satisfying things I have ever done in my long woo-woo life.) Amazing on so many levels, but a very clear statement of "you cannot fix because you cannot control the spiritual path of another."

So, ignore my advise or at least consider the source. I am confessing to be still working out my own stuff.