Posts Tagged ‘questions’
Shared Fatigue
Take a deep breath and see if you can make it through this paragraph-long opening sentence:
I relish coming upon an online discussion thread shimmering with a shared public expression of fatigue over daily reports of insanity from the cultish acceptance of unhinged statements and behaviors of sycophants worshipping at the alter of one depraved and narcissistic old man campaigning for the Republican party.
Never forget, we are many. We may be exhausted, but we will still all make it to the polls to vote by next Tuesday in the USA.
How many people in the world have questioned over and over how such unsavory and historically abhorred ideas could be finding so much open acceptance in this day and age?
Buddy Hackett and Robert Preston, Warner Bros. Pictures
How is it that ethics guidelines have so easily become arrogantly discounted? Where is the “rule of law” when so many people simply ignore subpoenas, judgments of significant fines, or DOJ warnings of illegalities?
Seems like we should all re-listen to Harold Hill sing to the good folks of River City about “trouble with a capital T.”
What happened to common sense, neighborliness, and adherence to the Golden Rule? How did society allow “do as I say, not as I do” and religious hypocritical lifestyles become the dominant guiding themes?
Is it really that difficult to understand and respect the importance of the separation of church and state?
The majority of us are tired of false equivalency. We are tired of whataboutism. We are fed up with fear-mongering. We are jaded by endless pants-on-fire lies. We are worn to a frazzle by the perpetual whining about being the victim.
How much repeated grifty shenanigans can one country take?
We need a break. We deserve a break.
Hey, billionaires. Pay a fair share of taxes, would ya? You can still boast that you gave ten million dollars to a charity. You can do both!
I suspect that somewhere in all this, there is a lesson to be sussed out. I don’t know whether it will be a unique one for each group or individual or something grand for all the people of the world. (What do you bet it has something to do with love?)
On November 5th, we will cast votes that will determine whether things get worse before they get better or whether our democracy holds together on a course toward ideals envisioned by our best and brightest.
For the common folks of this nation, the decision should not be difficult. This ain’t rocket science.
We need to tune into that generational intelligence we all carry and open our eyes to the snake oil elixirs being pitched. Don’t buy a pig in a poke. Help bring an end to the constant ravings of a pathetic lunatic.
Let’s make the US of A better than it’s ever been.
All of us are looking forward to the possibilities. Vote to keep the outcome out of any courtrooms.
Amen.
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Just Wondering
What would really happen if I didn’t listen to the sales pitch of every slick promotion? What if I didn’t have an answer for every question that I could possibly imagine? What if wearing a face mask in public was easy to do? Oh, wait. I know the answer to that one.
I wonder how many businesses, especially restaurants, will never reopen again after the shutdowns. Are we on the verge of economic calamity, or not? It’s hard to conceive of how much worse it will get before it starts to get better.
Does anyone really question the fact there are “haves” and “have nots?” In the face of that, think about how many times we can find ourselves a member of either one of those two designations for a variety of given situations.
Nothing is so simple that it can’t be seen in more than one way. There is nuance in everything.
I am pondering the possible difference in amount of work required if we would have cut the growth in our empty paddocks sooner and more often, versus waiting until now, when the growth is tall, thick, and laborious to bring down.
I am using the trimmer to provide plenty of clearance around our fences in order to simplify mowing the rest of it with the brush cutter behind the diesel tractor.
All the while, I am remembering how the horses were easily able to keep growth in these spaces reduced to almost nonexistent.
We could have horses and all the work that comes with caring for them or we have unbelievable growth of grass and weeds that I need to mow.
Honestly, we definitely prefer to have horses.
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No Answer
There are some questions for which there is no answer. I heard one in an NPR interview last night. It was a fair question, but the guest didn’t really know how to answer it. Justifiably so. There was no answer. Sometimes it’s not possible to pick either of two choices.
I can live with that.
Driving home in the dark last night, there was a moment when approaching headlights obscured my view enough that I realized I was driving blind for a distance. I didn’t slow down. I just kept going under the impression it would be okay so to do.
Luckily, it was.
I don’t have a plan for what is next. Something tells me I won’t suddenly decide to try being a stand-up comedian. I’m very confident I will continue to live a life of sobriety.
There are questions I don’t have an answer to, but more often than not, I don’t even have the questions.
It’s pretty easy to not have answers when I don’t know what the questions are. I breathe, put one foot in front of the other, and make my way through the days.
I don’t know what comes next. For now, it’s a question I am okay not answering.
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No Idea
It’s a complete mystery to us, and an entirely unexpected circumstance for the demise of another chicken. I fully expected it would be a predator killing and running off with our next victim.
Jackie found an ominous scattering of black chicken feathers inside the barn yesterday afternoon when she arrived to tend to the horses.
We leave the bottom half of the split doors closed all day to dissuade the chickens from getting inside and leaving their calling cards all over the barn. They are certainly capable of hoisting themselves high enough to get up and over the half doors, but we have yet to catch them doing so.
Our first question is, then how did she get inside? Did she come in of her own accord?
The scattering of feathers were generally confined to two separate spots. What caused the loss of feathers?
Eventually, the trail of feathers led to the discovery of a body, curled up like a little napping kitty, back behind a stack of rakes and shovels leaning against the wall. The deceased hen was completely intact, with no visible wounds.
What was the cause of death?
We have no idea.
Did it get inside on its own and then have a panic attack? Did a predator chase it inside? Carry it inside?
Would a potential predator leap over the door? A cat would.
Did the chicken come inside and then surprise a predator inside? Most likely guess would be a neighbor cat that was trespassing in our barn.
This would have happened sometime in the middle of the warm sunny day yesterday. Cyndie and Jackie said it was really windy around here during the day. Did that have anything to do with how or why the chicken ended up in the barn?
No idea.
We are now down to 9 chickens, three each of the three breeds we purchased. In fact, we only paid for nine. We received 1 extra chick for each breed back in March. This marks the end of the spares provided to cover for possible loss due to any hardships for day-old chicks traveling through the US Postal service.
We received other news from Jackie last night. After a couple of weeks back in classes at UW River Falls, she has decided she needs to move back on campus. Our live-in helping hand will no longer be available to provide the coverage for us like she did through the summer. Jackie has allowed us a good number more weekends away than we’ve been able to achieve previous years.
Our basement “apartment” may be back on the market for someone who knows and loves horses. Also being able to handle a diva of a Belgian Shepherd would be an added plus.
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Questions
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who were all those people
in my dream this morning
before I woke up
where did they come from
and how did they know me
to include me so
why did my sunglasses
begin to flex the wrong way
confusing me
about which way they’re worn
I sensed right away
the flexing of the nose piece
would lead to a breach
which it did
as the dream progressed
and my search
for some tape
was a visual trip
past more people
I didn’t quite know
although I did
don’t you know
and while wrangling
with tape and sunglasses
several levels of failure
away from success
why did that guy
put Super Glue
all over the right lens
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Trying Not
I’m trying not to succumb to the outrage. Outrage may well be deserved, but it doesn’t serve me well. I have to choose a different path. I strive to avoid getting my feathers stuck in the tar of controversial opposing opinions, but maybe venting about some of the insanity will bring about an inspiration to counter the inherent despair.
Does any of this make sense?
How did Wells Fargo bank get away with years of creating bogus accounts without customers’ consent?
How did the Sugar Association get away with paying off Harvard scientists?
How do political campaigns succeed by only focusing on the perceived bad things about other candidates without providing any substance of their own in ads?
How did we get to a point where there are only two unpopular primary candidates for President of the United States?
How do people feel comfortable publicly supporting a candidate who demonstrates such contemptible characteristics?
Why do people allow religious ideology to lead them down a path of choosing to injure and kill others?
What if creative people like Lennon & McCartney were able to write songs about peace and love for all of the world to hear?
What if that made all the difference?
All you need is love.
Love is all you need.
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Pequenita consoling me while I distract myself with word games… That’s love.
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Relative Something 