Sunny Saturday

It is a beautiful blue-sky, sunny day in Gretna, Nebraska. The day reminds me of one that starts out cool and turns beautiful. Like when you rise early and load the car to go on vacation. You remember vacations! I imagine we’ll all want to go on one when this Coronavirus is over. It could be awhile.

I’ve always thought these to be stunning, but not too functional. Perhaps their time has come?
This is pretty much all on my mind today.
Blog, write, and later some block sewing. And thinking of our grandkids. I’m missing them all!

The kids and grandkids are all on my mind this morning. I’m praying for all of them, hoping all are well and going to stay that way. In the family are: a chef, a Federal Law Enforcement Officer, his stay at home wife who is a great homeschooler, a truck driver, a real estate agent, two who manage trucking of railway goods delivered to trainyards by the Union Pacific railroad (essential personnel), a health care worker, and a project manager director. Some of them are parents of our four grandkids, two in Omaha area, one in Maryland, one in Colorado. That’s a lot of diversity and some important, essential people on that list. They may be more exposed than most, and we have to keep living our lives. With common sense at the helm.

Common sense for them will be adequate distance from others while on the job, probably avoiding the subways, and washing their hands – a lot. All we can do is check in on them once in awhile and pray we’ll all come out on the other side of this ok. I believe we will. If not, we will learn how to deal with the end results.

The Babe tells me the last time he felt this way was in Vietnam. Not having any idea of what will happen is the feeling of loss of control. I get it. My feeling of loss of control was in December, 1995, when I had a tumor compressing my spinal cord and in a week lost the ability to walk without assistance. That was the worst feeling in the world, as my daughter was still at home. My sons had just moved into an apartment. I had to get better for my kids. And for me. The Babe had his wife, Sandy to come home to. He was never the same for her.

I would bet every adult who has had a feeling like this is having flashbacks, dreams, whatever there is that tells us we know this could go very badly. Acknowledge them. Don’t let yourself dwell on them, though. Yes, we were afraid after 9/11. We need to remember how we, as a country of free individuals, came to a new normal. A new normal of a free people. We will do that again. Things will not be the same as they are now. Hopefully we will be appreciative of people who really matter in life. Doctors, scientists, first responders, nurses, truck drivers, train operators , and our military all keep our counntry going. It’s time we reorient our thinking to look up to people who really make a difference in our every day life, not sports figures, movie stars, celebrities, and people who are famous for absolutely nothing. I find it very sad we need to get a Kardashian to go on social media to get young people to understand they need to stay home while school is out. It tells me some have lost their concept of real life. You won’t find it on a reality show, despite all you hear on social media or television or in the movies.

In the meantime, keep yourself busy with positive things. Create something with words, music, paints, anything you may have around you. Be inventive. Write a note to your Grandma or Great Uncle and mail it. They will love it! Talk across the fence to your neighbors. Take your dog for a walk. It’ll do you both good. Get some fresh air. Thank you for reading. I’ll be here tomorrow and hope you are, too. Now for some creating!

These folks have my deepest respect and admiration.

Balloon Boy??

It has been ten years since the Balloon Boy was allegedly sailing through the air, causing the world to halt, not realizing we were being scammed.

I remember those reports vividly. Not because I was drawn into the story. I remember because Dan and I were sitting in a doctor’s office. It was a follow-up visit to the surgeon who did my lumpectomy. We were there to have a look, removing the bandages and determining what I was to do next. I was frightened.

I remember being bothered by the hoopla surrounding the hoax that was the Balloon Boy. I had much more important concerns, like if the cancer would come back? Back then, I couldn’t imagine reaching ten years being cancer free. Would I need any reconstruction? I opted not to even think of it. I’d seen a younger woman at the warm water therapy pool who had reconstruction. She was so bruised from the donor area it made a real impact on me. It looked so terribly painful I decided against it. Would it ever quit hurting? Due to lymphedema, no. Some days are worse than others, but it’s a small price to pay for escaping with my life so far. We just had our twenty first wedding anniversary, and we have four beautiful grandchildren. There is so much left to experience.

And what would I look like, eventually? In ten years there have been probably a hundred exams. Many doctors have exclaimed, “That is beautiful,” followed by an embarrassed, “your surgeon did such a good job.” In my mind I laughed. What a funny but honest reaction. I knew how they meant it. It still makes me laugh now. In spite if the #metoo movement.

Would my husband still love me? Of course he would. And he still does. It was my own fear as a woman that was speaking, not my heart or mind. Fear does all kinds of things to you. Self doubt is one of them. It passed, thank God.  It rears an ugly head now and again. The price we pay for being human!

In retrospect, I’m grateful I had such good examples of lives well lived. My dad, his mother and father, brothers and sister, my mom and her family all gave us a normal or (at times), Abby Normal examples of how a person lives.¬† Love God, work hard, respect our elders, soldiers, teachers, and especially¬† police officers and firefighters. No one in my extended families has ever felt the urge or need to fake-launch one of our children into space and still insist it happened. We are not so dysfunctional after all!

I’m hoping the media doesn’t continue to have such a hard time reporting actual news that they report the same story about Balloon Boy twenty years out. If they do and I’m still on the earth, I hope I can reflect on twenty years cancer free. There’s so much to do until then!

Friday, I’m joining writers from all over the country in a challenge to write 50K words during National Novel Writing Month, or NaNoWriMo for shirt. Seriously, what did we do before we had acronyms?? How did we ever communicate with one another??

I’ll leave you with this meme. Ponder it and comment at the end if this post which you prefer. It’s important for authors to know what their readers may want. We will have all kinds available when we publish. Give us a like, and comment. It will help me provide what you like.

Thank you for reading, for commenting, and for being here with me. It’s so special.

I must confess. I prefer paper books. We are a family who had two members in the newspaper business. We comment on paper, how it feels, how expensive it must be, and the covers!! They must tell a story too. Don’t get me started on fonts! We had lively discussions at home, believe me.

Scammers

The world of the internet/world-wide web/online everything is absolutely wonderful, convenient, and a real time saver.

When it’s used correctly.

We think we can trust some vendors, and when we discover we have chosen a vendor who scams you, it’s a disappointment.

A company called Writers Life had a FB ad for this sign, free, just pay shipping. Didn’t sound bad. I liked their page and entered my credit card number.

I received the sign, and things were fine. I received daily emails, and saw they were pretty active.

Awhile later, there was an audio lesson plots, $9.95. I thought “Why not??” I still haven’t listened to it.

In August, I see a charge for $67.73. Wrong!

I called their 866 number and talked with a woman who said it would be reversed in 7 – 10 business days. OK. Never happened.

In September, the bill comes. No credit. And another charge, $67.73. I call the credit card company. They are giving me credit for both. I have cancelled my credit card because I have a feeling I’ll be charged again.

If you Google “writerslife.org”, you will see the complaints about the company. Please check them out before you buy from them. I won’t anymore!

I am sharing this just to save any of you who may have a similar experience. It is fraud, and they need to be outed.

Has anyone had a good experience with them? Please share with me so I can set the record straight. If you have another story like my experience, please share also. It would be great if their scamming could be stopped.

Thank you for reading today, I appreciate it!

Ladies and Gentlemen . . .

With all of the allegations flying around this country about everyone, I think back to the best reaction to some allegations of infidelity was on the old Late Show with David Letterman.

In 2009, it appeared a man approached Mr. Letterman, and communicated he had proof and knowledge of some very bad things Mr. Letterman had done. He threatened to publish a book regarding said bad behavior and write a screenplay portraying the behavior.

It was determined the man did observe said bad behavior and that he demanded a monetary compensation. Blackmail. In the amount of two million dollars. Wow! The FBI became involved, an arrest was made and Mr. Letterman took the bull by the horns and opened his show one night with a full confession to the world about his infidelities. People thought he was joking.

He apologized to his wife, begged her forgiveness, and admitted to being a terrible person. I don’t condone his bad acts but I applaud his candor and public confession. Aside from risking his career, it was clear how important his wife and child were to him, he also stopped any further scrutiny of the matter. It wasn’t dragged out on the news forever, no one kept regurgitating it over and over. Although he had a lot of hard work ahead of him, the public part did not interfere any more. You can find the actual footage on You Tube. It’s interesting.

Wouldn’t it be great if our elected officials did the same? Could you imagine?? No more grilling people over and over testifying about what they know, knew, or did not know. We have been on a ridiculous merry go round for quite some time now. I just want all of this to be over so our lawmakers and elected officials to be true public servants and serve our great country.

There has to be a better way for these things to be handled. Maybe prosecuting false or erroneous accusations would stop such accusations and investigations. I’m not looking at this as a pro President or anti President person. I’m just commenting as a citizen who is seeing work helping our people go undone. Let’s cooperate. Let’s be kind to each other. Let’s heal and be United as we should be. Our very future depends on it.