Saturday, October 30, 2010

National Nanny

Another election day is approaching. This I know. How could anyone not know this? The television is ripe with ads for candidates. So ripe that the whole thing smells like rotten fruit! The way I see it, politicians like being the ones in charge for the same reason we all like being in charge. That is; We make the rules. There's the rub.
When elected officials make the rules, they do so based on what they promised in those ads, right? Oh ye of little faith, this is not the way it works.

Instead leaders make the rules based on what they think is best for their constituents. I call this "The National Nanny Syndrome". Take tobacco for instance. No one will ever tell you that tobacco product are healthy, but did anyone ever get the chance to vote on where, when and by whom tobacco products will be consumed? NOOOOO. Just like that, poof! No smoking in rental cars, some hotels, some restaurants and some buildings. Outlaw cigarettes, cigars and other tobacco products? No way that will happen! Why? Taxes, that is why. Enter "sin taxes', or the National Nanny's idea to profit from what is bad, but profitable.

Trans fat is another example. New York will eliminate trans fat from restaurants' menu items. Now, I don't know about you, but when I dine out, I expect to eat something that I probably wouldn't cook at home. Usually, that is a treat. Most times it is a fat laden goodie, dripping with butter or otherwise enhanced with trans fat or whatever makes it so yummy. I can eat fat-free cardboard at home. I suppose a restaurant owner could choose to pay a sin tax on trans fat enhanced food. Bingo! More $$$ for the Nannies!

What happened to, "by the people for the people". Do representatives look around the chambers and say, "What people?" We the people, that's who! What's next? I have no idea, but this I do know; Nothing should be taken for granted. Hide the children, small animals and butter!


Monday, October 25, 2010

Thankful

Today on Oprah a family shared their grief at loosing their three children in a car wreck. It made me pause to reflect on our many blessings.

I want to live in the moment. I want to hug and kiss the ones I love and tell them how much they mean to me. I want to clip Sharon Randall's columns out of the newspaper, copy and send them to my kids when my own words fail me. Sharon can always be counted on to fill in the blanks.

I want to see thing more clearly. I want to understand and listen more closely. I wan to be still and silent every now and then. I want to not carry anger around with me. I want to release the fear of the unknown from my heart. I want to be more daring.

Just writing this blog makes me feel free. I want to remember to be thankful for the freedom to do so.
I want to pray more. I will do these things.

Sunday, October 24, 2010

The Episcopal Church Welcomes You!

I have the attention span of a gnat. Our priest gave a beautiful as well as relevant sermon today, or so they say. My mind, left to its own devices, wandered all by itself to some other place. Where? I really can't say. I only know that I felt the calm and the peacefulness from just being in church. The comfort I receive from that place is amazing! Following the sermon is not what I do well. I love the choir! I can't sing a lick, but they can and do lifting the service to heavenly levels. Bless all who make our service special as well as beautiful.

I know that I should listen and take away a lesson from the sermon, but I can't seem to focus! It is a shame that those guys spend all week working and re-working the sermon only to have someone (me) fail to pay attention. Does God care? Probably. Does God listen? Yes. How do I know this? I just do.

Sitting in the pew, knowing that all over the world others are saying the same prayers, kneeling to ask forgiveness and offering the peace is enough for me. The comfort is enough. It carries and sustains me. The sermon, if and when I can focus on it, is gravy. God's love and the serenity I find in church are the meat and potatoes. All in all it is a full plate.

Welcome to the table! Come back real soon. We'll save you a place.

Tuesday, October 12, 2010

connections

E-mail, texting, droids, I-phone and Twitter keep everyone so connected. I didn't mention I-chat , voicemail and caller ID! So why can we not get an answer to a simple request? We see people in our lives with their phones in hand or on the ear, as it were, yet when a question is asked by and through their chosen communication means, there is no response. What is that about?

Yesterday I sent an e-mail to all the members of a certain group of which I've been a member for as long as I care to remember. Not only do most of these people have access to e-mail through their pcs or laptops, but they are ever so proud to now have access through their phones. So did I get a response from all of them? Of course not. So what is the deal? Is the question not important enough for a response? Am I not important? Did no one ever tell them about the importance of reservations or RSVP? Are they waiting around for a better invitation?

I do recall the days when we called someone and got voicemail and left a message. Then, the person called back when it was convenient for them to do so. That time was not that long ago. Now being connected twenty-four hours a day seven days a week is the norm and voicemail is a bother, or so I read in the newspaper. It seems today's Tweeeters prefer instant updates and responses to delayed ones. What? They are so important in their worlds that they don't take the minute it would require to send an e-mail or a voicemail ? Are they saving the whales? Curing cancer? Capturing Ben Laden?

What I've noticed is a whole generation, mine included, who can't be bothered with yesterday's niceties. Interrupting a game being played on their phones (for heavens' sakes!) texting their location or some other nonsense is more vital than giving an answer to a friend? Please!

Are we all nuts? I won't be trading in my old flip phone for a new "droid" or some such contraption any time soon. Using it to make a call or being called is enough. Using the ever so convenient cell phone to text that I'm on the way to the market or playing a game where I kill something or get offed by a cyber bully is not something I crave. Setting aside a little time to check and respond to e-mail is about all I am willing to do. Getting a laptop was a quantum leap for me. Checking voicemail and caller ID is also a small time allotment. I am inclined to do these chores along with a sip of coffee. Feeling the newspaper, or what's left of it after the continued cutbacks in printing, in my hands is still a morning delight. Turning the pages of a novel while resting on a pile of pillows in my bed is still my preferred way of relaxing.

Will I ever resort to Tweeting or instant messaging? Probably not, unless my eyesight fails so drastically that I can only view a large Twitter screen or an electronic book screen big enough to need a stand to hold it upright. I am not condemning anyone for using the tech gadgets; it' s just not for me. If you want to talk to me, call; I have voicemail.

Saturday, October 9, 2010

The Middle

What a crazy twist of time! When all the kids were home, jamming the house with noise and laughter, we had so little time together as a couple. Now the house is quiet, so serene and so very neat. Things don't just disappear. The noise is reduced to our contented snores and we have all the together time we could possibly want.

Is this it then? Are we in the middle or at the end? Do we move forward or sit stagnantly and feel the vibrations of our own snoring?

We must shake things up, I think. Surely life, even as content as this, can be a bit more exciting! A little zing here or there maybe? Maybe today I will make something disappear! I will claim that I have no idea what happened to "it". Then I will crank up the volume on the radio and dance like a crazy lady! I'll do a jig like my grandmother would call "the St. Vitas" dance.

There, that should do it! Then, I'll snore some more.