It’s Complicated

If anyone would have predicted counting the votes from this messy election would turn into a television miniseries, I would have laughed. Yet, here we are. Night three of a saga stranger than fiction. I can’t even imagine the outcome. I think they will elect Biden, and I shudder to think what will happen to many things I don’t want to change. Our retirement. Our Social Security. And especially our Health Insurance. For the very first time since being on Medicare, my supplement has not changed in premium at all. I about fell over when I read the letter. Thank you, Mutual of Omaha retirement benefits!

Had a good session with Sam, my book coach, today. I’m learning and needing more practice doing a lot of things. It’s hard to concentrate on each scene. Nothing else can occur except in the scene at hand. It really is a lot harder than it sounds. Lots to learn and practice. I’m glad to have Sam to work with during this learning curve.

One thing that helps a writer is to read. I am supposed to read a memoir. Sometimes they can be difficult, I read “Eat, Pray, Love” several years ago, and didn’t care for it. I have a memoir, though. It’s called “Me and Mario” by Carol Gino. I’ve been FB friends for a long time with Carol Gino, she is a nurse, teacher, author, and has a long resume. I didn’t know she was a twenty-year companion of Mario Puzo. For those who don’t recognize the name, Mario Puzo wrote the epic family saga, “The Godfather.” It was magnificent and published back in the 1970s. The movie came out later, in 1972.

The thing I’m most interested in learning about Carol Gino’s life through her memoir is the creativity they both must have. The subtitle is, “Love, Power, & Writing with Mario Puzo, author of The Godfather.” What creativity must have been at work for those twenty years. I’m eager to dive in.

Sometimes it’s fun to just fall into a book or another creative endeavor and stay there for a while. Creating always gets my ideas going, my happiness high, and my contentment at the max. Sometimes it’s too hard to read someone else’s creation, and then I have to stop. Do something creative for myself. That is also hard to believe unless you experience it. We will see how tomorrow goes.

In the meantime, turn off the television set. You’ll find out those results quickly enough. Grab a book to lounge with, a paintbrush to plow through some paint, or a tablet to record words on. Create something. Catalog your feelings as these crazy times continue. I pray you all find your way to the peaceful acceptance of whatever happens. We may not like the results. We need to live with them, however.

Let’s meet again tomorrow. Let’s be Kind. And Patient.

Winsome Wednesday

I believe the state of confusion has taken over our country. We still have no results. Some folks stayed up late, and tried to follow the babblings of the “if this happens, that will happen” of the Election Night anchors. I miss Tim Russert with his white erasable board. That was awesome. He gave details, but no opinions on air. I liked that so much.

Today is a day to concentrate on writing. I have a scheduled ZOOM session tomorrow morning, and I’m eager to hear her feedback. Just need to keep plugging away, while achieving 50K words this year. Last year, I had a giveaway for NaNoWriMo. For every time you commented on my blog, I entered an entry in your name. My friend Judy Erb had the most entries. My friend Pat Riedmann won, donating her $50 to any kids’ program for writing. Trouble is, with COVID a local summer adventure for kids who want to write is facing delay until another time. I will find a worthy program and donate soon.

Are you interested in another giveaway? Let me know in the comments just below today’s blog. I’m guessing there may be interest, just want to learn how much. Thank you!

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Today’s pleasant weather is a gift from the heavens above. It’s chilly at the present moment, but I’m certain it will improve by noon. It’s a day we’ll think back on when we have snow and ice later. I’m kind of ready to hunker down and hibernate. Is that a bad thing? People may grouse (word of the day – GROUSE) about it. In the long run, it’s up to us how we weather any season.

A season can be an election, a hot summer, an icy winter. Our attitudes are something we can do by acting, not reacting. When you’re grumpy and negative, you invite those thoughts into your mind and they fester. They multiply faster than aggressive cancer. The disease spreads from the brain to the heart, making it hard and cold. Our creation was about being grateful, with a friendly attitude, and being happy. Look at a child. They laugh over three hundred times a day. How much do we?

One of the many things Dad taught us was to accept what’s going on. You can’t change some things. That is how life works. “You might as well make the best of it.” He would often say, “It’s not the worst that can happen.” Ah, there’s that gratitude thing again. Your mental health will thank you. Your body will thank you. I know so many people who get extreme anxiety when they can’t control everything.

I think Mom’s gets worse the older she becomes. Some reasons are her near deafness, blindness, and instability on her feet. While those things are hard to deal with, it would help if she could relax herself. She wouldn’t become so irritated with store clerks. When I take her, I get the clerk’s attention and tell them, “Mom has very low vision and hearing. Please speak slowly and a little louder.” It goes better after that. It would help a great deal if she would admit she really could get around better with a walker.

She refuses. “I’m not that bad yet.”

I beg your pardon, Mom. You are. It would reduce your anxiety. It would help you be less uncertain, less wobbly on your feet. Ultimately, it is her decision. It would take so little to admit you need a device. Being human, it’s a matter of pride. We all suffer from it. Some more than others.

It’s strange, in seeing Mom aging, she reminds me of her Grandma Bobell. Her father’s mother. She was a very tall lady (from my little kid vantage point) and she was always nice to us. She lived in an apartment as long as I can remember. I’m not sure how old she was when she died. She outlived her only child, which was a shame. I can’t imagine how she felt. Mom has some of her mannerisms, too. The way she wrings her hands when she’s talking, the way she gets up from a chair, the way she shows her indignation at a comment. She straightens her back up and almost makes a “sniffing” noise, and gets indignant. Watch out. I warned you!

Whatever you do today, be kind to everyone you encounter. We’ve all been through an experience this whole year. We’re uncertain who our next leader really will be. We may experience diminishing senses. We may be afraid. We may be too proud to admit it. A little kindness goes a very long way in helping your fellow citizens adjust to the next thing than happens. Be Safe, and we’ll see each other again tomorrow. Get outside for some fresh air. It’ll do everyone good.