Memories – 2002

In going through some old writing I had from grief seminars with the Centering Corporation in Omaha, Nebraska, I found a couple things I’ve held onto. It would have been in about 2002, when I turned 50 years old. A huge mark in a person’s life, but for me it was the dawning of some premature events.

I went on disability at 48, I was unable to continue working due to the condition of my spine. I continued working for five years, and just couldn’t physically handle sitting all day anymore. My work place was more than accommodating. The Babe and I were married about four years. He told me I didn’t have to work. It never dawned on me to quit.

The header photo is a collage I made of my feelings in 2002, depicting how I felt about being placed on LTD. It was very hard to adjust to. I’d been working for twenty years, got an education while raising my kids, bought my own home, and climbed the corporate ladder. I was approaching where I would get to have the time of my life. And my career ended. All the words dealt with my medical issue, which you “couldn’t see.” “Doing What I Love?” I hadn’t thought of anything. ” I am data,” spoke to there being no data on someone recovering from what I had. I was written up in medical journals, complete with a digital photo of my arachnoid cyst squeezing my spinal cord. The pain was unbelievable. And for the big 5-0? I went on MEDICARE, for crying out loud. Fifteen years early. I was embarrassed. I certainly did not look 65. I felt I had no control over anything. I finally learned to grieve properly about that loss, and adjust to my new life. Thank you, Joy Johnson Brown and Dr. Mary Hansen! You ladies have taught me so much about living.

There was a session about expressing grief. It was through poetry. As nearly as I can remember, I must have written a poem about My Dad’s Hands. I’ll leave you with these thoughts.

MY DAD’s HANDS

Big, Outstretched, and Warm

I always felt safe

When Dad reached down

and took my small hand in his.

Crossing the street

Into the Doctor’s Office

Upstairs a million steps to the dentist’s smelly office

I knew he would protect me.

As I grew, I noticed

the nicotine stained fingers,

the Pressman’s ink,

the Mechanic’s grease,

and I saw some of his many talents.

His beautiful signature

The thousands of books he’d read

The golf clubs he treasured

The grandchildren he’d held after

He was sure they wouldn’t break.

How cold and small they seemed

With the IV’s inserted

As that modern plague Cancer

Sucked the breath from his lungs,

But not the love for him from my heart.

It’s HUGE!

The snow is falling with a velocity I remember from Childhood. And we would walk to school in it, and walk home. When we got to the busy street with stoplights, there were mounds of snow the plows left that were packed down hard. You had to climb up them, then down the other side. Some times, they could be two or three feet high. Seriously.

I remember the nuns cautioning us about standing on top of those snow mounds while waiting for a red light to change. “Don’t do it!” they cautioned. “You could slip and fall under a moving car.” Great. One more thing (that could happen) to be afraid of. Luckily, we never saw that happen. (Cue a sigh of relief).

I remember how cold it was. The girls wore uniforms that were navy jumpers and a white blouse. Of course, we wore boots. As seventh and eighth grade came around, we thought we were too cool to wear boots. Mom usually won. They just invented the boots girls could wear without shoes, and I wanted some.

Overshoes were so cumbersome. But you know, they were the most sensible. My dad wore them. Mom had some that would go over her high heels. I was amazed at that. I outfitted my kids with overshoes, boots, whatever you could get them to wear when they were little. Yes, all kids have rubbery legs as you try to hog-tie them to put boots on. Their legs go limp, they can’t push their foot into the boot, no matter how you manipulate their foot. Once you get them to stiffen their leg, not bending their knee, it was easier. Then the best invention of all.

I learned about them from my Aunt Lois. She was better than June Cleaver. She had six kids, a police officer husband, and probably a pet dog or chicken, depending on what the kids dragged home from school (Paula – you know you did)! Her younger kids were only a few years older than my kids. Those kids have grown up into some of the best people I’ve ever known. Kudos to the Conrad family of Orchard Avenue! Her hand me down clothes from Mike and David were a Godsend!

I remember being a single mom during blizzards. If we didn’t make an attempt to get to work, we would not be paid. Period. I always made it. Many of the women I worked with had their husband’s bring them, and would be picked up later. I carried the snow shovel in the back of the Pontiac Station Wagon I got in the divorce. I used it more than once. And, being young, I wore high-heeled leather boots and was pretty styling. I bought them in the spring of probably 1984. They were beautiful and lasted forever.

No, I didn’t wear short skirts. Always knee length or longer. Appropriate office wear. Very different from what is worn now. We didn’t know what a casual day was. Now, it seems many offices are beyond business casual. Times change so much.

I’m going to make a hot cup of tea and go sit in my recliner and look out at the snow. I find watching it rather soothing and beautiful. It’ll make for a lot of good moisture for our yard. I love the four seasons and hope you are all safe and warm today. Being retired offers so many good things. It’s nice home with the Babe and the dogs. Goldie loves the snow, and wonders why we don’t stay out with her constantly. Silly girl.

Take care of yourself today. Be kind. Be Thoughtful. Check on your neighbor, especially if you’re snowed in. Send your kids to shovel an elderly neighbor’s driveway. It’s the right thing to do. Great exercise, too. I’m researching today. Compensation for illustrators. Anyone know the subject? Thanks for reading. See you tomorrow!

Sunday, Sunday

Hello, hope you’re all well this fine Sunday night. We’re expecting some major snow in the next few days. Tomorrow, after 4 a.m., it’s supposed to snow heavily, as much as one inch an hour. That’s pretty substantial. Planning on staying home, and the Babe is too. We’ll cozy up at home and call it good.

Goldie passed with flying colors again today, being left out of her kennel while we were away today. I know she’s not going to eat anything, and she and Lexie were both happy when we got home. (But when are they not?)

I’m nearly finished with All Things In Time, by Sue Buyer, the 92 year old first time author. Ms. Buyer was a professional writer her whole career, but never wrote actual reporter stories at the newspaper she worked for. This was common for women during the 1950s and 1960s, when women commonly left their job as soon as their pregnancies “showed.” Rarely did they return after giving birth. Ms. Buyer had an interesting view of a lot of human stories during her time at the newspaper. Some are combined with other stories, making her novella a step back in time. I’m enjoying it.

All the information I’ve read about succeeding in any creative endeavor contains a lot about being persistent. That is good advice. I don’t think there is any creative person who isn’t. Not one who has succeeded. Some days it’s hard. I’ve taken almost two months off from actively writing new pages for my novel, and I feel like a schlep. I’ve been feverishly busy about other aspects of writing and publishing, but not actively writing feels like I’ve abandoned it. Not so. Time to change that mindset right now.

Tomorrow is our day to be finished arranging the boxes of Christmas decorations in the storage room, and it should be one of a few things we finish tomorrow. The Babe finally can use the snowblower, and since he’s losing weight, he can shovel too, unless he gets out of breath. Then it’s time for nitro and the couch. He’s enjoying helping the neighbors out, even though we don’t need to get out and go anywhere.

You all take care, be safe if you live where it’s going to snow a lot. Cold, wind, and blowing snow is no joke. Ice either. Stay home if you can. Have a beautiful night and a great day tomorrow. We’ll see each other then. Thank you for reading.

A Sigh of Relief

On this Thursday, I can tell you I feel a sigh of relief. I believe it’s from the Inauguration being over, (with no riots or issues), and that the color purple needs to reflect how we are. United. Kind of like the children’s book I told you about yesterday, “Mixed – A Colorful Story,” by Arree Chung of the Storytellers Academy.

I love purple. It has so many shades and hues; it allows for a lot of mixing. I look good in purple, too. Silvering hair has its advantages. I feel purple-ish inside. Some of it is from the bruising the media inflicts on our psyche, constantly hammering away. I love to escape all of that into my world of creating. I need the noise to go away. That’s where music comes in. I’m listening to Kevin Costner’s Modern West again today, it’s just a bunch of wonderful stories in his songs and pleasant music. Storytelling has enveloped my life.

I’m having fleeting thoughts like, “Wouldn’t it be crazy if” and some random idea runs through my mind. I need to write them down, because I think there will be another children’s book ruminating in my brain. I love to think back to the things my kids loved to read about. Lovable Lyle, the Crocodile comes to mind. It was so cute. I remember it crushed Lyle when some people didn’t like him. It was devastating to him. And he learned to cope with it. Great story and great art.

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I think a lot of the feeling I’m having today is hope the world can calm down now, despite the Pandemic. I feel like I did when the Babe and I bought our first house together, and moved to a better neighborhood. I had lived in a house with my kids’ next door to a really awful neighbor, with lots of stress from the situation. The guy was a drug dealer, alcoholic, and loved to fight with people, usually after the bars closed. He and his girlfriend had three kids together who roamed the neighborhood. The kids became wards of the state. The meth-addicted girlfriend left.

Once an experience like that is over, you can realize how not stressed you are. Then you realize what they have subjected you to for a lot of years. Since I was a single mom, I was afraid of him and his crazy friends. There was a lot of unscrupulous stuff going on. Normal people have to get up and go to work every day. You can’t be awakened by loud music and arguing night after night and still be rested the next day. It’s tedious. It’s maddening. It’s uncalled for.

As we go forward, let’s all be purple. Let’s play nice. Let’s give people the benefit of the doubt. Let’s give others a chance. Be kind. Be gentle, especially with yourselves. Stand tall and proud of who you are. Live a life that is a good example to a child. Be safe. Thank you for reading today, and I’ll see you tomorrow.

Tuesday at the Home Office

Happy Tuesday Afternoon!

It’s been a very strange day. I took Mom to her bank to move money around. She had an appointment with the person who does those things. We arrive, he was ill. She was upset. She gets agitated easily when things don’t go according to plan. She can’t handle surprises well anymore. She is home a lot, and she’s safest there. Not only do you have COVID-19, we also have extreme fall risk, some pride, and lots of stubbornness. It’s quite a combination. I’m glad I have the determination of both of my parents. Mom’s more of a steamroller; Dad was more of a prepare for the worst and be glad when it doesn’t happen. I’m more like Dad, but I can steamroll if needed.

So gets in the Branch Manager’s office, and handles first things first. Getting what she needed; then the paperwork; then the receipts. The money she had to “move” was probably unnecessary; as the account had special checks, which I’m sure are negotiable to write to a vendor, but she insists no. OK, Mom. Whatever you say. It probably didn’t have to be this hard, but it’s done, that’s all that mattered.

Mission Accomplished! We get back to the car, and she asked to sit there for a little bit so she could “collect herself.” The Babe’s Mom would say, “I need to get organized.” Little old ladies are so cute. They’re insistent on some things and other things don’t matter anymore. We went to Walgreens, and the only thing there was the “usual” toilet paper display at the front of the store was replaced by a paper towel display. I paid no attention to what she bought, but the cashier told her it wasn’t toilet paper. She felt terrible, and I didn’t watch what she was doing.

She said she felt terrible being such a mess. It’s confusing when she’s out, and I’m glad she does as well as she does. It could be a whole different game in six months. My brothers and me, we’re ready for whatever happens. I hope God’s good to her.

Tomorrow will be a big day for her, the stair lift will be installed. Like many older people, she’s not good with remotes. I hope it’s not a hassle for her. Practice. Just needs patience, which she’s not too good at with new stuff. Life is full of mysteries, isn’t it?

You work hard your whole life, and your kids leave. Your empty nest is fun for awhile, then if you have grand kids, you get to watch them grow up, then they go on and live their lives. You see them less often, too, it’s important for them to stretch their wings. And you kind of wait around to see what the next chapter has. You’re too vital and interested in life to sit and do nothing. That’s where I’m so glad to be creative. There are so many things I love and am good at, it’s hard to choose a hobby of the day. Right now, it’s writing. And watching videos. I have more to finish up with, and will do that. There are many interesting ones to catch up on and share with Cartney, my illustrator. I even purchased a book Arree Chung wrote, “Mixed.” It’s a beautiful book. The photos match the story so well. If you have young kids, this is a must have. It explains mixed race marriages in a wonderful way. Hat’s off to you, Arree! I’ll have a photo tomorrow, my devices aren’t synching right now.

We are on duty today to pick up addison from school soon. It’s nice to see her and hear how her day went. The Babe found some old photos on his phone this morning from when she was in first and second grade. Wow. She’s a young woman now, no longer a little girl! Time. It flies too damned fast.

Be safe out there. I’m praying for a safe Inauguration Day tomorrow. Regardless of anything else, we will all have a new president and vice president. I hope he is well enough to withstand the stress of the office. My prayers are especially for all law enforcement and military who are keeping the peace tomorrow. May the crowd have respect and be ruled by sensibility. God Bless the USA! See you tomorrow.

LLC Name Blues!

Good morning from the Home Office in Gretna, NE! In all my excitement to introduce you to my illustrator, Cartney McGuigan, I had some backstory going on here that I find humorous enough to share.

As I started with my heart afire, I couldn’t download/convert a file to jpg. No problem! I checked for an extension to do that, found two. They worked, but you could only see a curl of Cartney’s hair. No time to waste. Kate sent me a jpg version, and we were off to the races. Until.

Until Lexie, my staff-member, decided she had to be sick. Right on my office rug. My fun pop of color in the room – my white background rug with colorful buttons on it. She was sick several times over about thirty minutes. Poor Lexie!

Poor Lexie!
She Couldn’t Help It!

Needless to say, I am delighted to be working with Cartney McGuigan on the project, “Roxie, What Are You Doing?” I know she will capture what I’m looking for in the artwork. It’s the most important part of a picture book. My words will change according to the visual story. I can hardly wait to work through this process with her. I most appreciate the fact we are two creative people, choosing to work together. Age is not a factor, it’s the love of creating moving us forward. How lucky we were to find each other!

On another note I find rather humorous, I heard from my attorney handling the establishment of my LLC. The name I chose, “Eureka Publishing Company, LLC,” is most likely too similar to the “Eureka Writing Company, LLC,” which calls Lincoln, Nebraska home. Dang! That was such a great name. For all my “Eureka” moments. Ok, so it can’t be that hard to find a name, can it? Well, here we go down this rabbit hole!

OMG! Publishing LLC – a religious publication company in US

Late Bloomer Publishing LLC- already taken elsewhere in US.

Never Too Late Publishing LLC – ditto

Take the Plunge Publishing LLC – a lingerie company in the US

Watch This! Publishing LLC – a shipping company in the US

Creative Soul Publishing LLC – already exists in US.

Roxie Publishing LLC – Exists in Ohio

Grateful Publishing Company LLC – Grateful Owl Publishing Co LLC – exists in US

Home Office Publishing Company LLC – Real Estate in US

Never Did This Before Publishing Company – Never Before Publishing LLC in US

First Time LLC – Exists in US

Just Do It LLC – Nike

Life IS Publishing LLC – Already exists in US

Fresh Ideas Publishing LLC – Food & recipe company in US

Shadow Publishing LLC – Already exists, publishes Horror genre in US

Sunshine Publishing LLC – Already exists in US

I came down to three choices;

Raabe Ranch Publishing Co, LLC – I jokingly call our large lot that has a wetlands behind it “Raabe Ranch” since it’s so big for the dogs to run.

Kathy Raabe Publishing Co, LLC – Kind of boring, I think. But a possibility.

Jewell Publishing Co, LLC – Eureka! How simple. Why didn’t I think of this first? It’s my maiden name, my family name. My dad was a pressman at our newspaper, we all learned so much about the business just from hearing conversations at home. This honors Dad, who always encouraged me, and gives credit to where I came from. A blue collar, working class home. The best. Thanks again, Dad!

Cross your fingers the Nebraska Secretary of State doesn’t reject this name. We’ll have another cause for celebration when the LLC is established. It’s a legal protection for our personal assets. I will write more than one book. More kids books, and back to my novels for sure.

The coming week will see all the Christmas decorations being put away. I wasn’t ready to be rid of the beautiful lights in the evenings by the fire. They’re so pretty. I suppose it’s time. I save the snowman collection until January – March for display. Cute, and it fills up those spaces so they’re not so empty. The Babe is a big help to me, since I’m not supposed to carry heavy stuff, and all that. He is so patient. I’m blessed, and so is he!

Off to wrap and stow decorations. And watch Kansas City vs. the Cleveland Browns. It should be a great game.

Life holds so many possibilities. Go out and grab one for yourself! Thank you for reading today. More adventures tomorrow!

Announcing . . .

Folks, you’ve been with me from the beginning. Today we are celebrating two milestones. This is post #500. This is huge. But the other announcement is bigger and better!

You all are the first to know I have found the perfect artist for my children’s book. Introducing Cartney McGuigan! I am over the moon to be able to have a young artist to work with, one that shows a lot of promise. We’ve both never done this, so it will be an adventure. Here is Cartney’s bio.

Cartney McGuigan is thrilled to be the illustrator for “Roxie, What Are You Doing?”. She is currently a senior in high school and plans to go into acting after graduation. Cartney enjoys singing, dancing, and drawing. If it’s artistic, she’ll do it! She has participated in a varsity show choir at her school for three years and will be an art instructor at the McGuigan Arts Academy this summer. Most recently, Cartney created a show logo for a production of Paul Williams Songbook in California and also specializes in custom artwork for any occasion. Her work can be purchased in Car’ts Art Mart on Etsy and also in Billy McGuigan’s online merchandise store.

A Sample of Cartney’s Art

Cartney, I’m excited to learn with you. We will have the support of the McGuigan Arts Academy, and they specialize in things “we’ve never done before.” I’m honored we have their support. It’s going to be such a fun project. We’re going to do meetings to check out each other’s telling of the story, and I will reduce my word count as the pictures tell the story of Roxie and Gavin. It’s going to be a wonderful experience. Cartney, oh the things we’ll do, and we will learn alongside each other. One creative inspiring another. What can be better?

Celebrate with Cartney and me today. Thanks for reading, and I’ll see you tomorrow. We have more life stories and observations to share. As we progress, we’ll share Cartney creating her sketches and talk about the inspirations she has. It’ll be fun for all of us. Take care and be safe out there.

Blizzard Friday

I’m looking out the Home Office window, seeing the snow dance across the driveway. As a kid, I always thought there was a requirement of a lot of snow (over eight inches), and very high wind. Now, as an adult, we’re told it’s simply the high wind and the blowing of snow that makes a blizzard. It could simply be blowing existing snow. I have to say, the view is magnificent. My thoughts are with those who don’t have warm coats, homes, and food. Help them out, if you’re able. Together, we can make a difference! Our friends at Moving Veterans Forward Nebraska can give you some ideas for some immediate needs as they move some of their clients into apartments, out of the cold.

I have an announcement to make tomorrow on the occasion of my 500th blog! It’s huge for me, and it will be shared right here, in Blog #500, tomorrow.

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Today, I’m watching more educational/craft videos on writing, producing books, being your own publisher, with a KidLit slant. What’s interesting, is when I first started learning about all of these things, I had to pull back and not read the barrage of email from everyone and their dog, touting their classes/kits/fool-proof plans for success. I had to put them all out of my mind and just write. I felt torn, according to the folks peddling their wares, I had to market, sell, entice readers and build my sacred email list.

I am a skeptic to all these offers and claims. Luckily, I’ve asked a group of writer friends from Nebraska Writers Guild if they’ve seen or bought any of these great things, we share that kind of information, and help each other avoid scammers. It’s a good practice.

Whatever information I gleaned from those who weren’t scammers, I’m recalling now and it isn’t confusing or so foreign. My brain is telling me, “You’ve heard this before, and this is how you can use it now.” It’s a good feeling. That all tells me this plan of publishing a book for children is coming together. Accomplishment is what spurs a creative human on to create more.

My “makeup” class from Picture Book Challenge by Storytellers Academy is about Crafting Voices for your character/drawings. Looking forward to it. My “live” class today is, “How to Make a Picture Book Summary,” and I’m waiting to enter it via Zoom right now.

Stay warm, if you’re in the blizzard region. Be Safe. Help each other out! Have faith, everything will be ok again. I’m sure of it. Thank you for reading, and I’ll see you tomorrow! #500!

A Cozy Wednesday

How lucky are we? Not only do we get a new furnace today, it will be over fifty degrees today while it is installed. We will be without water, but that’s ok. I got a few pitchers of water from the refrigerator dispenser, so we should be good.

At the moment, I’m seeing four workmen, two trucks full of equipment, and a big box sitting in the driveway. It has a rendering of Dave Lennox on it; the guy in overalls, a shirt and tie, and a Peaky Blinders cap. The dogs are in the bedroom, and I hope they’ll be good. I figure once the trucks are unloaded I can release the hounds. They’re not protesting too badly yet.

My kids book is coming along nicely. We’ve received a ballpark estimate on printing, which appears manageable. We met with our illustrator yesterday, you’ll be hearing more about her later. I had several people critique it for me, and they have great ideas. Writers are good people. Who said they can’t be social? Not me.

You already know how I love books. I love the feel of them, the smell of them, the way they look proudly displayed, and I now love actually creating them. In due time, they will all be printed. And I have to say, the printing industry itself is one I’ve been enmeshed in for my whole life.

My dad worked at our local newspaper for my entire life. He started in September, 1952, when I was four months old. He worked at the daily paper at night, and eventually, he picked up one day shift at the local small weekly paper, too. For years, he would come home from the night job, get a couple hours sleep, then get up, and go work all day as a pressman. He would be home, exhausted, around 4 p.m. He would have dinner, then go to his full time night job, and arrive home around 4 a.m. On Thursday, he slept as long as he could. I don’t know how he did it, but I know he did it to provide for our family.

Dad taught us many things from his work. My brothers and I always feel the paper in a book. Glossy paper is one of the finest feeling papers in the world. The color seems to jump off the page. It’s costly, but beautiful. I may have taught my kids the same thing. It’s hard for books to compete with electronics. Many kids just are not interested in spending all that time reading. They’d rather play video games. I do find it sad, but the world has changed.

Fonts became important to me when I started work after my divorce. We had IBM Selectric Typewriters (this was the 80’s), and no one had desktops yet. I’m not sure if they even existed yet. I never became a secretary, I was a Compensation Clerk, although I had many secretarial duties. I was so glad to get away from them and begin software design and maintenance. Lots of paperwork there. I always vowed if we programmers had a secretary, I would treat her well because many people don’t. Surprise! I was doomed to do my own typing my entire career. The secretary jobs were phased out. We all did our own emails, etc. No big deal.

In early desktop dealings at work, we had “dumb computers.” We cranked out code, business reports, information galore, and compiled the programs, which converted the English in COBOL to Assembler, which then “ran.” Major files were updated. Reports were printed. Invoices, Paychecks, Accounts Receivable, Accounts Payable, it all was important to know. It really wasn’t so much the writing code and making it “worked,” it was the business knowledge that became most sought after. If you could code and knew the business, you were good at your job.

And now, I’ve sort of circled the block, and I’m composing my stories and producing copy to read. I’m grateful to my parents for making readers of us. I think it’s important to being a well rounded person. I’m excited to join in the millions of authors who have written and been printed. I’m not there yet, but I’ll get there.

I would be remiss if I failed to mention today is our grandson Cody’s first birthday. I hope he has a great day, and he gets a lot of good cake. Hmmmm, birthday cake! The best thing about the parties!

Thank you for reading today, I appreciate your time. I cannot believe how early we have this blog finished today! On to more work! (or a nap). Another positive out of having to get a new furnace, etc. Who would have thought it? I’ll see you tomorrow. Be Safe out there.

Sunday, Sunday

This is a late Sunday afternoon. The Babe and I went to the VFW Post to do a little office work ad have a meeting regarding the outreach our Post has in the community. We already work with Moving Veterans Forward, a local organization that works with homeless Veterans. They commit to help themselves move from homelessness to nice housing, with the help of MVFNE. It is an honor to personally volunteer with them. Ron Hernandez is a stellar human being, humble in his works, and friend to all the Veterans. They respect him, and it’s mutual.

Once we returned home, I thought I’d just whip through a blog. Guess again. My brain isn’t whipping anything today but me! It’s another very overcast, humid, cold day. The humid cold days are tough for anyone with arthritis. It’s a given. It’s nearly time for me to sit with the heating pad on my back. Yes, it is. Take a break, get a snack, be right back.

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The Sunday’s of childhood always began with “Children’s Mass,” where the entire school sat with their classes, not their families. I always thought that was weird, but Mom attended Mass at 6 a.m when Dad just got home from work/Mass at St. Joseph’s Hospital Chapel. He attended on his way home, usually just him and all the nurses and doctor’s. Dad was a very devout Catholic. Mom converted when they got married. As kids, we attended, in high school, and when I married the first time, we did too. After divorcing in 1982, I just wavered in my church affiliation, but never my faith in God. That’s still very strong.

In some ways, I’m reeling from all we’ve seen in our nation the past year. Last week about did me in. I cannot tolerate such blatant disrespect, regardless of who it’s from. I may re-register to vote as an Independent. I was one my whole voting life until 2001. I will re-think my current affiliation.

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We were fortunate the Babe had a COVID-19 Vaccine. The VA administered it on Saturday, and he is scheduled for the second shot in three weeks. He reports it was very well organized, and easy to deal with. I’m glad, it’s going to be easier for some of the more infirm veterans. They deserve a break.

Sorry, folks. The well is dry tonight. Tomorrow will be another day. More organized, less random thoughts. We, as a Nation, need to get our act together and unify. Party doesn’t matter. Do you want to survive as a Nation? That is what matters. Forget the rest of the problems. We need to not sweat the small stuff. Time to get it together.

Let’s be kind to one another. Don’t be rude on Social Media. None of us is greater than the other. Not really, when you get down to it. Young have always thought older folks to be decrepit in their thinking. It’s nothing new. Let’s behave like we know better, because we do. We are above what’s been going on. Stop pointing fingers, we’re all guilty of some bad behavior. Let’s be AMERICAN.

Thank you for reading today. I’ll see you again tomorrow, and we’ll talk about all the new, fun stuff we’ll be doing all week. Life’s a joy. Get ‘ya some! Be Safe.