Sunday, November 29, 2020

Thankful

 I did my bit and followed our Governor's advice to not Thanksgiving dinners only with household or with one person who lives alone and to not rush out to Black Friday sales.

I cooked a scaled down but more than adequate Thanksgiving meal for Don and myself.  Kevin also came for dinner since he lives alone and also works from home. It was relaxed and satisfying.

Since it is my usual preference to skip Black Friday shopping I can't say that was much of a sacrifice.

I did take the trip to see Amy, Kristen and Dane. I took them the makings of several meals. Dane is doing a hybrid schooling plan but Kristen and Amy are not working. This is the time of year when appeals from all kinds of worthy charities come my way, but I am going to keep my giving mostly "in house" this year.

We all wore our masks the whole time. Dane and I went out for a long walk. He asked me if I would mind going up a steep hill, then laughed and said, "You'll have an easier time than me. I don't know why i asked." I love that he is in his second year of middle school and still likes to spend time with his grandma. So sweet.

Only downside of the holiday weekend: I got a gentle reminder from the Town Office that my property taxes were past due. Whoops. I completely spaced on that and I am usually petty on top of bill paying. Can I blame it on COVID?

It's in the mail!

Thursday, November 26, 2020

Gobble, Gobble



Happy Thanksgiving
U.S.A.

Wednesday, November 25, 2020

Glasses

 I have now officially become a person who has reading glasses in every room. Having worn glasses for most all my life  -- with a complicated and very expensive prescription to boot -- it was an adjustment getting used to not being able to see to drive but not being able to read.

I do have a prescription for distance correction in my left eye with progressive lenses for reading. With the medicare benefit (one time after cataract surgery) they only cost me $480. But I really like being able to use cheap readers. 

Don is accusing me of trying to be like Gayle King with a pair of glasses to match her every outfit. Since most of my clothes are blue and white, it's hardly the same but he does like to tease.


But then my niece and nephews were teasing me about my mask matching my outfit at their dad's outdoor funeral service.  Maybe I am just easy to tease.



Monday, November 23, 2020

I've had these thoughts:

Even for the retires, a Monday is still Monday.


But I guess I am not the only one these days.






Friday, November 20, 2020

Adjustments

 Most people would consider me a fairly neat and organized person. I shelf my books alphabetically by author, separate shelves for fiction, nonfiction and poetry. I am fussy about neatly folded sheets and towels in the linen closet. I sweep the kitchen floor most everyday and have a schedule for other household tasks. My closets are neat and organized. No one calls me a slob. 

I have met my match.

Don:      I see that you had chips with your lunch.

Me:        I did, but how would you know that?

               I can tell my the way you closed the bag.

              I closed it exactly the same way as you do, rolled up and clipped.

But, NOOO, not exactly the same way.

the bag closed by me

You will no doubt see the very obvious differences:


See how much lower on the bag the clip is placed.
No doubt as God intended.

Much less obvious in the photos, but there is a round magnet on the clip. Apparently God intended that to always, always be to the back of the bag.


True confession: I used to get upset if my family tried to help me unpack the grocery shopping because I had set ideas about where things go. I now realize that for years I tortured my family.

I beg their forgiveness.

Tuesday, November 17, 2020

Whence Hatred?

This has happened to me a number of times now. 

Here I am at a gathering, perhaps a holiday party, with my peers -- other white, privileged individuals of a certain educational and economic status -- when someone loudly announces to no one in particular or the crowd in general, "God, I HATE liberals," or "I HATE ALL Democrats!"

What am I supposed to do? Some one I don't know or some one I thought was actually a friend announces that he/she/they hates me. Was it unwittingly done or on purpose? Do I walk out of the room or engage in a conversation? So far such statements have not been directed at me specifically, but they are hurtful. And where does it come from, this hatred so forceful that spittle sprays through the air?

Well, at least the coronavirus will spare me that experience this year.

Hatred is the tip of an ego iceberg developed over lifetime experiences. Hatred may see the "other" as bad or dangerous, but it reveals much more about the hater's personality or identity.

A study of psychology indicates that hatred is born of negative experiences such as jealousy, failure, guilt or refection with underlying emotional feelings of fear and then anger. Emotions can become so intense that violence can erupt. In any case, suffering ensues.

Make no mistake. Pain and hurt are part of the human condition, but stoking the flames of hatred is a choice we make and it only serves to prolong suffering.

In the words of the Buddha:  Holding on to anger is like grasping a hot coal with the intent of throwing it at someone else; you are the one who gets burned. And let's face it, the longer and/or the tighter you hold that burning coal, the more you will be burned.



Wednesday, November 11, 2020

Under Attack

 As part of the never ending suckage of the year 2020, during the last week if October the University of Vermont Medical Center was hit with a cyberattack. It has not been resolved as yet and a cyberattack defense unit from the National Guard has been called in to help. The FBI is also involved in checking all devices for malware.

The system includes six hospitals, home health and hospice systems, and over three thousand doctors and nurses in Vermont and northern New York. At least three hundred medical center workers have been reassigned or have been put on leave because they cannot do their jobs. Medical appointments for chemotherapy, mammography, biopsies and other patient appointments have been affected.

Apparently the healthcare system is a target of high-level ransom attacks. This is really scary stuff! I don't even understand the full implications of such attacks but I do know it is not a feeling of safety.