The somber mood in the studio was not surprising, given that the anchorman had just led with a major story that would change our way of life. It seems that our government had developed a new philosophy of law and order. No longer would it be possible to go out without a pass. No longer would it be possible to shop for what you needed or wanted. No longer would it be possible to attend church on Sundays or choose where to live or send out kids to school.
The freedoms we had enjoyed since the beginning were being taken away by those who decided they knew better what we needed. We saw the warning signs, but were convinced it could never happen here. After all we lived in a free land with a government by the people, for the people and of the people. Unfortunately, the people of whom the government consisted were not really who they said they were. Election after election they were voted back in by their constituents choosing not to answer to them but to those who held the purse strings.
A new social order was marching into our beloved country. Everyone should have the same clothes, food, living quarters, and wealth. Or lack of wealth. Society was going to become like a bee hive with the many worker bees tending to the needs of the queen bee. No matter how many times in history the socialist, communist, Marxist ways destroyed countries here was our government falling right into the same trap. Capitalism is despised by these philosophies but the leaders get rich while exploiting the poor.
Looking at each of his coworkers the anchorman had tears in his eyes as he realized what had just happened. He just announced the end of our freedom.
1. Do you have a favourite outfit you like to wear?
I am most comfortable in an old pair of soft jeans and T shirt. I don’t dress up much any more except when going to church. Otherwise it’s comfy casual for me.
2. What is the worst thing you were forced to wear as a child (school uniforms aside) ?
The worst thing I was forced to wear as a child was an eye patch over my right eye. I had a lazy left eye. I had the cutest pair of pink checked glasses, but a very ugly flesh colored patch over my seeing eye. I was black and blue most of the time from walking into everything since I had little to no depth perception. It’s funny, until right now I had forgotten about it.
3. Do you have a sweet tooth, and if so, are you a chewer, cruncher, or sucker?
Yes, yes, yes and yes!
4. Do you think you could eat your weight in chocolate?
I am not sure I could, but I would die trying! I love chocolate!
Many years ago my daughter and I went to Hawaii. We were in awe of it’s beauty. We stayed in Waikiki but we flew to Maui for a day. It was there that I first learned about the Banyan Tree.
This banyan tree is in the historical Lahaina town, which was the former capital of Hawaii. It is the oldest banyan tree in Hawaii and also in the United States.
A gift from the Smith family, it was planted on April 24, 1873 at Lahaina by sheriff William Owen Smith to celebrate the 50th Anniversary of the first Protestant mission in Maui. The tree, from India was just 8 feet (2.4 m) when planted in the now Banyan Tree Park. It has grown to a height of about 60 feet (18 m) and has rooted into 16 major trunks, apart from the main trunk. The areal root system and canopy now cover over 0.66 acres (0.27 ha).
I can remember sitting under this tree taking the immense site in. I had never heard of banyan trees. Kelly and I were mesmerized for sure. The largest tree I had ever seen was the big willow my grandmother had in her yard. It literally made a cool outdoor room with space enough to hold several chairs and long willows keeping everything else out. But, that was nothing compared to a park contained in a tree.
In fairness I have to divulge that the technical information contained in this post is from Wikipedia. I have all of that information about the park and the tree and have several pictures from my trip, but I just can’t put my hands on therm. So I have done some cheating so to speak. This picture is from the internet. I have lost the link I copied to put on the picture. There are thousands of pictures on the internet of the park. My apologies to the photographer for not giving due credit.
I can remember sitting with Kelly under this tree and realizing that this tree was like my family. Although each areal root was part of the next, it was an individual with its own needs at any given time. These roots were responding to weather, traffic, insects and the people who enjoyed it’s fruits and shade. I think that’s when I became interested in my family tree. I developed a need to discover my roots.
One last note here. When someone tells me there is no God, I can’t help but ask how do you explain the beauty that surrounds us? The sky, stars, flowers, the mighty banyan tree? Unfortunately, most reply how do you explain the ugly, awful, pain and destruction of the world. It is sad to me that so many people don’t realize that God is real, but so is Satan who spends his existence trying to damage what good God has given us and we have a choice in participating in the good or evil.
It was getting late in the year and soon it would be crunch time. Santa and the elves had been hard at work all year to get things ready for the big day, but no matter how hard they worked they always seemed to be scurrying around at the last minute to finish in time.
Murphy was one of the elves working in the communications office at the North Pole. His job was an important one which he really enjoyed. Especially since he often got to talk to “regular” people from time to time. He was fascinated because they got to live where they wanted to live and do what they wanted to do. It’s not that he was unhappy being an elf at the North Pole it was just that his options for a romantic relationship were very limited.
One day several months ago, Murphy had a call from Abby. She had a voice like an angel. They seemed to have a lot to talk about. Mostly about books they had read or movies they had seen. She had a wonderful sense of humor and she made him laugh. Before he realized it, they were talking every day. Even though he was very busy at work, he always found time to spend with her on the phone. As time went on they both began to fall in love with each other and they always ended their talks with the promise that they would meet soon and plan a life together.
Sure this seemed a little silly since they had not even laid eyes on each other, but they had this genuine fondness for each other and they both felt that they were “meant to be”.
Now as elves go Murphy was on the tall side. He was over five feet! Just by an inch or so, but still in the world of elves he was tall. Abby had said she was a little thing of four feet six inches. Murphy was ecstatic! He just knew his height was not going to be a factor. He would have to do something to improve on his wardrobe since red and green tights and pointed shorts and shirts were not going to cut it with Abby. He just knew she was a classy dresser. So Murphy made plans and dreams just believing in his future with the beautiful Abby.
Now, I don’t know if you realize that the funny turned up toed shoes the elves where are not just a fashion statement. It’s true! It’s the only way you can really confirm that an elf is indeed an elf. You see, the toes on the feet of eves turn upward! I kid you not. This is what gives the elves that distinctive bounce in their gait. Even so, Murphy was sure that his cute turned up toes was not going to be an deal breaker.
Soon Abby and Murphy made plans to meet. She was going to be visiting an distant relative in Alaska. Now that’s pretty close to the North Pole and Murphy would be able to sneak over to finally meet his love.
At last the big day came. Off he went to meet Abby his heart was full of joy and anticipation. They had been speaking at least once a day for months now and he was sure that he was finally going to find the happiness he had been missing in his life.
As Murphy walked out of the terminal he saw his beautiful Abby waiting for him. Their eyes met and they both felt the same strong feelings. You could see it in their eyes. They walked off happily arm in arm chatting like they had know each other for years. Murphy felt as if he was home.
After meeting Abby’s relatives, they went out for a lovely dinner. During dinner Murphy knew he had to tell Abby that he waws an elf. He had kept that from her for too long. Hoping that this fact would not change things for them he took her hands in his and slowly began.
“What do you mean you are an elf?” he heard her say. Well just that elves are real and I am one. “You can’t be an elf you are too tall!” That s just nonsense he replied. Abby looked him in the eye and asked, “Is there anything else you want to tell me? You don’t have curly toes do you?” Without a word, he looked down at his feet. YOU DO, DON’T YOU! All of a sudden Murphy began to see his dreams fizzle away. He just sat there staring at her. He couldn’t believe that she was dumping him just because she found out his toes curled up!
As much as he tried he could not convince her to give their relationship a chance. He accompanied her back to her relatives home saying goodbye at the door. After all the months they had spent getting to know each other, or so he thought, he didn’t even get a goodbye kiss!
This story was inspired by my dad. His toes curled up for some reason when he wore his black work shoes. He was always asked why his shoes curled up like they did. He told everyone that he was an elf. He was over six feet tall but he used to convinced a few coworkers that he was an elf. I used to get a kick out of it.
I have been working in retail for the past couple of years. To say the least it’s been an eye opening experience. Right now we are in the throws of holiday shopping. The store can go from looking neat and orderly to total chaos in a matter of a few short hours. I am fortunate to have coworkers who not only share my frustrations, but more importantly my sense of humor while dealing with it. We have adopted the saying, “It’s a thrill a minute!” When one of us hears the other spouting these words we smile and sometimes erupt into outright laughter. It gets us through our days.
Ugly is a word often used to describe things that are displeasing or offensive to us. It’s not just the physical attributes of such things or persons, but also the attitudes, emotions, judgments, and general affect that can exude an ugliness.
It is important to note that some of the things we consider ugly are not necessarily ugly when they are taken into context. For instance the American Cockroach otherwise known as the Palmento Bug (if you live in the Carolina’s) isn’t necessarily ugly to people who like bugs. Just to clarify, I find them disgustingly ugly. They make my skin crawl, but my grandson loves them. He has had some real “beauties” as pets over the years.
Beauty is in the eye of the beholder so it goes to reason that the same goes for ugliness. Here’s an example of what I am talking about. I am the closing manager in a retail store in my neighborhood. The other night while working I heard somone bouncing a basketball in the store. I very nicely asked that they stop bouncing the ball in the store. The bouncing stopped then started up again. I walked toward the teenaged girl who was bouncing the ball and asked that she refrain from bouncing it. She ignored me and I repeated my request a third time. With that, her mother told her to continue to bounce the ball if she wanted to and told me to leave her alone she was not hurting anyone. Her daughter just laughed at me and kept bouncing the ball. Now, understand that we have many older customers and many young customers as well as a lot of glass all around the store. The request was made out of safety for all concerned.
I explained to the woman and her daugher that she would need to leave the store if my request was not heeded. At which time she told me that I could not make her leave. I called the police asking to have assistance removing them from the store. After making a mess while I was on the phone and realizing I was really speaking to the dispatcher, they walked out. At that time I was asked if they had left the parking lot. I had to walk outside to see if they had and watched them get into their vehicle. It was then that they threatened me with physical harm. Now I have to tell you that we have a wonderful police force and they responded right away. The customers were long gone, but they did go around the outside or the building to make sure they were not still on the property.
My eye beheld very ugly behavior not so much from the teenaged daughter, but from a mother who was going out of her way to teach that teen that she need not respect property, authority, or herself. It was shameful to say the least.
You open your blog and find that you haven’t posted in over a year but it just seems like it’s only been a few weeks! Honestly, I don’t know where the time goes. Of course, I cannot believe I turned 71 on my last birthday. Funny I don’t feel 71, but then again I don’t know what 71 is supposed to feel like. In my head, I am still in my thirties. Can you say delusional? LOL Since my youngest child is in her late thirties (a fact that simply amazes me) I am destined to be rudely brought back to reality.
There are a few things I wish I had more time for. I haven’t spent much time on my photography since I am working full-time. My quilting hobby has also suffered and it goes without saying my blogging has taken a hit. Realizing this, I have decided to make a few changes going forward. I am working on a schedule for myself that will include time for the things I love to do. I guess it is at this point that I have to be honest with myself and admit that I really do like working so I will be realistic about just how much I can accomplish in a specific period of time.
Here’s to jumping on the blogging bandwagon and swapping words with old friends.