We were asked tonight to give a memorial to someone in the service.
The was I remember most is the Viet Nam War. I protested that war. I hated that we were there. I still get angry. Riled up.
The soldiers who came home from that ungodly place were treated shabbily. They were spit at. They were hated. They were called names. But most of all they were ignored. They did not receive a heroes welcome. They deserved one.
Soldiers coming home from a 6 day war were hailed heroes. They were given parades. There were speeches made about them. Why? Because it was said that we "won" that war. I disagree because after all we are right back there again, and again. We left too soon.
Many of the Viet Nam vets are now homeless. They are disturbed. They are hurting. They have been forgotten.
If anyone deserves a tribute it is the Viet Nam vet. They went through hell and came home to hell. We owe them. We owe them big.
Monday, May 25, 2009
Sunday, May 24, 2009
Worry
I don't worry. I know that I probably should, but I just don't. There doesn't seem to be any point to it. If I worry about something that MIGHT happen, can I stop it from happening? Probably not. If I worry about something that HAS happened can I change the outcome? Definitely not.
My family and friends say two things about me. They say I am living with my head in the sand or that I am looking at life through rose colored glasses. But I don't care. I am happy with my vague look at life. And I sleep just fine.
My husband is a worrier. He used to worry about what was going to happen to him when he was away from home. He also worried what was happening to his home when he was gone. Now he can't leave. He is too afraid.
It is called agoraphobia. Technically, it is a fear of open spaces. That isn't his fear, but maybe for some it is. He makes a joke and says that, "agra - phobia is the fear of farms." But I know what it costs him to make that joke.
I know what his worry has cost us as a couple.
We used to enjoy going to garage sales and flea markets in the summer. We don't nowadays. We used to go to dinner. Not any longer. We used to make a day by going North to do some shopping. We would have lunch out and have a grand time. Not at this point.
We grow farther and farther apart. Partly my fault because I get angry that I have to do all the errands by myself now. That I have to go garage saling alone. It just isn't any fun.
I know it sounds selfish but it really is frustration.
I guess maybe I was wrong about me not worrying. I am praying for a miracle to happen to make him well again. But I am worried that one isn't coming.
My family and friends say two things about me. They say I am living with my head in the sand or that I am looking at life through rose colored glasses. But I don't care. I am happy with my vague look at life. And I sleep just fine.
My husband is a worrier. He used to worry about what was going to happen to him when he was away from home. He also worried what was happening to his home when he was gone. Now he can't leave. He is too afraid.
It is called agoraphobia. Technically, it is a fear of open spaces. That isn't his fear, but maybe for some it is. He makes a joke and says that, "agra - phobia is the fear of farms." But I know what it costs him to make that joke.
I know what his worry has cost us as a couple.
We used to enjoy going to garage sales and flea markets in the summer. We don't nowadays. We used to go to dinner. Not any longer. We used to make a day by going North to do some shopping. We would have lunch out and have a grand time. Not at this point.
We grow farther and farther apart. Partly my fault because I get angry that I have to do all the errands by myself now. That I have to go garage saling alone. It just isn't any fun.
I know it sounds selfish but it really is frustration.
I guess maybe I was wrong about me not worrying. I am praying for a miracle to happen to make him well again. But I am worried that one isn't coming.
Carry On Tuesday
2nd attempt. I don't write poetry or prose because mostly I don't understand it, but I will try and write by the rules.
Key words/phrases
Everyone suddenly burst out singing.
And I was filled with such delight.
I woke that morning filled with such dread.
I thought to myself, "I'll just stay in bed."
I reached for the phone to call in sick.
The boss said to me, "Oh, you're such a hick."
Hours or minutes I do not know which
There was a rap on the door that caused me to twitch.
I called out, "Come in." Though I know not why.
I thought I might just possibly die.
The room filled with people who were noisily winging.
Suddenly everyone burst out singing.
And I was filled with such delight
that I gave up my blight.
It was only a birthday.
And I couldn't give up without a fight.
Key words/phrases
Everyone suddenly burst out singing.
And I was filled with such delight.
I woke that morning filled with such dread.
I thought to myself, "I'll just stay in bed."
I reached for the phone to call in sick.
The boss said to me, "Oh, you're such a hick."
Hours or minutes I do not know which
There was a rap on the door that caused me to twitch.
I called out, "Come in." Though I know not why.
I thought I might just possibly die.
The room filled with people who were noisily winging.
Suddenly everyone burst out singing.
And I was filled with such delight
that I gave up my blight.
It was only a birthday.
And I couldn't give up without a fight.
Weekend Wordsmith
My first time trying this activity.
I looked at the picture and this is what I saw.
"If we follow this path, it will take us to the gardening shed."
This is what the realtor said to a prospective buyer of my home.
She didn't know, she couldn't have known.
This path is not just a trail to take a person to a gardening shed. Oh no it is so much more than that.
This is a magical path. It will allow the imagination to go or grow wild. It is true that it goes to the gardening shed but what is inside the shed is where the magic happens.
You can put your hands in soil so pure and so clean that the smell is overwhelmingly beautiful. It is the air fresh from a quiet afternoon rain shower.
The pots you will find in the shed date back to the early 1900's. They are terracotta. They are stunning for their age. Makes me wonder if I would look that good at that age. Probably not.
The light is dim in the shed. I did that purposely. I didn't want artificial light made by a light bulb. I wanted only the sunshine to show me what I was planting. Even on overcast days I can feel the warmth of the sun and know that it is guiding me.
As I spend my last precious moments here before the next looker comes, I am saddened. No one but me will ever know the wonderment of this shed. They will never experience the thrill of the plant as it opens. Or the sadness when it fails to open.
Maybe I should write the next owners a short message telling them about the thrilling times they will experience in the potting shed.
I looked at the picture and this is what I saw.
"If we follow this path, it will take us to the gardening shed."
This is what the realtor said to a prospective buyer of my home.
She didn't know, she couldn't have known.
This path is not just a trail to take a person to a gardening shed. Oh no it is so much more than that.
This is a magical path. It will allow the imagination to go or grow wild. It is true that it goes to the gardening shed but what is inside the shed is where the magic happens.
You can put your hands in soil so pure and so clean that the smell is overwhelmingly beautiful. It is the air fresh from a quiet afternoon rain shower.
The pots you will find in the shed date back to the early 1900's. They are terracotta. They are stunning for their age. Makes me wonder if I would look that good at that age. Probably not.
The light is dim in the shed. I did that purposely. I didn't want artificial light made by a light bulb. I wanted only the sunshine to show me what I was planting. Even on overcast days I can feel the warmth of the sun and know that it is guiding me.
As I spend my last precious moments here before the next looker comes, I am saddened. No one but me will ever know the wonderment of this shed. They will never experience the thrill of the plant as it opens. Or the sadness when it fails to open.
Maybe I should write the next owners a short message telling them about the thrilling times they will experience in the potting shed.
Saturday, May 23, 2009
Six Word Saturday
Yes! Going to the city Tuesday.
( I live 22 miles from town and 1 1/2 hours from the city. I have not been to the city in almost a year. I miss it. Shopping, dinner out, seeing friends, no responsibilities, movies, music. So much to do so little time. I'll only be there 7 days.)
I hope I posted this correctly. I don't need an award.
( I live 22 miles from town and 1 1/2 hours from the city. I have not been to the city in almost a year. I miss it. Shopping, dinner out, seeing friends, no responsibilities, movies, music. So much to do so little time. I'll only be there 7 days.)
I hope I posted this correctly. I don't need an award.
Thursday, May 21, 2009
Efficient, Optimize, Treacherous...3WW a day late
Efficient
Optimize
Treacherous
The ice can be so treacherous.
You really have to be efficient with your speed.
You must optimize the use of your brakes.
Watch the hills, and the curves.
They appear out of nowhere quite treacherously.
The blackness of night will efficiently blind you,
when a car's bright lights meet you coming.
To optimize your car's efficiency,
you should optimize the engines velocity,
which could be very treacherous.
Optimize
Treacherous
The ice can be so treacherous.
You really have to be efficient with your speed.
You must optimize the use of your brakes.
Watch the hills, and the curves.
They appear out of nowhere quite treacherously.
The blackness of night will efficiently blind you,
when a car's bright lights meet you coming.
To optimize your car's efficiency,
you should optimize the engines velocity,
which could be very treacherous.
Wednesday, May 20, 2009
3 - Word Wednesday
Bicker
Nervous
Trajectory
They bickered about it for hours and hours, bu the time had come.
Oh yes she was nervous. There was so much at stake. But there wasn't really any choice, she just had to do it.
She let the sling shot fly. Praying, hoping that the trajectory was correct and that the balloon would pop.
It was a water balloon. It was supposed to pop on his head when he came to the door. So much depended on the timing but mostly on the trajectory of the fling.
Nervous
Trajectory
They bickered about it for hours and hours, bu the time had come.
Oh yes she was nervous. There was so much at stake. But there wasn't really any choice, she just had to do it.
She let the sling shot fly. Praying, hoping that the trajectory was correct and that the balloon would pop.
It was a water balloon. It was supposed to pop on his head when he came to the door. So much depended on the timing but mostly on the trajectory of the fling.
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