Remember the movie The Graduate? It was released in 1967 and has become more relevant over time. One scene kept flashing through my mind as I read an Associated Press newspaper article* about the future of plastic. It’s a graduation … Continue reading
The Days of My Life Series
Yesterday was an eye opener. Not just because it was the 83rd day of the year and there are only 282 days left, but. . . because I fell.
Thankfully, I wasn’t seriously hurt and able to get up. However, I’m now calculating the days until I fall and can’t get up.
I’ll be 75 this year. In five years or 1,825 days I’ll be 80. This isn’t new math. You get the picture.
The other issue is that every day something else occurs, like. . . someone backs into my car in a store parking lot, or my Facebook account is hacked. . . again. One day my social security 1099 form was accidentally shredded and I drove 30 miles to the closest office and waited in line outside for a very, very long time to get a duplicate. It’s as though I playing Monopoly and keep landing on Chance.
I would rather be writing, than on hold attempting to reorder the toothbrush charger I’ve missed placed. It’s hidden somewhere in my house. I just can’t remember where, and none of the 20 other chargers or adapters I find, fit.
But not to be side tracked, how did I fall?
Well, it was 6:30 am and I was sleeping peacefully, when my Tandem insulin pump alerted me wake up and drink juice. I knew where the kitchen was in the dark. So, I walked with my eyes closed, attempting not to wake myself. Except there was a crash, and I found myself laying across an opened dishwasher. It was an eye opener and I cursed like a banshee.
Why was the dishwasher open with the bottom rack pulled out at the crack of dawn?
Well, I’d rather not talk about it, and another something that pulled me away from a day of writing.
Anyway, I’m thankful; I could get up, didn’t have a fork stuck in my nose and had not been woken by a Russian bomb dropped on my house.
. . . just saying
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On CBS Morning, Tony Dokoupil’s lead question, “Are American’s angrier?” was in sync with conversations I’ve been having with family and friends. Almost all phone calls and table discussions end with rants about people’s misbehavior and world sanity.
Well, there is a lot to be angry about.
During my recent flight to Maine, a three- year -old strapped in a car seat, that, had been secured in the airplane window seat, attempted to remove his Covid mask and squirm out of his buckles.
His mother whispered, “Don’t do that,” and pointed to the glaring red seat belt sign. Her other hand held his face mask in place.
Once in flight, the struggle continued periodically until he was screaming his protest and when ignored, hit his mother. You can image my distress watching the insanity we now refer to as child safety.
“I’m angry and I’m not going to take this anymore,” a famous line from “Network” came to mind. My husband and I had watched the movie on TCM the previous evening.
It is a classic and still relevant today; especially when the terms: social media and fake news, are substituted.
The film came out two years after television news reporter Christine Chubbuck committed suicide on-screen in Sarasota, Florida. The anchorwoman was suffering from depression and loneliness, often emotionally distant from her co-workers, and shot herself on camera as stunned viewers watched on July 15, 1974.
This real life event was used in “Network,” in which the final scene shows the anchor killed, not by suicide but by staff because of low ratings. The scene might be responsible for the expression killer ratings.
Anyway, I paid close attention when Tony Dokoupil interviewed a parent about his recent outburst at a school board meeting and spoke with Dr. Ling, an expert in the field of anger.
Tony’s view of anger as an unhealthy changed and they discussed the following.
Many of us grew up with angry threats, i.e., “Do that again and I’ll kill you.” I believed my mother’s warning and did not do it again.
What I did, instead, is tidy up closets and scrub bathroom floors.
. . . just saying
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“When the Stars Go Dark”, by Paula McLain, was a good read.
She wrote, “The Paris Wife”, which I enjoyed even more. Both books draw upon facts. The Paris Wife is the story of Ernest Hemingway’s life with his first wife, Hadley in Paris, and gives Hadley the credit she deserves as a spirited loving woman.
The idea for “When the Stars Go Dark” was sparked by an incident in California, the kidnapping of twelve-year-old Polly Klaas. The story is plot driven and compelling with insight about trauma along the way.
Both books, although based in fact, are categorized as fiction because facts might be embellished.
Please let me know if you read either, or both.
. . . just saying
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