I believe I will be letting my subscription to the local paper run itself out, never to be renewed. The barrage of narrow mindedness, let alone the inability to put two words together accurately, has finally taken the toll necessary for me to say "ENOUGH".
I love a good debate. Nothing better than hearing both sides of an issue spoken intelligently. Really.
This is not happening in the Great Bend Tribune. I want to continue to make a contribution to consideration and deliberation on issues. However, I don't believe it can happen in that particular forum.
If someone knows where it can take place, let me know.
For now I will speak on blogs and in other papers.
Period.
Friday, January 22, 2010
Thursday, January 21, 2010
Retreat!
I have am in a lazy, hermit-like streak right now. The desire to retreat from the world for a little while is really strong. Not that I want to stop work or stop caring. That is not it at all. I just want a short space of time to just "be".
I say all this fully knowing that there so many others with a great deal more on their plate and dealing quite well (at least that is the impression I get). Makes me feel guilty in what I am feeling.
But there it is.
Just a little time.
Sigh.
I say all this fully knowing that there so many others with a great deal more on their plate and dealing quite well (at least that is the impression I get). Makes me feel guilty in what I am feeling.
But there it is.
Just a little time.
Sigh.
Tuesday, January 19, 2010
My grandson is beginning to put words together those around can understand. Very few mind you, but he is beginning. It has made me start thinking about communication in general.
How we watch one another so closely some time. Comparing body language to actual words. Actual words matched to actions.
My husband says I watch to closely sometimes. I take a heavy sigh to mean there is discontent. An aloof look by my 14 year old sign as an attitude of disdain - ok, I might be right on that one.
But, language comes in so many forms, even in silence.
Watching the toddler jabbering away, oblivious to everyone seems to me to be blissful. He is not concerned by the body language around him. The heavy sighs mean nothing. The look of disdain is wasted on the little boy. He just looks up at the 14 year old, smiles and knows beyond all doubt a heart will melt.
Would that we could all be that way.
How we watch one another so closely some time. Comparing body language to actual words. Actual words matched to actions.
My husband says I watch to closely sometimes. I take a heavy sigh to mean there is discontent. An aloof look by my 14 year old sign as an attitude of disdain - ok, I might be right on that one.
But, language comes in so many forms, even in silence.
Watching the toddler jabbering away, oblivious to everyone seems to me to be blissful. He is not concerned by the body language around him. The heavy sighs mean nothing. The look of disdain is wasted on the little boy. He just looks up at the 14 year old, smiles and knows beyond all doubt a heart will melt.
Would that we could all be that way.
Sunday, January 17, 2010
Words
The other day I had the opportunity to go to a Borders book store. I love that place. It ranks right up there next to a Penzey Spice store and a cooking store (Cook's Nook in McPherson comes to mind). Anyway, I wandered around with my sister and as we did, we chatted about the different books catching our interest. Cook books were high on our lists. Both of us cook and books that deal with anything in the kitchen are a weakness.
This time it was not a cookbook that really caught my attention and has stayed with me.
Nope. It was something much different.
The book was titled "The "F" Word".
I do not remember the author and I apologize to him and to anyone else believing I should.
I also will not go into the actual text of the book. It could really offend some readers.
However, I am going to say this book had me crying in the middle of the store from laughing so hard. It deals with all things "F". For some, it would be offensive and I am sure some parts would offend me. Yet there were some words and connotations sooooo funny.
If you get the chance, scan it. Maybe even buy it. It just might have the word you hav always looked for but didn't know truly existed.
This time it was not a cookbook that really caught my attention and has stayed with me.
Nope. It was something much different.
The book was titled "The "F" Word".
I do not remember the author and I apologize to him and to anyone else believing I should.
I also will not go into the actual text of the book. It could really offend some readers.
However, I am going to say this book had me crying in the middle of the store from laughing so hard. It deals with all things "F". For some, it would be offensive and I am sure some parts would offend me. Yet there were some words and connotations sooooo funny.
If you get the chance, scan it. Maybe even buy it. It just might have the word you hav always looked for but didn't know truly existed.
Thursday, January 14, 2010
Senioritis
My middle daughter turned her senior pictures in for the yearbook. We had disagreed somewhat about which one would go where. When it comes right down to it, I think my problem with all of the senior picture discussion is that I don't want Fiona to be a senior just yet.
Her mother is not ready to see her walk across and get that diploma. She should still be a little girl.
Fiona tells me regularly she is not. My mind accepts the fact, but my heart cannot.
Not yet.
Her mother is not ready to see her walk across and get that diploma. She should still be a little girl.
Fiona tells me regularly she is not. My mind accepts the fact, but my heart cannot.
Not yet.
Thoughts
The last couple of days I have been spouting against religious bigotry. There have been articles in the paper that spurred my rant. The worst came last night and this morning. After the horrendous earthquake in Haiti and the massive devastation that has resulted, a noted fundamental preacher in the United States declared the Haitians deserved the earthquake for making a pact with the devil 200 years before.
This is supposedly a "Christian" man.
I do not believe that for one moment.
I once knew a Jewish man whose parents sent he and his brother to England and then to the States shortly before the Nazis reached their town. Sig never saw his parents again. They died in a concentration camp. Sig and his brother came to know the kindness of many Christians and Jews. I remember saying "I like Christians. Nice people. Just wish there were more of them." Meaning, he knew some people saying they were Christian, but their actions stated differently.
I guess we need to work towards making the difference.
This is supposedly a "Christian" man.
I do not believe that for one moment.
I once knew a Jewish man whose parents sent he and his brother to England and then to the States shortly before the Nazis reached their town. Sig never saw his parents again. They died in a concentration camp. Sig and his brother came to know the kindness of many Christians and Jews. I remember saying "I like Christians. Nice people. Just wish there were more of them." Meaning, he knew some people saying they were Christian, but their actions stated differently.
I guess we need to work towards making the difference.
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