Changed my meds again
Getting old’s not for sissies
Timeless angst for all
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Some of my bloodwork came back a bit out of kilter so the doc upped one of my meds. I’m feeling the results of that today – nothing to do but to work through it. 🙂
And to remember that getting old is not for sissies – bucking up now.
written for Lou’s Haiku Friday. Do go on over and check out his and others’ pieces.
New Jersey Governor Christie blames mixed messages from Atlantic City mayor. . .
Meanwhile . . . all of the major media continue to send reporters out into dangerous situations to make their reports. Last night I saw reporters nearly blown off their feet in hurricane-force winds, standing in knee deep water, wading out into humongo waves to show how deep the water was in the parking lot; this morning standing in the aftermath needing to wear glasses to protect against the needle sharp sand.
PEOPLE!! What is wrong with you? Even my 13 year old granddaughter said, “Gramma, if they told me to go out into that weather I would use two letters . . . N – O!”
That’s my gorlie. 13 and standing up for herself. May it ever be so.
And, really . . . if you get off by watching other folks in dangerous situations, why don’t YOU try it for a change. Or, better yet . . . write the media and tell them how silly it is.
I heard a radio talk show host this morning (local) remind us that we (US) have invested millions of $$ in inventing robo-cams and the like . . . for heaven’s sake – USE THEM!!
/rant
carry on.
be safe.
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I searched for media and Sandy and caught these two images. The first, I believe, is Al Roker from NBC Today Show – re-posted in an article flaming media going out in the storm:
The second is of a father and his son standing in the pre-Sandy waves:
Which leads to my question of media showing the public how to take risks and chances and wondering how many people are injured just for the sake of a picture.
sigh
Okay, gentle readers — fair warning. This week the editors at Trifecta challenged us with a word that might offend your sensibilities. If that is so, please do not read further. If you choose to read beyond the cut and are then offended . . . well, as they say, you were warned.
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btw – I pre-wrote this post for Lou’s Friday Haiku . . . then hubbymoose and I went out for the evening . . . and guess what it did??? Yes, indeedy. Of course, it being October and all, it has since melted and I have slid happily back into my favorite state. I may have to come back and edit this again . . . we shall see. Sigh.
The years I spent in high school were fraught with all the angst a 1960’s era teen could face. There were no cell phones, no fb, no internet, no texting . . . we rode the city bus to and from school because we could not afford vehicles. Blah, blah, blah.
There were a lot of things we did NOT have – but there were a lot of things we DID have as well.
Some of the discussions in our PoD (Problems of Democracy) classes (now called social studies) centered around the government and elections and the Past – because if we did not learn from the past we were certain to repeat the past. That’s what they said.
A big item of discussion was whether or not 18 year olds should have the right to vote. Mind you, ALL US citizens had NOT always had the right to vote. The RIGHT to vote was hard sought, hard fought, and hard won.
We were separated in our idealistic world of beliefs even then. Some held that 18 year olds were too young to know or care what was going on in the US – thus could not vote with knowledge. Some held that 18 = old enough to go to VietNam (many returning in body bags) = old enough to vote for the people sending them there.
1971 saw the 26th amendment passed giving 18 year olds the right to vote. I was 21 that year. I voted in my first presidential election in the Nixon McGovern race. I’ve not missed a presidential election since – have not missed many state or local elections, either. Voting is a PRIVILEGE and a RIGHT. My foremothers could not vote because they were women. I’m thankful that I CAN vote.
You know I’m going somewhere with this, right?
Right.
It is a presidential election year (REALLY? Gosh, Moosie, we did NOT know that) /sarcasm. I asked a young person near and dear to my heart – who recently turned 18 – about voter registration. Not only is this person not registered, but there is no desire to vote in the election.
The community that does not take advantage of its rights gives those rights away.
I am becoming my grandmother. She bemoaned the generation that was mine. We proved her wrong in lots of ways. I am not bemoaning this millennial generation, but I AM hoping that they will take the reins and go forward and BE the changing force our country needs. They can do it. I have that faith.
Go – register – learn the issues – vote your conscience (not what your mother or I say) – Go and make us proud.
Love,
the Gramma