Wednesday, July 8, 2015
I love Wednesday. Don't you? Hump day. Half-way to the weekend. Although, like I have told you before, all my days since I quit my job to stay home with Richard, seem like a weekend. But one of the things I love about Wednesday is getting to participate with Joyce From This Side of the Pond in Wednesday Hodgepodge. Here are this weeks questions/prompts.
1. When did you last 'swim against the tide'? Explain.
I have been 'swimming against the tide' most of my life. But the last time would have to be when I chose my life partner. He was 18 years older than me and many thought it would never be a good thing. I think (as you all know) that he was the best thing that ever happened to me. I have always felt that I was older than my years. Richard and I were the perfect match for each other. I will always be happy I swam against the tide!
2. What's the last self-help or self-improvement book you read?
I don't know if you would call this a self-help book or not. It's not really a book that tells one how to grieve, but a book that tells you how one person grieved for her lost soul mate. Pat writes in such a way that I knew exactly what her emotions were. I wrote about this book here just after Richard died last year. I have been re-reading the parts where she was closing in on the one year anniversary. It makes me feel better to know that I am right there where she was at that time. I may still be grieving for him for many, many months to come. And after reading this book I know that is perfectly normal.
3. "Tolerance is a tremendous virtue, but the immediate neighbors of tolerance are apathy and weakness." (Sir James Goldsmith)
Agree or disagree? Discuss. With civility please, because I think we have a good thing going in our very diverse (in geography, age, religion, political persuasion, ethnicity, marital status, upbringing, and cooking abilities) neighborhood here on This Side of the Pond.
Tolerance can cover many aspects of our lives. We are asked to be tolerant of gender, race, religion, education, sexual orientation and many other areas that many of us are not comfortable with. I think my grandchildren handle tolerance much better than I do. I could learn much from them. I have been in many situations where I am the one that is not fitting into the 'norm' (whatever that might be.) It doesn't feel good if you are the one that others are being intolerant towards. But it seems there is so much today that causes intolerance. And political correctness has become simply crazy! There are just times when it is okay to be different. We don't have to agree on everything! ACCEPT our differences but embrace our sameness. Does that make sense? I think equality is recognizing that people are NOT the same. It is what makes us all so special. I just might be one of the crazy ones!!
Steve Jobs: ‘Here’s to the crazy ones, the misfits, the rebels, the troublemakers, the round pegs in the square holes… the ones who see things differently — they’re not fond of rules… You can quote them, disagree with them, glorify or vilify them, but the only thing you can’t do is ignore them because they change things… they push the human race forward, and while some may see them as the crazy ones, we see genius, because the ones who are crazy enough to think that they can change the world, are the ones who do.’.
4. What is one of your most vivid memories of the kitchen from your childhood?
The most vivid memory of a kitchen from my childhood is probably my grandma's kitchen. She always sat on a kitchen stool. To cook, to wash dishes, to yell at us out the window over her sink. I can see the layout. I can see my grandma on that stool. But that is all my memory will allow. I don't have visual memories of our own kitchen. Is that strange?
5. How did/do your own children's summers compare with your summers as a child? If you're not a parent, answer as it relates to what you've observed about the current generation of children vs. your own childhood.
When I was a child we spent very little time in the house during the summer. As soon as we were up and the chores were done, we were out the door. And it wasn't always by choice. It was what our mom expected. Kids just didn't stay inside. We lived in a housing complex that had a huge playground. We spent a lot of time there. We played tag, tug of war, softball, jacks, and spent hours crawling all over the playground equipment. We walked all over town. If we went swimming, we had to find the money (by collecting pop bottles) and then we walked to the pool. Mom didn't drive us anywhere. I rarely ever played at someone's house. We just didn't. My mom didn't like us going to others houses and she didn't like kids coming to our house. Now, with the grandchildren who live with me it is very different. They spend hours inside the house. They watch TV and play video games. And read books. And play on their electronic devices (unless they have been taken away). If they go swimming (at $4.00 a person) I drive them as the pool is quite a few miles away. I follow in my mom's footsteps when it comes to them having kids over or going to others houses. They do it. But not real often. Just the way I am. I think we, parents or grandparents, are more protective of our kids. There seem to be so many more dangers in the world our kids live in.
6. Tell us what body of water you would most like to be on or near today, and why?
I would love to be anywhere in the Caribbean. I love that beauty of the clear, blue waters. And the amazing white sandy beaches. The palm trees blowing in the breezes that are coming in off the ocean. I feel peaceful anytime I am on the beach. The closet one can feel to God.
7. Share a favorite song about water, or a favorite song with the word water in it's title, or a favorite song to listen to as you sit beside the water.
Without even having to think about it, Little Surfer Girl, by the Beach Boys is the best beach song EVER!!!!!!!!!
8. Insert your own random thought here.
I am thinking about my grandson and his last year of high school. I can remember how I felt when I was getting ready to start my senior year. It is a feeling of 'finally reaching adulthood.' A scary feeling of being on your own. And yet that feeling of gathering your wings and flying free of the safety of the nest. He will be doing that soon. And it is only my job to make sure he is ready. That thought has been occupying my mind quite a bit lately. His plan is to enlist in the Marines. I hope that works out for him. I give him 100% of my support. It is all that I can do!