Thankful Thursday

This morning started out at zero dark thirty. 4:30 a.m., to be exact. We have a guy as we speak (at 7:16 a.m.) upstairs tearing off the old stone on the fireplace. It will be nice when he is finished. I get to spend the day in the lower level of the home office in Gretna, Nebraska with Lexie. Goldie is going (alone) to the groomers. Hope she’s good, she’s a handful.

The Babe is very sore, the doctor x-rayed his ribs. Nothing appears broken, but it will probably take a long time to resolve itself. Chostochondral separation is not fun, boys and girls. It’s a separation of the cartilage from the ribs. All they can do is give you pain pills and feel sorry for you.

What a blessed life we have. Two areas of gratitude already this morning. God is so good to us. We witnessed a beautiful time at the VFW Post 2503 last night. Our friend, Emma, came in with her birthday cake. If you recall, the first case of COVID-19 in Nebraska was a lady who was at our Hamburger Night back in March, before St. Patrick’s Day. It was our Emma. Her father was Case #2.

She burst through the door, and started to wave at those of us who applauded when she returned for the first time after her horrible illness. It is a true miracle she is still alive. After greeting her favorite friends last night, complete with a new hair-do, Emma, her friends, and family, celebrated Emma’s 37th birthday. God is so good. We have a renewed hope in the midst of masks and mania. We love you Emma. You make our hearts happy. Life can be so good. We just have to be open to seeing it around us.

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Today, for the most part, will be spent between the family room and the patio. It’s at ground level with the beautiful wetlands behind our home. We will have a beautiful new “face” on the fireplace, which will be fun. The next step in the great COVID remodel of 2020 will be new flooring upstairs, both bathrooms, kitchen, and entry. LVT (Laminated Vinyl Tile) will be the material, and it will be great with the dogs.

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This beautiful library is one dreams are made of. Yes, it’s “old.” Yes, it’s “cluttered.” Marie Kondo would NOT approve. The furniture would work only if the chairs are comfy. I have to have a comfy chair these days to read in. I would also allow the dogs only if they’re “dog” (so sorry, I had to!) tired. Otherwise, I barely get a paragraph started before they begin their, “I want out, I want in, I want out, I want in, I want out,” dance. I re-read the same paragraph for what seems like days.

But yes, I’d like a library room. Right now, I’ll settle for a couple nice bookcases. Then I can meet my books again and decide which ones to keep, and which ones to donate. I’m hoping the local library or high school could accept some. My quilting books could help out anyone from a home ec student (do they still teach sewing?) to an young lady in the library. Hope to find them a home somehow.

In writing my book, it’s amazing the number of words we used in the 1970s that aren’t used much if at all in 2020. The examples I found are “peignoir” and “negligee.” A Peignoir is a light dressing gown or negligee. A negligee “is a loose women’s dressing gown, especially when lacy or revealing.” My only questions would be;

  1. Do they mean “loose women’s” or do they mean “loose, women’s dressing gown?”
  2. They’re so beautiful, why don’t we use them anymore? The world lives in t-shirts and flannel pj’s. It’s really kind of sad.

Research, my dears, is what we need to do. It’s a lot to remember things about the decade. These things are true, things women could not do in the 1970s. Believe it or not, these things were the law.

Women could not have credit in their own name.Women could not be guaranteed they would not be fired for being pregnant.

Women could not sit on a jury. It took until 1973 for all 50 states to allow women to be on juries.

Women could not fight on the front lines in the military. They could only serve as a nurse or support staff. The ban was lifted in 2013.

Women could not get an Ivy League Education.

Women could not take legal action for sexual harassment. It took until 1977 for a court to recognize office sexual harassment.

Women could not decide to decline having sex with their husband until 1993.

Women could not obtain health insurance at the same rate as a male until 2010. It is a belief in the industry and government women “don’t mind paying more.”

Women had no access to birth control pills until the late 1960s, and then only in extreme situations. The pill was considered the same thing as abortion. Some religious sects still ban anything but “natural family planning.”

Sadly, in many states, the age of consent was 10 or 12 in most states. Delaware had a different age, which was 7. Those poor little girls! No date was given when the age of consent was raised.

I am amazed at all nine statements above that women could not do. Even though I lived this, it’s not something I thought of growing up. I came late to the equal rights party. I firmly believe in it now. And with rights come responsibilities, just like any rights we fight for. We need to address both sides of that coin as well.

I’m grateful for my freedoms, the later in life interest in them, the awareness that is required for them. I’m grateful for you, my readers, and the time you take to read my blog. Instill the love of reading into your young people, and they will be able to do anything.

Stay Safe. Mask Up. Wash Up. Look Up.

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