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Saturday, January 21, 2017

Weekend Reflections 1/21

Looking outside...it's snowing. It's cold and cloudy. 

Listening...to clocks ticking. A fish filter. The Doctor just finished on the treadmill.

Loving...that my boys are on their way to being well-rounded. They went to a Shaolin Martial Arts Performance with The Doctor and my nephew and loved it. Then they came home and watched The Phantom of the Opera because my nephew hadn't seen it. They both have classical music on their mp3 players right next to Queen and Phil Collins and Toby Keith. The Boy can discuss samurai philosophy in detail and turn around and talk about Pride and Prejudice. He'll talk about Shakespeare or weight-lifting. He can shoot a gun and play the violin. The Artist draws creates amazing drawings and is brilliant when it comes to clay. He's now learning oil painting. But, when he can, he's out on his bike riding and he's ruthless when it comes to Monopoly. When either of them wants to learn something, they find ways to educate themselves. It's awesome.

Thinking...that I am tired of the hatred still being spewed in regards to our new President. Apparently tolerance still only goes one way and if you disagree with someone, you hate them or what they stand for. Where in the world did that concept even come from? Holy small mindedness Batman! I am so very tired of all of it. I have my own reservations and concerns for the next 4 years, especially in regards to my family's health care, but I'm not going to condemn anyone yet. I didn't 8 years ago. I'm going to hope and pray and watch.

And Hollywood? Grow up. Use your fame to make the world a better place. Donate to charities. Serve others. Maybe you already do. But, stop with the petulance. I'm all for awareness, but stop sulking. Don't sit in your gilded world and lament that your candidate lost. Just because you're celebrities, doesn't make you smarter than anyone else. It doesn't make your opinions more important than anyone else's. The people you criticize for voting for Trump? They know who you are and just like they were silent in their voting choices, they will be silent in their film and entertainment choices. You are not special. Many every day citizens lost in this election, not just you.

And for the record? The rest of you? Stop with all the incendiary memes on Facebook. Anyone who knows you, knows where you stand politically and they already know that you are either giddy or saddened. So stop liking and sharing unsubstantiated posts and articles as if they are fact. At this point, nothing shared on Facebook or Twitter is likely to change anyone's views and if you're celebrating, don't gloat. If you're mourning, I'm sorry. But, don't assume every conservative is a hater or agrees with the current administration. 

So before you share something? Find out if it's true. What you likely will discover is a misleading headline as nearly everything at the moment is misleading and clickbait. You can't take anything at face value. We do not have a principled press. They are all biased one way or the other. What we do have is an internet-led world where anyone can fabricate whatever they want and treat it as though it's truth. Bloody Hell! Use your brains and think before you act or react. 

Also, leave Barron Trump out of it. Underage children of presidents are traditionally left alone in the media. Or they have been since Chelsea Clinton. As they should be. It doesn't matter if you like the current president or not. Leave their underage children alone. They didn't ask for the attention. They aren't seeking politics or position. As a parent, I have always hated when presidential children were spoken of in the papers and more recently on social media. There were things said about the Obama and Bush daughters that always bothered me. Because we are nearly the same age, I remember when journalists were hyper critical of Amy Carter because she read and her father would ask her opinions on things. You don't like it when your children are teased or bullied. Don't do it to them.

Be kind. Especially when others aren't. Do good around you and in your communities. Love is a verb.

In my kitchen...a cup of hot chocolate right now. Are you surprised? This is me!

Tonight, I think we'll grill steak. Last night, The Boy shoveled all the snow around the grill to cook Lime Chicken. Yes. We grill even surrounded by 4 feet of snow and when he pretty much had to climb a snow bank to get to the grill. It's Idaho.

Wearing...gray turtleneck, gray fuzzy socks, yellow Minion jammies. Don't judge. I mean it. They're super soft, super comfy and cute as heck.

Hoping...that more snow holds off. It's been 46 days since we saw bare ground. The Artist had another snow day this week. We are ending week 4 of the new year and he has been to school 4 times. It's crazy.


Reading...nothing. Seriously, I suck right now when it comes to reading.

Today...it doesn't matter because The Doctor is home. Perks of having your own practice means scheduling as you want. It's nice.

Quoting...“I wonder if the snow loves the trees and fields, that it kisses them so gently? And then it covers them up snug, you know, with a white quilt; and perhaps it says 'Go to sleep, darlings, till the summer comes again.'” ― Lewis Carroll, Alice's Adventures in Wonderland and Through the Looking-Glass.

Feeling...So tired. So very tired. I've forgotten what it's like to feel rested.

Planning...I'm actually not sure... 

Gratitude...for my hard-working boys. The Boy had a temp job this week that had him shoveling snow for 8 hours at a local university. He started at 4:00 am. But, they were very complimentary about how hard he worked and how conscientious he was. Both boys have shoveled and worked for Grandma this winter. So proud of their willingness to help others.

From my world... 


Because this is still one of the best pictures ever to come off the internet. It's so much better than something political or a picture of snow.

What about you? What are you reflecting on this week? How has your week gone?

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