Taken for Granted 4-22-2018


It’s hard to remember the things which come easily and abundantly into our lives might not be abundant in other people’s lives. For example, I take for granted I will have someplace to go, to live, to be safe and secure between walls and roof and floor. But how many other people, both in America and beyond, don’t have the safety and security of a place to live?

Probably more than I could ever imagine, since I can’t even image what it would it be like to be homeless. I’m sure it won’t be like Sam in My Side of the Mountain or Claudia From the Mixed-up files of Mrs. Basil E. Frankweiler. If homelessness was running away to live in the woods for a year or running away to live in a museum, I’d be all over that. I’ve always wanted to run away to live in the woods, with a nice cozy tree to live in and a pet falcon. And I’ve always wanted to live in a museum. Or a tree-house.

See, those are my fantasies from childhood. Maybe another child fantasized about living in a house with four walls, heat, AC and a working kitchen and bathroom. Maybe another child fantasized about hot dogs and beans.

I take for granted I will always have food to eat, if I can just figure out what – in all the choices available – I’d like to eat. There are people in the world who don’t have that choice. Often they have to choose between eating or some other necessarily of life.

So many things we take for granted. Without even thinking about it, I can walk into a store and buy a drink and some chips. Not everyone can.

I can stay warm inside my house. I can stay cool. I can stay dry. Not everyone can.

I can go to school. I can choose to continue education. I can choose to move anywhere I want. I know that if I walk from my house to my car, I am normally fairly safe. I can work in my backyard without being afraid. I can go out to eat, see a movie, decided to take a trip, make some popcorn, take a flight, go to a ballgame or anywhere else I might wish to go or anything I might wish to do.

But not everybody is so lucky. I’m sure that, even in my neighborhood, there are people who do not have the same freedoms and luxuries I enjoy.

How do we fix this problem? I don’t know, but I do know that every single step we take forward, each time one of us ripples the universe with a gesture of love and acceptance and togetherness, the entire world takes a step forward. I can’t feed the children in Africa, but I can help feed the children in my own town.

I can remember those things which come easily for me, don’t come so easily for all. I can open my hand and my heart to let little bits of my ‘things’ free for others.

If each of us, the hundreds and thousands and millions of us, opened our hands and our hearts to let little bits of love and hope and caring free, we might not recognize the world when we wake up tomorrow.

What an answer to all our prayers!

Question of the Day 3-20-2018

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If you could only watch one movie for the rest of your life, which one would you watch?

I am not much of a movie watcher anymore. I don’t know if it is because my attention span has shortened and I don’t want to put the hour and a half to two hours into one sitting or if, as a writer, I don’t want to get sucked into another world when I am trying to remained focused on my real world and my fictional world.  There are only so many worlds a girl can take, after all.

I’ve seen a lot of good movies in my time, but none of them jump out as the only movie I would watch for the rest of my life.  In the end, the choice would come down to three – Arsenic and Old Lace with Cary Grant, Skinwalkers, or one of the many classic silent films from Buster Keaton or Charlie Chaplin.

If you love old movies and you have never seen Arsenic and Old Lace, you should definitely give it a watch. It is a screwball comedy of the best sort with Cary Grant at his hilarious best! If you are into silent movies, Buster Keaton’s The General is a classic and well worth watching. The same for just about any Chaplin short or film from his early to middle career.  Modern Times and The Dictator are classic movies, but not typical of Chaplin’s earlier body of work.

Skinwalkers is based on the Navaho mysteries written by Tony Hillerman, done for the PBS Mystery series. There are three movies in the series, Skin Walkers, Coyote Waits and A Thief of Time. All are excellent movies, but only one, remember! Drat!

Knowing me, I would pick out my one, get to whatever place has no other movies ever, and remember the one I really would rather have picked. Luckily, this is a choice I don’t have to make.

What is the one, or two or three, movies you would choose?

Question of the Day 3-19-2018

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What are you proud of? What is your biggest accomplishment so far?

I was watching Bi-Polar documentaries last night on Youtube, trying to find one I could give to my Dad to help him understand the world in which I live. As I watched each, however, I kept discarding them. Okay, so reality check. My Bi-Polar isn’t your Bi-Polar. Your Bi-Polar isn’t mine.

Nothing fit. To be honest, it was the parts about suicide which didn’t fit. I know suicide is a serious issue for many with Bi-Polar, but it has never been an issue for me. Maybe because, as a writer, I have characters who can take on that pain for me. I have had characters attempt suicide. I have had characters kill themselves, but I have never wanted to or tried to kill myself.

A proud point? Yes.

A point I want to emphasis to my father? No. Not really.

It is hard enough dealing with myself, much less putting out information to my father which does not apply to me. Would he believe me if I said I never wanted to kill myself?

Does it matter if he believes me or not? Yes, it does. I feel so alienated from my family most of the time that I don’t want anything else to come between us. They walk on eggshells around me as it is. I don’t want to be handled. I don’t want Bi-Polar/suicide to be my place in my family.

Does that make sense?

So proud, but still confused.

Does anybody have any suggestions on what Bi-Polar programs might be a good introduction for the normal world?