ANOTHER DARN ELECTION! It never comes out the way I’d vote. It’s just a waste of time and money.
Actually, it will be a waste if you don’t vote. Even if there’s only one issue or candidate you really care about, make your voice heard. Better still, take some time to get acquainted with more of the propositions and candidates. They will determine how we treat our fellow human beings—family, workers, the poor, even us voters. Find out about them from impartial sources who have thoroughly researched them, like the League of Women Voters (www.smartvoter.org), and carefully read through the official Voter’s Guide from the Registrar of Voters. Think carefully, not emotionally or following what any other person or biased group says. Make up your own mind, then vote.
Why bother? Because not voting would let a small handful of people (those who DO vote) make decisions you’re forced to live with.
Here’s proof that there CAN be international cooperation.
This national illness MUST be cured.
[I’m posting my “Sensible Saturday” on Friday to give you a heads-up. Tomorrow is an important day, but you have only a few hours to participate. It’s National Prescription Drug Take-Back Day, when you can get rid of your unused prescription drugs in a safe, healthy way. Here’s the DRA’s blurb:]
National Prescription Drug Take-Back Day will be October 27, 2018 [tomorrow] from 10:00 a.m. – 2:00 p.m. National Take-Back Day is a safe, convenient, and responsible way to dispose of unused or expired prescription drugs.
The Drug Enforcement Administration first launched its “Take-Back” day more than six years ago and since then has collected more than 8.1 million pounds of prescription drugs from the public.
Check out DEA’s Take Back Day website for information and to find collection sites near you.
[Read about it, then just say YES and DO IT!!!!!]
Today’s Thursday Thought is something that has been bothering me greatly.
Happy “hump day”! And keep your mind out of the gutter. Every Wednesday is a red-letter day because we’re over the “hump” of the work week. The phrase “over the hump” originated in WWII and referred to the hard, dangerous flight of supplies over the Himalayan Mountains. Eventually the phrase referred to anything that was particularly difficult. Since at least the 1980s it came to mean you made it to noon on the middle day of the work week, so you’re on your way to your weekend. The rest of the week would be good. Thursday was usually payday, and Friday was the last working day of the week. After lunch today, enjoy riding the hum down to a relaxing weekend.
I’ve been watching those 3000, then 5000, then 7000 migrants in the caravan from Honduras through Mexico toward the U.S. I’ve heard the statements–none of which have been observed or proven–about the group containing criminals, gang-members, and mid-Eastern terrorists. As I look into their faces on the news I put myself in their midst.
Since I’ve been widowed I’ve been urged to move into a smaller home or apartment in a more affordable area. I think about it and realize I would be giving up all that I’m familiar and comfortable with, like my friends, local family, my church, the city I grew up in, and neighbors who support me. I’d move to an area where I’d have to learn to navigate new roads and find the best shopping. I’d face people with different attitudes towards us senior citizens and/or disabled. My new location would require new ways of doing things, new challenges for me to adapt to. In short, it would likely take a long, uncomfortable while to become “home.”
I believe that these souls who are walking thousands of miles carrying a few meager belongings and their children are just what they say they are. I believe they are giving up their homes and all they held dear to escape violence, danger, death, and poverty that never ended despite their hard work. I believe they’re looking for a better life where fear and uncertainty is not a daily occurrence. I believe they are willing to work hard to give their children a chance to survive and grow into productive adults.
I’d be leaving behind so much less than they are, taking a far less of a chance than they are, working a lot less hard than they will have to work to achieve their new life.
And I have a real choice, while they do not. I get it.
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You may be planning to choose a last-minute Halloween costume this weekend for your kids or for an adult party. Some people may say, “Wear what you want and to H-E-Double-Toothpick with what people think.” Fact is, though, that you or your kids will be around a cross-section of America. You know, the country that calls itself the “melting pot”? And a population of people who have had some pretty bad personal experiences.
Keep that in mind. If you have what you think is funny or perfect to wear, check out Don’t Even Think of Wearing These 14 Costumes for Halloween. It explains why certain costumes should not even be considered.
Have fun on Halloween. And let others happily enjoy themselves, as well.
Today’s Thursday Thought quote comes from a nation of people who have learned the hard way how to grow.
“You’ve got to do your own growing, no matter how tall your grandfather was.” – Irish proverb
One of the least-loving places we visit is where our child’s team competes. Be it soccer or softball, you’ve sat in the stands, cringing when a parent cusses at the referee or some adult encourages fighting or intentional injury, either directly or indirectly by non-verbal approval when it happens. This can be an opportunity for you to be a good example to your child, the teams, and the adults who aren’t acting like good role models.
There are many things you can do. Ask that man not to use ethnic slurs around your kids. Find something during the game to compliment the small, awkward child on the team.
If your child acts with violence, make sure your language (body and verbal) clearly indicates your disapproval. In front of other adults and the team, express your appreciation to the referee for his time and fairness. When you leave, have your child help you dispose of your family’s trash, plus what was left by people around you. Keep your eyes, ears, and heart open; you’ll find ways to be an example that your kids can look up to.